Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Alcohol Use, Explicit Sexual Content
“Kayla, it was fabulous. Remember how after our first date I said Ian might be just too boring and nice for me?” She could see Kayla’s blond head bobbing agreement in her imagination. “I take it all back. He was actually, truly being a gentleman. But only, I think, because it was a first date. He most certainly got over it tonight.” To think, she had dared to think that Ian was sweet and kind, but really not very interesting – or at least, not very interested, in her at least. In fact, she had almost begged off on a second date, but Kayla had talked her into going anyway. After all, you could never really tell what someone was like on the first date, right?
“So does that mean he put the moves on you tonight? Cause you already said he could hold a conversation and make you laugh occasionally. Of course, it’s still just barely before midnight, so you couldn’t have gotten too wild! What happened?” Even though she couldn’t see Kayla, Lexie knew her friend was probably kneeling on her bed, bouncing with sympathetic excitement. They had been this way for years, taking turns living vicariously through the other’s dating sprees, sometimes setting each other up, but always taking the date – and the man – apart after each date. A few of the men in their circle had joked that any man who dated one was really dating the other by proxy, and suggested they warn the guys about that.
Tossing her blouse into the hamper, Alexandra reached for her slacks, balancing the phone on her shoulder. “Well you know we decided to go out and play pool, right? I can’t tell you who won the game, but it was definitely the best game I’ve ever played! I swear, every time the man passed me, he touched my shoulder, or my arm, or something. And stared straight into my eyes every time he lined up a shot. Those gorgeous green eyes! He sooo knows how good-looking he is. By the time we quit playing, I was completely jumpy.”
“How much did you drink? You know you get horny when you drink…” The girls shared a laugh over that. Lexie had a reputation for getting pretty flirty when she drank too much, truth be told, whether with her date, the bartender, or her own friends. But in reality, she was just a flirt. She flirted just as much – okay, nearly as much – when she didn’t drink. It was all in fun, after all. And it certainly wasn’t hard to do when the object of her attention was a handsome man who didn’t hesitate to show a return interest in her.
“Not that much, Kayla. Or I wouldn’t be calling you right now. I think I’d probably be at Ian’s place… or my place… or someplace….” Her voice trailed off, considering the thought. “And yummy as he is, it’s only the second date! But anyway, by the time we left the bar, I was ready to jump his bones. But he took me home, and we talked all the way. Turns out, he used to teach self-defense classes, and of course he fussed at me for letting me know where I lived on just the second date and all that.”
“I told you so!” Kayla crowed. She had offered to let him pick Lexie up and drop her off at her own house. But Lexie had insisted that she was okay with inviting him to her house.
“If we’d come back to your house, though,” Alexandra argued, “we wouldn’t have sat in the driveway talking for twenty-five minutes. And then, when I’d decided that all that at the bar was just to distract me from the pool game, he kissed me. Oh, Kayla… can he kiss. It was like, one second we were talking, the next I was swimming in those green eyes, and the next I just melted. He wasn’t pushy or mush-mouthed or anything, and he was in no hurry at all. It has to be one of the best kisses I’ve ever had. Or rather, best series of kisses,” Lexie corrected herself.
“And you didn’t invite him in after that?” The tone in Kayla’s voice was disbelieving. There had been many the discussion lately about how few men really knew how to kiss, no matter how skilled they might be in other endeavors. The current ruling was that men just didn’t understand how important the kissing was to setting up everything else. The girls had both decided they’d be willing to settle for a man who could kiss really well, even if it never went further than that. Well, for a while at least….
And Lexie had been tempted, at one point, to invite Ian in, second date or no. “But he didn’t give me the chance. When we finally came up for air, he got out and went around the car to let me out. He walked me to the door, kissed me once more, and left. Um, pretty much just like that.”
Kayla missed the uncertain finishing note in Lexie’s voice as she sighed, “Wow, that sounds so wonderful. So there's at least one guy in town who can kiss.” A note of jealousy entered Kayla’s voice, but she ruthlessly tamped it down. She was currently single too, and had been for several months. The two girls had supported each other all through the ups and downs of the dating game, and though they were always happy for one another, it was hard not to be just the tiniest bit jealous.
“So of course there's a third date coming, right?" Lexie admitted they hadn't exactly scheduled anything, but assumed there would be another date soon. "Are you gonna let him ‘get lucky’ then, Lex?”
“Kay, if he does everything as well as he kisses, I’ll consider myself lucky enough to call in for a sick day.”
“Or a sick week – lovesick,” teased Kayla. “But it is now midnight, so I’m gonna let you go. We’ll chat at lunch tomorrow, ‘kay?”
“You got it,” affirmed Lexie, hanging up. She knew that tomorrow’s brunch, at their usual restaurant, would be a revamp of the same conversation as tonight, in part. Kayla would pretend to be all jealous, and then the really cute waiter would come over and flirt with them. Maybe this time, she would talk Kayla into giving the poor man her phone number. He’d been hitting on them both every Sunday for what seemed like forever, but it was obvious to everyone that it was Kayla he really had the hots for. Obvious to everyone except Kayla, of course.
