This idea came to me as I've rereading Carly's Fantasy. I wanted to tell the story from her standpoint and, at the same time, clean up some of my mistakes. I wanted this story to feel a little less rushed and explore a little more of Carly's thoughts and feelings. Consider this story a rough retelling. Both characters have told their recollection of the events and there will be some differences but I've tried to keep the dialogue mostly the same. Expect it to be a little bit longer and more fleshed out but don't worry about verbatim replication of Jay's version.
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My name's Carly. You've heard from Jay but we thought you'd like to hear my side as well. Jay's a guy so, well, he focuses a lot on the sex and his memory is a little spotty on the non-sex. We've been together a long time now and let's just say that his version of events isn't the most accurate in the world. In Jay's mind, women dropped to their knees left and right but it was never that easy.
A little about me. I'm first generation American. My Grandfather was about as traditional as you could get and watching the communists take over and then transform China motivated him to get his son and my mom out of China as quickly as possible. They escaped to Hong Kong and scrounged a life together there but when my mother got pregnant, they didn't want me to be raised in the Fragrant Harbour with all the crime and corruption. They were one of the really lucky few who won the visa lottery to get a green card and moved here. I was their precious Asian princess, born in America only three months after moving here and they treated me exactly as you'd expect. Protective and pressuring, they pushed me to be the very best I could be. Other parents would have been proud of their daughter graduation Salutatorian, but my Dad gave me sympathy because, "I know how much you wanted to be Valedictorian, Carly." I know a lot of Asian kids feel like they were never good enough for their parents. I'm lucky. My parents weren't like that. But they did have ridiculous expectations for me and the stress of trying to meet them was always tough.
On top of that was the dating. My Mom and Dad were always trying to set me up with "nice Asian boys." Their idea of a good match was a smart, studious, quiet Asian boy that I could settle down and have 2.5 babies with. But I yearned for something else. When I was younger, I didn't quite understand it. And by the time I was old enough to be able to put a finger on it, I was always terrified to talk to my father about it. I didn't want an Asian boy. I wanted a white man.
I wish I could tell you what started the feelings. Maybe it was rebellion over my parents' matchmaking. I know I felt frustrated that not even my love life was beyond their perceived influence. But I think it went a lot deeper and darker than that. I remember watching a documentary about early British influence in Hong Kong. Most of it was pretty bland but what really captured my imagination was the stories of early British traders who developed relationships with the locals. They'd sail into port and trade spices for women. Not just any women though. Elegant, trained geisha. Women bred for sex. The thought should have horrified and repulsed me but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I discovered how to masturbate fantasizing about these stories. Being one of the women. Or a modern equivalent. I imagined a faceless white man claiming me. Claiming other women and making me do his bidding.
Our fantasies in our formative years are powerful. Jay always talks about how his thing for stockings and chokers comes from some silly movie he saw when he was 12. I think he's right though. You never fully outgrow those first fantasies. And so I knew that I was never going to be happy without at least TRYING a white guy.
In high school, I didn't really do much dating other than the random date my parents forced on me. I was too scared to even think about dating anyone else while I was living with my father. And then I went to college at a somewhat girl heavy Ivy League college so pickings were slim there. You'd think I'd have enjoyed the attentions of some preppy, entitled frat guy but, frankly, their attitudes turned me off completely. I wanted a unicorn. Someone who would treat me like an object before and during but like a cherished toy afterwards. And so I stayed mostly dating Asian boys, sent pictures to my parents, and told them my love life was good.
After college, I threw myself into work and quickly moved up the ladder at the software development company I went to work for. We had a couple big hits on some corporate software and that gave us the money to build out a game division that I worked heavily in. I loved the work. It was super fulfilling and I got to stretch my creative muscles. Like most tech companies, it was a total boys' club and some of the guys even appealed to me but I never felt comfortable enough to go after them. I think I came off as cold and aloof. I've been told I have a bad case of 'resting bitch face'. Maybe that's part of it, I don't know. Whatever it was, the few guys that I felt had that mix of dominance and kindness never gave me any interest and I really started to think that I'd never get to enjoy what I really wanted.
And then came that fateful trip back home to Orlando. A whole bunch of us from high school decided to hookup at Disney for an extended weekend. I wasn't really close to many of my high school friends anymore but it still sounded like a fun trip. Truly, I hadn't thought about Jay in years and while I'd be lying to say I NEVER thought about him that way, it wasn't something I was considering for the weekend.
