Conclusions

It was later, back at Alex's apartment. Outside, night was falling. ALex hadn't realised just how long he had been away for. After spending time with Lilly, he'd wandered the city for a bit, trying to get his head together. It had not been as easy as it sounded, since the thought that Clara was waiting for him back at his house filled him with mixed emotions of lust and concern. The advice that Lilly had given him was strong in his mind as he wandered the streets and shops, his body working on autopilot as his mind mulled over his concerns and worries. What could he do? What should he do? It was a simple question that simply did not seem to have an answer to the young man.

It was funny, he supposed. Most people in his position would probably be jumping at the chance to do everything they had ever wanted to their childhood friend-slash-crush. But him? He was too worried about what might come afterwards. Ultimately, he decided that it came down to a single factor. What did he want this to be? Where did he want this to go? If he wanted just a week of mindless sex - ans that thought was tempting no matter how much he pretended otherwise - then he was on the right path. But did he want that, or did he want something more?

He thought of Clara as he walked; the image of her face dancing in front of his mind. Her smile, and the way she spoke and joked with him so often. Her attitude that he loved so much, and the way she made him feel weak the knees, and brought a smile at his face. Yet, at the same time, other images of her rose to. New images. Images that made him flush red, and hope that no one was watching him too closely. He remembered her naked, stripping down for him. Exposing herself, her pale skin shining like moonlight. He remembered her standing in front of him, totally naked. Uncovered and embarrassed, yet willing to go ahead. He remembered her calling him ''master'' and it made his member stiffen even now. He remembered the hours they had spent together last night, how they had touched and fondled, and how she had climaxed as he had done as well.

Slowly, he started to come to a conclusion, feeling himself inching his way to solid ground. What he wanted and what she wanted beginning to come properly into focus. ALex was not a dumb person, as a rule. He was actually rather intelligent - though not quite as much as his brother - and he knew just how rare this chance was. He did not wish to waste it, but nor did he wish to taint his friendship forever. If he wanted to make use of the chance that Clara had given him, he would need to walk a very fine line. Could he do it? Well, that was what had been troubling him for most of the day. But slowly, he felt himself becoming more sure, piecing together the future bit by bit. Could he do it? It would be hard at times, and he would have to be careful, he would need to try and adapt his mind to the sort of situation that Clara desired, and also enjoy himself. He'd need to keep control, to try and create a situation which they could both enjoy. At first, it might seem easy - sex was sex, after all - but as you considered it, the true weight of the task became clear.

Easy?

No.

Possible?

Yes.

Clara had taken such a risk doing this, coming to him and being so open and honest. As Lilly had said, she'd exposed herself far more than merely literally. She must have been so anxious, so worried that things would not turn out well.

So, if she was willing to take those risks, why not him? Lilly's advice before played through his mind now, and he slowly felt his resolve begin to harden.

Yes, he would do it. If Clara wanted this, he would give it to her. A week of slavery. And after that, maybe they'd have something more.