Casey's Senior Year

Casey's Senior Year

Chapter 6

I was getting ready to leave the weight room when Jerome walked in and over, in my direction. He was dressed out in gym cloths so I figured he had come in to lift.

He wasn't much for happy greetings or throwing smiles around for fun, so in a gruff voice, as he was grabbing a couple of plates, he said, "Mom says you can come for dinner but not over night. I did not tell her about learning new knots... she said a movie or game night would be nice."

"What day?"

Jerome looked at me with a blank face... there was a count of three and then life came back into his eyes. "Tonight. I have to take the bus today. I can show you the way."

"Yeah... we could go together."

"No. You have to follow me so you don't get lost. Don't be late to the bus. Corner of 5th and Garden right by the liquor store. 3:45... after school."

I closed my eyes and counted to 3 through one deep breath. "O.k. Jerome. I will see you then."

He did not respond, he had turned away and was focused on his bar. I left, showered and was smoking a cigarette in an alcove behind the gym just as the 4th period bell rang.

Miss Popejoy's heels clicked loudly on the concrete walkways, echoing off of the concrete walls, announcing her advancing arrival in plenty of time for those that cared to get away. I was exhaling when she rounded the corner.

"Mr. Dodd."

"Miss Popejoy..."

"You know that..."

"Yes... I know about the smoking rules."

"And yet you ..."

"Yes... I choose to ignore them."

"Report for detention..."

"Why are you wasting your breath. You know I won't."

"That is grounds to have you expelled."

"You do not need that, you could kick me at any point. Don't you have some good, studious students that are in need of your administrative skills? Why waste your time and mine?"

In a moment of weakness, or vulnerability, she answered, "Because you are not a waste of my time. I want to help you but you won't let me. You stubbornly insist on maintaining this aloof, better than this, tough guy persona that keeps you from realizing your whole potential. I just want to find a way to reach you, to help you use the tools available to advance yourself up and out of the shity situation that life has set you up in."

"You have no idea my situation in life... where I am... who I am." I stood up, dropped my butt and crushed it out. " I have something to do and I'm done with this."

She stomped her foot, causing her tits to giggle and bounce beneath the silk blouse tucked into her high-waisted slacks. "How can I help you if you won't let me, if you won't help yourself."

"Tell you what... if you really want to talk to me and get in my head, I will be in your office tomorrow morning 1 hour before school starts, and we can sit down and have a heart to heart. But wear a skirt for god's sake. It is criminal to cover up your legs with pants the way you do. You have great legs, you should let everyone appreciate what God gave you."

I turned and walked away before she could respond... but not before I saw her go from a feeling of partial victory, to a slight blush, back to outrage.

She muttered something about inappropriate comments and arrogant bastard... but I wasn't really paying attention anymore.

She finally hollered after me, "One hour tomorrow... my office."

Without looking up or back I threw a hand up to acknowledge that I had heard her.

I was waiting for Jerome when he arrived, a few minutes before the bus.

"Mom runs errands today so this is one of my regular bus days. We will have time to work on some knots before she comes home."

"Sounds like a plan."

"We can use the rope at home..."

"That's what I thought too... it's why I didn't bring any from home."

We had to change buses once, then walk half a mile to his house.

They lived well. A nice neighborhood, probably HOA patrolled to make sure weeds were pulled and bushes trimmed...

Jerome let himself in with a push code on the side door. We were secret sharers so he felt no need to hide his movements.

After pouring a couple of glasses of cold water he led me upstairs to his mother's room and showed me the container in her closet where they kept her "practice stuff". There were a couple of different colors of silk rope, coiled and ready. There were also cuffs and a collar, a belt with cuffs, and a leather hood.

"I don't know what most of that stuff is for or why she keeps it... I mean, the paddle at the bottom is for spanking, I know that one and the cuffs are for wrists..."

"Sounds like you don't like the cuffs..."

"Mom makes me use them sometimes but I like rope better."

"Then you, my friend are in luck... I can show you a real easy way to tie a set of cuffs from rope."

"Really Casey... that would be nice... I really don't like the shiny ones... they're cold and sometimes they pinch."

