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A Different Kind of Meeting [GuyverGuy and ShortSighted]

Trevor sat there for a minute, a little thrown off by his orgasm. It took him a bit to realize that Mandy had sprinted out, under the pretext of washing up... she seemed embarrassed, and he wondered why. He jumped to his feet, and stumbled for a second and continued to stumble every few steps until he walked up behind Mandy... lord, her sweet ass right out there with her bending over... she tempted him like no other. He struggled to just walk up behind her, but his cock still flopped onto her back as he leaned over her.

"What's wrong?" Despite the fact he could barely find any sperm left in his body, he was hardening up again... Mandy had a hold on him that he couldn't explain. "And I really wish you didn't just run away from me, I get..." He had to find the right word. "Scared, that you're trying to leave me again"
 
"I'm not trying to leave." She said in immediate panic as he mentioned that. She wasn't. "Nothing is wrong." She added, feeling his cock on her back and standing up. "Sorry that I ran out. I just wanted to wipe and wash." Mandy explained as she stood there, looking at the man nervously, scared of punishment again, scared of him wanting her. How long could he control himself?
 
Trevor smiled, quite happy that she hadn't tried to make a run for the door. Though he had kind of been hoping for a reason to fuck her, and call it punishment, but no... he had control on those thoughts, he could have them but he couldn't act... no matter how much he wanted to pick her up and fuck her little body silly.

"Mandy..." He needed to get his mind off of that, he needed a distraction, damn it. Otherwise he'd spread her legs and fuck her if he kept looking at her. "What do you say we go pick up those supplies I talked about?" He finally said, perfect, he turned away from her before he changed his mind.
 
"supplies? What supplies did you want?" Mandy asked, confused. "can I wear proper clothes to go out in?" Mandy asked quietly. She was scared that she'd be made to wear skimpy clothing again.
 
He brained her on top of the head playfully, her ignorance alleviating his fear slightly. "The art stuff Mandy, jeez." He backed away from her a little, a small frown on his face. "You mean... you want to pick what you wear? I liked the way you looked in the clothes I picked out..."
 
"Oh... Yea.. The art stuff." Mandy told him, having forgotten all about that. She looked up at him in time to see his frown about her clothes question.

"I do. I want to pick out what I want to wear because I don't want everyone looking at me." She said quietly. "At home I can wear what you picked, but not outside. Everyone laughs at me and I just look like... I look like some cheap whore that's just out looking for sex. I want to look nice..." Mandy looked at the ground, expecting Trevor to start shouting at her at any minute.
 
He wanted to yell, so much so he could feel his hands clench. It wasn't so bad because she said she'd still do it at home, he wanted to punish her, he really did. But then she said people laughed at her, and thought her a cheap whore, and the growing feels in him helped him calm down.

So Trevor sighed to help, and turned Mandy around, gently tipped her head back up to look at him with a single finger under her chin. He wondered if he was doing this right, he wanted to show her that he wasn't angry, at least not that much. So he leaned forward, and planted his lips against hers, like the did in the movies. A few seconds later, he broke away with a slight smile, maybe from the kiss... he wasn't really sure.

"Alright Mandy, you can pick what you wear in public... but at home I still get to choose, alright? I'm the only person that gets to see you like that from now on."
 
Mandy was shocked at the kiss, so much so that she forgot to kiss back. Shaking her head she nodded finally, agreeing that Trevor could chose what to wear at home as long as she got to chose in public. She was so happy at that that Mandy hugged Trevor, thanking him for letting her do it.

"Thank you so much." She told him pulling back from the hug.

Mandy moved back into Trevor's room, hoping to find some decent things for her to wear out in public.
 
Trevor hadn't had a hug in years, since he'd last seen his mother really. He was just as surprised when Mandy hugged him as she had been when he'd kissed her. He was frozen for a minute when Mandy stopped and left for their room, he didn't follow until then. Realizing that she didn't know where the clothes really were.

"You don't know where they are, do you Mandy? Over here." He said opening up one of the dressers. It had all sorts of clothes clearly not meant for him in it, tight jeans, skirts, dresses, blouses. "Pick whatever you want."
 
