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The Regretted ‘Fuck Off’ SignalsPrinciple: Fuck Off signals and women who often use them. Storyline: Amanda, a modern day feminist, has regrets after she presents Gerald, an Average Frustrated Chump with a couple fuck off signals over time. She was indoctrinated in mainstream culture and feminism of her generation but her conscience plays on her…will she obey it? ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–In every society, there exists classes. These classes tend to be segregated by income, lifestyle and creed. And, the rich and poor or the ‘have’ and ‘have nots’ are no exception. The Rockefeller s tend to congregate with the Rockefeller s and the denizens of sk** row tend to keep to their own. If one grows up in a rich, privileged household in a privileged community, quite often the inhabitants are oblivious as to what goes on outside their protective bubble. The Turacs were no exception in regards to conforming to the status quo of their socio-economic situation. Amanda Turac was 19 and she had grew up privileged and rich, in the confines of her own affluent community. Her father had been a professional hockey player. Indeed, growing up her and her two siblings had never wanted for anything. They always had what they wanted and an emotionally healthy, well-adjusted group of friends. Especially Amanda. She had always been a spoiled princess. She had always been a ‘daddy’s little girl’ being the eldest. Whether Amanda ever visited her local library and read about the unfortunates is highly uncertain. Still at 19, she didn’t seem acutely aware of other denizens or other lifestyles populating the world. She grew up in a community in a state who’s median income was well over $500,000 a year. She grew up in a ‘bubble’. Brentville was one of the richest communities in the state. Lots of memories of spectacular birthday parties and sleepovers among rich friends and going to the mall with daddy’s car and using his credit card to buy the latest fashions at GAP or Abercrombie. She attended a leafy private school in the Brentville hills with her equally spoiled daddy’s girl rich friends. Like was good, or so it seemed. The slums of sk** row were on another planet, if her friends were even aware they existed. Amanda dated sons of oil tycoons and executives and other sports and entertainment figures. She even met the country band Rascall Flats backstage at a show once, thanks to her hockey player father who helped arrange the meeting. Life was good. If her and her rich friends did pay attention to others less fortunate in our society, it was to scoff at them and mock them. But this was rare. They were too preoccupied in their own importance, materialism and their own sick narcissism to pay the lesser denizens any heed. Amanda often dressed slutty going out to bars. She was living in a slut society, after all. Her friends and her were oblivious to certain underlings the society didn’t serve. Amanda and her friends accordingly reaped the benefits of having a high market value in a slut society. They were invited to parties. They got in free without the cover charge at bars by militant bouncers who would turn you away if you were a heterosexual man by yourself. They were revered and men salivated over their thick hair, gleaming white teeth and tanned bodies. They often got the highest marks in school and later they were promoted at work. Sex In the City 2.0. Their sexual market value was high. And, they came from the upper crust of materialistic Western society. Amanda and her friends were part of the ‘me’ generation born from 1982 onward. They were told growing up they could be anything they wanted to be. They were told they could do anything they wanted to do. The world was their oyster and their parents often felt like they had to be their friends. Their parents often sought approval from them, the Gen Ys. Some believed in the Law of Attraction but most didn’t realize they were ‘manifesting’ things into their lives just by virtue of having things handed to them and by having large informal social connections and social groups. Pussy-whipped men and ‘manginas’ would go out of their way to please Amanda and her friends but would get little to nothing in return for being ‘nice guys’. If anything, Amanda and her friends would laugh at these poor guys. These guys might as well hire a prostitute. Women surely could be bought for cheaper. Amanda and her friends were the types guided by parental influence, who would marry into other