My Perfect Other Half Ch. 09

Chapter 9: Changes

Nya pulled into the parking lot of her old high school. She hadn't been back here but twice in the last ten years and that was only because she wanted to see friends at the homecoming football game the two years following graduation. She had too many negative feelings associated with North. It was too close to home and too close to where her mom lived. It was a place she wanted nothing more to do with.

The parking lot was only half full but all of the good spots closest to school had already been taken. Parking in the rear, she stepped out into the never-relenting Southern California heat. She came here primarily to see one person, and it wasn't to see her old teacher-friend, Brianna. Ms. Hunt had been the only person from North she ever kept in contact, and even she was an every-now-and-again friendship.

While walking down a long row of parked vehicles, she wondered how beautiful Tyler's girlfriend was, and whether or not she would be here. Bree's email indicated she might.

Nya wasn't stupid. She knew why this lady had an interest in her. She could tolerate anyone, even Tyler's woman. But it wasn't even her, who convinced her to make the long drive back home.

She was halfway to the school when she noticed movement coming from off to her left. Stopping, she looked with disbelief. As she neared the car, her smile grew even wider.

Nya rapped on the passenger side window "Well, what a surprise!" She was overjoyed at seeing him!

The car windows were closed for all but maybe a half-inch; just enough to allow for minimal ventilation.

The look on Tyler's face was priceless. Never in a million years, did he expect to see her. She had grown. Her figure had filled out. She looked delicious. He didn't know what to say. He grinned awkwardly. "Hi," he stammered.

"Are you going to come out or sit in that hot car and die?"

"Hi Nya," he repeated. "How are you? What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question. Are you going to get out or not?"

Looking flustered, and more than a wee bit embarrassed, he shrugged. "I can't. I'm locked in."

"What are you talking about? Open the damn door and give me a hug."

"I told you, I can't. I'm locked in here."

"Who locked you in? Did your girlfriend do this to you? Bree told me you had a hot one."

He shook his head and shrugged helplessly. "What can I say?"

"Damn, Tyler, That's harsh! Why would you want a woman like that? Why do you put up with her?"

"It's a long story, Nya. I don't feel like going into it right now. So, how are you doing? What have you been up to?" He asked, hoping to change the subject.

She gave him a disgusted look and folded her arms and frustration."Just working. What about you?"

He didn't want to go there. Not now. Not with her. "Doing the same." It wasn't a lie, although it wasn't the truth either. He hoped it would pacify her curiosity.

"This is so stupid! I want to throw a rock through that damn window!"

Tyler said nothing, staring back at her without emotion.

"Where are you living?" She asked. "You got to be living around here somewhere if you drove here."

"I live about 20 minutes away."

"Really? I wonder if you live near me? Where?"

Lincoln Knolls."

"Holy shit, we live like 3 miles apart."

"Really? You live on the east side?"

Thinking quickly she answered "Yeah, just off of Highway 43. I can't believe you live so close to me!"

"Me neither." Tyler couldn't believe one of his high school lovers lived so close.

Nya smiled and blew him a kiss. "Where in Lincoln? What's your address?"

The words were out before he could think. "Sixty three Cheshire, but it's not my place. The house belongs to my girlfriend."

"I take it you must like her. How long have you two been together?"

"Maybe half a year. Maybe a little more."

"Is she pretty?"

Tyler smiled fully for the first time. "She's not bad." His grin grew.

Nya twirled around. "Prettier than me? I remember you telling me how pretty I was. I never forgot you telling me how beautiful I was."

Tyler laughed from inside the hot car. "I think you two would end in a tie. You're both pretty."

It had been more than a decade since he had seen this kid. She was no longer a blossoming teenybopper. She had matured into a woman, a fashionable woman! He could tell by the way she dressed, the style of her makeup, and from the way she carried herself, she had done well. Tyler was happy for her. He was glad to see she had made it out of the projects and out of North San Jose. For that, he was pleased. He hated thinking about so many kids he helped, would grow up to be like their parents - struggling to make ends meet - with many ending up as single parents.

"Are you sure you can't get out?" She yanked on the door handles. "I wish you could come inside with me. We could see my old teachers, and I bet Ms. Hunt is there too!"