Mandy stared at the clothes. Most of it was things she didn't want to wear, but finally she found a pair of tight jeans and a blouse that she thought she could wear. "Can... Do you think you could allow me to go shopping for things to go out in public... I like what you have picked..." Lie. "...But, well, I want some decent clothes to for going out in. And I need some underwear." She told him.
 
Trevor was busy pushing a leg through a pair of jeans, he nearly toppled over onto the bed. "Fine, I guess we have to go to the mall now." He tossed on a t-shirt because, well he needed to be comfortable to deal with this whole new way of doing things. "Ready yet?"
 
Mandy looked at Trevor wondering how long he would act like this. It seemed impossible that he was acting like this already. Was it too good to be true? Probably. Mandy was sure that he was just messing her about, letting her think that this is how he was going to be before letting her slip up and beating her for it... If he really had changed though... Mandy wondered what that meant and slid into her clothes.

"Yea. I'm ready now." She grinned, generally happy that she had managed to get Trevor to see her way of things.
 
Trevor stood from the bed and wrapped an arm around Mandy's shoulder, so far he figured it was easier to treat her normally in public. So he was eager to get out there, and hopefully prove to Mandy just a little more that he was some terrible, black hearted demon man- not that he hadn't been, and part of him still wasn't. But damn it he was trying very hard to change.

He guided them out of the house and locked the door behind them. He decided they'd be heading to the art supply store first. It only took 10 minutes for them to get there, and Trevor was...lost in the store. "So... what do you need? I don't know anything about this stuff."
 
Once in the store Mandy was surprised at Trevor and how nothing not ordinary hadn't happened. He was treating her well and slowly she nodded, starting to move around the store and picking out paper, brushes, canvas', paints, pencils, charcoals, pastels... everything that she needed - or thought that she needed for her painting. Once done she turned to Trevor.

"There we go. Got most of it, I think." She grinned.
 
Trevor gave the stack of supplies a once over, he could only name a few of these things. But then the arts was one of the things he knew pretty much nothing about, he couldn't honestly say if she needed it all... and he had money to spare since, well, he'd acquired it all through less then legal means and that tended to pay, very well.

"Jeez, art sure does take a lot of supplies."

He picked up some of the bigger stuff from her, calling on manners his mother had tried to teach him years ago. He led them up to the register so he could pay. "You know... this is kind of like a normal date." Trevor said with a wide grin.
 
Mandy looked at Trevor, not sure what to say about it being a normal date. She still couldn't forget what he'd done. How he'd humiliated her - how he still wanted to. She knew that he wanted to and she had no idea why he wasn't. She was supposed to be hurting. Looking away she shrugged.

"Yea... I guess it is." She said quietly as they walked over to the checkout.

Would they ever be normal? No. Mandy wasn't stupid. Trevor would turn. He'd want things back to the way they were before she managed to sweet talk him. Sighing, she put her things on the counter so Trevor could pay. Maybe he wouldn't though. Maybe this was her twisted fairytale.
 
Trevor couldn't promise he'd ever not want to be in complete control again, dressing her in the skimpiest clothes he could find and hiding all kinds of toys inside her. It was him, and he couldn't change that- but the way he was acting now was him too, and if Mandy gave him a chance maybe they could find some normalcy, and that's why he was trying so hard, he'd never been normal, and he'd always wanted to be... so if he could come even a little close he was willing to try. Besides, seeing what a more caring approach to sex could do motivated him a little too, even though he knew he wasn't going to live completely on it.


Trevor handed over a few bills to pay for the supplies and heaved the bags off the counter. He heard Mandy sigh and looked over at her, a little confused... was he doing something wrong? He'd figured this was going pretty well. "Something wrong Mandy?" He asked as he walked behind her out of the art store, next up was clothes, which he was completely befuddled by, he didn't know what kind of clothes she wanted, it'd be another chance for Trevor to show her he was trying to be a nice guy, right?

"Which store Mandy, you didn't like any of my clothes so you pick, I guess." It could be her twisted Fairytail, who wanted a normal romance anyway, Mandy could have her own unique story, with a very unique man.
 
