The thoughts still possessed her. Over a simple noodle salad with her date that evening, she reminisced of the previous night's dream. Curled toes in orgasmic delight, she owned her lover, taking each other to stellar levels of ecstasy. The things she did in that dream, they did, seemed so taboo, almost evil - yet completely correct. Essential even.
Yet it burned within her to make it happen.
Perhaps tonight, finally, would be her night?
The connection between Monica and Steven was becoming all the more apparent the more time they spent together. As they took in the nightlife that evening, a sensation continued to bubble in her of a happiness she had so longed for, yet seemed so distant.
Monica was your typical `other crowd' college student. With a penchant for oddities and her prevalent shy nature, she was a loner on campus compared to the competition of young, available peers. Her average build and complexion didn't offer many advantages. Being somewhat artsy and mysterious, she soon fell into the Goth crowd, compelled by its dark nature, although never quite fully integrated into it. She was quickly labeled a freak for her strange outfits, unusual jewelry, dark makeup and her short, flat and straight jet-black hair.
Such was Monica's life her first two years in college. Her rebellious yet reserved on-my-own outlook had now lost its charm. Realizing she was close to being halfway through her college years - still without a boyfriend, she tried an online dating service. Soon enough, she received several hits from various men around campus.
She found, however, that their alluring online presence quickly turned sour in real-life. The first guy she dated thought her dark demeanor was a gimmick. When he realized it was who she was, he quickly distanced himself. Her second suitor had the healthy, well-built physical look that would make any woman take notice. But after an awkward first date, ending with him trying to get Monica in bed for some 'freak-sex', she cut him off as a basket case.
Similar dating-disasters continued throughout the summer, with the Fall semester looming over the horizon. Frustrated with the whole online experience, and was about to give up when she read Steven's online description. Figuring she could give it one more shot, she agreed to a date.
Steven looked more and more like the man she was looking for. His online photo wasn't as alluring as others; he sported a prep-ish look with an above average build, though hardly as fit and muscular as she would hope for. He was active - playing intramural soccer over the summer - and had an internship with a company near campus. When they first met, neither was too sure the other was really their type. As time progressed and they pressed on trying to get a working relationship, they found a bond growing between them.
Despite their different backgrounds and tastes, they soon found themselves going steady, enjoying a one month anniversary out on the town.
As the night dwindled down and inebriated party-goers started teaming the streets, the two decided to wind the night down themselves, heading back to her apartment. Along the way, Monica's magical sensation continued to stir within her. She felt somewhat intimidated by it. She had never felt this strong a drive arise in her before.
At the doorstep of her apartment, they turned to each other, still holding hands.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, Monica," Steven started, staring intently into her eyes.
"So did I." She replied in kind. They slowly moved into each other, embracing each other passionately. Their hands moved about the sides of each other's faces as they kissed, tenderly caressing the other's being.
The sensation inside Monica continued to stir within her, growing stronger with his touch. She had been hiding it all night, still playing her dark persona. But she couldn't deny her feelings much longer. As their kiss broke up she placed both hands on Steven's face, looking intently back into his eyes.
Lifting an eyebrow, she asked softly, "Would you like to come in?"
On entering her apartment, they engaged each other once again, ripping into each other more passionately than before, hands running through each others hair, caressing each other's bodies as they moved closer together. Thoughts of uninhibited lust and desire crept through her skin, fighting her conviction that Steven wasn't really her type, that she didn't want to move this far quite yet. When she felt his member hardening through their garments as they continued in their embrace, her inhibitions gave way.
Monica kicked the door closed behind her, as the couple stumbled in a lustful frenzy to her bedroom. Breaking away from the passion, she quickly closed and locked the bedroom door behind her, the moonlight crackling through the window-blinds their only guide. A look of wild perversion possessed her usually inexpressive face, that of a tigress ready to pounce, taking the time to savor the look of shock on her unsuspecting prey. Her bubbling desires overcame her, she was now on a mission to fulfill them.
Steve could only reinforce his already present grin.
