Jett and I were lying in bed naked, our bodies pressed together. The makeup sex had gone wrong, but we made up for it and more. She loved me. The actual words were spoken.
And then more words were spoken.
She wanted to fuck Lisa.
"What? Did you--" I started.
"No," Jett said. "But I wanted to."
The admission made me wildly uncomfortable. Every moment Lisa was in my life was dangerous. Minutes ago Jett said she loved me. Now we were talking about Lisa.
I took a deep breath.
Jett pulled away, turned and faced me. I could watch her eyes while she spoke. Maybe she wanted to gage my reaction.
Who was I to judge? Maybe Jett wanted to fuck Lisa after their photoshoot, but I was the one who actually did it. The fleeting sense of overwhelming safety and peace was washed away on a tide of guilt.
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
Jett stared at me, hazel eyes questioning.
"That's not..." Jett said. "What I meant was, I'm sorry. You were right."
"It's okay," I said. "I want to understand. I'm not judging."
I didn't know if that was true, but I couldn't let this go. Things were always so weird between the two of them, between us. I was navigating dark water, and I needed light.
"It took me a while to figure it out. I don't really find her attractive, not girls in general. It was the whipping. The crop. That was what got me, what turned me on," she purred.
"So you want to try it?" I asked. Our first step in to bondage had gone wrong. The cuts on her wrists made me uncomfortable. I didn't want any more of that in my life, but I would also do anything for her.
"Yeah, but not me," Jett said. "Her..."
Jett paused, trying to think through what had happened, to find the part that grabbed her.
"I liked when she was tied down, and not just whipping her. We didn't really do it, sort of faked it, but I liked the moment, where she was hurting and writhing in pain and then it changed, became... hot. She liked it, the pain, and I liked it when her pain became something else."
My heart was racing again. I could process her words, but I couldn't understand them. Getting turned on by pain... No, that wasn't what Jett was saying, not that exactly.
She was turned on by that moment of transformation.
"Like your paintings," I said. It was a theme running through most of her work. Fear and pain transformed.
Jett took a second to connect my words to her feelings to her art.
Then her face lit up, her nervous smile turned radiant, finding something she didn't realize was missing, but was critically important.
"Yes!" she said.
Her eyes darted back and forth with mine. She kissed me, exuberant.
"That's not exactly it but yeah. That's it. That's the thing I was looking for, putting that moment on canvas, capturing it, freezing it. Transformation," she said.
Jett looked so happy. Material gifts had always bounced off her. The gifts that landed best had always been my words.
"Jesus," she said. "I need to go."
"Why?" I asked.
"Paint. I need to... this moment," she was out of bed, looking for her clothes. I saw my cum on her thighs. "Fuck I don't have any real clothes."
"Go home and change. Or better yet, stay," I said.
I watched her pace around naked, picking up her shorts first, then finding her hoodie. Jett threw it on then zipped it up almost to her neck.
"It could work," she said. She was still naked from the waist down. I saw glimpses of her recently shaved pussy. "Where are my shoes?"
"Jett?" I asked.
She turned to me. I ran my eyes up her legs, then focused on the area in between.
"Right," she said. She slipped on the shorts. The languid posture from our post sex cuddling was gone. She was back to manic, like I found her at the coffee shop the day before.
"I gotta go," she said. She ran back to the bed and kissed me again, more excited than passionate. Overwhelming energy but not sexual.
"Thank you," she said. She looked down at her wrists for just a moment, at the cuts and bandaids that covered them. "For everything."
"You're welcome," I said. I tried to mean it, but I didn't exactly know what she was thanking me for.
"Okay," she said. "And you'll talk to Lisa?"
"About what?" I asked.
"Using the crop," Jett said. "On her."
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I missed my first class, but eventually got out of my apartment. I wish I could get out of my head. I was exhausted. A thousand crazy things stacked up on my life back to back to back, all before I even had coffee.
Our almost breakup. Then make up. Bondage gone wrong. Hurting Jett. Her liking it. Intimate sex. She loved me. She wanted Lisa.
Midterms were right around the corner. I couldn't afford to ditch class.
--
"You owe me a story," Lisa said. She flashed that mischievous smile.
We met at a food court near the library in between class. Lisa was out in public, wearing normal clothes. Conservative even. It was weird. We sat outside and ate nachos. Lisa sat next to me at an outdoor table, our legs almost touching.
She knew Jett and I had some sort of sex related injury. I had called her desperate for a first aid kit. She didn't know any details.
Jett wanted to fuck her. Well, not exactly that. Include her. Whip her. Where to begin?
"Jett wanted me to ask you..." I tried to run through the various ways Lisa would laugh or tease or double down. Fuck it. "Jett wants to replicate the photoshoot."
Lisa's eyebrows shot up. "Replicate how?"
"Tie you up," I said. I didn't bother to specify rope or barbed wire. No more barbed wire. "Then whip you, but for real."
"Oh," she said.
No clever retort.
"Is that something you would be in to?" I asked. Lisa had a crop, which meant she had some interest, but maybe she used it on other people, or maybe she just liked the idea of it.
"Then what?" Lisa asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"After you tie me up and whip me. Then what? Do you fuck me? Do I fuck her?"
I hadn't gotten that far. Her simple words set off a chain reaction of images. Lisa bent over and tied down, body exposed to me. Sliding my cock inside of her while she moaned. Then her and Jett, kissing, large tan breasts smashed against pale and petite. Lips and tongues together, a look of desperate want in their eyes.
My cock moved.
"I don't know," I said.
"What do
you
want?" she asked.
She stared at me, giving me her absolute attention.
I didn't have an answer.
"Can I kiss her?" she asked.
The flash of lips on lips, naked bodies. My throat felt dry.
"Yes," I said.
"Go down on her?" she asked.
I imagined Lisa between Jett's thighs, that mischievous grin. Jett writhing in pleasure. I didn't know if she really wanted it or was just trying to get a reaction.
"Yes," I said.
"Her on me?" Lisa asked.
For some reason I imagined Lisa still tied up and bent over. Pussy and ass open and exposed. Jett lowering her face between Lisa's full cheeks.
I nodded.
"What about you?" Lisa asked.
