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Chapter 7 by dialectic dialectic

What devious scheme did you dream up?

Brainstorm with her but start small

"No boundaries at all, eh?" you said to her.

She nodded. "Yep. None."

"So if I wanted to piss on you, you'd let me do that?"

"For example, yes."

Here, finally, you thought you had found an opening to a wider discussion. "What do you mean, for example?"

She shrugged. "Well, it would be the same for any fetish."

Click, went the pieces of an idea in your mind. "Ah. Not just sex then, but any fetish."

"Yeah," Samantha said, still apparently very relaxed. "Just like whatever, so long as people recognise it as like a thing to do with sex somehow, and you're there having me do it."

Samantha flexed her shoulders, pushing forward her chest, and then leans forward. "Look, no offence John, but talking about this is getting a bit tedious. Whatever you have in mind, you should either just do it to me or tell me to do it. Just try to make it easy for me to play along: I'm a brunette, not a computer. Okay?"

You were taken slightly aback, but the calm and friendly way in which she invited you to in any case have your way with her took the sting out a bit. "Fair enough, Sam. Maybe for starters you should just rub your body up against mine whenever it doesn't get in the way of something else you or I are trying to do."

Sam smiled and nodded. "See?" she said, scootching herself forward so that the crotch of her jeans was pushed up against yours. "That was easy enough," she added, gently rubbing herself up against your jeans-cladded member.

"Anyway," Samantha says, "I was hoping to study acoustics some more. Did you want to join me?"

What do you do next?

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