But let me tell you, all that changed when we got there. People change over time and Facebook pictures don't always do a person justice. In high school, Jay had been a bit nerdy. A bit quiet. He was nice. And pretty confident as far as the smart kids went. But he didn't have that "know yourself" kind of confidence that women find attractive. He was also kind of scrawny. But not anymore. When I saw him walk in, I almost couldn't believe it and my body had an instant reaction. I was hanging out in the hotel lobby, enjoying some drinks with the people that had already gotten there. Kyrsten and I were laughing about something ridiculous and making plans for the weekend. She'd already told me about her goal to hook back up with Roland so I knew what she was thinking.
But when Jay walked in, both of us went silent. "Who's that?" Kyrsten asked and I turned my head to see a guy walking in that took my breath away. He was wearing jeans and a tight, long sleeve t-shirt that showed off a firm body underneath. He clearly had muscles but wasn't overly muscle-bound. His dark brown hair flopped around boyishly and his eyes searched the room behind the lavender sunglasses he was wearing. Something about that rang my bell. It spoke of a certain amount of self-confidence that really appealed to me. Kyrsten whispered, "Holy shit... is that Jay Simpson? He cleaned up nice." The redheaded sexpot dropped her sunglasses to get a better look as our high school friend checked in. Roland showed up as he was checking in and the two friends greeted each other with a ridiculous high five and the classic, "I'm not gay" hug that guys do. I snickered a little, marveling at how you can grow up and enter the real world for a decade but still fall right back into your high school patterns with the right people.
Roland also looked pretty good and whatever interest had piqued in Kyrsten with regards to Jay evaporated when she saw his ripped, 210 pound black friend. Kyrsten and Roland had a sort of on-again, off-again relationship. As we were watching the two say their hellos to their other friends, Jenn walked up. Jenn and Kyrsten had been best friends since elementary school. I was late in joining them and while they'd welcomed me, I'd never fully fell into their social group. Maybe my race kept me away or maybe my cool attitude did. Either way, it just had never been quite the same with me as it was with them.
"What are you two staring at? Who's that guy with Roland?"
"Jay Simpson," I replied quietly as I continued to study him. I noticed none of the shy awkward boy I remembered. He walked with the self-confidence that only comes from growing up and getting comfortable with yourself and I was already more than a little turned on.
"No shit... wow... He looks pretty good considering,"
"Considering what?" I asked.
"He and his girlfriend broke up a couple months ago. Don't you pay attention to Facebook? Half the reason for this trip was so his friends could try to take his mind off of it."
"What happened? Was it bad?" Kyrsten asked, not taking her eyes off of Roland.
"I guess. I didn't press for details. I got the impression she might have cheated on him but I don't know. Either way, he seems okay now."
"Or he's putting on a brave front," I said, studying him from afar for any signs of that.
"It's a pretty good front," Kyrsten said suggestively.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, ho," Jenn said and the two friends laughed easily with each other.
I went to bed that night and masturbated to my favorite fantasy of being taken and owned by a white Master. But this time, it wasn't a faceless image. Jay's knowing smirk is what I saw and it made me cum harder than I could ever remember.
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The next day, we all met up at the park together. Jenn and I rode over with Kyrsten while Jay, and Roland rode together in Jay's rental. Kyrsten and Jenn talked about Roland the whole way and I could tell things were going to get interesting between them. I'm not sure Kyrsten had noticed that Jenn seemed interested in him as well. I think she was still oblivious at that point but she was going to figure it out pretty soon.
In fact, that whole first morning was AWFUL. Jay doesn't remember it that way. But it was. Let me tell you. It was terrible. You see, Jenn was slightly interested in Roland. Roland really wanted Jenn. Kyrsten really wanted Roland and to top it off, Jay was obviously trying to hookup with Kyrsten. And I was jealous beyond belief that this was all playing out while, once again, I didn't get any attention.
Now look, I'm not unattractive. I'm thin, in good shape, have decent sized breasts. I'd even dressed a little skimpy for the day with a blue tank top, sheer bra and short shorts. But when a guy focuses on a specific girl they get tunnel vision Fortunately for me, that's all it was but I didn't know that at the time. All I could think was that, other than the fact that he seemed to only have eyes for my slutty redheaded friend, Jay was great.
I was really impressed with how well he took Kyrsten's silent rejection very well as the two girls increasingly competed for his friend's attention. Early on, we were waiting in line for Space Mountain. The other three were a little ahead of us in line and Jay and I got to talking.
"How's the weekend going?"
