Three Friends Hang Out with Katie on Sunday
The following night, quite close to my bedtime, I received a message from Chloe.
"Oh my gosh, what transpired with her? She's more insane than I've ever seen before. Not a bad way - in fact, it's really enjoyable - but you must inform me of your method."
A short while later, I hadn't responded yet: "I'm envious of your liberation. There's something to discuss - namely, you just met her."
Let's make one thing clear - for the first time in quite a long while, I didn't rely on porn before drifting off to sleep.
On a Sunday, I woke up late, had breakfast, and maintained the home. Perhaps I was being overly hopeful, but a spotless home is never a bad thing. I showered, trimmed my nails, and took care of other personal matters, retaining a modicum of hope. As I was just about to start reading, there was a knock at my door. I leapt in fright. I regained my composure, opened the door.
Katie burst right past me. "What the hell was that last night! You almost killed me - I couldn't focus, I couldn't unwind. I had to masturbate at least three times before I could fall asleep. I could abhor you."
"How do you greet someone in the afternoon? So, did you have a good time with the ladies last night?"
She rubbed me in the chest. "Fun? I was incoherent and nearly killed at least two guys at the club when they came too close. And don't get me started on the look Jack gave me after you left. I looked like a disgusting mess. You bastard."
"You're flattering, I think you looked lovely, as you do now."
She collapsed on the couch and glared at me. "Stop making fun of me - I basically threw some clothes on and rushed over."
"I'm not mocking you, never will. I think you're lovely - you don't require makeup or fancy hair or any of that other nonsense. You're beautiful - especially, it appears, when aroused."
"I'm not 'aroused', just stressed out. I've been a ball of anxiety for weeks, between school, teaching, and that obnoxious boyfriend and when I finally started catching glimpses of something - something real - you blocked me off."
"I informed you that denial is my preferred form of torture. You were warned."
"But I didn't believe you." She reclined slightly. "I've never encountered a person who would postpone their own, let alone my, satisfaction. What are you?"
"Not an adolescent. Not truly an adult, but definitely not an adolescent."
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"No alcohol for me, thank you. I'll have some iced tea - I'll bring it to you."
Relaxed and softer, "That'd be great."
"Let's return to the living room." I went to the sofa, and she sat facing me, her legs crossed on the floor.
"Please, tell me, as lucidly as you can, what you desire. What pleased you, your limitations, especially anything you do not prefer."
She stared at me. "If I knew, I wouldn't have to be in your presence, would I?" For the first time, I trusted her displeasure.
"I apologize. I find humor in frustrating you, but not in this manner. Seriously, we need to be certain I comprehend you - the stakes are too high for both of us. We'll figure this out together. I'll ask direct questions and answer as accurately as possible. Agreed?"
She seemed to loosen up somewhat, gripped my knee, and squeezed. "I'm moving closer to something I've desired for so long...." She looked directly into my eyes, almost begging. Even as an aged individual, I was moved by it, and it left me aroused.
"These inquiries are not meant to irritate. If you're able, answer simply. If you're unable, try a mental flow; I vow not to judge. Everything you convey remains between us and we can halt whenever you decide. Okay?"
She propped herself against the couch, consumed her tea. "Okay, inquire away."
"Nope, this is the only way I know, unless you want to stop." She paused, gazing out the window. "Clearly, I enjoyed both, and the first led to the second. I could have stayed that Friday night for a while, feeling lost yet safe, my skin pressed against itself, leaning on you."
Another sip. "But yesterday, oh my goodness. The sensation of your hand in my hair and my arms held above my head. And when you..." she hesitated, then whispered, "cupped me...?" No one has ever done that to me before. It was thrilling. I thought I was about to climax right there." She shifted her gaze, staring off into the distance for a moment, then closed her eyes. I waited.
"Both, really, one leading to the other. But if I had to choose...", she glanced at me and I nodded, "then the gentle control you exerted on me yesterday. That was unlike anything I've experienced before. Was that intentional?"
"Indeed. Completely different from what people usually see on porn." I took a sip of tea, adjusting my posture. "Did the public setting add or detract from your experience? Did you remember we were in a bar bathroom yesterday – or was that not a factor?"
"I didn't consider it. The thrill of being exposed Friday night was exciting, and it was a bonus that my friends were present. They'll never admit it, but I'm sure they were a bit envious it was me and not them. But I could have been anywhere yesterday. I completely forgot we were in the bar. Now that you mention it, I don't know what I would have done if someone had entered the bathroom." Her eyes widened in shock.
"So, the pace was ideal?"
