It was Tuesday evening and I was walking back from class. My phone buzzed and I looked at my watch -- about seven thirty. I kept my phone on vibrate, as I hate most ring sounds I hear. Anyways, the number was local, but not someone I knew. Thinking it was a wrong number, I almost didn't answer it. In hindsight I wonder now how I'd feel about things if I hadn't answered and passed up the chance.
It was a short conversation. The caller was a friend I had met online who lived in the area, Stefanie. We talked on and off for a while and then even met for coffee once. There was no real chance of any sort of 'romantic connection'; Stefanie's a confirmed and happily-so lesbian. I knew this right from the get go, but I hadn't started talking to her thinking of sex. We met on a blog; actually, I stumbled across her writings and was hooked.
So we talked online for a few months and like I had said, we even met once for coffee. There's just something about her that I can't put my finger on. Perhaps it's the things she had written about and how I wished I could write so honestly. Perhaps it's that I knew there's no chance she's sexually interested in me and so she's safe -- that is, I can relax more and be myself. I'd no idea really.
In one of our chats, I brought up a little semi-fetish that I have. I find it a bit hard to explain, because everyone seems to blow it off as either me just being weird or no big deal. I'm fascinated by a sort of power exchange, to use a BDSM term. Specifically, I'm interested in the idea of someone else being in control of when/where/how often I orgasm.
I know it does sound kind of silly and nothing that bizarre, but let me ask you a couple things: Does the idea of being denied orgasm for days on end appeal to you? What if you toss in lots of teasing, that is being taken to the edge, but not over? Say, teased three times a day every day for a week with no orgasm relief? That's the kind of thing I'm talking about. By itself I'm sure it's probably not all that kinky, but imagine how horny and worked up you'd be? Let's just say it's very easy to delve into other kinkier aspects of BDSM that one might not normally consider when in such a state.
Anyhow, back to the call. Her reason for calling was simple. She'd recalled our conversation about my teasing/control fetish and she was wondering if I still felt that way about things. Without a doubt I did and I must say my heart started to race a little as horribly naughty thoughts filled my head.
In the conversation we'd had, I'd said something like, "I'd love to please you and you'd not have to do a thing, ever." All those images I had during that simple chat came back to me. The idea of orally pleasing a woman, and being sent home after she was done filled me with excitement. Perhaps I'd leave with permission to masturbate, but perhaps not. My cock was stirring with thoughts of her touching and teasing me, and how I've always wanted to experience such things first hand. Up to now, I'd just read stories and dabbled with some 'online relationships'. I knew reality would be far different and, I hoped, far more erotic.
I could tell she was pleased that I still thought about such things. I'm sure she was nervous; after all it was a pretty quirky call to make. She cut to the chase and asked if I could come over at about nine tonight and we'd talk about things. She said she'd email me directions and would see me then.
I was left standing on the sidewalk outside my apartment speechless. Two conflicting thoughts dominated my mind. The first was to run upstairs and see the email she sent. The second was to go to the bathroom and masturbate -- keep in mind, this was kind of a wet dream coming true for me.
I decided to read the email first, perhaps thinking she'd just been kidding with me. She wasn't. The email was there, directions to her house and a final line saying "Behave until we've had a chance to talk". The meaning was clear, until we talked tonight, no masturbation. Other than that, no clues in her email about what tonight might be about.
I was still leery; things like this don't happen to me. I spent the next hour and twenty minutes running through various scenarios. Some of them were good, some of them weren't. I'm not ashamed to say I was hard nearly the whole time and did behave myself.
I got to her place early; I hate to be late for anything. I looked at her door from the street and wondered if I was really going to get the chance to explore a side of me I've always wanted to know better. I slowly walked to the door, palms sweaty, and knocked.
Just like any two friends she answered the door, we said hi and I was invited in. She could tell I was nervous and this seemed to make her calm. Without a doubt there was an awkward pause and then she asked if I'd like to sit, gesturing towards the couch. I'm not sure of all we chatted about at first, my head was swimming.
She got up and went into another room and came back with this little impish grin on her face. While I'd been semi-hard up to now, I found myself fully so now. I swallowed guiltily.
"So," She said, "would you like to know why I called you?"
I nodded, "Of course." I was trying not to sound too silly and nervous.
"You remember the chat, the one where you made some offers to me? Wanting me to help you explore things?" Her eyes were intense; I could tell she was enjoying this.
"Yes, I do." I could feel my mouth going dry.
"The one where you said you'd please me and all I'd have to do is just lay back, moan, groan and enjoy?" She was licking her lips with her darting tongue, which was looking very pink against the red of her lips.
I nodded again, with a very soft, "Yes."
I almost flinched, being so wound up, when her hand came from behind her back and she tossed a thin strip of cloth onto my lap. I picked it up and looked it over, nothing special. It was folded over a time or two until it was about three inches wide and about fifteen inches long.
"Guess what that is."
I swallowed and looked up, "A blindfold?"
She smiled and nodded. "If you want to talk about things, put that on. If you don't, then put it down." She kept smiling at me, knowing there was no doubt in what I'd choose. "I need to go to the bathroom while you decide. Then, I'm going to put in a movie."
I looked down at the cloth as she went into the bathroom, unsure if I should say something or what to do. Without a doubt, this could be the opportunity of a lifetime, but that also made it scary. I wasn't at all sure I was ready for this. The hormones in my blood had the deciding vote and on went the blindfold.
I've never felt so silly, sitting on a couch in an apartment I've never been to before, blindfolded and fully erect. The toilet flushed and I almost pulled the blindfold off, but soon it would be too late for that. I fidgeted in my seat, hoping she wouldn't come out and laugh.
I listened to the door open and waited. She said nothing. I heard her moving about the room, changing the television channel and starting a movie. That was a bit surreal. Listening to the opening of Top Gun and thinking the thoughts I was. I began to wonder if this was a dream.
