An:// The girls wanted to read how Tom and Mary met in full detail, and they wanted to see a sweeter more submissive side to him! I will always do what my queens ask of me!🧎🏽♀️
Although I'm used to writing about dominant men, I hope you enjoy Tom's softer side in part 2 and a coming part 3!
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I've never understood why every University ever, has steps leading to their school as if it were the staircase to Heaven..
The last time I remembered, Heaven doesn't cost you 40k in yearly Student Loan debt.
Trying my hardest to see over my books and dodge the lounging students on the steps of the University of Florida, my clumsy feet bring unwanted attention as I trip over them, skinning up my palms and my knee.
Embarrassed and turning a hot red from the slight snickering around me, I dust myself off and try my best to collect my fallen items.
"Woah hey!" A student using a nearby step as his seat, begins to help me. "Be careful, let me get that. Why don't you sit down for a bit?"
He adds my books to the load in his arms, taking my hand lightly, he has me sit beside him.
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As he lowers me to the steps, his green eyes capture me, as does the grasp of his large hand over mine making my hand feel like a tiny ball of dough.
"Are you alright?" He examines me lightly, parting my knees from each other he checks out the scratches on my right leg.
Blushing red, I begin to pray that he didn't see under my skirt when he pulled my legs apart. I tug my skirt further in between my legs to cover my panties as he continues to hold my calf lightly in his grasp, rubbing and checking for injury.
"I-I'm fine." My embarrassed voice trembles.
"Yeah." He agrees with a sweet furrow in his brow as he continues to check me over. "No blood, just a little scratched up, and your tights are torn. Give me your hands."
Snapping my knees back together, I open up my palms to him.
Red with non-urgent scratches, they are fine as well.
His fingers grace each scratch, brushing away any dust or dry injured skin.
Bending towards my direction, the student kisses each palm gently.
A small gasp leaves my slightly opened pout as his green eyes watch up at me, enticing me into a full blush.
"My name's Tom Welling." He begins as his lips leave my flesh and he finally closes my hands together.
Entranced by his presence, I gulp. "Sorry, w-what did you say?"
Flattered by my noticeable attraction towards him, instantly he grins.
