Caitlyn was Alexandra and Brian’s neighbour – a perky blonde in her late 20s. Alex had met her while walking the dog and invited her for a barbeque dinner in the weekend. Brian guessed that Alex had a reason; the cute woman who turned up to dinner confirmed that guess.
Alex had a ‘thing’ for blonde women (with some notable brunette exceptions) and Caitlyn certainly fitted the bill. Her hair was a gush of shoulder-length gold; she had an ever so slightly askew smile and her lightly freckled button nose matched her little-girl laugh. She and Alex were of similar build, cuddly and curvaceous figure without being overweight, with Caitlyn being a little taller.
Brian was a large man — easily over six feet tall, and a little overweight, although he swore he was working on that. Most people noticed his smile and brilliant green eyes, and a special few had experienced his kissing and large hands. Alex was a study in comparison: busty, short and curvy, piercing blue eyes and curly brunette hair falling to below her shoulders.
Over the summer, the three became close friends, and would often spend an evening enjoying a glass or two of wine with some great conversation.
The conversation of late had become a little explicit, partially due to Caitlyn’s frustration with the dating scene. While Brian couldn’t help but feel for her but a few words of solicitude and the occasional hug were about all he could constructively offer.
Alex, on the other hand, had fun helping Caitlyn construct wild schemes on how to seduce the ‘perfect man’. Had Brian been the man in question, he certainly would have enjoyed some of those plans. He also enjoyed Caitlyn’s frequent comments like “Well, I could always borrow Brian, he’s perfect.”
Alex and Brian had a passionate relationship, and she had no doubts about Brian’s affections. Not a jealous or possessive person anyway, she took Caitlyn’s sideways hints and covert flirting good-naturedly. From what Brian had noticed, she was far too intent on her own enjoyment of Caitlyn to be too concerned.
This particular evening, Caitlyn was discussing the various imperfections of her latest dating failure, with Brian supplying frequent refills to Caitlyn’s glass as consolation. “I miss sex,” Caitlyn was complaining. “I’d give up completely, but I need some intimacy.”
“Sex is important,” Alex pronounced. “Great sex, amazing sex — life’s not the same without it.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever had ‘amazing’ sex,” Caitlyn muttered, and then laughed to cover her admission. “Well, it’s true. I need sex, but it always seems to be disappointing somehow.”
“Well, people do grow into their sexuality. I know I did, though I was a bit of a late starter. It wasn’t until I hit my thirties that I knew enough about myself to explore what sex could really offer. So don’t worry, there’s hope for you yet,” Brian called from the kitchen, putting away the wine bottle. He avoided supplying details of exactly what it was he had explored — no need to scare the poor woman.
“So what’s missing? What do you think would make sex ‘amazing’ for you?” Alex asked.
Brian returned to the living room and sat in the armchair, next to the couch on which Alex was sprawled. Caitlyn was following his not-quite-sober progress from the floor.
“I don’t know it’s like I always have to think of what to do next, when all I really want is for it just to happen, to be totally swept off my feet and ravished.”
“Do you mean like a princess, with a knight in shining armour, come to carry her off and worship her?” Obviously, Alex had decided she needed some in-depth knowledge of Caitlyn’s fantasy life.
“Well, being carried off appeals. But I think I want someone I could worship, rather than someone to worship me.”
That caught Brian’s attention. “You mean you want to be dominated?”
“Well, I guess so. I want a lover who knows exactly what he is doing with me, anyway. Someone who can make me experience ecstasy, turn me into jelly. Not someone who I have to drag into bed.”
“Sounds to me you may be a little submissive.” Alex laughed at Brian’s pronouncement.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” Caitlyn looked at Brian quizzically, obviously expecting some explanation of what ‘submissive’ meant.
Brian paused to think, not wanting to scare her or ruin a friendship that Alex enjoyed. Instead of answering, he looked at Alex, and tried to catch her eye. “Shall I tell her?”
Alex was looking a little concerned, and Caitlyn looked from Brian to Alex and back again. “Tell me what? Come on Brian, I’ve been confessing here, I’m sure you can return the favour.”
“Well, it could scare you off, Caitlyn, and Alex and I both enjoy your friendship.”
“Oh don’t be silly!” Caitlyn leapt up from the floor where she’d been sitting next to Alex, and plonked herself on Brian’s lap, throwing her arm around his neck. “Come on, tell me. I promise I won’t run off screaming.”
Alex laughed. “Tell her before she does something serious!”
Brian paused for dramatic effect. “Well, I don’t know… having her do something ‘serious’ sounds like fun!”
Caitlyn rose to the bait, kissing him hard. Then she looked at him directly, and made her best ‘little girl’ face, batting her eyelids. “Please tell me, Brian? Please?”
Brian sighed — it was make-or-break time. “Caitlyn, one of the things I discovered about myself five years ago is that I enjoy being dominant. I enjoy owning and using women sexually. I love being able to capture their minds, make them bow to my will, and use them for whatever sexual purpose I desire.”
He paused again, waiting for some reaction. Caitlyn stayed firmly seated in his lap and was not even reacting to the predictable effect that her firm butt was having on him.
“My experiments led me into ‘BDSM’ — bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism. I’m not really into the whips and chains, or inflicting or receiving serious pain but I do like to have a squirming woman over my lap to spank and fuck.”
“Oh,” said Caitlyn finally. After a while, she turned back to Alex. “You let Brian do that to you?”
Alex laughed again. “Fuck no! Not unless he wants me telling him exactly where to go!”
“So you did this before you met Alex? But I thought you guys had been together for years!”
“We have,” Brian replied. “Six years now.”
“But then how did you?” Some light began to dawn and her face took on a disapproving expression. “Oh, you mean you’ve been fucking around with other women?”
“Well, I suppose you could put it that way.”
She smacked Brian hard on the knee and turned back to Alex. “And you let him do that? Doesn’t it piss you off?”
Alex was still laughing softly, making the most of the teasing that Caitlyn didn’t realise she was the target of. “No honey, it doesn’t piss me off. I enjoy it.”
