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Bianca practically skipped as she pulled Joey along the three block walk to his house.

Donna chided her, telling her that it would be best to remain inconspicuous while they were so close to Joey's school.

Bianca knew Donna meant when, and she was probably right. Bianca just didn't care. She’d never been the kind of girl to wait, to hope a man noticed her, to wonder if she was enough. Bianca knew who she was: a confident, beautiful young woman. She was enough. She was more than enough. If there was a man that she wanted, she wouldn't wait around for him to drum up the courage.

When she finally saw his house, her eyes grew wide. It wasn't just a far cry from her dingy apartment downtown, it was Joey Granger's house! This is where the only man in the world who could touch her lived. This is where her Joey slept. This is where he grew up. This is where his bedroom was. There was no telling what kind of insights a place like this could provide to help her carry out her life's purpose. Bianca never took her job seriously, but that was just a job. This was her calling. And she wanted to do as good a job as possible.

Bianca knew Donna Fowler was close by, that she had known the Granger family for years, and that Donna was there to support her. She was glad the older woman was here for support. Still, she wanted to impress Joey. She wanted Joey to be comfortable touching her whenever and however he wanted.

Bianca raced up the path with Joey in tow.

"Careful dear, don't dislocate our Joey's arm. He's going to need that for all the wonderful fondling ahead." Donna said.

Bianca rolled her eyes in loving mock-annoyance, and bounced on her tippy toes as she waited for Joey to unlock the front door.

The second the door shut behind them, Bianca turned, pressing close to him.

"Okay," she said, flashing a slow, satisfied smile. "What do you want me to do?"

Joey blinked. "Uh… what?"

Bianca giggled, and turned to Donna, "Does he always get flustered this easily, or is it just when five women are vying for his dick?"

"He's just like my Nick. Shy and sweet." Donna said, smiling warmly at the thought of her own son. "Now tell the woman what you want. I'll go to the kitchen and get some snacks and water ready. You're going to want to stay hydrated and energized. Probably something with a lot of protein, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll take a sandwich, and I want it absolutely stuffed with meat." Bianca said, thankful for Donna, but keeping all her attention on Joey as she pusher her body against him and ran a finger over his chest.

"You don't have to get me anything!" Joey squeaked.

"Nonsense. You're the exact type of guy that makes girls like me go crazy. You're the perfect guy. It's completely reasonable for you to order me around." Donna said, putting a hand on her cocked hip.

Damn she was sexy. Joey was the only man who could touch her, but Donna wasn't a man. Maybe after she had a turn with Joey all to herself, she could try sharing a little.

"I just mean, you don't have to-" Joey said, as much to Donna as to Bianca.

It was getting a bit irritating, but Bianca wasn't going to let his own sheepishness get in the way of her, or of supporting her friend Donna.

"Shhh." Bianca said before pressing her lips against his for a soft kiss. His breath was warm against her skin as she parted and looked into his eyes. "Don’t argue. Donna said she wants this. And I already told you—this is my choice. I get to decide how my body is used. And we’ve both decided. We're all yours."

A sharp inhale. Joey went rigid. His hands twitched like he didn’t know what to do with them. "That’s… uh, that’s not really how that works."

Bianca beamed. Oh, this is fun.

"You don’t get it," she said, tracing slow circles on his chest with a single finger. "See, my whole life, men have tried to control me. Tell me what to do, tell me how to be. My mom let them. She let them have me." The words tasted bitter, but she didn’t flinch. That was old news. It didn’t matter. "I swore I’d never be like her. Never be used. Never let a man decide what happens to me."

"And I haven't had a real man in my life since Nick and Juniper's father passed away. The thought had never occurred to me, until you opened my eyes." Donna said, as she strode into the kitchen. She gave Bianca a supportive nod as she got to work preparing their food and drink. For a moment Bianca was surprised by how well the older woman knew the Granger house. She was a bit jealous that Mrs. Fowler had nearly two decades of experience being here, but it passed. They were on the same team, after all.

Bianca looked back at Joey, steel in her eyes.

Joey looked vaguely horrified. "Bianca—"

"And that is why this is different." She grinned, practically glowing. "Because I am choosing this." She cupped his face, her thumbs grazing his cheekbones. "I am giving myself to you. You’re not controlling me. You’re not using me. Because I want to be used by you."

"If you're worried about getting anything wrong, you know I'm more than happy to help guide you. I know Sarah raised you to respect women, but respecting women means listening to them, Joey. She's clear about what she wants. If you have any issues you need to talk to her." Donna said, her voice was stern but not unkind. Bianca was so glad to have her close. She didn't want to think how frustrating this all would be without someone there to support her and lift her up.

"Oh, Joey. Sweet Joey. You just don’t understand. But that’s okay!" Bianca said, and caressed his cheek. "You don’t need to understand. You just need to enjoy it."

He wasn’t breathing. She could see it, the way he locked up, the way his chest rose in tight, shallow movements. And yet… his body betrayed him. She felt it against her thigh, the undeniable proof of his arousal, even as he tried so hard to resist.

Bianca bit her lip, her pulse fluttering with satisfaction.

He wanted this.

She knew he did.

"Relax," Bianca said, murmuring and running her hands down his arms, feeling the tightness in his muscles, before twining her fingers with his. "Why don't we go over to the couch. I know how attractive you find me. I know how hot and flustered you are. And I know you're nervous. Donna will be right there if we need her, but in the meantime I think we need to do something about all this tension."

"Okay." He said, his breath coming out hoarse and ragged.

That was good, but he wasn't quite there. Not yet.

Bianca glided over to the couch, Joey's wrist in her gentle grasp. She sat him down, and perched next to him. She smiled softly and moved a tangle of his shaggy hair out of his eyes. His pupils were wide and scared, but slowly contracted at the feel of her touch.

Better.

"So, uh..." Joey said, gulping as he struggled to form a sentence. It had been a while since Bianca had been with someone so inexperienced, but she remembered how nerve-wracking the experience could be. She ignored the sounds of Donna puttering about the kitchen and stared into Joey's eyes, giving him silent encouragement. "What do I... I mean, like, uh... where do we start?"

"How about you start with the buttons." Bianca said, her voice coming out in a sing-song tone that was almost a chuckle.

"Buttons?" Joey said.

Now Bianca really did laugh, but not at him. He was just so green. It was kind of sweet actually.

"Yes Joey, the buttons, you know? The ones on my blouse?" She said, demonstrating by running her fingers up and down her boobs. God, her nipples were so stiff. She wasn't sure how much longer she could wait for Joey to catch on.

Bianca smirked, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. "Or I could just take it off myself," she whispered, "if you prefer."

Joey swallowed hard. "I…"

Bianca giggled. "I know you want me, Joey. I know you do. So just say it."

She reached for his hand, guiding it to her hip. He hesitated for a moment—just a fraction of a second—but then his fingers flexed.

A spark of triumph shot through her veins.

There it is.

"Come on," she whispered, her lips just a breath away from his. "You can't escape who you are. Don't run from your desires. Embrace them."