My Boyfriend is Such a Liar
My boyfriend and I have been going together like forever, but sometimes, my boyfriend can be such a liar.
A while back, he told me that he’d been a male dancer and that he’d danced under the stagename of Hot Rod and it’s like he expected me to believe it. I mean hey, he can be a bit wild sometimes, but his name is Todd, not Rod, and my boyfriend as a male dancer, I mean puh-lease.
Another time, he tells me he went skydiving and I know that can’t possibly be true because my Todd is too sensible to jump out of a perfectly good airplane with a perfectly good engine. Heck, I wouldn’t even jump out of an airplane whose engine wasn’t running at peak performance and if I wouldn’t do it, I’m sure Todd wouldn’t do it either.
And now here’s my Todd and he’s telling me that he knows how to hypnotize people and I mean, I know sometimes Todd can put people to sleep but it’s not because he’s hypnotized them. It’s because sometimes my Todd just doesn’t know when to shut the hell up.
But it’s not like my Todd really knows how to hypnotize people. It’s just that he can be sort of boring sometimes.
“Come on, Todd,” I told him. “You can’t really do that.”
“I can to.”
“But don’t you like have to study or something?”
“I read a book on it.”
“A book? You? Ha. Now I know you’re joking.”
“I am not joking.”
“Okay, then how many people have you hypnotized?”
“I’m not saying.”
“You haven’t hypnotized anyone, have you?”
“I have too.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“Hypnotize me.”
“I’m not going to hypnotize you.”
“It’s because you can’t do it, isn’t it?”
“I can too do it. It’s just that you have to be in the right mood for it.”
“I’m in the right mood.”
“No you’re not.”
“I told you. You can’t do it.”
Todd didn’t say anything which I thought was an indication of just how right I was. It just goes to show you how wrong I can be.
And silly me, I wasn’t about to let it drop. The next day, Todd picked me up from work and I grinned at him. “So you going to hypnotize me today?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I’m just not,” he said.
“’Cause you can’t do it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, you didn’t. I did. You can’t do it. I’m too tough for you.”
The next day, Todd and me were at the mall, waiting in a customer service line when I nudged up against him. “So,” I asked softly. “You going to do it?”
“Do what?”
I’d dropped my voice even lower as I slipped a hand behind his back and pressed myself even closer. “You know what,” I said.
Todd just shook his head. “’Fraid not,” he said. “What’d you have in mind?”
“You going to hypnotize me?” I asked.
“What? Here? You got to be crazy.”
“No, we can wait until we get home,” I told him and even as I did, I couldn’t help but think maybe he was going to do it.
“Cayley!”
“What?”
“You’ve got a one-track mind. You know that, don’t you?”
“Maybe, but you said you could do it, so are you gonna?”
“Am I going to what?”
“Are you going to hypnotize me?”
“No.”
“I told you,” I told him.
“You told me what?”
“I told you you couldn’t do it.”
“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t going to do it.”
“Because you can’t,” I said defiantly.
“Because I won’t.”
“Yeah right.” I wasn’t even sure why I wanted to get him to do it but now that Todd had said he could, I couldn’t help tweaking him about it every now and then.
And then we went to the movies and the show we wanted to see, (okay, the show I wanted to see,) that show was sold out. “Can’t you just hypnotize the ticket guy and make him give us some tickets?”
“No.”
“Because you can’t do it.”
“No, because there aren’t anymore tickets.”
“You can’t do it.”
“Cayley.”
“I told you. You can’t do it.”
Todd and me, we work at the same place. It’s so cool because we can carpool, but sometimes, even the carpool lanes don’t help. One day, we were stuck in traffic. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, nobody was going anywhere fast.
“It’s too bad you can’t hypnotize me,” I said.
I saw Todd tense up and I knew I’d do better to leave well enough alone. “Why?” he asked and I could hear the tension in his voice.
“Because if you could hypnotize me, you could just zonk me out and then wake me up when we got home.”
It was the first time I’d seen him smile since I started needling him about the hypnosis stuff. “But then I wouldn’t have anyone to talk to.”
“Yeah, but at least the two of us wouldn’t have to suffer through this traffic.”
“Yeah,” he agreed glumly, and we poked on along through the traffic and when we finally got home, I said good-bye to Todd and he went on home to his place.
The next morning, I woke up on the floor and um, and I was naked. I usually didn’t do that. Okay, I never did that. Usually, I slept in a t-shirt and a pair of panties and I absolutely never, ever fell out of bed so what the hell was I doing being naked on the floor?
Did I think Todd had anything to do with this? Hell no. I merely thought I’d somehow rolled out of bed. It was clumsy of me, of course, but it had nothing to do with Todd.
I was just about ready for work when Todd called. “Hey, Babe,” he said. “I’m about five minutes out. You about ready?”
“Sure am.”
“Cool.” It was weird because I thought he’d said something else but then I realized I’d hung up the phone.
Crap. I had to get ready, I told myself. Todd was going to be here in five minutes and I had to change my bra.
