TYSHA Rue and I strolled through the baby section of the mall, our eyes scanning the shelves filled with adorable onesies, soft blankets, and tiny shoes. The atmosphere was light and cheerful, with the sound of giggles from nearby kids' stores and the sweet scent of baby products lingering in the air. Rue, not entirely thrilled about being in a baby store, looked a bit out of place among the pastel-colored aisles. With him wearing maroon long sleeves and black slacks, he did not have that daddy figure vibes. I, on the other hand, was on a mission to find the perfect gift for Cindy's newborn child. “What’s your gift to your niece?” I asked him as I looked around. He followed me like a good dog. I saw his gifts at the backseat of his car a while ago which encouraged me even more to buy a gift as well. It would be unsettling for me if we would go to Miss Cindy's house and Rue was the only one who had a gift to give. “Baby clothes,” Rue answered briefly. I had a hint he was not the
RUE “What's with the outfit?” I furrowed my brow instinctively as I greeted Tysha at the door, noticing her dressed in scarcely anything. As we prepared for our next session following our visit to my sister's house last week, I couldn't help but wonder if Tysha had crafted a thoughtful plan for our lessons. Was this her idea? “This is our lesson for today,” Tysha reasoned out. I raised an eyebrow. Eventually, I allowed her into my penthouse, despite her attire—a red corset top that left little to the imagination, paired with a black leather super mini skirt. The only nod to decency was a coat she wore. Her hair was gathered in a messy bun, revealing her long neck and defined jaw structure. She's prepared this time, huh? Let’s see then. When we reached my living room, she eventually removed her coat, revealing more of her big booty with the mini skirt, emphasizing her hourglass shape. I noticed Tysha blushing when she caught me checking her out. I didn't mind, but she continued
TYSHA I should pat myself on the back for handling tonight's session like a pro. I got the notion of dressing sexier each time from Barra. But, of course, I picked outfits that wouldn't make me resemble a clown like in our initial session. It's not just about looking good; it's about getting into the mindset that'll make this session beneficial for Rue. Barra's unconventional advice might just be the key. With plenty of free time before tonight, I made sure I'd be prepared. The commitment to assist Rue stayed unwavering in my mind. I opened up the presentation I had prepared, sharing my laptop screen with Rue. Suddenly, my role seemed to shift more towards tutoring than counseling. "Do you have any celebrity crushes?" I asked, trying to break the ice and gather some insights. Rue just shook his head. "I don't think so." Well, this is going to be more challenging than I thought. Despite having it all, when it comes to personal preferences, it seems Rue is a bit of a puzzle. I t
RUE I can't shake off the lingering impact of that session with Tysha. It's like she managed to stir something within me, something I've never felt before. Despite my initial skepticism about her unconventional methods, I can't deny the unusual effect it had on me. The way she tried to explore my sensual preferences, the whispered questions, the gentle touches – it all created an atmosphere I wasn't prepared for. In that moment, I felt a tension, a pull that I hadn't experienced with anyone else. It's unsettling, and frankly, I'm not sure how to process it. Part of me wants to dismiss it, label it as just another experiment, but deep down, I know there's more to it. Tysha's ideas seem to be making a difference, and I'm not quite ready to admit it. I'm used to being in control, always knowing what's next, but now, it feels like she's exploring parts of me I didn't even know were there. In that moment, I decided to steer our session in a different direction—not because I didn't want
TYSHA I've always had high standards. It's not about finding just anyone; it's about finding someone who meets the criteria I've set for a potential partner. It’s just that with Bryse, I lowered it because he was the first person who made me feel and experience things about love. But Charles's attempts to hit on me aren't going unnoticed. I've sensed it, and it's not like I'm oblivious to his subtle moves. After my first relationship did not work out and left me broken, I've created a checklist that no one can tick all the boxes on. I'd rather wait for the right person who aligns with what I'm looking for, rather than settling for something less than what I deserve. It's not about being difficult or picky; it's about valuing myself and the kind of relationship I want to be in. Charles swung open the door of his fancy car, and I just muttered a quick "thanks" as I got in. "So, where am I chauffeuring you to, mademoiselle?" he asked, keeping up his gentleman act. "Charles Walker, b
RUE As Charles and Tysha left, the atmosphere quickly turned into a discussion about Rij and Isaac’s past naughty escapades. Laughter echoed as they shared their stories, creating a lively ambiance. However, my mind seemed to drift elsewhere. While they animatedly recounted their wild adventures, my thoughts were fixated on Charles and Tysha. I couldn't help but replay the scenes in my head—Charles's attempts at being a gentleman and Tysha's shy reactions. The conversation around me blurred into background noise as I recalled that. In an attempt to refocus, I forced myself to chime in with a light-hearted comment about their stories, but my mind lingered on the unresolved tension between Charles and Tysha. Charles, the guy with a reputation that precedes him. He's the kind who sails through relationships like they're a breeze. Known for targeting hard-to-get girls, he's like Rij, but with an extra layer of unpredictability. While Rij revels in the chase, Charles thrives on the ca
TYSHA What is Rue's problem? He's clearly taking it out on me. In the end, I shook my head and followed him into the living room. As he settled on the couch, I removed my coat. I could feel his eyes on me, and a tinge of shame crept in, but I tried to brush it off. In my mind, I kept hoping to see some sign of progress in the way he looked at me, especially if I dressed sexier every session. But just like earlier, he rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn't help but feel offended. What the heck is his problem? If he weren't a man, I'd think he's going through a period or something. I sighed, refusing to let my irritation ruin my mood. I pulled out my notebook dedicated to Rue and checked my guide for our session. "So, let’s continue building up your preferences about sensual things," I began. In the sensual part of constructing his preferences, I had listed several aspects we needed answers to, each one making my heart beat faster. Tonight's session was making me more nervous than
TYSHA Is Rue jealous? The idea made my cheeks go red and my heart beat faster. Nah, that can't be. Why would he be jealous, right? It's not like he likes me or anything. But there's this lingering doubt, like trying to understand a look on Rue's face. I wonder if there's something more to our connection than I thought. It's confusing, and maybe Rue is feeling something new too. “I’m just saying I find it disgusting to kiss a woman whom Charles kissed last night,” he stated. “He didn't kiss me, alright?” I clarified in a calm voice, attempting to keep our conversation from escalating. His annoyance flared up again when he heard what I said. “Oh, stop lying!” That time, I lost it. “I’m not!” I spat back with the same intensity. What the hell is Rue's problem, seriously? It's like he's got this personal mission to mistrust and scrutinize every move I make. First, he's convinced I kissed Charles when that's not even close to the truth. Then, he questions me about some non-existen