"Slow and steady, please. Why do people rush so much?"
"Apologies. Let's talk about Saturday. If we had more time, would you have wanted things to end a certain way? Were you happy with the climax being cut short?"
"The anticipation of wanting more was fantastic. I was overjoyed at your touch. I wanted you to finger me, make me bend over the sink, and fuck me. I longed for you to order me to do something to you." She leaned in closely. "I wanted a lot more."
"So, to be blunt, you wanted to be penetrated?" She nodded. "Was being penetrated your area of desire?"
"Yes! It never crossed my mind that I might want to try it before, but in that state, I would have." She leaned back, regarding me. "Have you always captivated women in this way?"
"Certainly not. To clarify, I'm just inquiring about your thoughts."
"Alright. Sure, what's next?"
"Could you clarify if pleasure or pain was more significant?"
"I relished the feeling of being stretched, forced to maintain a position. If that's what you're referring to."
"Would you want it to get more intense, harder?"
"I'm not sure. I was so absorbed in the moment, I didn't think about it."
"Alright; let's see. What's your preference for specific questions and immediate responses. Choking?" She gasped, covering her face. "Good Lord, did I actually say that?!"
"No judgment here. Harder hair pulling?" She shook her head.
"Spanking?" She nodded. "As long as it was part of something intimate."
"Alright, good. Being overpowered?" She raised her eyebrows at me, prompting me to clarify, "I mean physically moved without consent."
"That sounds fun."
"Positions?" She shrugged. "I like them all."
"Which suits you best? Oral, fingering, being on top, or from behind?"
"Oral and fingering work quite well for me. The girls find it unusual that I prefer to be on the bottom, not on top."
"Trust me, nothing about sex is strange. How well can you perform oral sex?"
"I believe I'm competent at it, but it's not my favorite. However, I like to have something in my mouth when I'm having sex; I sometimes bite my own hair." She stared at me, a little puzzled. "I'm not sure I've ever confessed that to anyone before."
"Sure, no judgment. Last question – fast or drawn out?"
"Hmm, it varies? It could be both. Depending on my current emotions and how much time has passed since we last interacted. As it stands right now, after our recent encounter, I'd prefer a quick one." She drew her legs closer to her chest and fixed her gaze on me. "Alright, I'm even more aroused than before. So when do we finally take action?"
"Slow down, just a second. Do you have any queries for me? Is there anything else I should know?"
"I've never been a fan of dad bods, and I've never been with anyone your age. I apologize, but that's the truth."
"Sounds reasonable."
"I'm on birth control, but I still prefer using condoms." She paused to think it over. "If it's not an intrusion, apart from the desire to sleep with you, what's your motivation for this? It's not as if I'm anyone significant."
"First off, following the questions I've just asked, nothing is too private. Second, you're very special. I've been around for a while, and you're exceptionally extraordinary. Your entire group of friends is amazing. You're attractive, fascinating, intelligent, and inquisitive. What more could one desire?"
"And what draws me to this situation? Despite knowing I shouldn't, curiosity overwhelms my limited judgment. Fortunately, you don't seem to find me unattractive, and our preferences seem compatible. But please remember, you have the power to terminate this relationship at any moment. I won't reveal our encounters, and I'll perjure myself in court. You may hand over control in certain areas, but you hold the reins on when and how this proceeds. Agreed?"
"Is this ethical for you?"
"Ethics have nothing to do with it."
"So yes, it's more than agreeable."
She stood up. "So, where's the dungeon or whatever initiates this?"
"Once more, not so quickly. While I was cleaning the house, there are other preparations I need to make. Can you make it tonight? And do you teach or have classes tomorrow?"
"I don't have plans tonight, and my first class on Mondays isn't until the afternoon. I'm not seeing my friends either."
"Hmm, so I can keep you without causing too much disturbance. Head home, take a rest, relax. But refrain from self-pleasuring, okay?" She nodded but didn't look enthused. "By the way, are you also trying to tease me by making me wait longer?"
"Am I that transparent?" I chuckled as I led her to the door. I kissed her gently on the lips. "I hope to see you later."
She glanced at me as I opened the door, made eye contact for a moment, and departed.
As the night deepened, I became increasingly restless, despite my attempts to conceal it. I have seen a lot and done a lot, but I couldn't contain the uneasiness I was responsible for. But I would never let Katie discover that.
In the meantime, Chloe texted me-I didn't reply. I was intent on keeping my word and not bringing her friends into this moment. This was Katie's story to share, and if I was fortunate, she'd allow me to do so.
