Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 (started September 2004)
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Simon had met Mary Gall at a product launch. They were representing potential customers. At first they started talking about the product. Neither of them was impressed by it.
As they talked they found that they shared a similar sense of humour. By the end of the afternoon's presentation Simon had asked Mary for a date. She agreed.
A month or so later they were frequent companions yet had not progressed to any real degree of intimacy. They had kissed and petted with clothes on. Simon had never been in Mary's house. She wouldn't consider going to his. Their petting took place in his car outside her house.
Mary had told Simon that she had a twin sister Dina who had problems. She hadn't been too explicit. Simon thought that Dina's problem was that she drank too much. Mary never drank alcohol. When Simon asked why she had told him that she was afraid of turning into Dina. She said that alcohol was the only thing that separated them. They looked and behaved identically until Dina took a drink. Then they were very different.
This mystery twin sister intrigued Simon. He liked Mary. He wanted to go further with Mary than she was willing to let him but he was prepared to wait for her.
One evening they were going to a public firework display on November 5th. Simon had arranged to collect Mary at seven. They would drive to the display that would last about an hour and then he would drive her back home. Simon hoped for an extended petting session in the car because they would be back early.
When he arrived at the house Mary was waiting outside muffled up in a hooded anorak and loose tracksuit trousers. She climbed into the car quickly.
"Why were you waiting outside?" Simon asked idly.
"Dina has a headache and is in bed. I didn't want to disturb her. She's going out later with friends. I hope she will be able to."
Simon's imagination started working. If Dina were going out then their house would be empty when he brought Mary back. She had said, "I hope". Did that mean that she too wanted the house empty?
At the firework display Mary snuggled close to him. Her hands slipped inside his coat and wandered over his chest but never below his waist. They kissed many times in the darkness. She seemed more passionate in her kissing.
As he drove back to Mary's house she leant on his shoulder and her hand stroked the back of his neck. When he stopped the car in the drive Mary kissed him hard.
"Wait here," she ordered. "I'll check if Dina has gone out."
She was out of the car and into the house before Simon realised what she intended. She didn't put the hall light on. Half a minute later he saw her beckoning to him from the front step. She had shed her anorak to show a loose sweatshirt. Her breasts were much larger than Simon had imagined.
Simon shut the car door. Mary had a finger to her lips motioning him to be quiet. As he reached her, she took his hand and pulled him into the dark hall. She closed the door quietly and helped him shed his coat.
"Dina's out but I don't want the neighbours to know you are here. They might tell her which would cause a row. Stay here while I shut the curtains in the living room."
Mary's hand slid out of his. He heard her open a door and close it. He could just about see the outlines of the hall and Mary's shape when she returned. Her hand pulled him into the living room. There was one very dim table lamp.
Simon began to get excited. Surely Mary was intending more than the mild petting? She pulled him to the settee. Her lips found his and kissed him ferociously. He reached for her but she withdrew suddenly.
"Simon! I want us to be careful. I'm very nervous about this. I don't want you to go too far. Especially with your hands. How can I defend myself if you get too excited?"
Simon wanted to protest that he wouldn't go too far but he didn't. He wanted to go as far as she would let him and beyond. He pecked her on the cheek.
"I know! Dina has just the thing. Stay there. While I'm gone, please strip down to your waist for me. I want to run my hands over your naked chest."
Simon stripped. He thought this was an opportunity not to be missed. Mary returned hiding something behind her back.
"Stand up, Simon, and turn round please. Hands behind your back."
He did. She fitted what he realised were fur-lined cuffs to his wrists. Mary helped him to sit on the settee. She stroked his chest gently. She still seemed nervous.
"I'm still not sure about this," she said. "I'm too tense. I need to relax. I have wanted to do this for so long and now..."
She continued to stroke Simon's chest. One hand wandered over his neck and up to his lips. He kissed it as it passed.
"I know. Dina always has something to drink before making love. Perhaps that would help me. Would you like a drink, Simon?"
"Yes," he whispered afraid that Mary would have second thoughts.
"OK."
Mary jumped up. She opened a cupboard that had internal lighting. She poured large Dry Martinis for two. She sipped one and made a face.
"I don't know how she could. Still, it is worth a try."
She took a large swallow and choked.
"Ugh! Tastes revolting."
She took a smaller swallow before holding the second glass to Simon's lips. He swallowed. The drink was high proof gin with a bare drop of Martini.
Mary took another gulp. She gave him a small taste before she finished her glass.
"I'm getting the hang of this. You don't need to relax. I do."
Mary finished Simon's drink as well.
"Those drinks may work but I'm still not happy about trusting myself to you, Simon. Whatever we do, a settee is not the most comfortable place for it. Come on."
She pulled Simon upright and led him upstairs into a bedroom. A double bed was prominent. It had a fitted white satin sheet and four pillows. The wall lights dimly lighted the room. Mary pushed Simon to the bed and lifted his legs. She removed his shoes and socks. Simon lay on the bed acutely aware of the cuffs digging into his back.
Mary fumbled under the bottom of the mattress. She climbed on the bed and straddled Simon with her back to him. Her hands moved down and Simon felt his ankles cuffed. These cuffs were also fur-lined and attached to the bed. Mary climbed off him.
"Comfortable?" she asked.
"Not really," Simon replied "the cuffs on my wrists are digging into my back."
"Oh. Would you prefer your hands to be above your head?"
"I suppose so."
"If you co-operate, that's what I'll do. Ready?"