Tyler shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm stuck in istanbulescortbayanlar.com here. I really wish I could."

Nya shook her head. "I sure hope she's worth it. Nobody should treat people like that. You deserve better, Tyler. You deserve a lot better." She looked at him hard but then smiled sadly.

"It was good to see you." Nya pushed her fingers through the small opening.

Reaching up, he licked them.

"OMG! You have no idea how bad I've missed that sweet tongue! You're going to get me all worked up!"

They both broke into roaring giggles.

"I probably shouldn't have done that but it was good seeing you. You look great, Nya. You look really good. I'm happy for you."

"No, you shouldn't but it was good seeing you. We should make a point of getting together. Maybe we could meet for coffee and catch up."

She beamed and blew him another kiss. "I'll see if I can convince your girlfriend to let you out. If so, I want my hug!"

Tyler smiled and Gave her the thumbs up as she walked away. With a longing stare, he watched the slender figure and tight ass of his old high school sweetheart until she disappeared.

He had an ache in his heart that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. She had always been that special one. The memory of her standing in the doorway, all nervous and feeling overwhelmed at what she was about to do came to his thoughts. He remembered seeing her. Chocolate skin contrasting with a simple white top. Full breasts, looking so inviting and plump and just partially hidden. Nya had one hell of a body and was so fun to be with. It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed Min. He had. Nya, however, was the one whose dominant tendencies he nurtured most. She was the one who he had helped conquer her feminine insecurities. She was the one he looked most forward to seeing each week, and it was she who was hardest to let go when the time came.

He couldn't believe he felt such intense feelings after all this time. It had to be because they had shared so intimately. They had expressed the deepest of emotions during those romantic interludes at Brianna's place. Although their meetings were meant to promote Nya's sexual dominance and to develop the skills preached during the weekly meetings with her mentor, Tyler couldn't deny they had affected him as well. Nya had a way about her that captivated his heart. She, more than any other, had opened his mind to dating African-American women. Although he had never told Destiny, it was Nya who had expanded his mind to appreciate the beauty in women of other races and color.

Nya walked another 50 yards toward the high school. Once she was certain he could no longer see her, she looped back, making her way to her car. Once inside, she googled the address she hadn't stopped repeating: 63 'Cheshire'.

"So that's where you live. Out where the rich-folk are." She opened the street-view option of the app and exclaimed, "God, Tyler! Your girlfriends got money!"

A half-hour later she viewed his place for the first time. Parked on the opposite side of the road, and knowing Tyler and his girl were still at school, she felt no need to hurry. Snapping a few photos of the two-story brick house with an attached garage and immaculate lawn, it looked as if it could be featured in one of those exclusive home magazines. She looked up and down the street. Every house gave her that same feeling. These people had money.

It had been a wasted day. Driving home in the quiet of her car, Nya kept the radio off. Feeling too depressed to hear the same series of songs playing, she thought about her man.

"Shit!' She exploded after having thought about her serendipitous meeting. "He was right there!" Reaching out toward the windshield, she mimicked pushing her fingers through the open crack in the passenger window toward her old flame. She had gotten that close to him!

"What was I thinking? Even if I found him inside the school, he would have been with his woman, whoever the hell she is," she muttered. "What was I going to do, see if I could lure him away so we could rehash old times? Ask him if he wanted to eat my pussy or let me slide my pussy down over his cock?"

Her expectations had been unrealistic but had so many good thoughts when thinking about that man. He was kind and gentle and giving and smart and so much more. "And you're goddamn gorgeous!" Nya banged the heel of her hand on the wheel. Picturing him laying naked with his thick white pole standing at attention brought out a smile. "God that thing was so much fun to play with!" She was a mess of frustration and ecstasy thinking about how nice he was and how bad her day had gone.

Destiny made her way into the cafeteria. More than a hundred people stood in small groupings or sitting at tables. At the far end of the room, she spotted a table where light refreshments were being served. She scanned the crowd, eventually spotting her target.

"There's not a lot of kids here. It looks like these people are all teachers."