rich families among their informal social groups. Future doctors, lawyers, salesmen and business heirs were only too pleased to court these girls. They were always marrying ‘up’ instead of ‘down’. This served a purpose twofold. On one hand it would increase their chances of security and they could live a lavish lifestyle not unlike the one they had growing up. And two, the process would increase their own market value in the mating game by ‘shopping’ for a man who had even a higher market value than themselves. The elites made sure of this. One could say this was a form of eugenics, weeding out all the ‘ugly’ and ‘undesirable’ people and the poorer people with ‘defective’ genes. Not unlike Nazi Germany with their social cleansing of the Jews and ‘diseased’ imbeciles in the first half of the twentieth century. A lot of decent men were hurt by this process in the latter part of the twentieth century and up into the twenty-first; thanks in part to feminism. These decent men had been rejected and given ‘fuck off’ signals at various times in their lives. Some never dated. Some tried speed dating and were rejected. One of these men was Gerald. Gerald Campsall was a different story. Although he only lived ac across town, in the inner city in fact away from the posh suburbs like Brentville, from day one Gerald was from ‘the wrong side of the tracks’. His father had abandoned the family when he was 2, leaving Gerald’s mother to fend for herself and her only son on food stamps and welfare checks. Gerald was always mercilessly bullied from Kindergarten at the hands of his peers. He went to a tough high school, one of the toughest in the State where if one fought back, you were respected. Poor Gerald never fought back. This school was also known for d**gs. Gerald ended up dropping out in Grade 10 and as soon as he got his license, applied for a delivery job with Quality Currier. He got it and moved into a flat of his own not far from where he grew up. Gerald was always a self-confessed ‘geek’; into amine and Star Trek. With the small, close knit group of pals he did have, he’d spend hours playing Magic: The Gathering and discussing elements of the supernatural and occult. Gerald’s social standing improved a bit after he got the driving gig and his own flat. More so, after he started hanging out at Twiggie’s coffeehouse. Gerald found other ‘geeks’ and eccentrics there like himself. People whom life had dealt a queer hand and outcasts of society. Gerald found the coffeehouse was a good place to shoot the shit about astrology, philosophy and other occult matters. He was a ‘geek’, an eccentric. Love had evaded Gerald for the most part all his life. He once kissed a girl, so he knew partly what ‘the other side’ felt like. But what broke his heart was when he found out she did it on a dare from her friends in a narcissistic game of ‘Truth or Dare’ on the school grounds one day. He’d asked all but 14 girls to dance at one of his middle school dances and they all turned him down. He was kept captive one gym period in the dark in the change room at school one time. When he was released, he cried the rest of the period. Gerald knew his place in the hierarchy, in this society. Like the r****ts and serial killers, he was on the bottom although he never did anything to provoke it. At least serial killers got admirers and groupies. Gerald got nothing but scraps of porn and ‘girly’ magazines to jerk off to after a long day of driving. The coffeehouse also attracted the upper crusts. Urban sophisticates bent on showing their sophistication ordering lattes and talking about the social issues of the day. In irony, the coffeehouse is one possible place that allows the classes to meet on an intimate level, possibly on interests alone. Whether the rich use this crutch to pretend their more philanthropic and world aware of problems than they already are or the poor use it to lift themselves out of drudgery is uncertain. The coffeehouse is a meeting place for this though. Amanda and her friends gravitated towards Twiggie’s after school some nights. It was an eclectic atmosphere. Amanda had seen the ‘geek’ before, she thought. Driving past her on a couple occasions. On one occasion, she was in conversation with one of her would be suitors trying to court her. This man was inviting her to go for a motorcycle ride with him one of these nights; in typical bad boy fashion. The women bahis firmaları loved that sense of adventure, and Amanda was no exception. After she accepted she would call this gentleman some day to go