Of course you let her go

Of course, she could go. You did nothing to stop her. With a heavy sigh, you watched as Maisie climbed out of the passenger seat, pausing briefly to glance back at you with an expression torn between residual anger and profound uncertainty. Then, without another word, she slammed the door shut and hurried away

For the following seven days, you heard nothing from her. Each day you were remembering, fantasizing, arguing with yourself internally. Missing her laughter, easy banter, the comforting familiarity. At night, however, your imagination took darker turns. Sometimes you merely remember the blowjob, cum on her face, replaying the images in your head. Other times, more elaborate scenarios formed.

In these vivid dreams, you explored possibilities: poses, styles, techniques, modifications of her appearance. Your favorite fantasy involved making her taller, like a model. Long legs, toned ass, huge tits, all but the same face you've known since childhood. You imagined bending her over some furniture, taking her from behind while she moaned your name, begging for more. Or maybe having her kneel before you fully naked, tongue out, waiting obediently for whatever you desired next. Many jerking-off sessions passed this way. Each with a flavor of guilt mixed into the pleasure.

On each of these days, you had a temptation to call her, or go to her home and knock on the door, meet her to either try to repair everything... or give some sweet depraved commands. You even thought about sending messages to her messenger or leaving replies under her Instagram posts or comments to see if the command with her name would work through the screen in text form as well. But you resisted every time, it is just safer this way.

And then, exactly one week after that fateful afternoon in your car, your phone buzzed with an unexpected call from Maisie's number

"H-Hey..." her voice sounded strained, almost embarrassed when you answered. There was a long pause, the kind that made your heart race with anticipation. "I, um... I was thinking..."

"You were thinking?" you prompted gently, trying not to sound too eager despite the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"I... I overreacted," she admitted, her words tumbling out faster now, as if she'd been rehearsing them. "You handled things better than most people would have. And I falsely assumed you are not into me at all... I didn't know about the crush thing."

"I wasn't exactly a saint."

"No, but still... I went too far. " There was another pause before she continued, "Would you maybe want to grab coffee sometime? We can talk more, figure things out between us?"

"Things?" you asked suspiciously.

"You know... our friendship, where we stand, how to move forward from here," She said carefully, clearly trying to keep things very casual. "So, coffee, tomorrow at noon? At our place?"

You almost answered 'sure' but this coffee sounded like something that would throw you into temptation. In a public place, which could end even worse than what happened in the relative privacy of your car... And the other possibly existed. She was on the line, hearing your voice, you could give a command that would be followed.