"Dammit."
If nothing else, having Sienna in class made me a healthier eater. Every day I got an apple on my desk at the start of fourth hour, and if the hot blond in the front row didn't eat it during class while holding eye contact with me, another at the end of class. Fortunately, that was the extent of her out-of-the-norm behavior, and I hadn't gotten a repeat showing of her blond landing strip during my office hours.
Knowing my luck this week though, that was coming.
Thursday found me needing to hire a plumber for a constantly running toilet in one of the townhouses, renew my hunting license, and pay my quarterly property taxes.
And I realized that if I was going hunting again this winter, I should probably head up to my paren - MY cabin and get sighted in. Yeah I could call Bob - my nearest northern neighbor - to check the cabin, check the snow mobile, and sight in my hunting pistol, all for the cost of one of the bottles I kept in the cabins liquor cabinet, but I wanted to do it myself.
Dammit. I should probably reserve the Christmas shopping hotel too.
Too much to do.
I crunched on the apple and thought about how glad I was not to have to deal with inappropriate behavior from Sienna, as that would totally torpedo my week.
I'd looked the blond giraffe up, much as I could without being inappropriate myself. Mostly accelerated classes, and if her performance in my class was anything to go by, she was as smart as she was hot. Facebook was mostly locked, but I did get to see a few photos of her camping, and one old one of her with a boyfriend that looked like it had been in a national park during her teens. Her address resolved to a student housing dorm.
I sighed.
Tomorrow would be nice. The last day of the work week, then what sounded like an invitation to join Tori and Nina for some bdsm related fun. The thought of all the positions and arrangements we could possibly find ourselves sent electricity and blood coursing to inappropriate places and I sighed, took another bite of the apple.
Dammit.
I trudged up my sidewalk Friday night. Boring office hours - thankfully unlike last week - and then an even more interminably dull department meeting had kept me at work until dark. My stomach rumbled as I turned the key in the lock. Tori had given Nina permission to use my stall of the five car garage behind the row of townhouses, and I had to park outside. Probably have to scrape my windows tomorrow.
My kitchen was dark, and I flipped on some lights, slung my backpack over a chair, and headed out into the front porch to collect my mail.
Weird. There was a car parked in front of our row. The walks from each townhouses' porch led down to the curb, and parked between my house and Tori's was, given the lines, a mid nineties sedan. Dark, but by the light of the moon and streetlights, I could see the shape of a person in the drivers seat. I squinted, and could barely make our the outline of people in the backseat too.
The people across the street were probably having a party or something. Maybe they got lost. I shook my head and walked back in.
Bill, bill, Halloween card from my sister, ad, ad, ad. Bills went in one pile, the ads went in the recycling, and I read the card while I waited for my stew to heat. Generic message. I tossed it on the bill pile as a reminder to send her something equally generic back.
Kim had split for Alaska during my college years, following her now-husband up to the only place in America colder than our native Minnesota. She'd come back for our parents funeral, jetted back just before the last shovel of dirt had hit the coffins, and left me all the cleanup. And all the money. Despite her distance, she sent and expected a card at each major holiday, and I obliged, not wanting to cut off my last connection in the world that wasn't colleague, friend, or fuckbuddy.
Speaking of which...
I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked my texts. Tori had sent one during office hours, and I hadn't wanted to open what I expected was some homemade pornography on school property.
The pictures didn't disappoint.
Nina was an absolutely stunning Somalian woman who, if she hasn't escaped an abusive family by becoming a trauma nurse and moving out of a poverty blighted neighborhood, could've become a model. She kept a slim body by working sixty to eighty hours a week in one of Minneapolis's gun and knife club hospitals, and practicing a variety of martial arts in her off hours. Her muscular legs and taut torso led up to perfectly proportioned breasts, a long neck, and an angular face set with wide plump lips and large catlike eyes. Usually she straightened her frizzy brown hair, but the pictures showed me that tonight she'd dreadlocked it, probably for the class she and Tori were taking tomorrow.
Despite - or maybe because of - her incredible drive for success and personal power, Nina was incredibly submissive, even towards the twenty four year old Tori, who was two years her junior.
The pictures showed me that too.
One was of Nina tied down to the bed in the playroom, a large plug-in vibrator taped to her thigh, the head pulsing away at her bald, obviously wet snatch.
Another showed her tied to a heavy "massage" table of Tori's design, her hands and feet roped to hooks set in the legs, while a hinged, padded section in the middle was propped up to lift her ass, upon which rested a riding crop.
The final picture was a down-body shot of a nude Tori, showing Nina backed up on a dildo suction cupped to a full length mirror, her mouth filled by Tori's strap on.
It was gonna be a long, fun night.
I finished my stew, and while I was brushing my teeth, I checked the front window over my living room desk, peeking out through the blinds. The car was still parked out front. Weird.
I finished brushing my teeth, and made up my mind during a quick shower. Ok.
I opened the front door after getting redressed, and as soon as I did so, the car sped off, no headlights.
Even weirder.
I walked out into the cold, silent night, the moisture still on my neck and head stinging in the chill, my breath fogging in front of me. There didn't seem to be anything odd down by the curb, and across the street, the house was dark. Turning back, I marveled at my property. The three on the end were lit, Tori's bedroom was lit, and mine glowed from behind shades.
I owned this. Managed it. Yeah, I'd give anything to give it back to my parents and move back into my old apartment, but I'd done pretty well by myself.
My phone phone buzzed and I just about jumped out of my skin. Dammit. I hadn't realized how on edge I was.
It was text from Tori. "u cumming over? We need sum real" followed by an eggplant emoji.
"u know where the grocery store is" I sent back as I walked back in.
"funny fucker" she replied.
I checked to make sure the house was all locked up, and headed upstairs, my nerves buzzing with anticipation. They weren't in the playroom attic, and I stopped to gather a few condoms before opening Tori's door and entering her apartment.
I have a few strict rules about playtime. I'm straight, not knocking the way others are wired or choose to play, but it's not my cup of tea. I'll trust partners that Tori has vetted, because she is just as picky as me, but everyone else, I want to see an STD test or else I'm using condoms. And I won't finish unprotected in any pussy but Tori's. Not because I want kids with her - on the contrary - but because she doesn't want kids either and is super strict about taking her birth control... And I know if an accident were to happen and she were to get pregnant, raising a kid with her wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I trust her.
"Tori?" I called out as I headed down the stairs from her attic. "Nina?"
"Bedroom," Tori called back.
My house is bigger, kind of a master townhouse. My bathroom is on the ground level, with two bedrooms upstairs. The other townhouses all omit a second bedroom in the second level for a bathroom.
I learned against the door frame and admired the scene ahead of me. Tori had pulled a massive plush, high backed chair away from the covered window, and Nina was tied hands and feet to it. Her ankles were tied with black hemp rope to the exposed wooden feet of the chair, holding her legs widespread. Using the same strand of rope, Tori had tied Nina's hands together, and to the web work of rope running between the chair legs. The effect was to pull the gorgeous woman forward slightly, her hands secured slightly off the floor.
Tori was at this moment facing away from me, bent at the waist over her naked captive. Black nylons sheathed her legs, clipped by garters to open crotch panties that left her open and exposed from front to back. Obviously she'd been enjoying herself, her legs were slick and her pussy glistened with wetness.
Walking over, I ran my hand up Tori's ass, stroked her back. "Whatcha doing?"
