"I'm not coming over." I said firmly into my cell phone.
"Oh come on girl! I've already rented 'Thelma and Louise' . I know you've always wanted to see that movie." begged my best friend Katrina. "I'll cheer you up. I promise."
"Trina, I don't know if that's such a good idea. I won't make very good company." I had told Trina that I had had a pretty bad day as an excuse not to come over her house for Movie Night, a little social she hosted for her friends at least once a month. The truth was, I had been avoiding her lately on purpose.
"Morgan, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you in a few days. Did you have more feelings for Tracy than you let on?" Katrina and I had been close since college, and we never went more than a week without seeing each other, if only to stop by and say hello.
"No. Tracy and me were a temporary item. We didn't love each other."
"So what's wrong? Come on, More. Spit it out already!"
I opened my mouth to tell her the truth, but decided against it. I would only be setting myself up for heartbreak. Katrina, although she had her little kinks, was heterosexual. It would be best for our friendship if I didn't say anything to make her feel uncomfortable, or, at worst, make her hate me. Although Katrina knew I was a dyke, I didn't know how she would react if she knew I had those feelings for her. Losing her as a friend was something I didn't want to think about. "It's nothing. Really. Nothing important." I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"It's obviously something if you've been avoiding me." she replied. "You know if you don't come over, I'll just have to come over there."
"No! That's okay. I'll be right over." I hung up the phone quickly. Katrina would make good on her threat to come over. She had done it before and harassed me until I gave in. I just didn't know how I could keep my feelings for her a secret with the two of us alone. Two weeks earlier, we had been at the movie theater, watching a horror flick. On a whim, I had leaned in close for a kiss, but hesitated. Luckily, it had been dark, and I didn't think she noticed. Still, it was too close a call for me, someone who's usually calm and reserved. It was better if I went to Movie Night, and was around a group of friends. Not just Katrina. Hopefully then, I could control myself.
I put on a comfortable sweater(Katrina always kept the air turned up in her apartment) and khakis, but soon fussed over them, wondering if Katrina would think I was fat. I had to tell myself Katrina wouldn't give a shit because we were friends, not lovers. Eventually, I pulled myself together, and left.
When I arrived at Katrina's place, I was surprised to see Vicki and Donohue's cars were missing. They usually were on time. Concerned, I parked and ran to Katrina's apartment. I knocked on the door, and Katrina opened it quickly. My breath caught in my throat, momentarily forgetting what I was about to say. Katrina, was, as usual, gorgeous. Her hair, which hung in loose black curls past her shoulders, glistened with water. Her face was heart-shaped, with big brown eyes, a cute nose, and lips that would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. I was finding it difficult to restrain myself from touching her beige-tan skin.
"Morgan? You okay?" She asked, toweling her hair dry.
I kept my eyes on her face so I wouldn't look at her body. "You're wearing a towel."
"Sorry." she said, grinning. I bit my lip. Her smile was her best feature, lighting up her whole face. "I wanted to freshen up before you came over. I had one hell of a workout today."
I gulped. The last thing I needed to picture was her working out or showering. "Where's Vicki and Donohue?"
"I'm sure they'll be here in a few minutes. Have a drink while I get dressed." She took her time walking to her bedroom, and I took the opportunity to guiltily admire her behind. She had a round ass if ever there was one. The skimpy towel she was wearing didn't hide any of her curves. I forced myself to open her fridge for a drink. Unfortunately, all she had was Heineken and Baileys Irish Cream. I frowned and changed my mind. The last thing I needed to do was to get fucked up and tell the truth. I closed the fridge and went into the living room to slouch on the couch miserably.
After about ten minutes, I was getting nervous. Katrina was pretty low maintenance. Jeans and a t-shirt were her most common accessories. What the hell was taking her so long? "Trina? What's going on in there? Did you fall in the toilet?"
I heard Trina's muffled laughter. "Come and find out."
Although I was tempted, Katrina was a notorious flirt with everyone. Male and female. I assumed she wasn't serious. "Stop playing Katrina. Vicki and Donohue are going to be here any minute."
"Then you better hurry and find out fast."
"No." I folded my arms stubbornly.
"Are you scared of a little surprise? Open the door, Morgan."
"I really don't feel like playing games today, Katrina. Could you just come out here already?"
"As you wish." Katrina threw her door open and strode out wearing a black leather bustier, a thong with fishnet stockings and garters, and black high heels. Her dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look frightening, not to mention the fact she was brandishing a riding crop.
I jumped off the couch. Katrina had told me about her D/s fetish, but I had never expected her to show me. "Katrina, why are you wearing all that?"
"You'll soon find out." she grinned evilly, licking the handle of her crop.
I had one experience with S&M which wasn't a pleasant experience. I had once had a girlfriend who liked to be choked while we had sex. After attempting that once, I couldn't do it again. "I don't think so. Vicki and Donohue-"
"Aren't coming tonight. But you are." I shook my head in disbelief, even though I was still attracted to her. This was not my scene. If she dressed up as anything else, I would have gladly agreed to whatever freaky shit she had in mind. I simply did not do whips, chains and handcuffs. Katrina laughed at my reluctance. "For someone who's butch, you sure as hell don't act like it."
That comment burned me up. I was always the dominant female in a relationship. I had the shortest hair, opened the doors, and paid for the dates. And I damn sure wasn't afraid of anything. "Do you want me to dominate you, Katrina? Is that what you want?"
"Maybe some other time. That's not what I have in mind tonight." She turned around to flaunt her ass-less outfit. Her cheeks were more perfect than I had ever imagined. "Are you coming?" Whatever she had I mind, I decided I was up for it. I started to follow her in, but then I saw the new 'decorations' she had been hinting at for the past month. In the middle of the room, there was a hook hanging from a chain connected to the ceiling, a Saint Andrew's Cross that was leaning backwards, and two pairs of handcuffs on the bed.
"Katrina, I-"
"Don't tell me you're scared, girl." she grinned at me, sitting on her bed. "Come here. And close that door." I obeyed, letting my curiosity get the better of me. I had to admit, once the initial shock wore off, she looked good in leather. I wondered how she could breathe in the leather bustier she had on. Her half-covered tits rose and fell with her every breath. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. "Come on. Don't be shy." I went over to her and sat next to her on the bed. "I have a confession to make, More. I need your help with something."
I held my breath, hoping she would say she loved me. "Yeah?"
"I just bought all this new stuff, and I was wondering if you could help me try it out."
My little flag of hope sagged to the ground. "Oh." I felt stupid. Katrina was always a flirt in every situation. Why had I thought tonight would be any different?
"Don't say that! It'll be fun! You like being adventurous with me, don't you?"
I looked away from her. "This isn't really my thing."
"That girl you had was a real freak!" We both laughed at the joke. "But seriously. Most subs don't want to be strangled. They just want someone they can trust. Someone to make them feel special." Katrina ran her crop handle over her neck suggestively. "As a matter of fact, some people are submissive and don't even know it."
