She looked me in the eye.
“No, I was the fool. Let me tell you a story.”
She gave me a look that seemed to delve into my soul.
“You’re one of the few special ones. You transcend social status. I’ve watched you grow into being more confident in yourself. You once said to Tami she would never think you were good enough. You’re comfortable talking to the least of us and the mightiest among us. Even Tami knows you’re good enough. Every girl at Wesleyan was envious when they heard we were dating, Jennie Wesleyan most of all.
“You’re not normal, in a good way. I’ve watched you walk into a room and every head will turn. It’s not because you’re attractive. It’s because you give off a vibe of confidence and authority. What amazes me is you don’t even notice. If Alex had whatever it is you have, he’d be strutting around like the cock of the walk. I guess what I’m saying is you’ll never have to worry about fitting in. You described my inner fears and insecurities perfectly. I have a feeling the more I’m around you, the less I’ll worry about them.
“You’re right, Alex played me. He’s not near the man you are, or will become. I’d forgotten what Jennie Wesleyan did to you. Only you would understand Alex and his thinking. I had a blind spot for him. With years of growing up, working to find the right guy, Alex was always put up as the ideal mate. What I didn’t realize was I had the right guy, and I let him get away.”
She seemed to go deep into thought. My tea was forgotten as I stared at a spot on the wall. Always before, my emotions overwhelmed me. Everything was either black or white. Harper flirted with another guy; she had to go. Tami took her relationship with Trevor to the next level; Tami had to go. I know I talked a lot about trying to stay friends, but deep down I knew it was over. Why didn’t I feel that way with Harper now?
Was I, God forbid, growing up? Or could it be I was just so numb I no longer cared?
It seemed like trust was my biggest hurdle—with every girl. When the trust was broken, it was the beginning of the end for me. Could any girl ever live up to my high ideal? Wouldn’t there always be a time when something would be said or done to break our trust?
Trust was a two-way street. I needed to talk to Harper about my dirty little secret.
“Before we go any further, I need to tell you about myself. I’m not like other guys. My uncle tells me I’m an Alpha Male. I’m not sure I completely believe him, or if it just helps justify how I’m wired. Let me give you an example to help explain it. Answer me two questions. While you were my girlfriend, how many girls do you think I slept with, without your knowledge? Next, since we broke up, how many girls would you guess I slept with?”
She cocked her head. She was with me when I was given blowjobs by three sorority sisters and she watched as I had sex with one.
“I never once thought you were sleeping around on me.”
“Correct.”
“Since the breakup, I would guess one at the most.”
I shook my head.
“Four.”
I let it sink in.
“Harper, I was trading fidelity for affection. When I was happiest, I had three very special friends. I loved them all, and they knew I was with all of them. My only rule was they had to be faithful to me. I really tried to be just with you. I’m not sure I’m ready to make that kind of commitment, at my age. I know someday I will, but I can’t see it being anytime soon.
“I’d love to date you. I may even love you. What I can’t handle, though, is if you plan on dating other guys. I told you I would kick Alex’s ass, and I meant it.”
“Is this part of your being an Alpha Male?” she asked.
“That, and leadership stuff, and a few other things. Basically, you’re supposed to be my sex slave, while I can do whatever the hell I want,” I said with a straight face.
“What does your mom think about your plan to have a harem of sex slaves?”
“She’s okay with it. She went through it all before with my brother.”
“Oh, really? So what would the whole sex-slave thing entail?”
“Let me think. Let’s say we were in line for a movie. No, that wouldn’t work; you’re with me, and we would never need to wait in line. But for argument’s sake, let’s assume they were idiots and didn’t know who I was. I might see a pretty girl and get aroused. I would expect you to go fetch the girl and we have a hot threesome.”
“That’s all?” she asked.
“Oh, Oh! An alternative would be you go down on me while we wait in line,” I said with a big grin.
“So I’d be in charge of finding you other women and giving you blowjobs on demand?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
I didn’t like her body language.
“If you were a good little sex slave, there’d be rewards.”
She leaned forward in her chair.
“What kind of rewards?”
“I’d allow you to give me blowjobs and find me hot women,” I said with a firm nod of my head.
She burst out laughing and tackled me. I found myself pinned to the couch as she kissed me.
“I suppose you want to reward me right now?” she asked.
“Yes, I think we could start your training right now.”
“You’re not happy with how I give blowjobs?” Harper asked in disbelief.
“Practice, practice, practice,” I encouraged her.
She raised her eyebrows and I pointed to the bulge in my sweats. I made Mr. Happy twitch, which made her giggle. I had a dancing snake in my pants. Harper made me spread my legs as she went to her knees in front of me. She grasped the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down enough so they hooked under my balls. She grasped me at the base and waved my member around.
She used her tongue to bathe my shaft to get it wet. She then flicked her tongue back and forth around the crown. Harper took about a third of my length into her mouth and sucked. I let out a little groan. She began to bob up and down my member as she used her right hand to stroke me. Her actions were to get me off, not to make this last.
I was wise to Harper’s plans. I was much more compliant once I had gotten off. I expected we’d have our real talk once she had me in the mood to do whatever she wanted. Women had done this for ages. Greg confessed to me this was the reason Angie wore the pants in their household. He said he knew she wanted something when they had special sex. He just wished she wanted more things. I never asked what he meant by ‘special.’
Harper knew me well enough to know when I was going to go over the edge. I think it was the way I moaned and tried to grasp her head so I could take control. Both of those actions might have given her a clue. She shocked me when she slammed down and took me to the root. I think my eyes rolled up in the back of my head as I unloaded. Harper kept me buried in her throat until I finally stopped. I slumped back and closed my eyes. I felt a little dizzy.
She waited until I opened my eyes and smiled at her.
“We need to talk,” were her first words to me.
I just nodded.
“First of all, I really hope you know you’re full of shit about public blowjobs and me fetching you women.”
“A guy can dream, can’t he?” I asked.
“I’m not on board for anything like that. If you keep leading me astray, as my momma says, I might eventually be up for some of that stuff.”
“Harper, what I was trying to tell you is I find myself enjoying wilder things. I’m not going to lie to you about anything. I was feeling sorry for myself when we started dating. What I missed from having my friends around was the tenderness of a loving relationship. I see what my brother has now that he’s married. I also see him struggle at times. Not because he doesn’t love Angie, but because he was used to dating different girls.
“The difference between Greg and me is he was a serial dater. He went out with one girl at a time for four to eight weeks. I, on the other hand, can’t give a girl up once I bond with her.”