As he was putting the container back I asked, "Are these the only toys she has?"

"It's the only box I know of..."

We went back downstairs and sat on the living room floor. He showed me some of the simple knots he knew. I was in the middle of showing him how to wrap and trap, explaining how it works on the knees and elbows as well as the ankle, when his mom came home.

Long legs, slim waist, heavy tits and a very pretty face... all built for a beautiful bondage experience...

Jerome was not the worst student, but he was struggling with some of it. His head was bent in studious practice when she walked past us to the kitchen. She had stepped out of site before she reacted to what she thought she saw, then she backed up quickly and asked, "Jerome! What are you doing?!" there was a bit of panic because she recognized the silk rope and had no doubt where it came from and what the two of us might be doing.

I jumped up and in my best, non threatening voice and smile, held out my hand and said, "Hello Mrs. Robertson. I'm Casey, Jerome's friend from school."

She looked at me and stepped back once, then talked around me, "Jerome! Answer me!"

In a very frustrated voice he said, "Don't look mom... it's a secret. I can't tell you."

I stepped back and held both hands up in a nonthreatening surrender gesture, and said, "Mrs. Robertson, please, let me explain... Jerome asked for my help with something he is working on to give to you... let's sit down and let me explain..."

"It's time for you to leave, I'm sorry, Casey? I don't know what Jerome told you but I can assure..."

"Please, just a moment... and I will certainly be happy to go, just let me take a minute... at the kitchen table, while he works on this..."

She was not convinced, but she had raised Jerome, and knew he was concentrating hard on whatever he was doing... she knew that until he was finished, she would not get any kind of cooperation or answer.

She looked me up and down, saw my size and my smile, a combination that scared some people more than my glare... and took a breath.

"Really... just a minute to explain..."

She spun on her heels and parked her very shapely ass on a kitchen chair.

Before I followed I told Jerome, "Keep working on it and I will be right back."

He grunted at me, which was more acknowledgment than she had received.

I was talking as I was sitting down, my voice lowered... "Only a minute then I am gone if you want.

First, I'm Jerome's..."

"I know... Casey, from school. The only person he has ever called 'his friend from school', so that is why we are talking... what exactly, did he tell you!"

"I hope that you can keep a secret better than he can... because I know everything about what you do with him."

She stood, ready to bolt.

"Please sit down. I'm not here to blackmail you. I am Jerome's friend, not your enemy. I ask that you don't tell him that you know, because right now he trusts me and if he finds out that I told you, he won't trust me and it will cost him our friendship. Jerome is volatile, at times, and I don't want him to try to hurt me or you..."

"Jerome talks a lot about you... he says that the two of you have a lot in common. He says that he knows you are his friend because you are the only person that is not afraid of him but you like him and are nice to him anyway. That's why I said that he could have you over for dinner... but that does not explain the rope..."

"I am helping him with a surprise for your birthday."

"What!!!?"

"From the beginning... okay?"

She chewed her lip for a moment, wrung her hands... "Alright..."

"Good. I saw him looking at picture of you..."

"Oh my god!"

"Yes, he has snuck some pictures of you playing with rope."

She started up, but I put a hand out...

"Just a moment... please. No one else has stumbled on this because no one else would dare approach him the way I did. Everyone is way too scared of your son to do that." she sat back down, head in her hands...

He explained your concerns about being alone and vulnerable and that you wanted his help to practice escape... I don't judge..." she hung her head and blushed very deeply. "he told me that you had taught him some knots, but that he wanted to learn some and surprise you for your birthday." Her head came up with a questioning look.

"I have had some experience with 'Shibari'..." she recognized that word "and told him I could teach him something nice that he could add that you might enjoy." Again she blushed. Right now he is working on some wraps and cuffs, just basics, but he needs to know them, to build on. Oh... don't worry, I'm not going to teach him anything dangerous, he's too dangerous for his own good. I was going to show him a small transition weave that looks like a medallion, a kind of rosette."

I could see her breathing change. It was not a subtle change, though I don't think she was aware of how big a "tell" she had.

