Katie was cute, in a next door neighbor - country girl sort of way. Strawberry blonde, big brown eyes with her innocence shining out. She was a people pleaser; she knew that about herself. Having a bigger frame, bigger shoulders, bigger hips, most people thought she was chunky, but she really wasn't. Still, even more than most, she wanted to fit in, to be accepted.
Her desire for acceptance had gotten her into a few problems in college. She went to the big state school, and her dorm had almost as many people as her home town. Innocent and clingy are not good things for a young naive girl. Mix with alcohol and you know she has some regrets about who she slept with in college.
But out here in the "real world", Katie was actually OK with being who she was, at least most of the time. She accepted her fate. She was never going to be that career woman who terrorized the men (and women) in the office. She was far more likely to be the last person laughing when someone told a joke.
But still, there was a hole in her life. With her personality, she attracted similar guys; guys who were nice, but a little bland. At home, alone at night, she would open up her computer and read stories about wild women, women who did all the things she wished she might do. But she lacked the confidence. Maybe confidence wasn't exactly the right word, but she knew she would never just throw caution to the wind and let her wild side out.
But as she got a little deeper into the stories on Literotica, she realized that there was still hope. Just because she couldn't get herself to turn up her own volume, there were men out there more than willing to take control of her. More and more, she knew this is what she needed. She needed a guy who would control her and force her to do all the things she really wanted to but couldn't.
Katie started to pick her way through some of the dating / chat forums that focused on domination and submission. Unfortunately, her shyness was still coming through. She'd try to get in on conversations and even did some sexting, but she just wasn't quick enough on typing out what she was thinking. She'd type something, and then erase it and try it a different way three or four times, and by then most guys had moved on. Some nights she got so frustrated even she didn't want to masturbate with herself.
Her fix came from the most unexpected direction. One Friday night the gang from the office went out for drinks and by midnight it was just Katie and her work friend Jennifer. Jenn was the type of girl Katie wished she was. Honestly, Jenn wasn't that pretty, probably more plain, but she used a lot of make-up and it seemed to work for her. But there was no denying that Jenn had a great body. A gym obsessed, yoga girl, Jenn wasn't thin, she was skinny.
Katie nearly choked on her glass of wine when Jenn said, "Hell girl, I'd kill for your rack!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your stacked girl. You have tits and an ass. I'm bony. I've actually had boyfriends who suggested I had stolen the body of a nine-year-old boy. You look like a girl. I'm so jealous."
Katie had never expected this. People didn't compliment her. She was like the Velma to Jenn's Daphne. "But I'm so frumpy," Katie muttered in reply.
"Yeah, but you can fix that. That's how you present yourself. Me, I need surgery to have what you've got."
Jenn changed the subject and started talking about something that happened at work. Katie was only half listening. Jenn was jealous of her? That was a mind boggling idea. Jenn could tell that Katie was lost in her own head, so she decided to up the ante. "Hey, shots!"
Katie objected, "I'm not that good drinker. Maybe I shouldn't"
Jenn pressed her. "It's Friday! It's payday! We're two young women out on the town! YOLO, baby!" and she ordered tequila shooters. Three shots each later and Jenn turned to Katie. "So tell me about your last boyfriend."