"Hey Lester"

"Cassidy!" Lester beamed "I haven't seen you for so long! You need to visit me more" he was gushing his affections toward her.

"Lester, do you remember that day, three months ago when you were….checking me out?"

Lester smiled shyly "Yes. I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I mean I don't get much attention from females...or anyone really and I…." he was rambling

"Hush" Cassidy placed a finger to his lips. "Have you heard of pressure points?"

"Well yeah, C, they're useful for combat and stuff right?"

"Sure, yeah. Well, there's a different type of pressure point. I was born with the rare ability to see pressure points on a target's body at will. Many scholars travel and train for years to even be able to see them"

Lester looked intrigued "Can't you look up a diagram?" he asked. "Yes but those are general pressure points, located on the same spot on everyone and not nearly as effective as personalized ones"

"So you can see pressure points specific to a person's body which do more damage than the ones that everyone has?" Lester frowned "sounds like bullshit to be honest"

"I know. I will not be performing a pain point on you" Cassidy said. Lester looked really confused now "what are you planning?"

"A pleasure point" she grinned "if you're up for it"

"I suppose" he sighed

"I hope I'm not agreeing to anything too ridiculous-" he was cut off abruptly by a gasp. His breath hitched in his throat. All she did was touch his arm. She took his left wrist and lightly rubbed small circles on it.

He squirmed. It was so weird, there was nothing touching the parts that she was stimulating. And yet it was much better than anything he'd ever felt-which was limited to his own hand.

He could barely breathe. It felt amazing. "F-f-fuck" he groaned he wanted to ask how this worked, but could only moan incoherently. He leaned back and enjoyed the strange sensation in his dick being caused by light stroking of his wrist. It made no sense in his mind-to be fair nothing did at that moment.

His body was shaking and there were tears welling in his eyes. It was such an intense feeling. She stopped stroking his wrist, and he couldn't form words so he just whined his distress.

"Shush. I'm moving on to a stronger spot" she whispered. Stronger? There was more?

Cassidy traced her finger to a small spot on his clavicle and then began to rubin small circles. Lester's entire body tensed and he threw his head back in bliss. There was sweat on his brow and he was biting his knuckles to keep quiet.

She stopped again this time he didn't make a sound. He just looked at her helplessly. He was putty in her hands. "I forgot to mention that there's going to be a mess in your pants, if you catch my drift. Are you okay with that? I can pause and you can take 'em off-" he cut her off by taking her hand and putting it back on his clavicle. The way his hands were shaking when he went to grab hers was quite pleasing, she liked seeing him happy.

She continued stroking his clavicle. His entire body was stiff as a board, every muscle was tensed. A tear ran down his cheek. She could have finished this a while ago, but he let her keep teasing him, and she sincerely enjoyed it. Finally she ended it. He bit his knuckles to stifle his moaning but a little noise escaped. He was completely out of breath and gasping for air. When he could finally breathe, he spoke: "Cassidy, what the actual fuck?"

"Just one of my many talents. Do you still think it's bullshit? I can do it again…"

"NO! I'm actually exhausted. That was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. I saw stars. But I might take you up on that some other time"

Cassidy just smiled. Lester was almost dozing off, he really is tired. "I'm going to let you rest"she said.

"Stay with me" he whispered "it's the least I can do"

"No" she said sternly. "Okay well at least come kiss me goodnight" he said. Well, fuck it, it'll just be his forehead. Cassidy went over and bent down to kiss him, as she did he wrapped his arms around her. Anxiety and panic filled her and she instinctively hit him. Knocked him right out.

"Oh, Cassidy" she said to herself as she started to cry "why can't you just get over your past. You're starting over. Don't fuck it up"

She stayed the night. After all, she did just knock him unconscious, it was the least she could do.