Written On - Ch. 01

Chapter One

The Pitcher

Since her junior year, Kaitlyn Moore has wished for a locked door that did not have a million people on the other side. Twenty-two years old, she is a marketing major in her senior year, and her dorm room has begun to feel like a costume she is too mature to wear. The twenty-five-year-old Lucrezia Alliata has the door that Kaitlyn is looking for and a lot more. Lucrezia is foreign born, with an accent Kaitlyn cannot place on a map, and Luz feels like no other female she has ever met before, a confidence that commands any room.

Jon Brooks carried the bed frame into Kaitlyn's room three months earlier and like all boyfriends, he comes to cut the lawn as well as to seek Kaitlyn's affections. He is twenty-three years old and skilled at assisting others. Kaitlyn watches from the window longer than required for the task and cannot identify what she is looking for. Jon is not cruel to her; he is nor aloof or hyper macho and this is the problem. Cruelty would have provided Kaitlyn with an argument. Jon is kind and was reared on the same narrative as Kaitlyn, but from a different perspective: a woman serves as the nexus of his comfort and where he expends his sexual needs and rolls over. If Kaitlyn requests that he spend time south of the equator at least twice, Jon will place his mouth between her legs and treats it as a polite gesture that is required to get to perform the act he intended to accomplish. Once he completes the act, he immediately rolls away from her to get to sleep, while Kaitlyn proceeds down the hall with his bodily fluids dripping down her thigh. Kaitlyn has referred to this journey to the bathroom as "the walk," and hates that she has done enough to given it a name. Kaitlyn has had multiple boyfriends previously. There were boyfriends during high school. There was a group of friends in the dorms who would pass a boy back-and-forth as if he were a joke they were all aware of. During these times, Kaitlyn was a wallflower - present, accepted, rarely asking someone to remove their shirt or to kneel and worship. However, she desired to be able to ask someone to worship her properly. Kaitlyn did not know how to occupy the center of the bed without requesting permission.

Due to the late seasonal heat generated while mowing the lawn, Jon sweats at his temples. Grass adheres to his lower legs and thighs. Jon enters through the rear door, hoping for cold water and praise. The blue pitcher is already cold and perspiring in the refrigerator. Kaitlyn pours without wondering how put it in there. She gives Jon a cold glass of water and observes his throat as he swallows greedily.

Following their interaction, Jon begins to act strangely. He appears soft around his eyes, almost like he is slightly unfocused. When Kaitlyn directs him to sit on the porch steps and brush some of that grass off his legs, he obeys without comment. Kaitlyn comes out to the porch to inquire whether he completed trimming the rear hedge, he responds with great detail. Kaitlyn knows there is a game he wants to watch and is hoping to get as much down as possible before it starts. Jon's response is more detailed than expected from a guy who just wants to get to watch the game.

Luz returns home to discover Jon sitting on her porch steps who responds to her questions as command with a " yes, Luz", in a tone that causes Luz to be suspicious. In the kitchen, Luz removes the pitcher from the refrigerator and weighs it in her hands as if it were a tool she brought from her homeland. "You gave him the water from this pitcher?" Luz poses the question and waits patiently for the answer. Luz watches Kaitlyn as she answers affirmatively. Luz then looks at the yard and the hedges. She asks Kaitlyn to sit with her at the table, she tells her that the water is special not in a I am upset that you used it way but in that it makes males impressionable and pliable to requests. Kaitlyn looks at Luz like she is pranking her. Luz responds to the look with "In my country, this is not a prank. This is Tuesday. It does not affect females only males." Males will follow directions and suggestions from a female like a puppy looking for a treat. "Speaking of treats" she says that the other thing that it does is cause males to be hyper aroused but unable to finish without permission from a female Luz places the pitcher on the table I can demonstrate what I am talking about and show you how to utilize it for you. If you are not interested in having greater control of Jon. You can allow him to sleep off the effects, usually twenty-four hours and you can continue to feel frustrated in the shower. "I am offering you a lesson, not a lecture" Luz says with a smile. Kaitlyn laughs because the alternative is acknowledging that her mouth became dry in a manner unrelated to fear. "You're joking."

