Why does it feel so fucking good to hear him talk to me? He’s so fucking normal andcalm.
“Okay, what should Iwear?”
“I want you to be comfortable. This isn’t a high protocol party. It’s a laid back casual party with some of my closest friends. Please wear whatever you are most comfortablein.”
“Okay, I can do that. What about titles? I mean, how should I address people? Since I’m sort of a trainee, I don’t want to offendsomeone.”
“Relax, Ryan. I’ll introduce you to everyone and I will do so in such a way that you’ll know what to call them. That’s a good rule of thumb for every social event. If someone is introduced as ‘Theodore,’ don’t call him ‘Ted.’ Also, if you forget their name, a simple ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ willsuffice.”
“Got it, I understand. And how should I act? I don’t want to embarrass you or do something that comes across as beingrude.”
“I’m very glad you asked this, because this is the most important part of all of it. Are you listeningclosely?”
I sat up in bed to focus and nodded like an idiot.He can’t see you,genius.
“Yes, I’mlistening.”
“Be yourself.” Be myself? “Ryan, do not overthink this. I want you to enjoy the atmosphere tomorrow night and be comfortable. I’d like for you to arrive fifteen minutes early,okay?”
“Yes, I will be there fifteen minutesearly.”
“Good. Now, did you pleasure yourself in the shower thisevening?”
“No. I had just finished up a stressful text string with my brother before I got in theshower.”
There was a pause for a moment or two and I glanced at my iPad on the nightstand. I could find a video to watch before bed and get off prettyfast.
“Push your shorts down,Ryan.”
What? Why did that make my dick throb? I laughed nervously, which hemirrored.
“Ryan, you’ll feelbetter.”
He was probably right, and I’d feel better after I come. I lifted my hips off the mattress and pushed my shortsdown.
“Okay,” Isaid.
“Theydown?”
“Yes.”
“Howfar?”
“They’re around myankle.”
“Pull them up so the elastic is just above yourknees.”
I frowned, but did as asked. I was already gettinghard.
“Lay back and can you balance your phone on yourshoulder?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, do it. Free both yourhands.”
“Okay.”
“Rub your chest.” He paused for a few moments as I moved my hand around my chest. “How do your nipplesfeel?”
