Jenny and James
By: Georgeanna Bingley
Copyright 2012; ISBN: 978-1-300-09278-0
Jenny was psyched; she'd gotten the promotion she had campaigned the last three months for, and she had to tell someone. It was no surprise that the lucky recipient of her good news would be James. They'd been best friends for almost 25 years - ever since an incident in the sandbox that Jenny couldn't even completely remember now. She was, after all, only three at the time. Some other kid had done something evil to Mr. Snuggles, and James had gone beyond merely rescuing him. He also insulted the bully before returning the toy cat to Jenny, thus endearing himself to her forever.
Over the years, mutual acquaintances had often asked why they didn't get together. Jenny had to agree that, in addition to their close friendship, she and James had undeniable chemistry. Yet the timing had simply never worked out right; it was rare that both she and James were single at the same time. Plus, while Jenny had often wondered what it would be like to go beyond their normal flirtation, she wasn't sure if she wanted to risk such a longstanding friendship to find out.
She walked into James' house, not bothering to knock first, and hollered for him to come downstairs and hear her good news. He came down, and after just a quick glance, said, "You got it; I can tell.” Giving her a quick hug, he added, “Congratulations, kid, you deserve it." She accepted his hug while rolling her eyes at the "kid" comment. He was three months older than her and for some reason, enjoyed teasing her about that. "Let me take you to celebrate," he said, "I just need to hop in the shower, and we'll go get you something fancy."
"Ok, can I use your computer? I want to email my mom." He nodded his assent, and she sat down and sent her mother a quick email. She heard the shower start up and decided to play on the internet. She started to type in an address when his autocomplete popped up; apparently he had a site saved under bondage.com. Curiosity got the better of her, so she clicked on it. There were lots of girls tied in different positions, and they all looked rather helpless. She wasn't really interested in the rope part, but their looks of fear (often mixed with arousal) were really affecting her.
Taking a quick moment to make sure the shower was still running, she clicked on favorites, and with insight that comes from knowing someone for decades she looked in the money folder. Sure enough, she'd found his porn stash. Besides bondage, he had a lot of links to S&M sites, and when she clicked on them she saw everything from light spankings to one poor girl with clothespins all over her and plenty of nasty-looking red welts to go with them. While she wasn't sure about experiencing that much pain, the thought of being scared while having sex was really intriguing. She ended up clicking on a photo of a girl that was bent over some sort of bench. Judging by the marks on her ass, she'd apparently just been whipped soundly, and the presumed whipper was now standing behind her. He had a hold of her hair with one hand and was turning her face so she could see him with her peripheral vision, but not directly. He was getting ready to penetrate her.
Jenny couldn't look away from the girl's captivating face. She only stopped when she heard a throat clearing behind her. She jumped up, clicked off the browser and turned to face a rather amused-looking James. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. Apparently he was going to pretend he didn't know what she was looking at. Feeling relieved, yet also disappointed, she nodded, and they headed to the restaurant.
James must have called ahead and pulled strings, because they were seated quickly. After ordering, Jenny tried to go through the motions as James chatted about her promotion and asked her questions about her new position, but all she could think about was that girl bent over the bench. Finally, after the appetizers had been eaten, James just said, "Look, you're obviously upset about what you saw on my computer.” Leaning forward, he added, “Is there anything I can say that will calm you down? You know I'm a good guy that respects women.”
"I know that. It's just...um,” Jenny squirmed a little, then decided to go for it and just ask, “Do you ever do stuff like that with the girls you date? Or is it just something you like to look at?"
James leaned in and said, "Yes, I do tie up girls that want me to. A lot of people are into bondage and S&M, and as long as it's consensual it can be fun."
"So you'd never force anyone to do that?"
"God, Jenny, no!" James sounded rather pissed. "Of course not; that would be so wrong. I only do this with willing girls, and why do you look upset about that?"
Caught off guard, she started blushing and just stared at the table. Finally, she looked up and found him looking at her, obviously waiting for an answer. Her eyes shot right back down, she took a deep breath, and, after stammering a time or two, she finally blurted out, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be forced to have sex, and I know it's wrong, and it's awful, and there's probably something wrong with me. I'm so sorry I accused you of being into that, because I know you, and I know you're not a rapist, and oh my god, I'm so sorry; I've just never told anyone this before...” Hanging her head she added, “Please don't tell anyone else how fucked up I am."
Valiantly struggling to not laugh James said, "Sweetie, you know I won't betray your confidence. That's actually a pretty common fantasy, and there's lots of good psychological reasons which I won't bother explaining, but fantasizing about that doesn't make you fucked up...at least not as fucked up as being 28 and still sleeping with a stuffed cat makes you.” Seeing her reaction, he chuckled and added, “Oh good, there's a smile; c'mon, let's get out of here before the chef thinks you're upset because you didn't like the food."
Safely back in the car, he continued, "There are actually a lot of people that are into 'play-rape' or ravishment. I like the latter term better; either way, one person forces another, but they've actually talked about it beforehand and set limits and, most importantly, a safeword. That way the 'victim' can stop the action if she needs to, but can still say 'no' and protest what's happening while the 'attacker' ignores her."
