Wishful Thinking/Getting Closer
From Create Your Own Story
You quickly rush out to the bathroom down the hall and grab the necessary items from there. 'I wish that Beth would get up the nerve to tell me her feelings. Nervously though, since I think it'd be cuter, and more natural if I have to prod it out of her.' You think as you rush back to her bedroom.
'Yes Master.'
'I also wish for her to remember you as an old friend of ours, and that she is bi-curious.'
'Master? It will be done. Do I ring the bell in a couple of minutes?'
'Yes, you are coming over to sun bathe in the back yard.'
'Yes Master...uh, Master?'
'What's up?' You think just as you enter the room. Beth is still on the floor, her shirt stained. Instead of panties on though she has a bikini bottom, with the top lying on the bed.
'I actually didn't have to make her bi-curious. When I implanted the image of me into her brain she was attracted to me as well. Just as you are. I...I think the two of you may be soul mates, Master. I'm so happy!'
'*You're* happy?'
'Master, love is great. I will do everything to see it, since that's one of the things I'm not allowed to do. Love that is. I can care for, and about someone, but I can't truly fall in love.'
"That's sucks...hold that thought.' You think as you kneel by Beth's side again, and start fixing up her leg as she stares at you.
After you finish up you look up at her with a smile. "There, all better."
"Th-thank you so much. I'm glad I skipped out on that Hawaiian vacation. There...there's something I want to tell you." Beth says.
"First let's get you off the floor, okay?" You say and get your hands under her and lift her up. A second later you are standing as is she, your arms wrapped around her as she presses herself into your chest. She smells like a mix of freshly showered and antiseptic. She hugs you hard, her head kind of turned to the side as she works up the nerve to tell you something. "So what do you want to tell me, Beth?"
"I..well...we've known each other for a long, time, huh?" She says, faltering as she does.
"Since second grade or so." You say, your hand running up and down her back.
You feel and hear her sigh at your hand's rubbing, "Yes. I...you..."
"What is it Beth? You can tell me, I won't hold a thing against you."
"I just want you to hold me against you." She says quietly, then inhales sharply. "OH! I...I mean..."
"Wait..." You say, trying to affect a confused tone.
"No, no, forget I said anything, I don't want to lose our..." She says as she buries her head into your shoulder, and holds you tighter, as though she feared you would push her away from her.
"No, you can tell me anything. You are one of my best friends after all." You say, soothingly.
You stand like that for a minute before she raises her head up to look at you, "...I...I think I love you. I mean...like head over heels in love. But...but if you don't want me that way I'd like us to be friends...at least...please."
"Friends?" You say, now affecting an incredulous tone. You let that sink in for a second, her eyes watering up. "How can we be friends after you just told me that? How can I be friends with someone that loves me that way, and not feel guilty?"
"What?"
"I mean lets say we remain friends, and I find someone else? How could we be friends knowing that every time we saw each other I'd be ripping your heart out? Hmm?"
"So...so...we...we...can't even...oh God, I knew I should have never said anything! I ruined it! I suck! I'm not pretty enough..."
"Shhh..." You say calmly as she sobs almost uncontrollably. You place a finger her lips, also gently. "You notice I haven't stopped holding you, right?"
"MMmhmmm..." She says, as though she is afraid to speak and ruin things even more.
"You are most definitely pretty enough for me, Beth. You are one of the prettiest girls at school, and your attitude is humble and...well. I can't say I love you like that...yet. But I want to learn to. I want to make you happy."
She stares at you stunned for a good couple seconds, her mouth trying to form words her brain hasn't thought of yet.
'Should I *come* over yet?'
'Now would be grand. We can put her at ease now I think. Ring the bell right in the middle of our first...'
'In the middle? I don't want to wait another half hour.' Amina says into your head with an echoing giggle.
'Okay, fine, ring the bell a minute after we start.'
'Yes, Master.'
You continued to stare into Beth's blue eyes, you can tell her mind is almost in a catatonic state.
You smile at her, "Here...let me help you loosen up your tongue." You say and lean into the still stunned girl.
A millimeter from her lips she comes out of her state and practically attacks your mouth, her hands (her blood stained hands...) running through your hair as you kiss.
Just as you are getting into it the door bell rings.
