Fall weather had arrived and it was finally cold outside. It was Sunday, the football day, pro football day, Pittsburgh Steelers day. They both looked forward to all the games, sometimes with gleeful anticipation, sometimes with simple dread. This was a mixed emotion Sunday, one when she dreaded the game but looked forwarded to what was to come afterwards.
She watched her boyfriend and wondered what might be going through his mind. He did grin mischievously from time to time, and she did catch him looking at her rather intensely while she prepared their bowls of chili for lunch.
The game came on and they reminded each other not to expect too much. They agreed that the Steelers sucked this year. Bad, no, worse than bad, embarrassing. But they were still the Steelers and they both were still fans and they both hoped and believed that things would get better. They had to, to get much better, or people would get hurt.
The first interception came late in the first quarter. Again, they both knew, it's happening again. Her boyfriend groaned and got up to get another beer. She watched him leave the room and let her mind drift to what was to come. What had he planned, she wondered, what could it be? How would it all happen? He had made assurances, but it remained, she realized, that the whole thing was really her idea, her fantasy. She reminded herself how lucky she was to have him, to have someone so understanding, so supportive, so comfortable with himself and her as she is.
Half-time drifted by with a hurried pace of game up-dates and stupid studio jokes. Who writes this shit for those guys, her boyfriend laughed? She smiled and tried to listen, but she couldn't concentrate. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation. Fuck football today, she told herself.
The Steelers were behind by fourteen points mid-way through the third quarter, so she reached across the sofa and rubbed his cock lightly through his jeans. He looked at her and smiled, not moving her hand, not stopping her, but not really responding either. Thinking about later, he asked her. She nodded and took her hand away, embarrassed with herself that she had such a hard time waiting for something she didn't really know how to picture.
The game went on as others: the Steelers fell behind and couldn't run and had to pass and threw interceptions and got beat badly. They both watched the post-game show silently, sullenly, pissed. Her boyfriend shook his head as a few players talked about how the team could turn the season around. She wasn't listening. She was thinking about what he had told her to wear for later.
"Time to get ready, don't you think?" he asked her as he turned off the television and clicked on the stereo.
"Yes." Her answer was almost a whisper as she got up and headed for the bedroom.
The short black leather skirt was on the bed waiting. The soft white sweater lay beside it.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. The hot water caressed her and warmed her. The urge to touch herself crept up from deep in her belly but she fought it and didn't. Her nipples shrank and begged to be touched, but she ignored them too. Damn, she told herself, damn.
The leather skirt went on over her bare ass. No panties, he had said. The sweater lightly scratched her nipples; no bra either. Only the black heels followed. Three items, no jewelry. Three items of dress and some nice perfume. She was ready.
Her boyfriend only smiled and reached for his coat when she came into the den. They walked through the kitchen and into the garage without speaking. He opened the car door for her and closed it after she settled into the leather seat. She watched him walk around the front of the car, watched him smile and hold her eyes. He knows me well, she told herself, he knows I'm excited and he's enjoying it, enjoying every minute of it. He opened his door and eased into the car before he spoke.
"Still want this?" he asked, smiling.
She only nodded yes for an answer.
He pulled a black scarf from his coat pocket and leaned toward her to cover her eyes.
"You'll need to go and return in darkness," he told her. "You'll not know where or with whom you'll be. You will speak when spoken to and touch when told to. But my promises stand. You will not be hurt or abused or humiliated. You will be totally safe, safe from harm or illness, I've checked. Your pleasure will be the focus of everyone you come in contact with for the next while.