"I'll go make an excuse to Jerome now and leave, I don't want you to be the bad guy and have to kick me out..."

I got up to leave the kitchen but before I got two n steps away from the table, Jerome's mom said, "Wait... you... you don't have to go Casey. Let him do what he's doing, we can have some dinner..."

I went back out and worked with Jerome some more. After 15 minutes or so Jerome called out... "Mom! Can you help us out here?"

She came to the doorway, hair a little messed up from the process of cooking. "What is it honey? I'm cooking dinner..."

"I just need your help for a few minutes."

"Jerome..."

"Mom, please... my friend is here."

She paused, sighed, then smiled at her son and came to see what he wanted.

Jerome made room in front of himself, for her and said, "Kneel down and put your arms together in front of you..."

Before she could protest I said, "He is learning a hitch to tie two poles together so they strengthen each other. He tried to do it on my arms but then I can't help him..."

She looked from him to me, paused, then back to Jerome and held out her arms, wrist and elbows together. It pushed her bra clad tits together in a very seductive way. "Okay... but I have to go back and check on the stove so we can't take too long."

As soon as Jerome touched her skin with the rope, an involuntarily shiver took her whole body. It wasn't a seizure... it was one jolt of energy, but it showed the effects.

I only had to correct him about one thing, and did not reach out to touch her or the ropes. You could see that his mother was visibly working to control her reactions to being tied up, even just this little bit, in front of both of us.

I said, "Look Jerome, see how easily this can be used to run up to just above or below the elbows and do the same thing, that way you could secure the 'poles' at a second point." Touching her, even without a rope in my hand made her ekk out a small groan despite trying to hold it in.

"I see that Casey. We need to try that too."

Mrs. Robertson panicked, "No!... I mean no honey... I have to get back in the kitchen... it's almost time for dinner."

He started to argue, to try to convince her that she had to let him practice, but I said, "Hey Jerome... go ahead and untie the rope... I've another knot I want to show you that will help and I just thought of another way for you to practice."

He huffed and his eyes got narrow... he was winding himself up to insist but mom knew him well. "Jerome... honey... untie me now so that I can finish dinner for you and Casey... we don't want dinner to burn do we? And I will let you practice on me more after dinner, after your friend goes home."

Jerome gulped air twice, trying to center himself and stay controlled and reasonable. Then his fingers began working the knots. "Alright mom... later... practice later."

She was shaky getting to her feet... but she managed and went to the kitchen.

I took the rope and had Jerome sit on the floor with his legs out straight, then I did the cuffs knot on his ankles, explaining as I did. "You have this one down good now, so you need to practice bringing it up the legs. Tie one just below your knees and then once more just above them."

I walked him through the cinch, building on what he had already learned. He got it correct once and then I had him go above the knee. "Practice this twice and then I will show you the present knot, the one for her birthday, while she cleans up after dinner."

Jerome was enthusiastic, success so soon was a new thing for him, but he was motivated and concentrating.

"Thanks Casey... I really like this." He paused as something made its way through his thoughts. "I think mom likes you... she doesn't like many of the kids at school... but she hasn't tried to make you leave yet... I think she wants us to be friends."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah! It means that maybe you can come back again."

"I would like that buddy..." Jerome stopped his movements, looked up at me, away from his knots. "I would like that too Casey. I would like that too."

He went back to the knots and I stood up saying, "I'm going to go check on your mom... see if she needs help with setting the table or something."

Concentrating again, Jerome just nodded.

Jerome's mom was standing at the counter, facing the cabinets, both hands palms on the counter top. She was breathing hard, berating herself, under her breath, for being so weak...

I grabbed a dish towel from a door handle and walked up beside her. She saw me and turned towards me, one hand grasping the front of her open and unbuttoned blouse, the other, palm out as if keeping me at bay.

She was mumbling, not making clear sentences, stepping back a half step for every two full steps I took towards her. It was a perfunctory protest, weakly delivered, no real meaning behind it.

I moved quickly, deliberately, but without violence or malevolence. The hand that was out, I took by the wrist and placed one corner of the towel in her hand. "hold that, don't let go." She was not really protesting at this point, she was mewling... caving in on herself. She offered me the other hand on her own, and I pulled her up to keep her from sinking to the floor. Her blouse was open, her lace bra a beautiful accent to her very full breasts.

