Strange Requests [Completed]

Ch 1

Krista woke in the middle of the night with feverish lust, reaching out to grope her boyfriend with a moan. Tyler stirred and sat up, all excited that she was in the mood. He switched on the lamp and kissed her, pulling down her pyjama pants and underwear. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the tampon string.

Tyler gave Krista a dark look. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. Don't tease me like that for nothing."

"Come on baby. I'm so horny," she pleaded, touching his chest.

"I told you I'm not doing that," Tyler insisted and flopped back onto his side of the bed. "Go back to sleep."

She sighed and switched the lamp off, running a hand through her dark locks and putting her back to him.

He knows that I have problems and that this is one of the few times I can actually get off, but a little blood grosses him out, she thought with a roll of her eyes. What am I still doing with this guy?

There was an answer to this question that made her feel like such a leech. Krista had moved away from her family and in with Tyler to escape a crumby life, and now she relied on him for her survival. She didn't ask for much, but he was the one with the job so he always had the upper hand when it came to this relationship. It was like she was always owing him for not having a job of her own.

Krista closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep.

Tyler always woke her up in the morning to say good bye before he went to work, even though lately she would have preferred to be undisturbed. Today was no exception. Krista mumbled good bye sleepily and dragged herself out of bed a few minutes after he'd left, needing to change her tampon and clean up before she had an accident.

"Might as well start the day then," Krista mumbled, spending the first couple hours in her housecoat. She brushed her teeth, cleaned up Tyler's breakfast dishes, and sat at the table to have her own breakfast, listening to the radio for company.

The house needed vacuuming and the garbage bin needed to be taken to the curb for the truck to pick up, but other than that she had very little to do today. Going downtown on the bus usually required cash in order to have a good time, and she was bare of funds at the moment.

"If I could get a job," she wished out loud. "Tyler keeps discouraging me though. He doesn't want me to have my own money, or friends, or a social life. He wants me to be his good little housewife," Krista knew, starting to worry that it could lead to some sort of spousal abuse. It was the perfect recipe for something like that.

I need to try and get a job, Krista decided as she got dressed in some of her prettier Value Village finds. Floral baby-doll top, grey shrug over-shirt, and tight black jeans. She put her dark hair up in a cute bun with a clip, and put on a little makeup.

There. Presentable.

Krista searched through the computer desk for her folder of resumes and scanned the top one. There wasn't much for job experience on it, but it didn't need updating. Krista had done some cafe work while still in high school, and a year long stint at a Wendy's fast food place where the manager touched her crotch a couple times before she quit.

A job at a cafe would have been nice. Even just a couple days a week so she had her own spending money and something to look forward to doing. At this rate Krista was going to die of boredom with Tyler and her own sexual dysfunction.

God I'm so horny. I want him to just pound me into the mattress until I can't even walk anymore, but he won't. He'll wait until I'm done my period and then I'll be dry as the Sahara Desert down there.

She absently shook her head in frustration, pulling the garbage bin to the curb.

They lived in a nice neighbourhood comprised mostly of single level homes with small yards that were barely usable for anything. Krista was expected to keep a nice flower garden and keep it free of weeds. Most lawns were cleared of any dandelions, and another thing that Krista had noticed about this street was the lack of children. Maybe people with children weren't allowed.

Krista was suddenly torn from her thoughts by the sound of another garbage bin lid slamming shut and turned to see the neighbour guy, Shamus. He noticed her too, looking her up and down curiously.

"Good morning," he greeted politely. "You looked like you were lost in thought for a second there."

"Hey, Shamus," she replied shyly, blushing. She could feel her face get hot.

Why am I so shy around my neighbour? He's always seemed like a bit of a loser, Krista reflected, looking at the ground.

Shamus was slim, near the same age as she was, with a mop of blond hair and brown eyes. He was actually quite nice to look at, but usually had a beer in his hand when she saw him chatting with Tyler in the driveway. He drove an ugly yellow Honda CRX around and Krista had no idea whether he had a job or not.

"You going downtown today or do you just like to get dressed up all the time?" he asked coolly, and she couldn't tell if that was meant as a compliment or not.

"Trying for a job. The housewife routine is getting a little dull. Don't tell Tyler," she added with a weak smile.

"No worries, Krista. It's not my business," he assured. "Well, see you later."

He climbed into his ugly CRX and drove off. Krista sighed and went back inside to grab her handbag and keys and lock up the house. Within minutes she was sitting in the bus kiosk waiting for the next bus downtown.

What is wrong with me? I can't even chat with another human being properly. How am I going to get a job at this rate? I've been out of the game long enough that I'm not even sure what to do anymore.

Krista glanced down at the bench she was sitting on and her eyes widened with intrigue. Scratched into the paint were the words "Tell me your fantasy."

Oh I would love to, she thought, staring at the words. I have a pen in my purse...

Krista blinked, trying to imagine what it would be like to have sex with a random stranger. Maybe he would push all the right buttons and give her the best orgasm of her entire life. Or maybe it would be really awkward and uncomfortable.

Krista dared to break out of her boring routine and at least leave a reply on the bench. Nobody would know it was her anyway.

"I'm on the rag, horny as hell, and my guy won't fuck me," she wrote quickly, jumping up as the bus came. Her heart racing from the thrill, Krista got on and headed into town to try for a job at any of the cafe places. She considered it a step towards helping herself grow.

I need my own life. I can't just be a leech hanging off of Tyler forever. If he gets sick of me and leaves, I'll have no means of staying afloat, and my family won't take me back, she was almost certain.