Chapter Two:

2nd November 2015

As time went on my adoration and, dare I say, infatuation with Carla increased. I found myself day dreaming about her when I should have been working, looking at her pictures on facebook and Instagram more than I should have been. And though I’m ashamed to admit it, I would masturbate to images of her every day. It was 6 weeks into our relationship and I still hadn’t done more than kiss her lightly on the lips. She would kiss me when I’d done something to please her. Like when I took her car to be serviced, or when I surprised her with a home cooked, three course meal. And don’t get me wrong feeling her lips against mine sent me delirious with desire and joy. But part of me was envious when I would overhear guys talking about girls they were sleeping with. But I would always reassure myself by reminding myself that none of them was with someone as special as Carla.

Carla had become slightly more demanding over the weeks. Over time her “requests” kind of morphed into demands. Especially when deadlines for her essays and projects drew near. She became more stressed and slightly short with me. I didn’t mind though, I felt like I was making her life easier and that was all that mattered to me.

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Last night is a good example, I was in her room ironing some of her clothes while she was at her desk writing an essay.

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“John, get me a glass of water.” She spoke without looking at me.

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“Yes Carla, right away.” I spoke with a cheerful voice, trying to keep a positive, cheerful atmosphere. I walked to the kitchen, filled a glass and placed it on her desk. She drank it quickly, still without looking at me.

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“Another one, this time with ice.” She said coldly. Again I went to the kitchen, filled her glass with water and looked in the freezer for ice. I moved things around trying to find some ice but there was none in the freezer. I came back to her room, placed the glass back on her desk and apologised to her,

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“I’m really sorry Carla, we’re out of ice.” I went back to ironing and at this point she turned to look at me with a look of obvious displeasure on her face.

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“John, I am here working hard and I want a nice cold glass of water with ice in it.” She scowled at me.

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“I’m really sorry Carla, I looked quite hard.” I said sheepishly.

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“Well John, I’d have thought even you might be able to work out the solution to this problem…go to the shop and buy me some ice, then come back and get me a glass of water with ice!” I couldn’t believe she spoke to me like that. I was really shocked and didn’t know what to say.

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“Errrr…ummm…yes Carla, I’ll go get some ice.”

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“Good, and be quick about it, if I don’t have an ice cold drink of water in the next fifteen minutes I will be really pissed with you.” She turned and went back to her essay.

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Fifteen minutes was not long to get to the shops and back. I grabbed a bag and basically ran down the corridor, down the stairs, out of the building and down the street. I was desperately checking my watch to make sure I was going to be on time. Why was she so annoyed with me, I wondered. I had been nothing but sweet and kind to her. I’d cooked her a really nice lasagne the night before. I’d picked her and her friends up from the bar two days ago. I’d given her room a tidy up while she was out with Becky for coffee this morning. What more could I have done? I guess I shouldn’t have waited for her to tell me to get the ice from the shop, I should have used my initiative. That was dumb of me, I hit my head in frustration as I entered the supermarket.

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I made it back to Carla’s room with a few minutes to spare. I placed the glass, full of ice and water, on her desk and waited for her to acknowledge me. I waited a few seconds before realising that she was not going to be distracted from her work. I went back to the ironing board and continued ironing her dresses, skirts and tops. Another twenty minutes went by with Carla deep in concentration and me desperate not to interrupt or annoy her. More and more I find myself desperate to stay on her good side. I couldn’t bare the idea of her breaking up with me, so I prefer to make sure that I provide her with whatever she wants.

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“John, get me my speaker, I want to listen to some music.” Carla ordered again, just like before she did not lift her eyes from her work. I grabbed the speaker from her bag, put it on her desk and started to play some of the pieces she likes to work to. I have kind of prided myself on how observant I am of the things she likes and when she likes them. Ten minutes passed before Carla let out a deep sigh, put down her pen and turned to me.

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“God, this essay is a real drag you know.”

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“I’m really sorry Carla” I felt so bad that it was causing her so much stress but was also delighted that she felt she could open up to me. I was just happy to be talking to her again, more than just the conversations we’d been having for the last few days which tended to be along the lines of, “Do this” “Yes Carla” “Get this” “Yes Carla” “Do it faster” “Sorry Carla”. It can start to get to you when someone you care about so much seems to take your kind gestures for granted.

