4. Café
Nia gave me four flat thick different-colored rubber bands and told me to put them around my -- her! -- cock, striping it in a way reminiscent of her warrior's ponytail, a pleasant thought but they didn't have much flex so if I got aroused they became a major pain. Wearing them while near Nia, the sexiest woman I could ever hope to meet and who seemed to have some kind of magnetic attraction for my cock -- her cock! -- could be an ordeal. She told me the buttplug would be fine if the café was really only a couple blocks away, which of course it was, but two blocks in that direction means 1/4 mile. She told me to lube it first, so of course I did. She wanted me to wear these things because she wanted me to always be reminded that she owned me. I wondered again that I had agreed to this. We washed our hands and gargled with Listerine -- I'd had fingers and tongue up her butt, after all, and she might want me to kiss her again sometime. Or have my tongue somewhere else fun, and microbial infections are a thing. It was a very different vision of what I'd always assumed my life would be.
"Your natural walk," she said. "You can't let anyone know anything is different. Remember, I
*LIKE*
the way you move, and I want to see more."
Easy for her to say. She'd whipped my ass and upper hamstrings, slapped my cock around until it was an angry red color and punched me in the belly in what I now realized had been a very competently administered martial arts straight punch and now she wanted to parade me into the neighborhood center so we could order lattés?
Between the soreness and the buttplug, it was a challenging walk. I opened the door for her when we arrived. It was mid-afternoon so there weren't many people but I recognized one immediately and hoped she wouldn't notice. Fat chance.
"Marc! You're back!" A happy, bubbly, tinkling voice. A gorgeous slender tall-ish young blonde woman was rushing toward me. I put an arm out to guard against the inevitable hug, but not soon enough. My arms were filled with beautiful Chloe.
"Chloe, it's so good to see you again," I said, wanting as I always did to touch my lips to her long slender neck. She'd jumped up and I was holding her off the ground, my nose in her hair, and let me tell you, even knowing who I'd come here with, holding Chloe felt good. I let her down. Nia quietly took my hand, marking her territory. She was dressed in one of my button-down shirts, my baggy sweater and a pair of my sweatpants, mostly far too large except that her powerful legs were bigger around than mine, her magnificent ass and hips were
*much*
bigger than mine, and while her muscular chest and big firm shapely breasts wasn't as big as my rangy 44L, her long thick nipples made it close when they were hard, which they were. My cock surged as I remembered her tiny bikini underneath, making the rubber bands stretch. I winced, even more uncomfortable than seeing Chloe had already made me. Nia said she made me wear these bands to keep me constantly reminded of her but another reason occurred to me: it made me want to avoid checking out other women. As if I would forget Nia.
"Chloe, this is Nia," I said. "Nia ... my good friend Chloe."
Chloe seemed surprised and confused. She'd already made it clear to me that she would love for us to be a couple and she'd finally dumped her fuckhead ex-boyfriend while I was on my last collecting trip, expecting that when I saw her again I would still be unattached and she would have dibs.
This was obviously no longer the case. To be fair, it hadn't really been the case for me, either: as beautiful as Chloe was, and as intelligent and thoughtful and giving and affectionate and sweet, she was too young, I'd told myself. She was 23, just graduated, and I'd been her academic advisor. I was 28 on a rocket career path and her interests were very different from mine. Maybe in 2-3 years if she still wanted me and had priorities closer to my own.
And now here I was with 19-year-old Nia, whose priorities seemed much farther from mine than Chloe's had ever been.
Chloe took Nia's hand but leaned her agile body in farther, giving Nia a hug. I would've liked to say that Chloe gave the best hugs ever, but I was already on thin ice so I kept my stupid mouth zipped.
"Hi Chloe, it's very nice to meet you," Nia said. She seemed remarkably friendly, but her hand was tight in mine. Not strained, just firm.
I'm so glad to see that Marc is back," Chloe said, her tone cautious.
"I didn't know he was away, actually," Nia said. "Anyone care to fill me in?"
My move. "I got back from my last collection trip 12 days ago," I said. 'The day I met you,' I didn't say.
Nia seemed nonplussed. "What were you collecting, again?" she asked.
"Seriously?!" Chloe seemed shocked.
I inhaled quickly. "Chloe, I haven't told Nia what I do. We only just started ..." I swiveled my head to Nia and then back, "dating."
Chloe gave me a hard look.
"Do you mind if we sit with you?" Nia asked, softly.
Chloe's face was a mask of mixed emotions. On one hand she liked me and Nia had been nothing but friendly, and on the other ...
I reached for Chloe's hand. She looked up into my eyes.
"Fine," she said.
Sitting down was a pain in the ass. Literally. It stung from Nia's paddle and her buttplug was in there, and as flush as the protruding portion was, it was still ...
Nia sat next to me, Chloe across the table. It took less than a minute before I felt Chloe's knee touch mine. She'd never done that before. I didn't know what she'd been used to with her asshole ex, but this ...
