What she likes

The morning after our meeting, I was inundated with texts from Nia complaining about Lucy barging into her house while she slept-in and “taking over her job” as she had put it. Well, she protested, but I could tell she wasn’t actually upset with the whole affair. Just like Lucy had predicted — I supposed she was right that Nia appreciated a heavier hand in this instance. Why, though, did I of all people not realize that?

Whatever, it was just another opportunity to improve. It hurt my pride a little to admit my approach was less effective this time, but that wasn’t important. I was far, far happier that Lucy had been right, and that we’d managed to find a more impactful way to help Nia.

In part, at least. Now it was time for Rina and myself to execute our half of the equation.

The rest of the week had been a frenzy. The two of us spent the short amount of time we had together, discussing in-depth the best ways to really get Nia relaxed after her difficult week.

I broke down what I thought Nia generally liked in her sexual experiences: having some measure of control over the situation, and being able to exercise said control; being the center of attention, or the sex somehow revolving around her involvement; finally, and perhaps most importantly, Nia feeling like she was being useful and doing a good job, as well as having her efforts be acknowledged and praised. Of course, this was just my interpretation of her sexual tastes, but, when it came to Nia’s general preferences, I felt I was fairly well acquainted.

Of course, recognizing these interests on their own was useless if we couldn’t do anything with them. Especially with her tastes beginning to, at least from what I could tell, expand in new ways. If she had a burgeoning interest in group sex that was more involved, then I wanted to take advantage of that so that she could have the best time possible. And that is where my discussions with Rina really get into the minutia.

Though she was less daring about it than myself, Rina clearly had an interest as well. With the proper rules outlined, we eventually reached a satisfactory conclusion on the exact nature of Nia’s upcoming carnival of passion.

Nia herself we kept mostly in the dark about the plans. Not to say we didn’t tell her anything, of course, we didn’t want to stress her out by leaving her hanging, or make her think she was not doing her part — not to mention, springing this on her last minute would’ve been rather rude of us. We kept it simple, letting Nia know that she didn’t have to worry about meeting with Rina for the weekend; that we had something fun put together in lieu of our backup plans, and the only thing we needed her to do was prepare herself, both in the physical and the mental sense, for anything.