I was shocked to get a text from Kaysie last night. "Hey mike meet me outback behind the gym before class tmr morning." Kaysie was the most popular girl in school. She was a three sport athlete and the star the softball, field hockey and soccer teams. She certainly had no shortage of guys interested in her, with raven black hair, beautiful blue eyes and obviously fit body, she was most guys' dream.
In other words, nothing like me. I was kind of a dork with a very small social circle. I always focused more on school than my social life. I didn't play any sports past age fifteen. I had dated only one girl in my life until she left me for a star football player. I met Kaysie sophomore year of high school and I thought she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Here we are, four years later and she just found out I exist a few weeks ago. We were assigned to work together on a project that we had turned in a week and a half earlier. The project was the only reason she knew who I was and I had her number. But what does she want now?
This is a prank, I tell myself looking at the message. I look at it again in the morning to make sure I hadn't imagined it. I know she just wants to make me into a joke for her and her girlfriends.
But here I am. Walking to the back of the school to meet my longtime crush, positive that this is going to be a mistake I'll regret.
"Kaysie?" I approach her.
"Hi Mike. I know you're probably confused about this."
"This... um.. is a little awkward for me," is she... blushing? What does she have to be nervous about?
"What is?"
"You really saved my ass on that project. I know I didn't really contribute anything to it but I still got credit for what was mostly your work. So I wanna make it up to you."
"What did you have in mind." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't extremely curious as to where she was going with this.
"Well, when I was over last Tuesday night I accidentally opened your search history." My breath catches in my throat. "I thought maybe you'd like it if I did some of those things to you."
"What are you talking about?" I have to play this off. I can't let her go tell people about this.
"You don't have to play dumb. I promise there's no camera here."
"I have no idea what you're talking about right now."
"Domination. Chastity. Bondage. Denial. Do you want me to go on?" She speaks quietly, trying to not draw any attention to us.
"No! That was a total invasion of my privacy."
"I know and I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"Why should I trust you?"
"I promise. This is just going to be between us. I won't do anything you don't consent to. If you say yes, you can still opt out at anytime - no questions asked and no hard feelings." I so desperately want this to be real but I know it isn't.
"What do you get out of it?"
"Well," she starts squirming "I developed a bit of a crush on you while working together."
"No you didn't. I'm not an idiot."
"I know this feels like it's a joke to you. Bu-"
"This is a joke. You could have any guy you want and yet I'm supposed to believe you picked me? Two weeks ago you couldn't have picked me out of a crowd. How am I not supposed to see this as a joke?"
"Mike. Please listen to me. I couldn't have any guy I want. My body could have any guy I want. But you're the first guy I've met in a long time that actually seemed to care about ME. When we were working together and I was upset, you didn't ignore my feelings. You treated me like a human being."
"Wait are you serious about this?"
"Yes. That's why I wanted to meet in private."
"I'm sorry Kaysie. I shouldn't have been so dismissive of what you said."
"It's ok. If I were you, I probably would've reacted the same way," she chuckles. "So do you want to do it?"
"Yes, but no one else will ever know or be involved in this."
She extends her arm "Pinkie promise." I accept and look at her. Unsure of what happens now.
"So, where do we start?" I ask.
"My place tonight?" she raises an eyebrow and smiles.
"Sure."
"8 pm. Don't be late." she kisses my cheek and walks away.
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8 pm finally arrives and I'm still not entirely sure this is real. I knock on her door and she opens it only a few seconds later.
"Nice to see you," she lets me in and shuts the door. We sit down on the couch and talk.
"So have you ever done anything like this before?" she asks.
"No. I've only read stuff but I have no idea what to actually expect with this."
"What are your hard or soft limits?"
"Humiliation and degradation are my only hard limits. I don't want you to emasculate me for having these fantasies and I don't want anyone else to know that we do this."
"I promise to respect those. Any others?"
"I don't like long term chastity and denial." She pats my shoulder. "And I've never been penetrated by anything. So don't force the largest plugs or strapons you can find in me."
She actually pulls my head onto her shoulder, strangely I think she's trying to comfort me. "I promise that I won't force anything in you without you knowing and consenting."
We just talk for a couple of hours, getting to know each other a little more before she softly runs her hand over the poorly concealed bulge in my pants. "I'm sorry Kay-" She puts her finger over my lips.
"It's ok Mike, that's what I invited you here for after all," she giggles. "Let's go to the bedroom."
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We both strip in her bedroom. I try to avoid staring at her heavenly body but it's difficult. I resort to starting at the floor and trying not to think about my own nudity. "You can look. Really it's ok" I slowly look up and just let my eyes wander over her body. "See anything you like?" she smiles approaching me.
"Everything," I barely breathe out.
She runs her hand over my chest and shoulders. "You can touch me too," I run my hands over her shoulders and down her back as she gives me a deep kiss.