A slight movement occurs at Luz's mouth. "Instruct him to enter and remove his shirt due to the heat." Kaitlyn almost states he won't just strip his shirt off because she told me. Luz smiles a mysterious smile. Kaitlyn proceeds to the door saying "Jon. Come inside. Take off your shirt. It's hot." He enters. He pulls the shirt over his head. The scarred knuckle appears briefly before disappearing. He is already erect in his shorts. Jon is obvious, unabashed in a manner that differs from his former swagger, swagger would have produced a humorous remark. This is obedient behavior with passion. Kaitlyn's timidity wants to apologize for that action but the person who wants the middle of the bed that resided in the corner of that shared space, perks up hungry.

"The game is on" she states then noting how weak it sounds strengthens it with go sit on the couch and watch it. As an afterthought, Kaitlyn adds, "do not pay attention to our conversation and do not leave the couch." Jon responds docilly "Yes, Kaitlyn." Kaitlyn returns to the kitchen table. Luz begins to explain, "Twenty-four hours unless you pour again. Ice from this pitcher is equivalent to a glass of water. I utilize it when I invite someone home." Recently, I have not done so.

"You have wished for him to utilize his mouth and remain. You have wished for you to not have to waddle down a hallway with his bodily fluids on your thigh. I am not speculating. I have resided with you. If you wish to acquire knowledge regarding how to intentionally maintain a man who in a condition that he does not have to be asked to worship you and not leave a mess you have to waddle away to clean, I will instruct you.

I will show you how to tease him to make him beg to server you, and how to use denial to keep him on the edge of a knife's blade and thank you for it. How to discern when his body is sore versus broken from your ministrations. You would not be the initial wallflower I have observed discovering her capabilities. You would be the initial individual to whom I have extended a key." Kaitlyn glances toward the living room. Jon remains seated as instructed, shirtless, his arousal posing an obstacle the television cannot resolve.

She reflects upon the boys she has shared with other females and has never commanded. She reflects upon his turning over to sleep or leave, as she is waddling to the bathroom to clean up a mess he left. She reflects upon what her life might be like if she could control Jon better. Kaitlyn uttered in that unconventional tone, "If I pour again I t is me," she states. "Yes." "Teach me."

Luz pours them both some wine and touches Kaitlyn's glass. "Then send him to the shower. Clothes remain in the bathroom. He dries himself. He kneels on a pillow at the foot of your bed and awaits your arrival. This provides us with an hour to plan an evening that belongs exclusively to you, not to his conclusion." Kaitlyn's heartbeat is illogical and vibrant. She proceeds into the living room with wine glass in her hand, timidity still within her, and the new entity perched on top of timidity's back. "Jon. Go upstairs. Shower. Leave your clothes in the bathroom. Dry yourself off. The only thing to leave the bathroom is your body. Place a pillow at the foot of my bed. You shall wait until I have time to deal with you kneeling."

Jon rises and for a moment the traditional narrative attempts to create a jest upon his mouth, he begins to say "babe, what is this..." and perishes there. He was educated that a female constitutes relief. He was educated that the male directs the female in all matter regarding sex. He was never educated regarding how to respond to a sentence that causes his penis to ache publicly and his chest to loosen with a sensation resembling escaping punishment for committing a transgression. "Yes, Kaitlyn." He departs the living room and the staircase transports him to his destination. Kaitlyn stands amidst the wreckage of a typical Saturday and does not apologize to the room.

In the kitchen, Luz raises her glass. "To the hour," she states. "And to not squandering it on shyness." Kaitlyn takes a sip of her wine and rejoins Luz at the table to learn how to see if this new dynamic is something she wants to explore. She provided Jon with the glass of water because the lawn caused him thirstiness, and she intends to spend the remainder of this evening ascertaining whether the other results can help her become the young woman who has finally received authorization to speak.