"No there isn't," Bree responded. "Sometimes they show up a little late. Sometimes not many come. It all depends, and besides, you know how kids can be sometimes. They always want to sleep and make their entrance at the last possible moment."

"Any sign of the two girls? I'd like to meet them."

"I bet you would, girl," thought Bree. She shook her head. "No, I haven't seen them. I haven't seen them in forever. I didn't expect them to come but since you came here asking about them I thought this event might bring at least one back to North to see people they haven't seen in forever."

Another woman pulled Brianna's attention away from Destiny. Rather than listening in to a conversation she cared little, Destiny found the seat closer to the door where she could watch the comings and goings of everyone. She had no idea what either girl looked like other than Nya was black and Min Asian.

Destiny waited for the better part of an hour. Bree paid her little attention which didn't her. The drive and subsequent wait proved to be uneventful. Had the girls come, she wasn't even certain what she would talk to them about. All that happened had taken place more than 10 years ago and nothing romantic had come of it. Yes, the events surrounding the sex were unusual but it had been consensual and Tyler never engaged with a minor. This had more to do with Tyler not telling her and believing Bree had not been straight with her. Something about what went on here still seemed clouded.

"I think I'm going to head home. It doesn't look like the girls are going to show."

"I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing."

Destiny handed Bree a fold it slip of paper. "If you happen to see them or find out where they live, give me a call. I'd like to meet them. Maybe we could get together for lunch."

"Sure thing. I'll do that." She held up the slip paper. "Thanks for the information."

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"Slave!" Destiny called. She was still in bed. Hearing the rapid padding of feet hurrying up the stairs made her smile.

"Yes, Goddess," he asked when entering.

"I want you to call your mom. See if we can come for a visit this weekend. If so, book us two first-class tickets for Friday. I want to arrive between four and six and leave late afternoon on Sunday."

"Yes, Goddess." He dipped his head and handed Destiny her morning coffee.

"Not today, Slave." I've got an early appointment with a friend. "You drink it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Go prepare the shower."

Tyler nodded and left to do her bidding. She didn't need to tell him what to do. He had performed this task so many times it had become ingrained into his morning routine. Bathing, shaving, drying, assisting with dressing, and sometimes doing last-minute ironing, were now duties he was now proficient. Forty-five minutes later, he had Destiny looking gorgeous and out the door.

"Hi, Mom."

"Tyler! What a pleasant surprise. How are you?"

"I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm suddenly missing my special someone. Have you been missing me?"

"I always miss you, Mom. Hey, I don't want to keep you. I know work keeps you busy. Are you and Dad free this weekend if Destiny and I fly out?"

"Of course we are. Even if your dad has plans, he can adjust. When will you be arriving?"

"Not sure yet. Around five if I can get the flight I want. We'll be leaving Sunday afternoon."

"Are you sure I can't tempt you to stay another day? You know how much I love your company."

"No, Destiny wants me to fly home Sunday afternoon."

"You two doing well?"

"As good as ever. I love this woman."

Tyler sensed his mom smiling through the phone. "Do you have a date yet?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"You two do talk, don't you?"

"All the time. Destiny just hasn't told me when she wants to marry."

"I'm not one to butt into others business but if you ask me, I think she bosses you around too much."

"Mom. It's who she is. Can we leave it at that?"

"I only want to see you happy. That's all."

"Mom, I love Destiny. I wouldn't want her any other way. The bossier the better." Tyler chucked but was, in fact, deadly serious.

"Don't come telling me a year after you marry that I didn't warn you, Tyler."

"Mom, I'm going to book our flight and text you the specifics."

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"Well hello, hello," Maria called from her seat.

Destiny smiled and walked briskly to their table. Even in jeans and a light sweater, she remained a head-turner.

Maria stood on tippy-toes to kiss her adorable friend. "I can see life as a mistress has been treating you well. You look great." She held Destiny's arms with both hands and smiled pleasingly.

"Thank you, Maria. Your smile always brightens even my saddest days."

"I only have an hour," she stated directly, "so I took the liberty of ordering for you. I hope you don't mind me being presumptive."

"Maria, if you weren't presumptive, I think I would begin to worry."