I took a sip of wine: she couldn't drink, but I could. I had enough lights on to see what I was doing, but not so bright that anyone walking past would catch a glimpse of the interior. I had music on at a level suitable for both atmosphere and privacy. She might not realize it, but I wanted her to feel secure if she later had second thoughts about this encounter.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in -it's open." She was even more beautiful in the evening light. Her hair was styled in a high ponytail, and I could tell she had very little clothing under her soft summer dress, as the streetlight streamed through it.
She entered, closed the door, hesitated, turned around, and approached me. She extended a hand. I reached out, accepting the black silk panties she presented. I slipped them into my pocket, positioned my hands on either side of her face, and leaned in to kiss her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still staring at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination, fear, and anger. Her hands remained by her sides, so I ran my hand down her back and then back up again.
I made my way to the couch, maintaining contact with my hand behind her head. I remained still. She was still, silent, only breathing. I slowly removed my hand and stepped to the couch.
She slid her arms out of the straps, letting her dress fall to the floor. She'd also been contemplating tonight. For the first time, I was able to see her stunning back, with its tiny blonde hairs. I could see them standing erect on her flawless skin. In the silence, she started to raise her arms to cover herself. "Leave your arms by your side," she stopped. "Move backward towards me. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't fall. Trust me?"
She agreed and walked backward until her lower back met my outstretched hand. "Place your hands behind your back. Slowly. Great. Grab your elbows." With her arms parallel to the floor, I slowly traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my hand. She tried to stay still, but I could feel her leaning into the touch.
"No moving, unless I tell you okay?"
A very faint "ok".
I glided my finger around the back of her calf to the inside of her leg and slowly moved it upward. Then, without warning, I pinned her forearms in place while also positioning my right hand between her legs, raising her up to her toes. She gasped, turned to look at me.
"I told you not to turn around - keep your eyes straight ahead - I've got you; you won't fall."
I could feel her pushing down against my hand and knew what she was trying to do. I moved my hand in rhythm with hers, allowing pressure but not friction. My hand was warm and clammy. While seated, my head close to her midsection, I noticed how wonderfully she smelled.
After a while, I lowered her, heels back on the ground. Still holding her forearms with my left hand, I used my right to locate the pile of straps and items I had left under a pillow. The first strap went around her lower arms, the next encircled her legs.
With both of my hands free, I secured her ankles, knees, waist and finally a wide belt around her arms and her breasts. I left most of the belts loose enough to ensure good circulation, but cinched the one around her chest firmly enough to press it tightly against what I assumed were stiff nipples. Standing, I used one last strap to tie the wrist and chest straps together behind her back.
I pulled her motionless body close. Even naked in a cold room, she was starting to sweat.
I asked, "Is this what you wanted?" She nodded positively, eyes closed.
"Say it."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I wanted this."
I traced my fingers lightly up and down her arms and back, staying clear of erogenous zones - just skin. I climbed around until we were facing each other, inches apart. I placed my right hand on her neck. "Fixate on me. Open your eyes and look at me."
It took a moment for her to refocus on me. There was a look in her eyes, the wanting, resisting, perusing. "That is the expression I had hoped for - you don't know if you should surrender or fight back, do you?"
"I don't.” She replied. "I want this - but I'm hesitant."
"Which one is stronger? Do you want me to cease?"
A pause. "No."
"Remember, we're not utilizing a secure word? If you say stop, I will stop."
"I know. No games."
I gave a slight smile, continuing to hold her gaze. I traced my hand from her neck to the belt around her chest, squeezed it tightly, and pushed down. Alarmed, she tried to struggle. "I won't cause you to fall when I push you down. Merely go where I direct you." Surrendering, bending her knees, she allowed me to press her down while keeping our eyes locked. I ran my hand through her hair, calming, until it was in the back of her neck. Taking the ponytail between my fingers, I raised her head, pushed her head back, then forwards so she recognized that I was in control. A Mona Lisa expression graced her face.
I knelt as well, bringing us face to face, pulled her ponytail hard, kissed her. Initially, lips touched lips, awaiting hers to relax on their own and, when they did, I plunged mine open, meeting hers in a tender, passionate kiss. Slowing our lips apart, she instinctively leaned forward to maintain our connection. I moved my fingers up to her lips, and she instantly sucked them into her mouth without looking away. Trying to center myself, I reached for another strap. While my fingers, wet from her mouth, interconnected the belt around her chest and knee bindings. I bent her back down, her eyes darting between my face and her knees, attempting to comprehend what was transpiring. When she was bent over and couldn't see up, I fastened the belt and kissed the back of her head.
