The Stipulation (Volume Two)

by M. L. Young

  “What shall we do tonight?” Roman asked as we pulled into his garage.

  “Anything you want,” I said with a smile as we got out of the car and ventured inside the solace of his expansive house.

  “How about a night in? I could start a fire, we can make dinner together, and we can just enjoy each other’s company until the sun comes up tomorrow morning,” he said, the butterflies started roaming about through my stomach as I comprehended the words.

  “That sounds lovely,” I said, my smile stretched from ear to ear.

  I had to admit, I had the whole sugar baby thing wrong from the start. When I first heard Tara’s proposition, I was unsure and thought deep down this would be some emotionless thing composed of me spreading my legs and having my tuition paid down. I thought we would have some fun, a nice little friendship, and everything would just be business in a sense. We wouldn’t date or fall for each other, and if things went sour we would just go our separate ways and on to the next one. I was soon finding out this wasn’t the case, and I was starting to develop legitimate feelings for Roman. He was showing me the compassion and love I hadn’t felt before, and I was thirsty for so much more. This winter trip to Aspen could cement things for us, and I could possibly even progress further than being just a sugar baby. I could make him my boyfriend, my true boyfriend, and we could actually begin to start some kind of life together. I knew it was a little bit crazy, and it likely wouldn’t happen, but I still had an ounce of hope deep down within me.

  ***

  “You’re really good at this. Where did you learn how to cook?” Roman asked as I was sautéing the vegetables that were going to accompany our pasta dinner.

  “I used to always help my grandma out in the kitchen, so I guess I just picked the skills up there. I haven’t been able to cook in a long time though, so this is really nice,” I said with a smile as I stirred the zucchini in the pan.

  Roman had a batch of homemade sauce delivered to his house while we were out to brunch and shopping, and the aroma seeped out of the jar, making me salivate like a hungry lioness. He didn’t bother with jars of old sauce you buy at the stores, and he couldn’t be bothered to make his own, so like a true millionaire he lived luxuriously and had it made and delivered to him…most likely for a hefty price.

  “Time to get this sauce on this pasta,” he said as he tried to open the plastic jar, which was taped and sealed tighter than the vault at Fort Knox.

  Roman struggled with the jar, his hands slipping off and turning red as he was close to screaming out obscenities. After all, he was a big and muscular guy, a successful entrepreneur, and there was no way a small plastic jar was going to beat him. I watched on, stirring the caramelizing onions before the lid popped off and globs of sauce flew onto his shirt and face, causing me to laugh intensely.

  “Oh, you think this is funny?” he asked with a serious, yet playful tone?

  “A little bit,” I said with a snort as my face began to turn red.

  Roman came toward me, a nice amount of sauce on his fingers, as I put my hand out and had a serious look on my face telling him to come no farther.

  “Roman!” I exclaimed, hoping he’d stop messing around.

  “Come here,” he said with a smile as he grabbed my hands and rubbed the sauce on my cheek, spreading it all over my face.

  “Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I felt the cold marinara sauce seep into my skin.

  I grabbed some grated cheese and flung it at him like it was a snowball, hoping I’d be able to beat him. He grabbed a French baguette and spanked me with it, as if he were both being playful and asserting himself as the dominant male. We were laughing and playing around as small bits of smoke flew up from my pan as I neglected my stirring duties. We were almost like kids again, flirting in a way that was both innocent, yet serious. This was a side I was so eager to see, and I’m glad I actually got to witness it.

  ***

  Roman and I ate at a small table near his sliding glass door. He had a black tablecloth draped over it, a single candle lit in the center, and beautiful china that our food sat upon. The lighting was dim, and there were a few rose petals scattered about the floor, just adding even more to the already incredible ambiance.

  “How is your dinner?” he asked as I twirled some of the spaghetti around on my fork.

  “It’s perfect,” I said, commenting on more than just the pasta.

  “I’m glad I decided to go this route,” he replied.

  “Yeah, it’s a good sauce and meal,” I replied back.

  “I didn’t mean that, I meant with us. I’m glad I decided to be a sugar daddy and finally take the dive into it here. I wasn’t sure I would meet a good girl, but you’re something else,” he said with a smile before putting a forkful of food into his mouth.

  “I’m really happy with everything also,” I said as I tried to contain my smile and excitement.

  Roman had a way, one that I still didn’t fully understand, to make me always quiver at the knees whenever he said something remotely sweet or romantic. He barely had to make an effort, with anything that stumbled out of his mouth being the most romantic thing I had ever heard at that time. He was the man of my dreams, and I dreamt it would never end.

  ***

  “Why are you so beautiful?” Roman asked as we lay in bed, our eyes locked on each other.

  “Why are you so handsome?” I asked, reciprocating the question as my finger ran down his chest.

  “I can’t wait to get to Aspen and spend the week together. I think you’ll really like it there,” he said, exciting me even further for our upcoming trip.

  “I know I’ll love it so long as we are there together,” I replied.

  He leaned in, kissing me softly as our lips fused together, as if held together by glue and unable to pull apart. He put his hand against my cheek and brushed my falling hair back, as he cupped my face in his palm. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his strong pec and his heart beating faster.

