She Has a Fetish

Sue nervously fiddled and twirled a strand of her bright copper locks around one of her fingers.

"I....I sort of have a uh....**** fetish." She said quietly. Sue was a quiet girl from a quiet little town in Nebraska before she came down to our Dallas college. I'm taking the whole nine yards: religious parents, dad is a preacher, several generations before him were farmers, she didn't even consider she was gay until I told her more about the LGBTQ+ community and she realized she was bisexual, but this....was news to me.

"I never really talked about it to you because I didn't want you to think I'm weird but yeah....****, free-use, ignored sex....all that really gets me going. Even before I knew about masturbating, I accidentally saw some porn of **** roleplay and it.... I don't know, awoke something in me. But I knew it was sinful, so I prayed those thoughts away and just ignored them." She held my hands "But now you can finally help me live them out, Amber. Please?"

She made the same adorable begging face that she makes when she wants me to share some of my lunch but.....it just seems wrong.

"I-"