Jenny took a breath and asked if he'd ever done anything like that, and he said, "Yes, actually. It's really intense, but I love doing it. I work out with the girl ahead of time what she wants, and then I catch her off guard and do it. So far, every girl has loved it."
"Every girl? How often are you doing this?" Jenny asked, starting to get a little creeped out.
"Just five or six; not too many. I've dated a few girls that, while they were really into S&M, they had no desire to try this, and I would never push this on anyone. In fact, all the girls I've done it with brought it up to me; I never asked them to try it."
"Really, what did they say, 'James, will you pretend to rape me?' I can't imagine saying that."
"Then don't, sweetie. You can pick a different way to phrase it when you're ready to ask me."
"Oh, good," she said and then gasped, realizing what he'd said, and even worse, what her reaction implied. She glanced over him...fortunately he was watching the road...and tried to imagine what it would be like if he just pulled the car over and climbed on top of her, ignoring her protests. Oh, God, why was she getting turned on by this? What was wrong with her? He looked over at her as they stopped at a stop sign, and she suddenly just knew that he knew what she was thinking; he smirked at her, and then kept driving until they got back to his apartment.
"You want to come in?" he asked.
"No, I should probably get some sleep; big day tomorrow with the new promotion. I have to switch offices and meet new staff members and start working on the budget, and you know, other exciting things."
"Alrighty." He smiled and then said, "Can we still do our normal hug good bye or do you need to skip that?"
Laughing, she reached in and hugged him. She realized how safe she felt; she'd been huggin
g this guy for decades and it was so comfortable. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek and then, taking a deep breath, said, "I want to try it; and I want to try it with the man I trust the most, which would be you. So uhm, email me or something with what you think, 'cause I gotta go." And she ran to her car, got in and drove away quickly.
She got back to her apartment and checked her email. There was one from her mom congratulating her on the job, one from some guy that kept asking her out...shockingly, it was an email asking her out...and one offering to increase her penis size, but none from James. "Damn it!" Suddenly she felt like crying. She wasn't sure whether she was more upset at the possible loss of a lifelong friendship or if it was the fact that she wouldn't get to have her fantasy fulfilled. The fact she wasn't sure just upset her even more. She clicked on "Send/Receive" and was thrilled to hear the noise that indicated a new email had arrived. It was from him.
Jenny,
Now that you've had a little bit of time to think about what you asked me to do you may have decided to back out. If you have, that's fine; you know I'll still adore you :) Just stop reading this email and delete it. If you still want to pursue it, then carry on...
First, let me say I'm very honored that you chose to ask me to do this for you. I'm aware what a big step it is for you, and I intend to make it very enjoyable, indeed. From what we said before, it sounds as if you're not looking so much for pain as for a sense of having no control over what happens to you and your body, right?
Being pushed to the ground and forced to just take whatever happens to you is something that scares and arouses you. Thinking about my weight on you as you struggle, in vain, to get free is making you wet right now, isn't it, Jenny?
This is the next step for you to take to make this happen. Go ahead and masturbate and then write me back telling me you got off reading my lines. That'll be enough for me to have the "go ahead". Later we'll talk about limits and what your safeword will be.
‘Til then,
James
Jenny already had her hand between her legs before she ever read the part ordering her to masturbate. Realizing she was expected to write to him and tell him she'd done so made her face flush, yet at the same time she could feel an orgasm building up very, very quickly. A few minutes later she managed to type out:
James,
Thanks, I got off. Looking forward to talking more.
Jenny
She stayed up a while but there were no more emails, so eventually she went to bed. She was so aroused that she ended up grabbing a toy from her nightstand and having a few more orgasms before she was finally able to sleep.
The next day she went to work and started her new position. For most of the day she was so busy she was able to forget the night before, but at 4:00 she got an email from him at work. Before she even read it, she could feel her face getting red, partly from embarrassment but mostly from anger. What the hell was he thinking sending her an email like this at work? He knew her emails got scanned. She clicked on it and discovered it was a simple invitation for her and some mutual friends to all meet up after work Friday to hear some new band. Instead of relief, she found herself feeling disappointed again. "Ugh, this can't go on," she thought, "now, no matter what he does or doesn't do, I end up disappointed. Maybe I should just tell him to forget the whole thing." But then the thought of him on top of her with her unable to get away filled her with such desire that there was no way she could back out. She wrote back that the plan sounded good and carried on working.
Friday came and she decided to leave work a little early so she could go home and change before meeting everyone. When she got to her house James was waiting in the driveway. "You're so predictable," he smiled at her, "I knew you'd come here first. Let's go in." Seeing her look of apprehension, he said, "I swear you're safe with me today." After she'd opened the door though he suddenly added, "At least, you're safe from physical harm. C'mon I want to see something." Feeling apprehensive, she followed as he walked into her bedroom.
