Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... of distress in his eyes and how he, too, was struggling with emotions. It helped me keep my shit together. As long as I managed to appear sober and calm, I told myself, I had the high ground.

"'What are you?' he finally more stammered than anything. I could have laughed at him, and humiliated him right then and there. I could have broken him—ended him if I had wanted. This simple question. This expression of utter frustration over my case he simply failed to put in one of the neatly labeled little drawers his limited mind allowed for. And yet there was something else I thought I’d heard: obsession.

“’Why is that so important?’ I asked as calmly as I could to make him understand he was in a safe space while still keeping my guard up high. For all I knew, he’d vent his frustration by belting me or, worse, taking advantage of my vulnerability I too easily laid bare with my initial question. ‘Is it not okay that I get to be who- and whatever I want to be?’

“He was struggling, close to tears, but I knew this could flip so quickly and unpredictably. I still chose caution and was trying to estimate whether I could reach the baseball clubs or hokey sticks faster than him if necessary. Theoretically, I could, but I was also afraid I’d be unable to move out of fear. The last thing I wanted was to suffer his feigned wrath descending on me and him compensating hisdeviant tendencies with a lacrosse stick.

“His next words, however, nearly shook me out of my reverie. ‘Why ...

... are you so beautiful?’”

Jamie paused, let Laura process the words, and picture the intensity of the situation. She was holding her roommate in a snug cuddle. Despite Jamie’s demure demeanor, she realized what kind of emotional stress her lover had to be under, sharing the story in this intimate detail for the first time.

Jamie turned to lie on the side and snuggled against Laura’s breasts, gaze fixed on the laggard wiggling of the record player’s tonearm over the irregularities of the disc before the narration continued, “I observed the first tears running down his cheeks as his composure further deteriorated.

“’Why do I desire you so much?’ He was sobbing when he said those words. Against all reason, I slowly approached him and reached for his cheek. In retrospect, this could have backfired so badly and gotten me hurt, into the hospital even, or worse: he could have taken advantage of the situation and crippled my views of love and sex for life. Still, I made him look at me through swollen eyes when his final words came as a faint whisper. ‘Why am I so obsessed with you?’

“No idea what came over me but I felt pity for him. I caressed his cheek with my thumb and stood on my tippy-toes to kiss his tears away. At that moment, he had all walls stripped from him, his true self exposed to me. I realized that I had that same power over him that he’d had over me just minutes ago.

“The expression in his eyes was filled with a plea for mercy. He was very aware of the ...