Page 23 of Little Boy Toy

“Exactly.” His voice had grown softer and a little higher. He still wouldn’t look directly at me.

“That’s brilliant. You’re very mature for a six-year-old.” I laughed.

Kendry peered between his fingers at me, probably to see if I was teasing or serious. When I winked at him, he joined in my laughter.

To let him fully know I wasn’t laughing at him, I said, “Two people who care give each other what they need as long as it is consenting and doesn’t cause hurt. That’s what I believe.”

“That’s a good way of putting it,” Kendry said.

“So you believe it, too?”

“I do.” He stared at his lap.

“Maybe we get so caught up in roles, we think we need to be only with one type of person when there are so many variations.”

Slowly, he raised his head and faced me. “Maybe.”

I didn’t want to push him too hard right now. This was only our second evening together outside the club. Plus, our conversation had my mind swirling and almost giddy. I had been guilty of looking for more long-term relationships from people who were not looking for that. I had thought kink would bond us.

It boggled my mind how easily we humans put ourselves in narrow boxes and didn’t bother to glance outside those containers. We could often miss a whole other world out there if we didn’t open our eyes and wake up.

“Kendry,” I said. “I’d love to see you more. Make this—” I motioned between us with a wave of my hand, “a thing. Between us. That is, if you would like it, too.”

“I would.”

When he finally looked at me again, his face glowed. His cheeks were plump from his huge smile. His eyes gleamed, the lashes flickering.

9

Kendry

After my talk with Zale about kink roles and compatibility beyond those roles, I had a lot zooming through my mind. He didn’t ask me to spend the night and I didn’t ask, either. It was early for us. We were on a different road than the fast life and atmosphere of club mentality.

I’d never fallen for someone before like I felt when I was with Zale. I had always known and believed you could be attracted to someone and have agreeable times with them, but not sure what I believed in beyond that. Like the part where people talked about the feeling of falling in love. Infatuation, yes. And the whole daddy thing was a turn on. But falling in love? It was storybook stuff. I’d had crushes, but that’s all they were. Crushes. They went away fast.

I hoped this wasn’t just a crush I was feeling with Zale that faded over time. I didn’t want anything with Zale to fade. I thought about him all the time. I wanted to be with him all the time. I would be sad if the feelings ended.

Right now, I was rushing around getting ready for another date with him. He said it was an outing and it was secret. He’d asked me if I trusted him, and then he planned it after I said yes.

I felt shaky all over, and giddy, and my little could not be contained. Zale had said to wear light clothes and a swimsuit underneath. Were we going swimming? There was a big community pool at the park, but it was always so crowded. I wasn’t sure he would want to take me there.

I jumped around my house and finally ran to face my closet. I had cute pink swim trunks I hoped Zale would appreciate. Over them, I wore my favorite pair of white shorts which showed off my legs. My purple tank top had lace at the edges and was totally femme cute. With my purple plastic Crocs, I was ready.

It was a hot May day and I knew I’d be comfortable, but just in case there might be a breeze where we were going, I grabbed my flowered sweater. With my purse over my shoulder with all the pertinent things I might need inside, I was ready.

Zale texted me when he arrived. I ran to my door and shot outside. I couldn’t wait to see him. It had been two days since spaghetti night.

He parked at the curb and got out when I ran up to the car, coming around like a real man on a date and opening the passenger door for me.

“Hi Zale!”

“Hi.” He leaned down and gave me a brief hug.

We hadn’t done much but hold hands so far, and one hug. This was nice but too short. I wanted to say something but kept my mouth shut.

“You look wonderful,” Zale said.

“Thanks. So do you.”

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