It was so weird. He'd been in her bedroom a million times before, but now there was all this tension. Said tension didn't leave when he sat on the bed and said, "So the other day you thought it was okay to go through my personal favorites online? You may have accidentally stumbled on one, but you visited a dozen sites of mine. Well, dear, I think it's only fair that I return the favor." With that, he opened up her nightstand drawer. "Hmm, the first thing I see is that you have a jumbo pack of AA batteries. Go through them rather quickly, huh?” Without waiting for an answer he pulled out her vibes and looked them over, then her dildo, which he commented on the size of. She really wanted to stop him, but she couldn't speak. She knew any second he was going to pull out her butt plug, and then he did. He suddenly gave her a delighted grin as he said, "I had no idea you liked anal, Jenny. How often do you use this?" When she didn't respond he said, in a tone she'd never heard from him before, "Tell me."
Keeping her eyes focused on the floor she muttered "Once a week or so, I guess. But it's a small one. I don't have much experience with anal sex; every time I've tried it, it hurt, and the guys seemed squeamish about it anyway."
"Would you like to try it again?"
Taking a deep breath she managed to make eye contact and said, "Yes."
"Good girl. Now let's go meet the gang at the bar; hurry up and change."
The next morning, she got up, checked her email, and found one from him. In a totally different tone from before, he told her she had homework and she needed to answer the attached questions. She looked at the list of questions, and saw that it was detailed about everything that could possibly happen in a scene - did she want light bondage, or none at all? Were there any names she definitely wanted to be called, any he should avoid? She couldn't believe how thorough it was, and while part of her thought it would ruin the element of surprise, she quickly realized it was nice to be able to flat out say that she definitely didn't want to be threatened with permanent damage and that she found it rather arousing to admit that being called a "dirty slut" was a turn-on. The last question was about forced sodomy (and she almost came just reading the word - it seemed so much kinkier than calling it anal sex) and, taking a deep breath she wrote "yes" to that one and sent it to him.
And then the waiting began. They met up Sunday for an already planned lunch and she was bursting with excitement the whole time, but when it was done he walked her home, gave her the usual hug and left. The whole week was like that; he acted like nothing was going on and she was super confused by it. She finally caved and sent him another email asking if he'd gotten the previous one, and almost immediately got a reply back that just said "Yep, calm down." The next night she figured something would finally happen. She even dressed up for him which she normally never did, but again nothing - just a quick "see ya" after he dropped her off, and he was gone.
He was gone, and she was pissed! She stomped through the house and opened the fridge apparently just to glare at the contents before slamming the door shut. A few minutes later her cell rang; she looked at the screen and it was James. She seriously considered not answering it, but finally picked up and said "What's up?"
"Hey, my car's making that noise again. I'm going to give it a few minutes and try again, but it’s cold; can I wait inside?"
"I guess," she said, very aware of how rude she sounded, but not caring. Fuck him and his stupid car. He probably thought it was hysterical how worked up she'd gotten over him. "The door's unlocked," she added and hung up the phone. Then she stomped over to the mirror in her hallway and tried to figure out why he wasn't interested in having sex with her.
He walked in as she was peering at her ass in the mirror. She saw him half-heartedly trying to cover up his grin, and she just snapped, "What!? What is so funny, James?"
"You are. Standing there...are you trying to decide if you ass looks merely great or spectacular in those pants? Cause I gotta vote spectacular."
"Very funny; you're a riot tonight. Although I'm
surprised you noticed; you've been ignoring me all week," she said. As she tried to walk by him, he blocking her path. Then he grabbed her arm.
"You're killing me, Jenny. Dressing like a tramp; trying to get me to notice you. Did it ever occur to you what might happen once you actually had my attention? You have it now. I think I'm going to spend quite a bit of time focused on you, in fact." She found herself pushed back into the wall, and then he swept her legs out from under her. She toppled over with him on top of her. He yanked her arms over her head and then pinned them using just one of his hands. She tried to squirm away, but he had her legs locked with his and she couldn't get any traction.
With his spare hand he jerked her shirt out of her pants and pulled it up past her bra. He then jerked her bra up to and then roughly grabbed her boobs. "I've known you all this time and you've never let me see your tits before. These are nice; you really should have shown them off earlier. How come you didn't?"
Before she could attempt an answer he twisted her nipple roughly. "Ow! That hurts; James, stop!"
"You stop," he whispered, "stop protesting, dirty slut. You know this is what you were after. You have a safeword; you're not using it, and you're not going to. You love this; now be a good girl and take what I give you," and then his hand was down her pants. He was rubbing at her in a way she hadn't been touched before. Instead of trying to get her aroused like guys normally did, he seemed to be more about exploring his new toy. He ignored her clit but squeezed her lips together. Just when she was thinking it couldn't get worse he whispered, "You are so wet for me. You must want this," and then he pressed his dick against her leg.
Even through his jeans she could tell he was huge. As if he read her thoughts, he said, "And I'm going to ram every inch of it inside you, but first..." and with that he pulled her up roughly so she was sitting in the hall with her hands still held over her head, "...I want you to make sure I'm as hard as I can be." Then, unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and forced it into her mouth.
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