I knew just the one I had to get. It was a red, lacy number. It was one of Todd’s favorites. I stripped off my blouse and I frowned as I looked down at myself. I was already wearing a bra.
Yeah, but it wasn’t my red, lacy bra. There was nothing wrong with the one I was wearing but it wasn’t the one I wanted to wear.
I stripped off the old bra and I put on the new one and I looked at myself in the mirror. That was definitely the right one for me. I’d just put my blouse on but I was still admiring my bra when I heard the knock at my door.
Dang. Todd was here and I’d told him I was going to be ready. I raced through the apartment and I opened the door.
Todd was there. “Hey, Babe,” he said and then his eyes dropped down. “I thought you said you were ready.”
And that’s when I realized it. In my hurry to get to the door, I’d left my blouse unbuttoned. “Oops,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yeah, really.
Actually, it was kind of making me hot having me ogle me like that. “Well go ahead then. Take a look.”
“I am.”
“And just think, when you pick me up after work, I’ll still be wearing this.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to seduce me,” Todd said with a smile.
“Does it now,” I said in my most seductive voice. “Well, I suppose we’re going to have to see how well that works out ... after work.”
Todd chuckled and it was only then that I really got what I’d been saying. Had I really been flirting with my boyfriend. It sure sounded like it to me.
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” I told Todd and with that, I turned around and I buttoned up my blouse.
“Hey, I thought I was going to get to see that.”
I looked back over my shoulder at him. “After work,” I said, “and only if you’re good.”
He was still chuckling at that and it might have been kind of infuriating if it weren’t for the fact that it was kind of hot, too.
And if you must know, that night after work, Todd took me out to this really nice restaurant and I had the feeling maybe he was trying to show me just how good he was and if that was what he was doing, he succeeded in more ways than just one because after dinner, I let him take me back to my bedroom and I let him fondle my tits and it wasn’t long before I was sitting astride his cock and I was riding him hard.
The next morning, I woke up on the floor and once again I was naked.
I was irritated with myself. How the hell had that happened? I must have rolled out of bed or something, but it was damned annoying.
At least Todd wasn’t here to see it though. He’d wanted to stay the night but I’d sent him packing. I mean, you couldn’t have a guy thinking he called all the shots. A girl had to keep some control for herself, you know.
I shook my head though. I was glad Todd hadn’t seen that. He would have teased me for sure if he had.
No time to dawdle, I told myself. I had to get ready for work and so with that thought in mind, I headed off towards the shower.
I knew I had to get ready but for some reason, that day, I seemed unable to move. Well, that wasn’t right. I was able to move all right. It was just what my hands were doing that was all the difference.
First, it was my tits. I couldn’t seem to leave them alone. I loved the feel of the soap on my hands as I stood there under the hot water. I loved the feel of my hands as I stroked my tits.
I’ve got to stop this, I told myself, and yet when I looked at myself again, there were my hands, playing with my nipples.
What was wrong with me, I told myself. I had to get ready for work.
My hands finally left my tits and I thought I was finally on my way until I realized where my hands had gone. There was the one had stroking me between my legs even as the other seemed to almost look on and applaud.
Okay fine, I told myself. If that was what my hands wanted, then fine. I could handle that and I just let my fingers go after my pussy.
And now that I’d given myself over to what I wanted, now it was just so easy to let myself go. Oh geez. I was going to cum. Oh geez.
I was so close. I was almost there.
I couldn’t help but gasp as my fingers finally did the trick. I was cumming and it felt really, really good.
I finally got out of the shower and that was when I looked at the clock. Oh crap. Todd was going to be here any minute and I was nowhere close to ready and almost as if on cue, I heard a knock on my door.
What was I going to do? I mean hey, I knew who it was? Fortunately, it wasn’t like Todd hadn’t seen me naked. I wrapped a towel around me and I went to the door, opening it slowly and peeking it around it just in case it was someone else.
“Hey, Babe. You ready to go?”
I reached around the door and I pulled Todd inside.
One look was all it took. “I guess you’re not ready to go,” Todd said.
“I’m running late,” I said.
“Obviously,” he said.
“I can be ready in a few minutes,” I said.
“I think it will take longer than that.”
He was right. We both knew it. We were screwed and all because I couldn’t keep my fingers off of my pussy.
And speaking of which ...
No, I told myself. No. We were late enough as it was already. There wasn’t time for that.
Maybe not, I told myself, but I was willing to make time.
“You better get ready,” Todd reminded me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah. You want to come help me?” I offered.
“I better not,” Todd said with a grin. “If I did, we might never make it to work.”
There Todd was, going and getting a big head all over again. I mean hey, just because I was naked and just because I’d invited him into my bedroom and just because my pussy happened to be wet, just because of all those things, that didn’t mean I was going to let him fuck me and the sooner he learned that, the better off we’d all be.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from thinking about him and that got me wondering. More than once, I had this vision of myself going out in just my towel and flashing him or maybe I’d just go out and drag him back to my bedroom and I’d make him fuck me.