"What are you doing to me? Holy shit, it's so tight, I don't know...what do I do?" her breathing shallow and rapid, hinting at panic.
I leaned in, gently touching her back, and softly murmured "Relax, shhh. You're alright." I kissed her neck and shifted behind her on the floor, wrapping my arms around her. Gradually, like at the bar, she melted into herself, moaning softly.
After a while, I gently took the strap tying her arms and gently lowered her onto the floor. She looked at me with surprise and relief as the weight lifted from her knees only to be replaced with panic as my knees settled on either side of her waist and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. I reached over to the couch and picked up a gag. "Would you like to try this?" She looked at it, then me and nodded.
"You have to say it."
"Please don't make me..."
"Pouting won't help. Say it or I won't."
"Yes, gag me."
"I'll know if I need to stop, but you won't be able to say anything. Okay?"
"Yes, just do it, jerk." I put the gag in her mouth and fastened it. The look of shock, excitement, and questioning was more evident. I sat beside her and stroked her face until she closed her eyes once more and drifted further away.
We stayed in this position for a lengthy period, me touching her face, tracing my left hand down her back, across her bottom and thighs, and eventually between her legs. With one finger, I traced her lips, following her wetness as my finger slid inside her. To and fro, I stroked her, in tandem with her movements, and she moaned into the gag, pressing her body against my hand. I added a second finger, then a third, and her rocking increased. With my left hand, I positioned my middle and index fingers against her opening, allowing her movements to draw them inside her. Arching them upward, I pressed against her top vaginal wall, lightly at first but then with increasing intensity. As I pushed upward, she pushed down, striving for release.
I slid my fingers out and she looked at me, anticipatingly, anxiously. Her eyes opened wide, demanding, and then, she came. It was an incredible sight.
I left my fingers inside of her, pushing against the top wall, but not moving. I watched attentively as tension built, her motions becoming more fervent. I allowed her movements to control the speed of my fingers. Finally, when she was on the brink, I yanked her head forcefully, her eyes flew open, confused, perplexed, and then, she came again. It was a breathless show.
I left my fingers buried within her, pushing upward but not moving. I waited. Instructionally, she began to move again, pressing against my hand more intently. Again, I let her movements dictate the pace, yet this time I left my hand in her hair, guiding her head around. She came once, twice, possibly more before my hand retreated. Shifting behind her on the floor, I held her damp, exquisite body, my nose buried in her hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent.
After a few minutes, I carefully undid one strap after another, one by one, detaching her jacket from her knees, ankles, and wrists. With that, she rolled over, burrowing her head in my shoulder. I grabbed the throw blanket from the couch and covered her. We relaxed there, me listening to her breathe. When it appeared to return to normal, I glanced down. She was staring up at me.
"Welcome back. Can I get you anything?"
"My brain? A drink of water?"
"Stay here, I'll be right back." I stepped out and returned with cups in hand. She was sitting on the floor, knees up, leaning back against the couch enclosed by the throw. I took a seat on the couch and shared a drink with her, leaning against the backrest. I sipped, waiting for a suitable moment to speak.
"Stop overthinking. Don't question or worry - there's plenty of time for that later if you're like me. Just enjoy. Are you okay?"
"Okay?", she looked at me unconvinced "I've never felt better, and I'm not sure how to process that."
"How to process what?"
"This, all that I've just experienced. I don't know if I should laugh, cry, run to the girls, or simply talk your ear off. I'm wearisome and energetic at the same time. What are you?"
"I'm just a man who's learnt from past errors and is immensely lucky to have connected with you and Chloe. No one special."
Katie got onto her knees, adjusted the blanket around herself, and rested her chin on my knee. "I truly mean, I've never felt like that. I don't know if I should praise, weep, seek out the women or just share your story. I'm restful and stupefied at the same time. Who are you?"
"Sweetheart, you didn't do that, I just helped you. You're the one who's wonderful and amazing." Leaning in to gently kiss her lips.
For a moment, we sat in silence, with her head resting on my leg.
Suddenly, she raised her head and let the throw fall from her shoulders. "Wait a second - you're still dressed? Can I do something for you?" She tried to reach for my pants.
"Stop, stop, stop," I said, gently grasping her hands. "I'm perfectly fine - that was such an amazing experience for me. I could've taken more, but it was all about you. Just touching you, smelling you, feeling you, was more than enough reward for me."
She looked at me incredulously. "I don't understand. Aren't you frustrated or something?"
