Go home

You take Ariel home, the least you can do after she arranged such a rendezvous for you. By home, you mean your home. You’ve had quite a day, and all you want is your bed, with Ariel as a delicious bed-warmer. As much as you enjoy screwing their barely legal daughter under the Konvas’ roof, it is enjoyable to sleep in your own bed with a beautiful girl. Maybe you’ll try it more often.

You awake early. You take the time to admire the girl sleeping under your arm, with her hand clutching your arm like a safety bar on a roller coaster. Her face is slack in sleep, her breathing even and doing interesting things to her modest chest. You can hardly believe your luck. Two weeks ago you were a lowly teacher. You like to think you were popular and effective, but who actually knows. Now, you’re in control of this beautiful creature’s mind, and with seemingly limitless power.

You should feel guilty. Mostly you just feel intoxicated.

Ariel slowly begins to wake up. You relish the sensations as her tiny body stretches. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

Ariel opens her eyes, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across her lips. “Good morning.” She nudges into your chest, burying her face into your (decent) pectorals. You lie there with the girl nuzzling you. Moments like this are made for reflection. You realize it has been way too long since the last time you were touching by a woman before your “accident.” Your last girlfriend of four years left you because of the amount of time you dedicated to your job. You were starting in a new school, trying to get all the minutiae down so you could be effective and respected, but she did not get that. She made sure to let you know that by picking fights constantly. When you went two days without talking, she fucked the guy she had obviously been eyeing up, and that was that.

You hadn’t thought about her in quite some time, but looking back, you realize if you’re honest with yourself that was the pain that allowed you to be satisfied with staying single for so long. In many ways, this lovely creature currently doing the human equivalent of purring into your chest is a facsimile. An idealized, perfect relationship where she does exactly what you want. It is not how human relationships work.