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“I just want to get it done!” She exclaimed, “At least I’m going out with my friends tonight.”

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“Ummmmm…I thought we were going to have dinner tonight Carla.” I paused my ironing, I had been looking forward to having a bit of alone time with Carla, maybe seeing if I could seduce her a bit and I could maybe get to second base.

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“Oh yeah…I forgot about that.” She said, idly flicking through her phone, “Well I guess you’ll be eating dinner by yourself.” She smirked at me a little and I felt a little pang of sadness at not only being ditched for our date this evening, but also by how she seemed to find it entertaining that she was ditching me.

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“I could maybe come along with you guys.” I asked tentatively.

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“Oh no, it’s not your thing at all.” Carla responded, “its quite a cool crowd you know…not the sort of people who think an exciting night is staying in and watching a film.” Again I felt my face going red, my eyes fall to the floor and I felt like such a reject as she laughed at me.

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“Oh, okay, yeah I guess…” I mumbled sadly.

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There was silence for a moment as I finished the ironing and Carla sent a couple of text messages on her phone. I piled the last of her clothes into her cupboard and then turned back to her.

“I should probably start getting ready soon, I want to look hot tonight.” She smiled at me, “but there is one new thing I’d really like us to do together before I do.”

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“Yes Carla.” I said, still miserable because of the things she’d said to me.

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“Tell me John, have you ever given a foot massage before?” She asked, with an impish grin across her face.

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“No I haven’t.” I responded.

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“Well I just think it would be a great way to relieve some of my stress. Would you be up for giving it a go?” She asked.

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“Yes of course.”

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“Awesome.” She looked so happy and that cheered me up a bit, I love it when I can offer things that make her happy, “Fetch some cream from the bathroom and then get under my desk.”

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I did as she asked and then from my position under the desk I gently took off her socks. She didn’t pay me much attention, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but I guessed that she had gone back to texting her friends.

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Once both socks were off, I warmed up the cream in my hand and then started rubbing her feet. Within a few moments she gave out a little feminine moan and my cock stirred. The sounds she started to make sounded almost sexual and I’d never heard her moan like that before.

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“That’s good John, I’m surprised you haven’t done this before.”

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“Thank you Carla.” I felt kind of pathetic for thanking her just for complimenting me on the foot rub I was giving, but it made me happy to get that kind of compliment from her. She smiled down at me and then went back to her phone.

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“Oh this is nice, this is just what I needed. I think I’ll have you do this quite a bit you know?” Her other foot nudged my leg teasingly and I could feel my cock harden further.

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“Yes Carla, I’d be happy to.”

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“I’m sure you would.” She replied, “You always seem happy to do what I want.”

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“I just like seeing you enjoying yourself and having a good time.” I replied, hoping beyond hope that my kind words might stimulate some kind of intimacy between us.

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“Well that works just fine for me John…I know I can be demanding and a bit of a bitch sometimes. But I appreciate the fact that you take it in your stride and just do what I want.”

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“You’re not a bitch Carla, you’re perfect!”

Carla pulled her foot from my hand and pushed her chair back so she could look down at me under her desk,

“You really like me don’t you?” She asked

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“I adore you Carla.” I spoke with such intensity and honesty that I really hoped I might get her to say something heartfelt back to me, I waited with baited breath for her response, terrified that I might have messed up.

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“Well if you don’t think I’m a bitch, who am I to argue?” She asked with an amused smirk, “If you continue being such an obedient suck-up for me, I might just end up keeping you around.” She laughed but I very much got the feeling she was laughing at me, not with me. “Right, another ten minutes of rubbing my feet then I should start getting ready and more pressure on the heels this time.”

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“Yes Carla”

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A couple of minutes passed and then Carla’s phone started ringing.