  Our tongues came out, dancing with each other as the tip of his flicked against the tip of mine, almost teasing it. We pulled away for a second, both of us gasping for air as our lungs had been so dangerously deprived from the constant kissing. I leaned in again, nibbling on his earlobe as my hands ran down his front and down toward his nether region.

  “No,” he said as he gently grabbed my hand and pulled it back.

  “But I want it,” I said, trying to convince him to give me what I so desperately desired.

  “Not tonight. Wait until Aspen and I promise I’ll give it to you as much as you want,” he whispered into my ear.

  This was crazy; this was madness. All I wanted was his tremendous girth inside of me like earlier today. He was such a tease, and he lit me up faster than the big bang. Why was he holding back from something he dangerously wanted as well? If he continued to tease me again like he did earlier, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control myself around him for long.

  “Come here,” he said as he grabbed me and quickly turned me around as I fell into his arms.

  My hair flowed over the pillows, as his strong arms wrapped around me like a tight shirt. His touch was like kryptonite, and I was weak and helpless around him.

  Not another word was said after he thrust me into his arms, instead holding me in lieu of any sensual touching or acts. My raging lust calmed down as he held me, as if he were some kind of shield that was protecting me from these unwholesome of desires.

  I fell asleep in Roman’s arms, the fan blades spinning high above the room as the cool air clashed with Roman’s warm body for my skin’s attention. Aspen couldn’t come quick enough, and I didn’t know how I’d get through the week without seeing him.

  Chapter Seven

  “Natalie, get up.” Roman tried to shake me awake.

  “Hm?” I moaned as my tired eyes opened.

  “I have to take you back within the hour. There is an emergency at my company and I need to get there as quickly as possible to resolve it,�
�� he said before rushing into the bathroom.

  I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to regain focus on everything in the room. I looked over at the clock and saw it was nine in the morning, but it sure didn’t feel that late. I was still exhausted, and all I wanted was to lie back down in this huge and fluffy bed, and not go back to my smelly old dorm.

  I got up and dressed, forgoing any kind of shower until I was back at my dorm. All I planned to do was go back to sleep there anyway, considering it would be empty and I’d be able to get some peace and quiet. I shoved everything back in my bag, the naughty uniform still lying at the bottom now covered up by my dirty shirts and underwear.

  ***

  “I had a great time this weekend with you, Natalie. I’m sorry I have to cut things short, but they really need me there,” Roman said apologetically as we sat in his car outside my building.

  “It’s okay, I understand your business is important. Besides, I was going to come back today anyway so it isn’t that big of a deal,” I replied with a smile, my tiredness unable to let me be any kind of upset.

  “You’re so amazing, you know that? I’ll contact you soon to let you know about the Aspen travel plans, so keep an eye out for that,” he said as he kissed me softly on the lips, leaving me with that before I had to go days without seeing him again.

  “I’ll be waiting,” I said, flirting fully as I exited the car and got my bag out of the trunk.

  “Good-bye!” he said out the window as he leaned down to see me walk away.

  “Bye,” I replied with a smile before turning around and dredging through the freezing December air and back into my building.

  I walked into the dorm, most people gone, and the halls empty aside from a few stray students still either packing or just staying here and going about their day as usual.

  I entered the elevator and inserted my key, only to have the door stop so a stray passenger could get on.

  “Oh hey, Natalie!” Trevor exclaimed as he got on the elevator with me.

  “Oh, hey, Trevor,” I said uneventfully, clearly not wanting to see or get stuck with him.

  “Where did ya come from?” he asked as he pointed down to my bag.

  “Oh, I was just at a friend’s house for the weekend. You know, girls night,” I said with a half-assed smile.

  Even though I was comfortable now with being a sugar baby, I wasn’t necessarily comfortable with letting other people know I was one. I was still in this learning phase, and I didn’t want people to get the idea I was some slut or something. It wasn’t like I slept with Roman to get things; for we were just like any other couple and did way more than just have sex. We were companions, and sex was just a great and mind-shattering part of it all.

  “Oh, wow, that sounds like it was a blast,” Trevor said as the elevator dinged to tell us we were at our floor.

  “Oh, trust me, it was,” I said as the thoughts of Roman’s erection thrusting into me were etched into my mind.

  “Want to hang out?” Trevor asked as he began to follow me down my hallway.

  “No, I really need to get some rest. You know how those girls nights are; you never actually go to sleep,” I said as I stopped, hoping he would get the hint and leave me alone.

  “Oh, I understand all right. My sister used to have them all the time. How about another time?” he asked.

  “Maybe later,” I said before heading back down the hallway.

  I truly had no interest in ever hanging out with Trevor, but I was just too nice for my own good and didn’t want to shatter the poor guy’s heart into a million little pieces. It was better that I just let him down gently and make him believe there was still a chance, when there clearly wasn’t a chance in hell.

  I heard voices talking inside my room as I walked up to insert my key. The voices sounded older, but I couldn’t really make them out at all. I hesitated, but put my key in and quickly turned it, as if to catch whoever was in there by surprise.