A moment of silence passed as they looked into each other.
A release of laughter broke the tension between them, as Steven took a seat on her bed. Monica softened her poise somewhat, still possessing the look of a lust-starved woman.
"So, uh, do you wanna do it?" Steven lightly chuckled for his lack of better words, nodding her next to him on the bed.
Monica so wanted to, but she didn't want his first taste of her to be a "wham, bam, thank-you ma'am" experience. Her expectation of desire would scare away the typical alpha-male, she thought. Still, Steven wasn't the typical `alpha-male'.
The flame still burnt within her - yes, he would be the one to finally pleasure her.
"Yesss," she replied, walking slowly towards him with a cat-like bounce. "But I don't know ... my ideas of doing it are probably, different than yours. I don't know if you're up for handling me."
"Hmm Hmm. Well, I'm always up for trying out new things, so long as it won't, you know..., leave a scar."
"Ooohhh...," she replied, circling her eyes about in her play-like manner. She teasingly tapped dark-purple fingernails on his chest, replying in her best, soft, seductive voice, "Not unless you want me to."
"Ho Ho Ho!" he laughed, now resting himself on the bed. He watched as Monica turned around, making her way to the dresser. Opening a drawer, she turned to ask, "Do you think that you could take your shirt off?"
She pulled some items out of her drawer, while Steven pulled off her shirt, falling back onto the bed with both hands behind his head. Monica was now walking back, holding a lover's blindfold with her. She stopped next to the nightstand, lighting a concave crimson candle.
In the glow of the candlelight, she took off her black shoulder-strap top. She followed by unbuttoning and pulling down her skirt, before finally unstrapping her bra. Holding the blindfold and bra in hand, Monica ran her hands from her sides to her breasts, cupping them from underneath, admiring their simplicity in the flickering light. She wasn't blessed with great breasts, but they weren't flat either. And she knew how to properly tease a man with them, she gleefully reminded herself.
Facing the candle's glow, she turned to face her lover. Holding up the blindfold with a smile, she asked, "Are you ready?"
"I, I guess," he replied, with a chuckle.
With her feminine, silky presence, she climbed up next to Steven on the bed. Across his chest, she straddled him with her legs. Smiling, she reached over and placed the blindfold around his head. Secured, she lowered herself down to kiss him.
"Mmmm..."
Steven's hands moved up to feel her thighs, their soft, silky smoothness inviting to him. He would slowly move them to her breasts, but Monica had other plans. She broke their kiss, her body still atop his chest. "Could you, move your hands behind your head?" she asked, reaching over to the nightstand drawer.
"Uh, ok" he replied, while Monica carefully pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer. She was careful not to rattle them, going to lengths to keep her true intentions a secret.
Putting her weight back onto him, holding the cuffs with both hands, she leaned over him. As she prepared to put the first cuff around his wrist, she sighed softly into his ear.
Click!
"Wha, uhh, hey, what's go..." Steven began to say, startled.
But before any objections could be made, still whispering into his ear, she cooed, "Mmmm, trust me on this, ok baby?"
As she spoke, she wrapped the chains of the handcuffs behind one of the bed's posts, around and back to the other bar. Before Steven could even reply, the other cuff had snapped itself shut.
Steven's mind was awash with thoughts of betrayal and panic. Here he was, blindfolded and handcuffed to her bed, his arms and upper body restrained. Thoughts of thrashing around in protest crossed his mind, but special feelings for her persisted in him. She promised no physical harm, and he still trusted her. His horny, untouched desire to explore kept him going with her little game.
With another meow of delight, Monica kissed him on his forehead, working her way down to his right cheek. Steve tried to return with a kiss to the lips, but she was expecting it, and dodged it. "Ah ah ah, you naughty boy," she spoke in her still playful voice, "You must be patient..."
She continued to kiss him down his body with her small, soft, wet kisses, leaving faded marks of her violet lipstick along the way. She worked down the middle of his chest, moving her hips over his growing erection and down to his feet, until her mouth reached the base of his khakis.