Maria sipped her water and leaned forward. "So tell me. What is new? We haven't talked in forever!"

Destiny suppressed another grin. Maria was forever exaggerating. Whether it was the never ending comments about her being the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, or references to her extraordinary intelligence, or interjections regarding trivial topics like their time between visits, she was masterful at turning an exaggeration into an embellishing compliment.

"It has been a while. Not so long, but too long," Destiny admitted.

"So, tell me the dirt. Is he being a good boy or giving you trouble? It's been a good while since he submitted. I would think he'd be about ready to test his limitations."

"All is good at the William's home. He's been doing quite well. Doing what I tell him. Taking care of the home while I'm at work, and keeping busy at the hotel whenever I bring him with me on business."

"Maria frowned. "I was hoping for a little something. Nothing?"

"Oh, Maria! Does life always need to have drama?"

"No, not in my home but it's so nice to hear others tell me about theirs." She chuckled.

"Here's something you'll like," Destiny offered. "I did take him to a tattoo parlor a few days ago."

"My God, girl, why would you do such a thing?"

"Remember me telling you about him pulling his dick out of his cage to enjoy himself?" She held up a picture of his pierced cock for her to see. "That never sat well with me so I had the problem permanently corrected."

"Oh, Destiny, you have indeed turned a corner! What a brilliant solution to such a filthy habit. I love it! So how is he doing with it?"

"He's healing fine."

"No, no, no. I mean mentally. How is his head doing?"

"Now, that is interesting. He told me he feels more like a slave than ever. The permanently marking of his body with the piercing had an unsettling effect on him."

"I bet it did. What you did is a bit more permanent than wearing a cage. The cage can be unnerving but it can be removed. I remember Richard telling me he'd look at that lock and realize I alone controlled his ability to use his sex organ. But being pierced? You took the meaning of the word possession to another level. I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you."

Destiny sipped her drink calmly. She really had begun to change. She had given him the ultimatum: turn over your business or forget about dating me. She demanded Tyler submit if he ever wanted to become her boyfriend. She demanded he treat her as his superior, she caged his cock, and established a pattern of one-way sexual satisfaction. She had repeatedly teased him, and, over time, instilled 'her' values into his mind. Destiny had changed significantly as a woman during these last months.

She set her drink down on the napkin. "I never thought about the mental implications of piercing him. I only wanted to make sure there would be no more infidelity."

"The mental aspect is what's most important. What you did was courageous, even admirable, but what effect that piercing has on his psyche might be even more profound. I think it's wonderful that he is reexamining who he is."

"Me too."

"No, I don't think you do. You have taken ownership of Tyler for how long, a half year? He's been a good boy but I don't think he's been broken. Not yet, anyway. But what you just did might help that process along. He'll need time, of course, but seeing that ring whenever he looks at his cock - well, that is a powerful reminder."

"What can I say? I guess I made the right choice and didn't even realize all I was doing." She grinned.

"Indeed. But tell me, how are you doing with your side of your relationship? Have you been able to forgive him?"

"I still think about it once in a great while. It still hurts, but not nearly like it used to. I was thinking the other day that in my heart, I have forgiven him. Tyler is a good man. I love him. I'm certain of that. I love him even more since he became my slave."

"Do you think it's because he accepted his lot in life or because you know you're the one in charge. There is a difference," Maria noted.

"It's a good question. I think it's because of how I see him, than how I see myself. I feel secure knowing he is there on his knees, so to speak. I see him as being there to serve and please. There is something different in how he acts. He's different than he was before the Rachel fiasco. I feel more loved. I know his thoughts are always on me. I know he has no choice but to love and serve me. He knows I'll walk away and leave him with nothing to his name if he doesn't."

Maria nodded. "It's probably a little of all but you are correct in our observations. Regardless, of the reasons, it's a beautiful thing to see a man humbling himself to the woman who owns him. I'm thankful I was able to introduce you to such a lifestyle, my beautiful friend."

"Thank you, Maria. So am I. I do have something I would like to get your opinion on. It's about Tyler's mom."

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"Oh Tyler," she cooed. "Mmmm, I love the way you make me feel," she sighed softly.