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The Tattle Tale
Chapter One
It took a special man to show me the door of my potential. It took a special woman to come and open it.
This is the story of both...
Joey was my high school sweetheart. We dated exclusively the entire four years of school before traveling Europe together for the summer after our graduation. Our parents came together and bought us a vacation package that brought us through six countries over two months. It was there that our relationship took on a new life. You can do almost anything in Europe at eighteen and we took advantage of every waking minute. We went to college together, graduated and eventually married.
He's a stocky, dream boat of a man. At six feet even, he has dark brown hair that sometimes comes down and covers his eyes. He keeps it brushed back, but he knows how to tease me with the way he lets it fall onto his face and I can see him looking at me through the gaps. He's got a chiseled jaw and perfect teeth. He's got the body of a country boy who grew up working on a farm. He didn't work out but maintained his physique through regular activity.
He had an intensity about him that drove me insane with desire. He commanded me with just his eyes and his voice was enough to melt me. He was gentle with his tone, direct with his words and passive with his demeanor. Looking back, it's no surprise how we ended up how we were. I'm still surprised
I'm
the one he picked.
I would tell you I'm just a plain Jane who wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but he calls me his Kelly-Angel, a play on my actual name, Kelly-Ann. I'm several inches shorter than him, slender, and athletic. I enjoy working out and playing sports. With an athletic build like mine comes the small boobs. He enjoys them, but they certainly never brought the boys to the yard. His prize is my butt, and he reminds me of that often. He would often keep his hand on the small of my back and when he feels naughty, he slips his hand into my panties for a quick feel.
My story begins when we were both twenty-four, enjoying our careers and living life to the fullest. I reconnected with an old friend from high school one weekend afternoon for lunch. We spent hours talking about our lives after school. We covered every topic we could think of, and I walked away that early evening with some surprising information.
"Do you remember Melissa from school?" I asked Joey as we sat at the table for dinner.
"Sure. You two used to be pretty close, right?"
"Yeah, we met for lunch today. I haven't seen her in years! We were best friends, remember? We were almost like sisters," I happily said before taking a bite.
"How is she?" he asked.
"She's well. Very well, actually. She travels a lot for work and gets to go all over the world. She's a technician for bio-tech company. Makes pretty good money, too."
"Good for her. Doesn't sound like that would leave her much time for family," he mused.
I shook my head and told him, "It apparently doesn't since she hasn't dated since high school. I don't know if you remember, she was very focused in school and that hasn't changed with her career."
"Sounds boring. I wouldn't be able to go that long without sex," he casually mentioned.
"She's not very interested in that, it seems."
"How did you come across that information?" he asked, focusing his dreamy eyes on mine.
I set my fork on my plate and placed my hands in my lap as I sat up straight in my chair.
"She told me."
"What else did she tell you, Kelly?" he asked, lowering the tone of his voice.
"She suggested that she preferred to watch than participate. She said it was just easier to do that than get locked into a boring relationship."
He continued eating, pausing to ask questions along the way.
"Is that all?" he asked. His tone sent a shiver down my spine.
"No."
"Tell me what it is," he commanded.
"I told her she could watch us, if she wanted," I lied.
He was as hard to read as a statue.
"Are you supposed to invite people to watch us?" he asked, still eating as if nothing was amiss.
"No, sir."
"You knew better, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
He put his fork down gently onto his plate, grabbed his napkin, and gently dabbed the corners of his mouth. He placed the napkin on his plate and cleared his throat.
"It seems like your mouth got you in trouble again," he told me.
I nodded, trying to hold back a smile. He stood up and motioned for me to come to him. I rose slowly and walked to him, standing close to him and staring straight ahead. He put a curled finger under my chin and lifted my head until I was looking into his eyes.
"You've not been a very good girl today," he chided me.
I slowly shook my head, agreeing with him.
"Do you need punishment?"
I nodded, affirming the notion that I needed to be taught a lesson.
"Go to our room, I'll be there soon," he ordered me as the palm of his hand cupped my cheek.
He kissed my forehead and turned away from me. I walked down the hall and opened the door to our room. I opened it precisely the amount he taught me and walked in. I walked to the bed and straightened the comforter in preparation for my lesson.
I took off my shirt, folded it and set it precisely on the bed, four inches from the left side and four inches from the bottom. My capris came of next. I folded them as I was instructed and put them exactly four inches from the shirt. My bra came off after and I placed it directly above the shirt. The bottom of the cups had to touch the top of the collar of the shirt. My panties came off last. I laid them on the pants, folding the narrow waste straps inward until they just touched. The crotch was then folded up until I made a perfect square out of the material. I placed them just above the pants and looked over all four items.
"Perfect," I whispered to myself.
I turned around and centered my position in the room between the shirt and pants and a specific distance from the door. I got on my knees and waited. My hands were placed palm down on my thighs and the tip of the longest finger four inches from my knees. I waited impatiently for my lover to arrive to administer my lesson.
After a few minutes, he arrived and stood in the door frame. He judged the position of the door and moved to the bed without a word being said. When nothing was said, it meant he was satisfied with my effort. He stood next to the left side of the bed and inspected my clothes. I remained on my knees staring at the wall in front of me, breathing quietly. I was careful not to disturb his inspection.
"You did well," he calmly said.
I smiled inward and didn't respond.
He moved around the bed and stood in front of me.