for a ride, none other than the ‘geek’ drove by in his dorky looking late model car. He looked at her and thought, ‘There’s a pretty girl, way out of my league though’ and drove on. But, before he drove on, Amanda felt she had to give him a piece of her mind, the infamous ‘fuck off’ signal. It gave her and women of her ilk and age power. Especially since the sexual revolution but even before. She sneered at him while the ‘geek’ merely felt defeated and drove away dejected. Now she sat with her privileged friends in the coffeehouse, thinking they were so affluent and yet so aware of human affairs and the goings on in the world. Yes, she was sure she saw the ‘geek’ before as he sat across the same room, but seemingly in a different world. When a youngster starts to strike out in the world, this milestone acts as a good learning experience for them. It exposes them to other creeds and walks of life and different cultures. This is especially true if one is lucky enough to travel to another continent and experience the cultures offered there. Amanda wasn’t so fortunate to experience the latter, at least not yet, but she did make it to the coffeehouse. When she stepped in to that eclectic place the first time, one can say her ‘bubble’ burst. For that first time she was exposed to different types of people from all walks of life, the ‘geek’ being one of them. One of many eccentrics populating the underground landscape. This had been especially true since the mental institutions began closing and cutting back staff. The coffeehouse had also become a refuge for broken people who were screwed by the system yet again with the surrender of their hospital beds in return for an empty life on the streets. At first Amanda and her friends reacted to these ‘new’ people with fear. But, some friendships were cultivated there out of mere curiosity. One night, the ‘geek’ was in the coffeehouse. Amanda and her friends were there too. ‘Check out that creeper at 3 o’clock’, Kelsey, Amanda’s friend exclaimed. ‘Eww…his mother probably dresses him and he probably lives in her basement playing Wartech all day. Or, he’s in computer sciences. That’s gotta be it…’, Shannon laughed, another of Amanda’s friends. ‘Hey, Amanda, I sooo double dare you to give that geek the ‘fuck-off’ signal and a look of disgust!’, Kelsey said. ‘I second that!’, Shannon yelled. The girls all cackled in sick narcissistic laughter. ‘OK…watch this!’, Amanda evilly conceived. Amanda walked by the table where the ‘geek’ was sitting and stared and met his eyes. Gerald looked up and gave her a look of eager anticipation. Amanda then gave him a look of utter disgust. Gerald then hung his head in shame, dejected. Then he turned back to the conversation he was having with Tom. Him and Tom liked to talk about metaphysical matters and the Universe. The girls all laughed. ‘Ha, good one Amanda!’, Shannon sneered. ‘What is it with society today?’, Gerald began telling Tom, ‘Arrogance seems to be the norm.’ In front of one of her mirrors at home, Amanda had a staunch revelation. Giving the ‘Average Frustrated Chump’ the ‘fuck off’ signal hadn’t been rational. Amanda was a woman brainwashed by the morals (or lack of them) of her generation and feminist ideologies. She had been trained to give ‘fuck off’ signals to average looking guys. But now, she had an epiphany and felt guilty. Amanda was part of the matrix in society and she was just putting her guard up, she reasoned. But no, she had been cruel. She basically told the poor bloke in the coffeehouse and before on the street to ‘fuck off’, only not with words but with her eyes and her body language. Quite often, men like Gerald get passed over in our sick Western society; thanks to the Hollywood and the Madison Avenue crowds and the media. And, of course the onslaught of feminism and woman’s liberation starting in the 1920s. Quite often such men have plenty to offer but are overlooked, in part due to their looks. No, Amanda yearned to make it up to him. She would tell him to tell her to ‘fuck off’ right to her face, she didn’t care. It would actually turn her on. A form of masochism. But, she had to find him first. She knew he hung out at the coffeehouse and drove for Quality Currier, she had seen him before…she would just have to make a phone call or lurk at the coffeehouse. She talked it over that night with her best friend Kelsey. ‘I gave the dork the ultimate ‘fuck off’ signal,’ Amanda said. ‘I have sinned in the eye of ethics and decency. My Grandmother’s generation would hang their head in shame for me and my actions.’ ‘Aww…that was classic. He didn’t see it coming.’, Kelsey replied. ‘I know…but now I’m starting to re-think my ways,’ Amanda shot back, ‘He is a geek but he could be my geek. He probably never had dating, sex or relationships before. Poor thing. I just don’t know what to do when I see him. How do I react?’ ‘Be real’, Kelsey shot back. ‘Just tell him how you feel if it means so much to you. Damn girl! He is a geek, probably so not your type!.’ ‘I just want to give him an UN-fuck off signal and a big hug.’, Amanda said. ‘He’s probably been through a lot.’ In the ensuing weeks, Amanda thought about how she felt. The ‘fuck off’ signal was certainly on her conscience. Every time she thought of it, the horrible deed she did, a pout came to her face. Poor geek, she thought to herself, must be a drag and a chore to be a virgin. Kelsey had encouraged her to scope the geek out at the coffeehouse but some of her other friends were leery. They told Amanda not to waste her time with a geek like him. ‘There were other, more privileged men in the sea’, they warned. Yet, Amanda was adamant. She knew he liked to frequent the coffeehouse at night when it was quiet to write. Gerald called Tom up at home. It had been a week now and Gerald was in the need for a metaphysical talk. Tom agreed. ‘So, want to meet me at Twiggies? 9:45?’, Gerald asked. ‘Sure b*o…’, Tom replied. Tom was dealt a bad hand in life as well, often being beat by his old man. Actually, Tom felt closer to his old man in spirit, than when his old man had been alive. Tom’s ‘old man’ was now one of his spiritual guides. Or so Tom thought. They were to meet like one of many occasions before. But, little did each of the men know there would be one difference. Fate was now lining up the possibilities for the union between Gerald and Amanda to take place. Amanda would tell him when she sees him. ‘I’m going to the coffeehouse tonight.’, Amanda said as she painted her toenails pink. Kelsey looked up. ‘Will your night in shining Armour be there?’, she said sarcastically. ‘Shut up! He probably has feelings too…just because he appears to be an underling on the outside doesn’t mean his soul is inferior.’, Amanda shot back. ‘What’s gotten into you girl?’ ‘I got to go tonight!’, Amanda exclaimed. ‘I’ll catch up to you later girlfriend!’ 9:45 came and went. Tom showed up, then Gerald. Gerald was going to tell him about a circuit board he was working on resembling master controls on the Star Trek TV series. The geek talk between Tom and Gerald lingered on. ‘So what character are you going to come up with for your next role playing game?’, Tom quipped. ‘I don’t know,’ Gerald began. ‘Someone who can shape shift, and who is immortal! I’d like to be immortal! No erasies stamps it!’ ‘Isn’t that a stretch?’, Tom teased, taking another sip of coffee. ‘I don’t know…’, Gerald said. Just then, Amanda entered the coffeehouse. How could anyone not notice her? She was very beautiful, after all. ‘One Espresso Con Panna, please,’ Amanda said. ‘Sure,’ the barista shot back. Amanda took her drink and left her change in the ‘Karma’ cup on the counter, like she always did. Just then, her sultry blue eyes met with Gerald, the ‘geek’. She now felt she had to go talk to him after all. He was a human sharing the planet’s air too, she mused to herself. Amanda prepared herself to go for the B-line toward the ‘geek’. She did feel bad after all for giving him ‘fuck off’ signals. That hadn’t been the right thing to do, she thought to herself; especially since she hadn’t even gave him a chance to present himself to her. She didn’t even give him a chance to let her get to know him. How selfish and short-sighted was that? No, she would have to introduce herself. Would he be forgiving? ‘Hi. I’m Amanda. I’ve seen you around here before. I thought I would introduce myself. What’s your name?’, she asked, gazing right a Gerald. ‘Hi. Uh, I’m Gerald.’, Gerald said awkwardly. ‘Great! Mind if I sit with you guys? I just wanna chat. Like it gets awfully boring and lonely alone.’, Amanda said. ‘Sure,’ Tom chimed in, aware that her target now was Gerald if an inevitable hook-up did happen. Tom was more socially aware than Gerald and always went to great lengths to help friends in need, and Gerald kaçak iddaa was in need. ‘I’m Tom by the way,’ Tom added. ‘Amanda. Nice to meet you Tom’, Amanda said teasingly. She still had the ‘Valley’ girl mentality in her but tonight she was toning it down, just for Gerald. ‘What are those?’, Amanda asked, looking back at Gerald. ‘Magic The Gathering cards. It’s a role-playing game.’, Gerald shot back. ‘You role play at a table using magical characters and try to outsmart and eliminate your opponents.’ ‘Wow! Sounds interesting!’ ‘Yeah. It is. What brings you to our table, Amanda?’ ‘Oh, you know. You looked like a nice enough guy who needed some female company. I wanted to just get to know you better. I really am a nice person, you know!’ Tom was by now knowing what was up. An inevitable hook-up was in progress. Tom started to nicely excuse himself from the table. ‘Oh, I should be going. Got meditation tomorrow morning. Gotta run!’, Tom said, winking at Gerald. ‘You guys stay. Get acquainted!’ ‘Bye! It was surely nice meeting you.’, Amanda said gingerly. ‘Bye man,’ Gerald said. At this point, there were two voices and personas residing in Gerald’s head. For one, he felt beaming on cloud nine; no girl (outside of family) had paid him this much attention before. Women usually didn’t give Gerald the time of day. He was usually invisible to them. ‘I…I really don’t have anything interesting to talk about pertaining to popular culture?’, Gerald said nervously, a pathetic attempt at relating. ‘If that’s what you want?’ ‘What makes you think that? Nonsense.’, Amanda said. ‘You are in a coffeehouse, that’s interesting! I see you write in here to top it all off. That’s also interesting! No, don’t be so hard on yourself. Look, I’m happy!’ Amanda had a point. ‘I better go,’ Gerald said, shaking and not used to this attention. Amanda then made a pouting face with her lips. She had made this face hundreds of times before in pictures with her friends out at night clubs; along with the various ‘gangsta’ symbols that were trendy and popular with today’s youth. But now, in this coffeehouse, she was doing it for Gerald. It seemed the more she talked to him, the more she actually liked him and cared about his general well-being. She would be his mercy fuck remedy tonight. And, Gerald had to admit, he was turned on by her fake pouting face. The snag worked. ‘Hey, you want to have some real fun?’, Amanda asked. ‘What do you have in mind?’, Gerald shot back. Gerald was mildly aware hook-ups went on but he had never been a part of one before so he didn’t actually know how one went down. ‘C’mon. I have my Lexus here. We can go back to my place. We can talk there if you’re more comfortable there.’, Amanda said quietly. ‘Lexus?’, Gerald quizzed. ‘Yeah. It’s sweet, you’ll like it. It’ll be fun!’ Gerald usually walked to the coffeehouse. It was in his neighborhood, after all. And, he also thought what the hell? Perhaps this is my lucky night tonight. He lived alone and had no one to answer to. And, it was a Friday night so he didn’t have to work tomorrow. He could take all day to take a bus back to his ‘hood. Or, maybe if he was lucky (in more ways than one), Amanda would drive him home. Life was good, he reasoned. The two finished up their lattes, put the cups in the garbage and exited the building. Little was said on the ride out to Brentville. Amanda felt her phone vibrate but she ignored it. She would turn it off upon arrival at her house. Amanda’s parents were away at an out-of-town hockey game so Amanda had the house all to herself. As long as Kelsey or anybody didn’t call her land line she thought, she’d be fine. Gerald didn’t exactly know what he was getting into. He started to see the houses becoming more lavish and expensive. The neighbourhoods were becoming nicer and more bucolic, with modern strip malls and steakhouses. What did Amanda do for a living, he wondered to himself. Was she a high class escort giving a lonely nerd a ‘freebie’? Finally about thirty minutes later, they pulled up to the drive. ‘This is it!’, Amanda said gleefully and excitedly. ‘What’s going on?’, Gerald asked, still cautiously weighing the situation. ‘Come inside!’, Amanda whispered, squinting her eyes. Once inside, they assembled on the downstairs couch. ‘I’ve seen you around,’ Amanda began. ‘And I just want you to know I’m not like my friends. We gave you some ‘fuck off’ signals and that was mean. I’m so sorry I did that to you. I’m not like my friends, I’m nice. Please, no hard feelings. I’ll offer you my body if you want!’ Now Gerald knew. This was coming from the chick who gave him ‘fuck off’ signals. He recognized her now. She had better apologize to him and mean it hard, he thought. This cat was going to get himself laid! ‘Oh, it’s OK. It’s warranted…’, Gerald began. ‘Why? I happen to respect you as a fellow human being. Don’t say stuff like that about yourself,’ Amanda said. ‘You’re worth more than that and don’t let anyone tell you any different, hun!’ ‘I know I’m not much to look at’, Gerald said meekly. ‘Are you k**ding? Geek is chic right now…look at Silicon Valley and Steve Jobs! I bet your hiding a nice physique underneath that pocket protector. I want to try on your glasses!’ ‘What?!’ ‘Yea. I’ll try on yours and you can try mine on! My reading glasses!’ Amanda had a motive behind the switching of the glasses. She had seen a similar thing done on a reality television series Beauty and the Geek. This was where the beauty dressed as the ‘geek’. The principle and moral behind that act and behind the premise of the show was twofold. One, that we are all equal and two, different creeds and cliques can and do come together to unite in life. Sometimes even for sexual and romantic reasons. Amanda and Gerald were doing this now. ‘See, we are equal’, Amanda said as she started to rub Gerald’s thigh. Gerald could feel himself getting wood underneath his jeans looking at a distorted room through Amanda’s frames. He didn’t want to blow his load and have an accident before she saw his cock, so he waited. ‘I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a part of the beautiful people’s world. I was always rejected by women.’, Gerald said meekly. ‘That was then. You now have an invitation to participate with a beautiful person. You, with that schlong would put the other geeks to shame. I see it through your jeans cowboy! Don’t be so hard on yourself, Gerald. You have a lot going for you. You are a kind person, I can tell. And, you care a lot about people. Those are assets. So what if you have some body fat. Don’t feel bad and don’t let that define who you are!’ ‘Yeah, I guess. I’m still self-conscious though.’ ‘Don’t be! I didn’t mean the ‘fuck off’ signal, honestly! Seriously dude!’, Amanda said. ‘I guess.,’ Gerald said, still somewhat unconvinced. ‘I know another thing that will make us equal in blood,’ Amanda began. ‘Nudity!’, Amanda whispered teasingly. Amanda started to take off her clothes. First, with the pin in her thick, brown hair. Then her shirt until just her black bra was starting to show. She must tan naked, Gerald thought. And, in a tanning bed, Gerald thought again. He began to imagine her little body basting under the lights, her submitting to her own narcissism and beauty. As he looked at her perfect tan, his dick was growing more, if that was even possible. Amanda looked juicy and stunning with just her bra on above her belt and ripped jeans…MMM! Gerald was lost for words and Amanda was aware of the effect her body was having on him. He was speechless. Gerald would have like to melt her tanned body and drink her up like gravy. She was the color of gravy, after all he reasoned. Just then, Amanda grabbed Gerald’s cold hands and placed them on her tanned belly. It felt good, really good. ‘Wow, this feels good!’, Gerald said. Amanda just laughed. She started to undo Gerald’s zipper on his jeans to see his cock. They both stood up and while Amanda was stripping his pants off of him, Gerald found the nerve to take off his T-shirt. He was too aroused now to be self-conscious, although it was still in the back of his mind. But, for a fleeting moment, it came back to him after his shirt was actually off. ‘I’ve always been self-conscious of my body. Sorry if it disappoints.’, Gerald exclaimed. ‘You have a beautiful body. Plus, who’s to define beautiful? Just like who’s to define normal? So many differences.’, Amanda said reassuringly. She really wanted to help the ‘geek’ out. To encourage him instead of discourage him, and it was working. ‘Shh…’, Amanda whispered, now naked save for bra and panties herself. She began gyrating her body and rubbing her smooth legs. ‘I’ve got a little surprise for us.’ Gerald was by now totally turned on by Amanda’s tanned, muscular tight yet loose body. Especially her smooth tanned gravy-colored legs. He could see it in her legs when she walked. The muscles move, that is. And her nice blue eyes and perfect white teeth that only a dentist to the rich could chisel. Like cottage cheese. Amanda went into kaçak bahis her room and came back out with some lube and a pair of handcuffs. ‘How’s it going?’, Amanda said almost naked. ‘Not bad now.’, Gerald said, turned on. ‘Goood!’ ‘Just asking, what made you interested in a guy like me? I’m a nerd. You’re a beautiful party girl. You can walk into any bar or club and have any guy you want come up to you for sex.’ ‘I wanted you. I wanted to help you. You shouldn’t put yourself down like that. You should give yourself more credit. Don’t put yourself down’, Amanda bellowed. Amanda wanted to do her good deed and help someone in need by offering him her presence and her silky, tanned body. She felt it was a gift she was giving. Wasn’t every man entitled to great sex? Rich or poor. Popular or unpopular. Outgoing or shy. Nerd or jock. Gerald would give her a gift too. The gift of learning. Amanda never encountered a person like Gerald before in the flesh. To her he was a fascinating enigma and to him she was a sex goddess. ‘I’m sorry me and my friends laughed at you. That was mean. I’m sooo very sorry. I want to make it up to you. I’m offering you submission of my hot body. I want you to command it and fuck it like it’s all yours. Lick my pussy and lick my tan like it’s a piece of cooked meat and gravy dripping off that meat. Roast. People should be nice to one another. I want you to spit in my vagina and command me. I want to serve you. Do you accept my apology?’, Amanda asked apologetically. ‘I accept!’, Gerald said. ‘I got a boner and I want to use it but I’ve never been with a girl before.’ ‘I’d love to be your first,’ Amanda claimed, smiling at him no pouty face this time. ‘Now command me!’ Then both of them took off their underwear, leaving them both stark naked in each others presence. And, they were both rubbing each others bodies down now. Then they started wrestling on the couch, in a heated sweat like wild a****ls of the forest. Then Gerald took charge of the situation. He took the handcuffs out and placed them on her arms, saying, ‘You are under arrest, Miss! For being too beautiful and stealing power from the masculine side of the whole…now fuck off bitch! I’m telling you to fuck off now!’ Of course it was all in fun, but a message and moral nonetheless. She had instigated it, she wanted him to be in control. And he was, for the moment. Gerald now was feeling her body up and was entertaining thoughts of entering her. He was still a beta gentleman though and removed the handcuffs off of her. Then, he sat on the couch with her on top and stuck his hard cock into her nice, soft and warm pussy and he started pounding her tight manicured body. It felt good…it felt really good. He was inside her now. He had control. Theoretically, he had told her to fuck off so they were even now, man and woman. If anything, he was on top because he had now said it to her face. So, the masculine side was winning. Now he was inside her warm pussy, thrusting, gyrating. Muscles contracting. Ahh! Life was good. ‘Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Faster!’, Amanda screamed. Gerald was now pounding as hard and as fast as he could. Leakage was spilling inside from both ends now. His eyes met with Amanda’s small but firm breasts bouncing up and down and her smooth, sexy and tanned shoulders in motion. His dick was feeling the sensation tenfold, and Amanda was now screaming. ‘Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!’ Amanda was so fucking perfectly proportioned, Gerald thought; enough to make a castrated lad get wood and ejaculate ten times. Amanda was lost in the moment and started rubbing Gerald’s chest and pinching his nipples. His nipples were excited and hard, as were hers; pointed up and perky. Her painted toenails were curled up on the floor in a ball and that turned Gerald on all the more. Gerald hadn’t cut his toenails in three weeks, but Amanda didn’t seem to mind, as long as he didn’t cut her. Or, perhaps if he did, would it turn her on? Who knows? Gerald was in heaven now, in ecstasy. Some spiritual types Gerald had rubbed shoulders with had said the deed of orgasm is the closest one gets to experiencing the ‘other side’. Time stops and one is in ecstasy. They were both about to experience it now. ‘Ahh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Oh, oh Gerald! Oh, yes, yes, yes, oh here I go! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! AAH!’, Amanda yelled as she pinched Gerald’s nipple one last time. Amanda exploded while Gerald’s dick was still inside her. ‘If you’re sorry about the ‘fuck off’ signals, punch my bag while I cum, bitch!’, Gerald said in good fun as he pulled out. ‘Yes master. Anything you say wise one!’ Just then Gerald pulled out like a wiener sliding of a warm bun. ‘Aww! It’s about to cum, it’s about to cum, it’s about to cum! I’m gonna blow my load all over your shoulders! Here it comes!’, Gerald yelled in excitement. ‘Punch it bitch!’ Amanda started punching the bottom of Gerald’s balls as lines of cum started squirting upwards. One, two, three, four, then five…six, seven. Gerald was in ecstasy and pain at the same time. Gerald came and came, covering Amanda’s breasts and smooth shoulders. ‘Wow! You really are a virgin to have that type of stock!’, Amanda said teasingly. ‘Yeah, I’ve been saving this for someone special’, Gerald replied. ‘Aww. That’s so sweet!’ Amanda finished jerking him off and licked the remainder of his cum off of his dick. ‘Mmm, looks like you took one-eyed Willie to the op-tom-i-trist,’ Amanda said as she put her glasses on his pecker, still erect. Or rather, at least tried to. Just then, both of them collapsed on the couch, naked and laughing and in each others arms. ‘See, being with a spoiled entitled princess is not so bad now, is it?’, Amanda began. ‘Especially one that gives you an instant ‘fuck off’ signal then fucks you and lets you in to her nice, hot, dripping, warm pussy. It’s not so bad now, is it?’ ‘Hell no, I guess not.’, Gerald said. ‘Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Or if you’re ever in the coffeehouse, I’ll be there too. I saw that you needed female companionship and I offered it to you. Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. You are a good person on the inside and I saw that quality in you. Don’t ever be nervous around me, OK? Don’t worry about anything, OK? I’m just a girl. I’m just another person. I thought you were a ‘geek’, I was wrong. It’s not what’s on the outside but what’s inside. In here,’ Amanda said, pointing to her scull. ‘I always felt ugly on the outside, I guess’, Gerald said. ‘Nonsense’, Amanda began as she made another pouty face, ‘You’re alright and don’t you let anyone second guess you. Us women need to reach out to lonely guys more. There is a stigma that needs to be removed.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’, Gerald stated. ‘I wanted to be equals tonight’, Amanda exclaimed, ‘That’s why I tried on your glasses and you tried on mine. That’s why we got naked and eventually had sex, down to the carnal base of things. I could be what society calls a ‘geek’ and you could be the hipster girl. The equal connection, ya know?’ ‘It’s a very noble thing to do, Amanda. I was wrong about you.’ ‘How so?’ ‘Well, to be honest I thought you were a bitch. But, you’re really a lovely, good-hearted person underneath all the plastic. You’re cool!’ ‘Well, that’s nice to know. And you. I admit I thought you were a ‘geek’ but you are more worldly than I thought – and kind and sweet too of course.’, Amanda admitted. ‘Hey! Do you smoke?’ ‘No, I don’t smoke cigarettes.’, Gerald replied. ‘No silly, I mean the other kind. Marijuana, grass, dope, ganga?’ ‘Uh, no.’ ‘Would you like to try?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m kinda nervous. Does it make you do crazy stuff and see unicorns?’ ‘No, silly. Don’t be nervous hun. This stuff should be legalized. To me it’s more fun and more harmless than alcohol. Less violent if at all. Do you know in Alaska one can legally smoke for personal use in one’s own home, I think?’ ‘No. I didn’t know that.’ Amanda rolled them both a joint. Good old BC bud with ‘crystals’. She wanted this night to be a special occasion. And, to top it all off with recreational d**g use. He was a ‘geek’, she had thought, but for this night, she would show him another side of life. Sex instead of masturbating. Weed instead of diet coke and cheesies. A real live girl instead of porn. A warm, sexual embrace instead of the standard ‘fuck off’ signal. Amanda lit the joint, inhaled then passed it to Gerald; who awkwardly inhaled before coughing. ‘See, you’re getting it!’, Amanda yelled in excitement. ‘Yeah. I’ve always had not been versed in the ethics of cool.’ ‘Nonsense. You’re learning and besides tonight you are my ‘geek’. What’s cool anyway? What is normal? You shouldn’t pay yourself any ill heed, you’ve got so much to offer.’ Stoned, they lay beside one another on the couch and stared at the ceiling. They fell asleep together, oblivious to the morning becoming them. In each others arms towards the sunrise. In the morning, Gerald woke up in bed beside her. The smell of body fluids and dope still lingered on from the night before. But, neither of them cared. The bed could be forty feet wide, and they would still be in each others arms. Amanda then grabbed Gerald’s arm and placed it back around her, around her stomach. Then they fell asleep once more. THE END

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