I did a quick figure 8 with the towel, pulling both wrists together, went between the wrists once then, holding her hands up to a cupboard door, fed the running end through the handle, pulled it up tight and placed it in her other hand, so that she had full control over her bindings.

"Hold these... don't let go... understand?"

She nodded, then managed a breathy, "What about Jerome?"

"Jerome is busy, occupied..." I ran my hand up from her breast bone to her neck, then put a small squeeze at her throat. "You just have to be mindful that you don't make too much noise..." she nodded again, eyes wide, nostrils flaring.

I let my hands roam, front and back. Squeezing her breasts, rubbing her already hard nipples, caressing her tight stomach. I let my fingertips play at the upper edge of her panties. Her breathing was full of gasps and panting, gulping and moans. Please was a common word. While I was teasing her front with one hand, the other was in her hair, making her feel more controlled. She hung the weight of her arms on the towel, her knuckles white with the effort to not let go.

I whispered in her ear, explaining how I was enjoying her, what a nasty, naughty girls she was... she protested, agreed, ran the gamete of emotions, all while getting more and more excited. I squeezed her tit roughly then reestablished my grip on her throat before releasing her hair. My free hand went down her back then grabbed her ass, mauling both cheeks. She pushed her hips out, spread her legs... her skirt was not too short, so both hands were needed to get the hem up over her hips. I dug my fingertips in raking across flesh, leaving welts without scratching... then, with a quick movement, pulled her panties down leaving her ass bare. She flinched but then recovered and pushed out again as my hand caressed and my fingers dipped, running along her very wet lips.

"There is so much that we don't have time for tonight... but you can be sure, I will come back and make time... this ass is so spankable," I slipped two fingers into her slit, dipping them to the second knuckle. "... I want to drive my steel deep and fill you to the brim. I can spend uninterrupted hours with you, pushing you to the edge over and over, but tonight... all we get is a taste."

She was doing her best to be quiet, while dancing on her toes, wiggling her ass, bouncing her titties, clenching her thighs. She had been primed so it was easy to bring her to a very quick, but satisfying climax. Through it all, she held the ends of the towel tightly, holding herself captive while I played.

I licked her cum from one finger, held the other one up to her lips, which she opened and sucked it clean. I patted her ass and whispered, "After Jerome ties you up tonight, I want you to you to jack him off yourself... don't make him do it." My hand went back around her throat, choking off the coming protest. "have him take a picture of you with his cum on your face and tits. Don't tell him you know about anything else... don't disappoint me. Do what I tell you." She nodded her submission. "Good girl. Now, let's get dinner on the table..." I slapped her still bare ass, enough to illicit a small yelp, not enough to carry either into the next room.

Jerome was in the process of undoing the ropes, very happy with himself, and excitingly exclaimed, "Casey! Did it! I got it twice, all the way like you showed me!"

"Great Jerome. Your mom says it will be a few more minutes... start from the beginning and show me."

He went through it slowly and deliberately, sure of his movements. I praised his hard work and excellent job, then, untied we walked into the kitchen where Jerome, the guy that does not like to be touched, put his hand on my shoulder, and announced with a great big smile, "I hope you cooked lots of food... my friend and I, we have worked up a big appetite."

Dinner was a little awkward... not that Jerome noticed. He was excited and almost spoiled his surprise a couple of times in his enthusiasm. Normally I think his mom would have noticed, but she was having her own issues. She tried to enter in with Jerome in his excitement but then she would get hit with guilt, and could not make eye contact with me. At other points she could not stop looking at me, pleading, with her, I would assume, normally, very effective, puppy dog eyes, wanting me to give her reassurance that there was more to come tonight.

True to his word, Jerome and I had several portions each, while his mother, a very good cook, picked at her plate.

"Mom! That was sooo good." Jerome pushed his plate away.

His mom was looking at me as I shoveled the last bites in my mouth.

"Mom... mom!"

He startled her out of the fugue she was in.