“Hello” Carla spoke, “Hey Anna…No I’m not getting ready just yet…just having John give me a quick foot massage then promise I’ll start getting ready…Yeah I know he is…he seemed pretty eager…he’s such a sweetie…I guess that would be another way to describe him.” Carla giggled along with her friend. I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment and emasculation that I was on the floor, under my girlfriend’s desk giving her a foot massage while she was on the phone to her friend. This is not normal, I thought to myself, this is not how boyfriends should be treated. But like a wimp I ignored those thoughts and returned my focus to Carla’s right big toe, rubbing it gently, rubbing it lovingly, while she seemed to be laughing at me on the phone.

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“Do you think Ryan will be there?” Carla asked and my eyes pricked up and my stomach tightened… “Oh I hope he is, I saw him on Monday and we had a really good time together…I’ll tell you about it tonight…Ohhh, you’re so naughty…Oh Anna I would just love to see him again…hang on a sec Anna.”

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Carla looked down at me and with a completely different tone of voice, much colder, much harsher said,

“I’m sorry John, is my conversation distracting you, because you do not seem to be focussed on my foot massage!”

I had no idea what to say, she was talking about another guy on the phone to her friend and I was expected to just continue rubbing her feet, how pathetic did she think I was. And then the words just came out of my mouth,

“I’m sorry Carla” I didn’t even remember deciding to use those words, it was like I had no choice in the matter. God how pathetic I was, what must she think of me.

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“More pressure on the heel, like I said before.” She huffed before going back to her phone call.

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“Sorry about that babe…Yeah I know…I’ve got to be stern with him sometimes.” She laughed again, “Anyway, why don’t you come round here and we can get ready together? I’d love a bit of girly gossip before we go out…great, see you soon babe.” She hung up the phone and for the longest time I debated whether to ask her who Ryan was, but I just couldn’t build up the courage. So I just kept rubbing her feet.

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“Do you think I should maybe get up before Anna gets here?” I asked

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“Why?” Carla responded

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“Ummmm…I just thought…maybe this is kind of private…sort of between us.”

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“I already told her you were giving me a foot massage, are you embarrassed to be doing something nice for me?” She asked with irritation in her voice.

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“No Carla I’m really not.” I said sincerely.

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“Good, I will not put up with a silly masculine ego from you. I don’t mind Anna seeing you rubbing my feet.”

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“Yes Carla, sorry Carla.” I responded sadly, it seemed like nobody was going to respect me much anymore.

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My nervousness built until finally there was a knock on the door.

“It’s open” Carla called out and Anna strolled into the room. She took a couple of steps before she spotted me and burst out laughing.

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“Oh I’m sorry John, you just look adorable under Carla’s desk, giving her a foot massage. I do hope her feet aren’t making you too excited?” She looked at me but I just couldn’t keep eye contact for more than a few seconds, I was so ashamed.

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“Anna asked you a question John.” Carla prompted me with a nudge of my cheek with her other foot.

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“Oh ummm…sorry…no I’m not excited…I just…Carla wanted me…to sort of…give her a…”

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“Well you’ve got a way with words haven’t you.” Anna chuckled and then to my relief turned her attention to her friend. “Carla, we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.”

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“Yes yes I know, but John is actually really good at rubbing feet, I didn’t want him to stop.” Carla responded and I beamed with pride. At least I was good at something, I thought. “Okay John” Carla said turning her attention to me, “why don’t you go back to your room and me and Anna will get ready.

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“Yes Carla” I said and tried to crawl out from under the desk in the most dignified way possible, not an easy task I can assure you. I tried to get Carla’s attention to say goodbye but they’d moved into Carla’s bedroom and closed the door. Surely she wanted to say goodbye to me at least. I hung around outside not knowing what to do. I mean she had said I should go back to my room but I didn’t want that to be the last thing we said to each other tonight. Wouldn’t it be rude if I just left without saying anything. I decided to call out,

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“I’m going now Carla, have a nice time tonight.”

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“Yeah whatever, see you John.” She called back and I could hear giggling inside the room. I made to leave her place, opening the door before hearing Carla call out,

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“Wait!” I stood still in the doorway as she came towards me, “If I need you to pick us up tonight I’ll call you, just make sure you have your phone on loud when you go to bed.”

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“Yes Carla” I said quietly and sadly as I closed the door behind me.

A couple of jock-type guys sniggered to themselves as they passed by the door, clearly they had heard our interaction and understandably did not think it reflected well on me.

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