Why Me? Why Now? by Daxie

                        by Daxie

I met her innocently enough through a mutual friends party.  I saw her at the other side of the room.  I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or a friend of mine that I was talking to.  But she stared, uninhibited, not caring that it was an obvious mental undressing.  My friends removed themselves from the conversation, moving on to other friends as I went to take a walk outside.

As I started my walk I could hear steps behind me.  I lit a cigarette before I headed out on the sidewalk and up walks the girl from the other side of the room.  I introduced myself to her making small talk.  I asked if she would like to walk with me.

She took a long glance at my face, then up and down my body, which is not something I’m used to.  I never considered myself much of a sexy guy or even a good looking guy.  I’m rather thin, that typically nerdy look.  She seemed to be enjoying what she saw but said nothing to me.  She just nodded, turned and started walking down the sidewalk.

Stunned at the mixed signals that seemed to be going on, and being shy and nervous around women, I hurried to catch up.  I walked slightly behind her as I didn't quite know where she was headed or if she even wanted me walking with her.  For all I knew she was walking home.  She didn't say a word for what seemed like forever, though in actuality it was probably five minutes or so.

“So, John, what are you looking for here?” asked Jessica.

Ummm.  I was taken off guard by the blunt question and wondered if this was a trap question.

“Um, not really looking for anything in particular, Jessica.  Just wanted to take a walk and step away from the party for a few minutes.” I said

“Really, you didn't want me to come along with you?  You asked if I cared to join you. Why?”she said

Again stunned at the line of questioning from Jessica, as we barely knew each other, feeling rather uneasy now I tried thinking back and seeing what went on -- and if I'd missed something.

“I not sure what you mean Jessica.  Just figured to be polite and see if you wanted to walk and talk.”  I stumbled over the words as they come out shaky.

“I’ll make this clear once, John, so there is no misunderstandings, Did you not see me watching you with your friends?  I know you were looking back some as well.  Did you like what you saw? Did you not want me to come out with you?” Jessica spoke sharply

“I didn't think you were looking at me, Jessica.  I figured you were looking at one of my friends.  Of course I looked over at you; you are hard to miss in a crowd -- I said very nervously -- "beautiful as you are.”

Jessica stopped suddenly causing me to almost bump into her.  She turned and slapped me hard across the face.  In utter shock my hands went up defensively -- thinking another strike was on its way.  What came next was truly puzzling as Jessica started to laugh and giggle.  I drop my hands and looked out at her with a dazed puzzled look which seemed to just fuel the laughter more.

“You know you are a rather pathetic man don’t you?”she asked

I start to answer, then stopped as her hand raised as if to slap again.

“That isn't a question for you to answer, pet.  What I want to know is, how do you want to go through life from this point forward?.  Do you want to lead yourself and bumble around invisible to every attractive female and go home to your empty house to pleasure yourself?” She paused for a moment as a sly grin lit up her face.  “Or, do you want to follow someone who can give you purpose, show you to the world in ways you can only imagine.  Show you that you are not invisible and that you are sexy; I can see that in you even looking at you like this, though you are not terribly sexy now.  You could be. I know you could.  So which direction do you want to follow?”

“I want to be seen, Jessica, but I don’t know what you see. I am not sexy, never have been.  I’m still a virgin” I say as I start to lower my eyes to the sidewalk

*Smack* another strike from Jessica to the other side of the face brought my eyes back up and into a defensive position.  As Jessica laughed harder now.

“Of course you are a virgin, you silly boy.  You think so little of yourself that how could a woman even consider you as anything but worthless?  You should consider yourself lucky I’m even telling you this; call it pity on my part.  Though I don’t think of it as pity, I see how you handle yourself and I’ve watched you interact with friends and strangers.  You are definitely shy and noticeably nervous, yet you still try gain a woman's attention in your own charming ways.  You have a very slim but sexy body.  Nerdy but,  if I’m right, it is you nerdy shy types that are open to kinks.  And maybe I’ll be lucky enough that you don’t have a pitifully small package.” Jessica started to laugh again as I blushed.  I looked down again when she mentioned my equipment.

“I don’t know what to say, Jessica…”

“That’s Miss Jessica or Mistress Jessica now, John.  Don’t forget it”she interrupted.

“Yes, Miss Jessica. I can’t comment on my cock and its size; I consider it average I suppose.  As for kinks, never done anything obviously but I do admit I do like kinky porn”.

The words coming out of my mouth sounded foreign to me.  Something had happened in the last 30 minutes that I would never have guessed possible or say I even wanted.  "Why me?" I thought this to myself.  "What does she see in me that is worth anything?  Why now?  I don’t know how this started.  Looking back it was a regular party with friends I’ve known for years.  Why me?  Why now?"

                                                                                        (to be continued)

- Daxie