  “Oh, hey, Natalie,” Jillian said as she stood there with her parents.

  “Natalie, honey, how are you doing?” Jillian’s mom, Carol, asked as she came and hugged me.

  “Nice to see you, Natalie,” Jillian’s father, Bob, said with a wave.

  I stood there in shock, my bags hung around my body, as I tried to let my fried brain think about what was happening. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and rest, and Jillian should be long gone by now, so I wasn’t quite sure why this was all happening in front of me.

  “Hey guys, what are you doing here?” I asked as I set down my overnight bag and purse, not beating around the bush and instead getting to the tough questions.

  “We were just getting a few of Jillian’s things. She claimed she needed some help so we are here to give it to her,” Carol said with a smile.

  “What are you doing back so soon, Natty? I thought you had a weekend with your friends?” Jillian asked, clearly wanting to know about my weekend with Roman but too scared to say anything in front of her parents.

  Jillian’s parents were very straightlaced just like mine. Hell, they didn’t even know she was dating or banging Steve four nights a week, and if they found out I was a sugar baby they would immediately think Jillian was also. After all, we were roommates and friends, so she would have every option to be one just like Tara and me.

  “My friend got sick so I came home early to give her some time to get better. You know me, always thinking of other people,” I said as I jumped up on my bed.

  “You are such a great friend. You know, Jillian, you are so lucky to have another girlfriend who is so good and wholesome. Natalie and Tara are the two best friends and role models you could ever have,” Carol said with a smile.

  “Yeah, they really are good little girls,” Jillian replied sarcastically.

  “Well we better get going before they stop serving breakfast down at The Hollywood Diner,” Bob said, clearly only having food on his mind.

  “It was nice seeing you, dear. Come by anytime if you get homesick,” Carol said before hugging me and then grabbing some of Jillian’s things.

  “Please save me,” Jillian mouthed before being dragged out of the room.

  I waved happily as they left, the door shutting behind them with a click.

  I was finally alone to just think about everything and try to start planning for this trip. I had no idea what Aspen was like or where it was, even though I’ve heard of it before in some movie. I was guessing there would be snow, considering both the name and the fact that Roman has a cabin, and I wanted to be prepared. Maybe if I was brave I would text him tomorrow and convince him to get me a few new outfits—saying I wanted to be his little snow bunny.

  I opened my bag to get my pajamas out and saw a note inside which immediately caught my attention. I pulled it out, the fringes of paper falling off the sides, and carefully uncurled it to see what was written inside.

  Natalie,

  I just wanted to say how happy I am to have met you and spend all this time with you. You are such a magnificent and spectacular girl, and you make me happy and excited in more ways than one. Aspen will be a lot of fun, and I know we are going to make a lot of great memories. I’m sorry we couldn’t have a little fun last night, but I left something in the side of your bag I think you’ll really like. I’ll see you soon,

  Roman

  He left something in my bag? I scoured through the bag, looking all around as I sifted the clothes in every which way before feeling something in the bag located inside the outer pouch. It hit against my hand and was never there before, so my curiosity sparked and I quickly took my hands out of the bag and opened the zipper on the outside. I was shocked and amazed by what I saw inside; something I had never quite seen before.

  I reached my hand in and pulled it out, only to get that warm feeling inside that I always got when Roman touched me. It was a model of his erection. He somehow had gotten it molded, and it was exactly to scale, just the way I remembered it. I held it in my hand, the hard and smooth p
lastic wrapped all around it just like any toy you could get in a special store. Was this the reason he wouldn’t get close to me last night when I wanted him so badly? Did he know he had this toy for me, knowing he would get off more thinking of me all bottled up with lust and desire, only to use his replica erection on myself instead of the real one?

  I admit it turned me on a little, knowing I could hold his immense length and girth in my hand at any moment I wanted. I didn’t have to wait to see him for him to pleasure me, for I had his pleasure stick right here in my hand to use at any single time I pleased.

  I wrapped both of my hands around it, one on top of the other, and still couldn’t cover the whole thing, just like in person. I smiled, knowing I could pleasure myself right here and now with people like Trevor down the hall, and Jillian and her parents able to walk in at any moment. I had always had a fantasy of either getting caught or closely getting caught while having sex. It was a bit of a fetish I guess, knowing that anyone could walk in and see someone like Roman deflowering me from behind. If I did use this on myself and someone walked in, it would kind of be like Roman deflowering me from any angle I pleased.

  I set the toy down on my nightstand and lay back, the thoughts of it all tempting me far too much. I was still insanely tired, and I needed to get some rest before I tried something so daring and risqué. Besides, I didn’t want to fall asleep with that monstrous thing inside of me. That would be a weird ER visit if there ever was one.

  I closed my eyes and wrapped the covers over me like a cocoon, my thoughts and dreams going straight to my upcoming trip with Roman. All I could see was a white blanket of snow and a huge log cabin filled with a burning fire and flannel blankets. The thoughts obscured my mind and filled me with the kind of joy a child had on Christmas morning. I smiled as my mind drifted off and I was transported there. Roman was like my present, and I couldn’t wait until Aspen so I could unwrap him multiple times a day.