Now in just her bra and panties, she padded to the kitchen. “No way I’m going to sleep easily tonight,” she said to herself, grabbing a soda from the box in the fridge. She turned off the lights and locked up, retreating to the bedroom. Curling up at the end of the bed, she rubbed the ice-cold can over the feverished skin of her neck and shoulders. There was more she hadn’t told Kayla. Something she wasn’t sure her best friend would approve of, and she wasn’t sure how to take herself.
In between kissing her senseless in the car and kissing her goodnight at the door, Ian had made a confession to her. Or perhaps it should be termed a warning? The conversation had earlier turned, of course, to sex, the drinks she’d had loosening Alexandra’s tongue. She had said that she played rough, saying it in a sassy, flirtatious way. Ian’s eyes had flashed at the time, with a mischievous grin on his face.
But while they were kissing in the car, Ian had firmly wound his fingers into Alexandra’s hair and used the grip to gently pull her away from him. He held her there and waited until her eyes finally focused on him, then let go and said, very calmly, “I don’t want to mislead you about anything, Lexie, so I want to tell you something now. I’m into some stuff you might consider pretty kinky. If our relationship gets to the point of having sex, you're going to find my tastes… broader than what you’re used to.”
Lexie couldn’t just leave it at that, of course, so she had asked questions. Ian had avoided answering much, but had intimated that he would be much more demanding and possibly rougher than what she was used to. As she talked to him, she recognized that what he was saying was making her pretty excited. A pool of heat began to stir in her, and now her curiosity wasn’t the only thing aroused. But after a quick question-and-answer, he had escorted her to her door like an old-fashioned gentleman, and then taken off with just a mild peck on the lips.
Now Lexie was left considering everything Ian had said. She hadn’t been kidding when she told him she liked to play rough in the bedroom. The last guy she had dated was rough in the bedroom – gently tugging on her hair, swatting her occasionally, and regularly leaving enough red marks on her neck and shoulders to necessitate wearing a turtleneck the next day. And it had been some of the better sex she’d ever had. But as with everyone she’d ever been with, anything that would be considered ‘kinky’ by the more conservative (read ‘boring’) regular populace had been instigated by her own suggestion, and she had often gotten the feeling that her more interesting tastes were being more tolerated rather than encouraged by the men she'd been with. She craved certain things, but she really wanted them to occur because the man she was with wanted them too. And more than that, perhaps wanted them more.
Now Ian had quite matter-of-factly heard her tell him what she liked, and acted like her tastes were too mild to be considered kinky. He not only sounded like he would encourage her, but went so far as to ask if she was into particular activities. To her own surprise, Alexandra had answered more than a few of his questions by saying uncertainly, “I don’t know, I haven’t tried it.” But she wanted to try it, all of it, and just the idea of it had her panting with tension.
Jumping up, Lexie popped open the can of soda she had brought in with her and took a long swig. Setting it down, she quickly stripped off her panties and bra, tossing them casually toward the chair in the corner. She crawled to the far side of her bed, reaching toward the floor to open up her ‘toy box’ and pulling out a vibrating dildo. No way was she going to sleep tonight without a little help.
The fan in her room blew the air against her skin, wet where she’d rubbed the cold soda can. She could feel goose bumps appear all over, and she shivered deliciously, then laid back on the bed. The plastic ‘skin’ of the dildo was cold as she rubbed it on her inner thighs, which opened involuntarily. She teased herself, running the dildo over her mound ever so lightly and letting it bounce a bit, so that it only touched here, and here, and there. A sigh escaped her lips, turning into a soft moan.
Ian had told her that he was very dominant, and would expect her to submit to him. Just to try out the idea, she imagined to herself that he ordered her to fondle her own breasts. Out loud she said, “Yes, sir,” but broke up giggling. In her mind was a picture of her standing at attention, fondling her breasts with one hand while saluting with the other. She was pretty sure that giggling was not the approved response when given an order in that situation. She tried again, this time with “Yes, Master.” This time she was able to merely grin fiercely, and ran her free hand over one pebbled nipple, squeezing her breast gently.
Master indeed. Lexie knew she wasn’t naturally a follower of orders, but rather one who gave them. But that was in real life, not in the bedroom. She had always preferred to be the one ‘done to’ in bed, and not the one doing. She began rubbing the dildo more firmly over her lower lips now, still not opening them, but she could feel her back start to arch with sexual tension. With her free hand, she scratched a line down her stomach, the slight pain making her wiggle with pleasure.
She allowed her legs to open now. Spreading the lips of her labia tightly, letting the skin pull tight enough to sting, she bounced the end of the dildo lightly about, feeling herself jerk each time it landed and enjoying it. She took a second to turn the vibration up a notch, then touched the still-cool head to the access of her inner sanctuary. She gasped now for real, the cool synthetic burning her hot skin. Pushing the dildo in slowly for the first inch, she then thrust it in as deep as she could, feeling all her inner muscles clench around the object. She held it deep inside herself, slowly closing her legs together.
She lay still for a moment, legs now straight together, shivering with tightly-controlled excitement. She still held open the folds of skin over her clit, and now with her other hand freed of holding the dildo, she pinched the flesh around her clit firmly, rubbing it gently. Just as she felt the pressure rising, she repeated the words, “Yes, Master.” And with that, she plunged over the edge, crying out as her release overtook her. Sleep was not long in arriving after that.
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