"That's what young people say. As you age, experience becomes more important and exciting than the outcome."
She continued to gaze at me in confusion. "I'm starting to understand some of the things Chloe said about you. I'm not sure I believe them yet, but we'll discuss it later."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to see me again? I'm not a sick man to use and manipulate." I smiled at her and reached down, cupping her chin with my hand.
"I might not get rid of you for a while. But for now, I need to rest and process. I work tomorrow and I'm completely exhausted." She began to search for her clothes. I fetched her dress and held it out to her. I chose not to return her panties.
"Would you be able to manage getting home on your own? Do you need me to drive you?"
"I'll be fine, thanks."
"I'm not so sure I can let you wander the streets alone. I don't even know where you live. I do have a guest bedroom with clean sheets if you'd prefer to stay."
"You'd let me stay?" she asked, wrapping the blanket back around her body. "I don't want to deal with the world or my roommates right now. I'm too vulnerable." She looked up at me. "Are you suggesting the guest room because you don't want to spend the night with me?"
"I'm suggesting the guest room because I snore loudly and you need a good night's sleep."
"Okay, I'd rather not be alone," she said tentatively.
"If you'd like, come to bed. I'll make sure you're sound asleep before I start snoring. If I disturb you, just hit me and I'll leave you alone."
"I couldn't possibly throw you out of your own bed," she replied.
"You can, and you will want to," I said with a smile. "Pinky-promise me." She nodded in agreement.
"I'll show you the bedrooms, the bathroom, and I can provide you with a t-shirt and shorts if you'd like. Would you like to take a shower?" I offered, although I wished she'd decline for her lovely scent.
"I sleep naked, and I prefer to shower in the morning, provided you don't mind sleeping next to a sweaty, stinky person."
"If you consider yourself a mess, I'm not sure I can handle you," I joked.
We moved to the bedroom and slid under the covers. She snuggled up next to me and immediately fell asleep. After thirty minutes, I knew she'd sleep through my snoring, so I covered her gently and left the room.
In the morning, I woke to find Katie sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at me. "Morning lovely, how did you sleep?"
"Better than I have in years."
"That's terrific news." She continued to stare. "What's on your mind?"
"I have so many questions. Why are you so kind, why are you single, and why am I here with you?"
"Those are quite a range of inquiries. Well, I'm not as nice as I may appear - watch me a few more times and you'll see the real me. I'm not single; I'm widowed and have no intention of finding a new partner. It's not that I don't think I could find a wonderful person - it's that I don't want to, as I share my life with my wife in my heart. Some may call that crazy, but so be it."
"That's not crazy," she said.
"What else?"
"Why am I here with you? I came because of your friend, curiosity, and a desire to better understand myself."
"The answers to your questions are complicated and deep. In time, I'm sure the connections will become clearer."
"Do I hurt or damage people? Is something wrong with me?"
"Far from it. You possess a hunger for understanding and growth. This desire, more than any potential shortcomings, is your true beauty."
I woke up. "Come here." She moved nearer as I grabbed her hands. "You're not a creep, sadist, or submissive. Simply a person who possesses dreams, interests, wants, and a past like everyone else. Mental wellness is on your side since you discovered what's best for you. Those labels are pointless. As long as your desires don't govern or abuse you, why pass judgment? Screw them."
She peered down. "Should I pass judgment on myself?"
"I'd advise against it, but it's more for you, gals, or therapists, to decode. I'm merely a weird old guy, keep that in mind."
She attacked me, pushed me down, and embraced me tightly.
"I genuinely don't understand you, did you realize that? I'm truly mixed up and ecstatic."
"Alright. I can't fathom you either. It's not an awful way to live - wish I'd attempted that." I eased her off me and stood up. "What about some food?"
"Too bad. I've got nothing available till the late afternoon, but I must return to my place, shower, and complete all the duties we girls must do before going out."
"You can take a bath here. I have excellent water flow."
"I'll note that down, but not today. I've wasted enough of your time and I don't believe in a 'walk of shame.' I'll face the world." Holding hands up, "I'm thrilled."
I observed as she clothed herself, provided her with a coffee, and we left. She embraced me, offered a kiss, and left. Turned around. "Wait, when can I see you again?"
"That's all up to you. You have my phone number; you even know where I live. Take me by surprise."
I texted her later that day, inquiring about her situation and thanking her for putting up with me. She responded with a string of emojis, which seemed gleeful and positive yet remained unintelligible to me, and subsequently, I didn't hear from her for several days. Now, I recuperated, feeling satisfied from the living room floor experience.