Okay, I’ll admit it. Not all that practical, but that was what I was thinking.
Todd, it seemed, had managed to keep his mind out of his pants. While I’d been getting myself dressed, he’d called into work and he’d made up some excuse about having car trouble. They’d bought the excuse and because of that, we had a little time to get ourselves in to work.
We were late and my boss was pissed. It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected him to be that way. Hell, he had every right to be pissed. I was late and that’s all there was to it.
“You know I was thinking,” Todd said as we drove back to my place after work.
“Yeah? What about?”
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself when I got to your place this morning.”
“I did?”
Todd nodded. “So you got me wondering. What were you doing?”
“I was taking a shower, silly.”
“Are you sure that’s all you were taking?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Well like I said. You looked pretty happy with yourself.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“All right. If you say so.”
Why did it sound like he didn’t believe me and why was that such a hot thing? I didn’t know the answers to either one of those questions and more to the point, I didn’t know why he wasn’t still asking them.
I shifted in my seat. Todd seemed content to watch the traffic.
“Okay, if you must know,” I said finally, “I was playing with myself in the shower.”
Why the hell had I just admitted to that?
“Really,” Todd said. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
“You wouldn’t mind seeing what?”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you play with yourself.”
“Todd!” I said and yet even as I said it, I couldn’t help but feel that there was something hot about it.
“What?”
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
Why not indeed. In fact, I was getting an image of myself on my bed, my body naked, me with my favorite toy and Todd there, just watching. Damn it. Why did that make me hot?
“Cayley?”
“Hmm?”
“You just sort of drifted off there.”
I hadn’t drifted off. It was just the thought of me playing with myself in front of Todd, of me making myself hotter, and when I was ready, of me letting Todd ...
That night, I led Todd to my bedroom and I showed him my toys, and when I was all nice and hot and wet and gooey, well yeah, I let him fuck me hard.
It was the third morning in a row and where do you think I found myself when I woke up?
If you said lying naked on the floor, then you got that right. If you said anything else, then hey, you just haven’t been paying attention.
Okay, maybe I’m just a slow learner or maybe I found it too incredible to believe but I mean come on. One time, that was weird. Two times was weirder, but really, rolling out of bed three nights in a row and being naked to boot when I know I didn’t go to bed that way? Come on. And that’s when I finally got it. Mr. Hey-I-Can-Do-Hypnosis had actually gone and done it.
I called Todd up and I couldn’t help but notice that he sounded awfully perky when he answered the phone.
“You hypnotized me,” I said.
“I thought you said I couldn’t do that.”
“I thought you said you could.”
“Touche.”
“Don’t touche me,” I said. “I want you to come over here and take it off.”
“But Babe. It’s Saturday morning.”
“So?”
“So I thought I’d go out and hit some balls with the guys.”
“You can do that ... after you come over here and undo whatever it is you did to me.”
“Uh oh. Now you sound mad.”
“Not as mad as I’m going to be if you don’t get your ass over here and undo whatever it is you did.”
“I guess I better get over there then.”
“I guess you better,” I agreed. Sometimes, that’s the way it is with Todd. You have to take a hard line with him or he’ll walk all over you.
“I’ll be over there in about fifteen minutes then.”
“You better,” I told him.
He was true to his word. Exactly fifteen minutes later, he was there at my door.
“So you believe me now,” Todd said.
“Yeah, I believe you.”
“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to not believe me.”
“I believe you, now take it off or you know, do whatever you do to make it go away.”
“Okay. First we need to go to your bedroom.”
“Okay.” I led him into my bedroom. “Now what?”
“The next part’s up to you.”
I was about to ask him what he meant by that when I had this whole other idea. Sure, he could take the hypnosis thingy or whatever it was off, but he could do that anytime. As long as I had him here in my bedroom, why shouldn’t we have a little fun.
“What’d you want me to do?” Todd asked.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off,” I told him.
“My clothes? You’re sure?”
Of course I was sure, but I had an idea. “How about I help you. You take something off and I’ll take something off. The one who takes off all their clothes first wins.”
“Sounds like a game,” Todd said.
“You bet it’s a game. You start.”
It never even occurred to me what I was doing. It wasn’t until he had me on my hands and knees with his cock taking me from behind and me just moaning away like crazy and begging him to fuck me harder, harder, harder, that I finally got it, and I have the feeling that the only reason why I did get it wasn’t because I suddenly broke through what he wanted or anything like that but it was because he wanted me to know what he’d done.
And now guess what. Todd’s asked me to marry him and I think that’s so totally unfair. I mean, it’s not like I’d ever say no, but I’d at least like to be given a choice and how can you say no to someone you can’t say no to.
And that brings me to the end of my story. I guess my boyfriend’s not such a liar after all, but it’s got me to thinking. If my boyfriend’s not such a liar, I have to wonder just what else he might not have been lying about, and now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t help but wonder if I might get to see Hot Rod Todd do his thing. I definitely hope so.