Mandy looked at Trevor and shook her head. "Nothing's wrong." She explained, not wanting Trevor to get upset at her if she explained. She just wanted to keep things as they were for as long as possible. She was getting a rest and it felt good to have the rest and let her body recover from the trauma that Trevor had put it through. A few days ago she was a virgin in every way, shape and form. Now she wasn't.

She told Trevor the name of the store and started towards it. "I did like your clothes." It was a lie, but she felt bad when he put it like that. "I just don't think they are appropriate in public. I don't want to look like a slut or a whore." She told him as they walked into the clothing store and Mandy started looking around.
 
Trevor smiled when she lied to him, he thought it was the truth of course, so it made him feel marginally better about the whole situation. Truth be told, he didn't know how to pick out clothes for anyone but himself... and the slutty clothing just turned him on, so he'd picked it up for Mandy during the planning that had seemed like an eternity ago.

Now though, he was following along behind Mandy as she looked for clothing. Paying attention to what interested her, figuring it'd be useful to know sometime in the future. "Is this the kind of stuff you like?"
 
Mandy started picking out clothes that she'd normally wear. Things that suited her. Things that covered her up. Now that she'd seen what Trevor had bought her, and how uncovered she was most likely going to be during their time at home together, she wanted to get a few clothes that covered her up - sweaters, jeans and shirts.

"Yea, I like these clothes. They make me look good." She told him as she picked up a couple of pairs of jeans to add to the pile of sweaters and shirts that she'd picked up previously. "What do you think?" She asked him.
 
Trevor had to rack his brain for the right thing to say, he of course thought she looked good. But even he knew that a proper relationship, as he thought this was supposed to be, required him to actually be sweet.
"It doesn't matter what you wear to me..." He had to think of the right thing to say, the first thing that came to mind was Sexy, then hot... then he finally decided on... "You'll be beautiful." He beamed, thinking he'd done a good job there.

"Want to try some of them on...?"
 
Mandy nodded a little, glad that he thought that her being covered up was still beautiful. Maybe he would let her wear clothes at home to. Or, because she was depriving him of sex for so long (to him at least), would things go straight back to how they were with only occasional breaks for her.

"Yea... I'll try them on." She told him, wondering if there was any point to buying clothes the right size if she could be pregnant. She didn't mention this though.

She moved to the changing rooms and started to try some of the things on, occasionally coming out to show Trevor, hoping that he still felt the same even though she was coming out covered up with hardly any skin showing.

"Does it look okay?" She asked.
 
Only time would tell how home life would change, this was uncharted territory for him. He knew he wanted to still have wild, ceaseless sex with Mandy, but was starting to become more comfortable with the idea of laying off for her sake.

As for approving of her appearance, he'd spent a long time admiring her in clothing like she wore now... and he'd thought her a wonderful creature then, and it hadn't changed now... thought he wished to see her with less clothes just like then too. "It looks great Mandy. Hopefully you won't be in them much longer though, I can't wait to be able to buy maternity clothes for you." He looked happy at the thought. "You want to keep those one, just take off the tags so we can pay for them too~" He said happily, moving towards the front counter for this whole...paying thing, being a criminal was so much easier, and cheaper he thought absentmindedly.
 
Mandy removed the tags from the clothes, feeling much more comfortable in these clothes than the ones she'd previously been wearing. She shuddered at the thought of maternity wear. She was too young to look after a baby and be a mother. Something told her that after the endless sex they'd had for a couple of days, that she was most likely pregnant. All they'd need to do is carry out a test in a couple of weeks and find out if she was or wasn't.

"Don't you think I'm a little young to be a mother?" She asked quietly as they moved to the checkout and Mandy put everything down, including the tags to pay.
 
Trevor watched intently as her new wardrobe was rung up, he listened to her of course. He didn't reply yet, instead reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet to pay. The clothes were being bagged up when he finally turned to his... well, slave, girlfriend, whatever Mandy was to him and answered.

"Of course not Mandy, I wouldn't let you if I didn't think you could be a great mother." This was one thing he would -not- budge on, it was set in his mind like a stone wall. "You'll do fine, we'll do fine." He said turning back to pick up their bags and start out of the store.
 
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