“Let me see.”
It was a bold move, and I wasn’t sure if it was something she would actually go for or not. Paige seemed like she wanted to express herself sexually, but she needed to know that she wasn’t bad or wrong for wanting to do that. That was one of the problems with the world, I thought. People were still slut-shaming each other to the point where nobody felt free to express themselves anymore.
Well, she could do that here, and I would let her.
I wouldn’t shame her.
I wouldn’t make her feel bad.
If anything, I’d make her feel better than anyone else ever had before. That was something I wanted for her. That was something I wanted her to feel.
Paige was the kind of person who deserved to feel incredible, and I was going to do that. She had to trust me, though, and I knew perfectly well that I wasn’t worth trusting. I had more layers and more secrets than she could possibly imagine. It was unfair for me to ask her to trust me in this way, but I was doing it anyway.
At first, she looked like she was going to say no. There was a hesitation there that I understood. This was probably unlike anything she’d ever done before, and besides, I was her landlord. We weren’t friends. We didn’t hang out.
“Okay,” she said, and she lifted the dress. Instantly, I was hard. Her soft, shaved pussy was completely bare. Not only was there no hair, but there were no panties. I could see all of her, and I fucking loved it.
“Come here,” I said, choking out the words. Shit. Why the hell did I have to get so excited right now? It was a combination of her innocence and her seduction that was doing me in, really. She looked almost shy, yet she was being bold. The paradox was intoxicating.
She walked slowly toward me, still holding the skirt up.
“I think you like what you see,” she said boldly, staring pointedly at my cock.
“Touch me,” I said.
Almost instantly, she dropped her dress and reached her hand out. She rested it over my crotch. Gently, at first, she started to rub her hand up and down. Then she rubbed a little bit faster. She watched her hand curiously, as though this was the first time she’d done this before. I knew there was no chance in hell that was true. She was much too good at this. Shit, she was a fucking goddess.
Before I could come apart in my damn pants like a fucking teenager, I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She looked up at me, surprised. I saw the silent question on her face.
What did I do wrong?
“That was perfect,” I said. “But it’s time for us to get to work.”
“Okay,” she said carefully, and she held her hands at her sides. “What do you want me to do?”
“First of all, I need some research done,” I said. “I assume you can use a computer?”
She started laughing so loudly that I wondered if I’d made some sort of terrible, awkward joke. Then she stopped.
“Oh, you’re serious,” she said. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”
“I just-“
“Dude, I’m a fucking college student,” she said. “Of course I can use a computer.” She shook her head at me. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Ignoring your disrespect,” I said, pointing out the fact that I could spank her again for her little outburst. “I’m going to answer your question. I have a lot of employees, Paige. A lot. Many of them show up and can’t do anything involving technology.”
“So you don’t hire them?”
“No. I always hire them, and then I give them the skills they need to move on to other and better jobs.”
I didn’t plan to tell her that. It’s not something I exactly brag about. It was Rebecca’s passion, really. She always hated how many students she knew in school who attended on scholarship, but who were too poor to have computers or tech at home. The private high school we had both attended had an excellent computer lab, courtesy of a generous donation by my family, but it wasn’t enough. Rebecca and I both knew that a lot of people, especially those coming from poverty, struggled to get jobs when they weren’t skilled with computers or technology.
“Woah,” she said.
“Woah?”
“I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” Paige said. “That’s very kind of you.”