Author's Note:
This is NOT the kind of Part 3 that is designed to stand alone. You will be very lost without having read Parts 1 and 2.
I'm a dreamer, as I'm sure many of you Literotica readers are too. This story was born out of a daydream about two women who are brought into the world of BDSM dramatically differently. Ignore the Warning Label has changed a lot since that first fantasy, but it was always meant to be two people's story.
This part alternates between Devyn's and Vivian's point of view and narrative voice. All the first-person perspective is Devyn and all the third-person is Vivian.
Many thanks to EGRI and another reader who preferred to remain anonymous for all their feedback and edits. They're both awesome! EGRI also went back and was instrumental in cleaning up Parts 1 and 2, and deserves a special round of applause for that.
Nearly every author says something about welcoming all comments and feedback. Three installments in, I'm really starting to understand why. Your words back to me are hugely impactful. Your kind words motivate me to keep writing and your criticism both inspires me and guides me in improving.
Thank you for continuing to read.
*****
Days and weeks passed by in a flash of romantic adventures. Many things were changing for Malcolm and me. Malcolm's school year ended, and he started working as a summer intern at a law firm. It was consuming an absurd amount of his time with dry reading and summary reporting. The pay was good for an internship, but it probably worked out to less than minimum wage with all the hours they made him read.
My friends circle was expanding as I was introduced fully into Malcolm's kinky circle, and I was very surprised to find myself popular among them. I hadn't had a very active social life since I left college, so it was nice to interact with people other than my coworkers and screen names on the internet.
Every weekend since our first date had been a new adventure, both in and out of the bedroom. I suspected that Malcolm was surviving on more caffeine than sleep during the week in order to keep his weekends free for us. Our next adventure was set to begin soon!
In his dominant role, Malcolm had been the chief architect of most of our dates. Today was the first time I'd taken the lead planning something special for us. Well, Nicole and I both had planned the activity for the group, but then the bedroom fun afterward was all me. I'd been filled with excitement arranging the details, but now that the day was here, I was nervous. After all, it isn't every day that you drop your first L-bomb on your life long best friend.
In typical young nerd fashion, we were killing time beforehand with video games.
"Widowmaker top left platform. WIDOW TOP LEFT!" There was a burst of sound and a curse from Malcolm.
"I thought you said this was the easiest character! I keep dying!"
Vivian and I laughed, "You keep standing still in the middle of the field! Of course the sniper is going to eat you alive."
"But you told me I'm supposed to hang back with Mercy," Malcolm complained, grumbling, "I never got so punished in League."
I smiled. Malcolm, who was usually good at everything he tried, had finally found something he wasn't a natural at. We usually played League of Legends together, but Vivian had persuaded me to give Overwatch a try and it was fun. I wasn't very good yet, but Vivian was a pro. With Malcolm and I dragging our ratings down, she probably could have escorted the payload to the final destination 1v6 regardless of what the rest of us did. She was a blur running circles around everybody on Tracer, keeping up a steady stream of encouragement and tips for us.
"Mercy can fly, you know," she said, "you can zip between teammates like Lee Sin in League."
"That would have been great to know two hours ago!"
"We assumed you did know!" Vivian laughed. "You were saying she looks like an angel with her wings! Aren't those a giveaway?"
Malcolm tried it, flying up to where our Pharah soared raining rockets down on the enemy. He hovered with her, slowly gliding downward. "Why can't I keep going up?"
"She's just like Lee Sin, you need somebody to jump to."
"But this isn't flying! This is falling but slower!" We all laughed together as he hovered in the air like a big juicy target and Widowmaker easily picked him off again.
"Keep jumping around," I suggested, "like Tracer, it makes you much harder to hit."
The banter continued, Malcolm now hiding deep in the shadows at all times while our new friend easily carried our relative dead weight to victory.
"Kidding aside, you guys are improving quickly," Vivian told us encouragingly. "Your aim is getting much better and you're learning your way around all the maps."
Vivian. When her name first came up at the chocolate bar during our first date seven weeks ago, I'd been focused on Malcolm's reaction to the general topic of bad relationships. Jeff had talked about Vivian's sister Susan wanting to show her to a more positive outlook on her sexual interests. We hadn't found out what Susan meant by that yet, but Malcolm and I both liked Vivian the second we met her.
We met at one of the munches Jeff and Natalie organized for their upcoming play party. It's probably a testament to my porn-based sex education that I'd never heard of a munch before. I could name every implement and kinky outfit Kink.com ever used, identify every vibrator ever made, and pick a ton of models out of a lineup of naked tits or cocks. But munches? I thought those were just snacks for stoners.
I'd been told that it was going to be a casual event to meet people and socialize, nothing kinky or sexual about it, but I was still nervous. Jeff and Natalie had a pretty established circle of friends, and new invitees were typically the close friends of existing members. I had Malcolm and Nicole to vouch for me and Vivian had her sister, but we were the only two new faces among two dozen people who all knew each other well.
Vivian looked exactly like I felt, like a deer in the headlights who had absolutely no idea what to wear to a gathering of BDSM practitioners and was very relieved to not be out of place in jeans. Everybody was very welcoming, but being the center of so many people's attention was a little overwhelming. We ended up gravitating to each other for mutual protection.
We bonded over our excellent taste in sports. It was the summer of 2018, and we were the only ones in a conversation of alleged "basketball fans" who had seen the most exciting games of the recent March Madness tournament. The women's Final Four. Nothing in the men's bracket came anywhere close. Malcolm had to stifle a grin watching my reaction when Vivian confessed to being a savage rooting for the wrong side of the UConn vs. Notre Dame game. '
I guess actually going to the University of Connecticut is a reasonable enough excuse. Barely.
