Alyssa lay in the dark, doing her own thinking. She sensed that Alicia wasn’t asleep yet at the foot of her bed. Part of her was tempted to invite her to crawl up next to her, but she decided against it, even though she almost felt guilty for making her sleep there. She could have gotten her a cot, but the bundle of energy she was increasingly fond of had insisted she was just fine on the cushioned bench. Still, it almost seemed cruel to deprive her of a real bed.
Cruel or not, Alyssa was no idiot. It was becoming more and more apparent that Alicia had a crush on her. In all honesty, it was flattering. But was it smart to get into anything serious with her? On the one hand, Alyssa usually went for other professionals much like herself—people who could drive and live on their own without fear. But there was something about Alicia’s vulnerability that appealed to her. She relished the idea of taking care of someone else and of being the dominant one for a change, instead of men dominating over her.
What better person than one in Alicia’s situation?
Alicia had all the vulnerability she desired and a need for care and protection, yet she would eventually be fine while Alyssa was at work if she decided to take her to her future home. Alyssa highly doubted the gal would say no if asked to come with her. What else did she have to do, crush or no crush—sit alone in an apartment and hope someone else would sweep her off her feet? Alicia was a lovely woman, but she was getting older. Age may be just a number to Alyssa, but most people thought otherwise.
Even if Alicia didn’t feel comfortable being left alone during the day, or if Alyssa decided she couldn’t leave her alone, she could always drop her off at her parents’ before work. They seemed to adore Alicia, and her mother had already informed Alyssa that if there were any problems getting an apartment, or if Alicia absolutely didn’t want that, she was welcome to stay with them.
Domination in a relationship, in general, wasn’t just what Alyssa desired more and more—it extended to the bedroom as well. She’d discussed the whole BDSM thing with Donte before, but he hadn’t seemed interested. He was more old-fashioned, so she couldn’t get him to go for it. Knowing people as well as she did, she had a strong feeling it would take a more dependent person, eager to please, to let her explore the desires she increasingly wanted to act upon.
She’d read about the subject on various forums and found some people suggested it wasn’t a very productive lifestyle, that it could become addictive in many ways. Although she had no experience with domination, she couldn’t see how it could possibly be addictive. If she and Alicia—or another woman—ever got into it, and one of them decided they couldn’t handle it or grew tired, all they’d have to do was stop.
Alicia twitched in her sleep and started moaning, startling Alyssa. She sat up and squinted in the darkness toward the foot of the bed. The jerks and moans continued until Alicia bolted upright in tears, nearly slipping off the edge of the bench.
“Shh, shh,” Alyssa said. “It’s ok. You just had a bad dream. That’s all.”
“My—my uncle! I opened some closet door and there he was, with worms crawling all over him!” Alicia gasped.
Alyssa hushed the terrified Alicia again, not wanting to wake her parents in the adjoining room. She shimmied over to the other side of the bed and patted the side she’d been lying on, closest to the bathroom. “Come on.”
Alicia shuffled over to the bed and collapsed into her arms. She wiggled herself in, and soon the two of them fell fast asleep.
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