A conversation

“Live these next 6 months like they’re your last. Because in a way they are. The prince never has to know your body belonged to another first. Trust your heart and your body. Don’t deny yourself what you know you want just for another’s satisfaction. Give Justin your body as you have your heart.”

DC = 50

D100 = 31 + 4 = 35

Failure

Aisha heard the wind whip past as she left the bathroom, a seeming answer to her prayer. But it didn’t feel right. She wasn’t a floozy. Sure, she wanted to love Jacob, but she thought more of herself than just giving it up. Yes, she yearned for Jacob. She always carried a condom with her, just in case something happened. Sure, it wasn’t proper, but she was a modern woman and had been to plenty of parties. As she saw Jacob by the door holding her second latte, she swallowed. He was so hot. She couldn’t help but subtly wonder what kind of lover he would be. Would he be kind and gentle? Would he respect her wishes and use the condom in her bag?

Smiling and waving at him, she approached him confidently, hips swaying just so as she navigated the crowded coffee house. The closer she got, the firmer in her resolve she grew. Aisha wanted to see if there was something with Jacob.

“Oh, such a gentleman!” Aisha winked at Jacob and bumped his hip with hers while grabbing her latte and taking a sip. The height difference between them seemed almost absurd, and she could see him gulp as he stared at the top of her lovely golden-brown breasts.

In response, he smirked and wrapped his big arms around her shoulders, “come on, let’s get out of here. Do you mind if I drive?”

Slurping on her latte, Aisha looked up at him with her smokey eyes, the kohl in her makeup making the amber flecks really pop. “Nope! Honestly, that would make me feel better. I get nervous driving. The G-wagon is just so large. Daddy says it’ll protect me in a wreck, but then he gave Asim a Ferrari for his birthday.” She shrugged as they came to the car.

Jacob opened the door for her and caught an eyeful of exposed thigh, almost to mid-calf. He raised an eyebrow appreciatively, but said nothing. Climbing into the driver's seat, he hit his head on the railing and Aisha giggled as he let out a grumbled, “Oof!”

“Sorry babe, I’m a bit shorter and didn’t think to move the seat back,” Aisha giggled and blushed at the same time.

Jacob turned to her, his eyes a little watery, “no-no, it’s all good. Where to? I’ve got about an hour until the game.”

Aisha thought for a second, “Would it be OK if we just drove for a bit? I want to hear about you. I feel like there’s always something between us: homework, the prince, etc.”

Jacob pulled out of the Cosmo parking lot and shrugged. He left his right arm on the middle console and Aisha intertwined her fingers. It was a comforting grasp; his hand was big, confident, and manly compared to hers. She felt nervous, but also safe. As they came to a red light, Jacob turned to look at her, “If you don’t want to marry Prince wets-his-nest, what would you like to do?”

Aisha giggled at the lame humor, but smiled and said, “I want to do what Daddy did. I want to be successful in the world. I don’t want to be married off or be some nepo baby. I want to be able to stand on my own two legs and say, I made it.”

“Hell yea.” He nodded and squeezed her hand in supportive.

“What about you?” Aisha was genuinely curious.

Jacob thought for a moment before saying, “I want to go pro. I think I’m good enough, and my studies in marketing should help me land a job after.” He continued to lay out his plan for success, and Aisha was thoroughly impressed. But she suddenly felt a little self-conscious; how would she fit into the picture?

So, she asked, somewhat nervously, “Jacob, what kind of girl do you like? Be honest with me… Give me all the details.”

A/N use the power of the wind to help Aisha mold herself into Jacob's dream girl. What kind of girl does he like? Slutty? Exhibitionist? Bimbo? Something else? (possibility for Aisha to gain a a fetish)

Libido does not change