Trust the process

"Vanilla?" I ask again, feeling slightly deflated.

She smiles reassuringly, and I see a bit of the comforting side of her that she showed Freya earlier. "Don't worry about it, dude! I came a couple of times. You just need to get a little more involved. I mean, I kept asking you to tell me what you want..." Her eyes go a little glassy and her voice drifts a bit. "and I would have done whatever you told me to do. I was up for anything, you could have told me to do anything, and I would have." She refocuses. "But you didn't say anything. I even had to tell you what to call me. You have to take charge! Or maybe you don't, maybe you're not into more than the basics. Maybe you just need a girl who's more your speed."

I slowly get up and put on my clothes. This is surreal. I've got this girl's cousin in my home wearing a dog collar right now, but I'm too vanilla for her. Still, that tone in her voice when she talked about doing whatever I wanted tells me that she's definitely feeling the need to follow my orders and is trying to make sense of it. It's just that the stuff that was so overwhelming for a religious virgin like Brooke is a below average hook-up for Savannah. I can't use the same approach on both girls and expect the same results.

As I finish buttoning my pants I say, "Well, vanilla or not, I had a great time. Thanks for inviting me over, Savannah!"

She smiles and her shoulders visibly relax. She opens her arms and gives me a big hug. I feel her big breasts push against me and I reflexively want to reach down and grab her pert ass, but I resist. I just hug her back. Savannah says, "Yeah, it was fun!" Then she pulls back and playfully adds, "Now get out of here, asshole, I've got a paper to write for class tomorrow!"

Apparently verbal **** is how she shows affection. I break the hug and walk towards the front door. Right before I reach it I stop and say, "Oh, one more thing..."

"Don't flirt with any guy other than me ever again. Don't let any other guy touch you. Avoid eye contact and communication with other men. Never masturbate or do anything else to turn yourself on if you're thinking about any man other than me. Add phrases like "Greg should fuck lots of women" and "I want Greg to dominate me", but in your own words, to the things you say when you masturbate to my picture. Instead of saying that Freya won't beat you to getting me, say things about how inferior she is to you. Forget these."

That's enough for now. I really want to pile it on, I can add more later. I need to get more info from Freya first so I can be more specific.

Savannah stands there, looking at me. "Well? What's the one more thing?"

I pull out my ticket from her building's parking garage. "You said you validate parking, right?"

She laughs and playfully shoves me out the door.

As I'm heading to my car, I pull out my phone. I haven't checked it since I got the notification for the new perk.

There's a message on it. A really important message.