This is part three of the first story I have written and felt compelled to put online. It is a work of fiction based heavily on events that I've experienced, a couple female friends, and other things that have shaped me as a person. While many people seem to prefer writing stories that get down to business, so to speak, I wanted this one to feel somewhat more realistic in terms of dealing with personal issues that come into play with a sexual relationship. Thanks for reading! I appreciate any comments, feedback, or advice.
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We decided to leaf through the books while sitting on her bed. While she fetched the books I turned off the TV and picked up our clothes. Once she came back with the books in hand, she led me upstairs and into her bedroom.
The bedroom had a very cozy feel. The walls were off white, as was the covering on the bed. Everything else, the trim, the furniture, and the rest of the bed, were all wood. On a small cabinet in one corner was a small TV. She'd covered the windows with teal colored curtains. Under all but one window was a potted plant. Finally, on each side of the bed was a nightstand with a lamp on it.
Ann set the books on the bed and told me to make myself comfortable while she changed into some different panties. I took off my socks and pants and crawled under the covers with my boxer shorts on. I didn't know if she was expecting me to be naked, but if she was putting on panties again, I assumed that boxers were still acceptable at this point. As I waited I eyed the books. There was no title on the cover, but it was a big book, and the pages looked like they were glossy ones that are usually used for pictures. The book under that one was big as well, but I couldn't see enough to discern what it might contain.
Ann came back wearing a tight light blue sleeveless shirt that showed off her midriff and some panties of the same color that left little to the imagination. The only real significant fabric was the little triangles that covered her rear and her pussy. The waistband rode low on her hips.
"Wow." I said without really thinking about it.
"You like this little getup?" She smirked at me.
"Yeah, you look great." I told her.
"Oh this is nothing, just something to wear to bed." She joined me and picked up one of the books. "Let's see what we can find in here. It's mostly pictures of all sorts of sexual stuff. Some of it gets into different fetishes though. I hope you're not uncomfortable with that."
"Not at all." I smiled.
"Good." She said and opened the book. "Say something if anything jumps out at you as interesting or appealing. I'll do the same."
At first most of the pictures were just men or women, some of whom were naked, that were in a variety of artistic poses and settings. The first picture I commented on was one of a brunette woman who was sitting on a bench with her legs parted. It wasn't the woman I was interested in though, it was what she was wearing. Her outfit, all black in color, was one of those that consisted of a bustier, thong panties, garters, and hose. That was one ensemble I'd always found incredibly sexy on a woman. As I explained this to Ann I noticed a sly look on her face. She smiled as we finished talking about the picture.
There wasn't anything else either of us was particularly turned on by until we were about three quarters of the way through the book. Ann was the one who paused for a moment, licking her lips. The picture showed a woman sitting on a desk in what appeared to be a makeshift classroom set up for this picture. The woman was holding a yardstick and looking at a man who was sitting at a desk in front of her. It was a classic picture of a teacher-student relationship, or as Ann saw it, a role play situation. She explained to me that it was something that she'd often fantasized about when she would masturbate. When I asked which role she usually thought of herself filling, she said she was always the teacher. We decided it might be something fun to try later.
We flipped through the rest of that book without seeing anything either of us commented on, so Ann opened up the other one. It was, as she warned me before turning to the first picture, a more fetish-centered book.
There were some more role play pictures at first. The first image we talked about happened to be another of the teacher-student type. Ann smiled when we looked at it, and we quickly resumed. At about the halfway point Ann stopped me by simply putting her index finger on a page and looking at me. The photo showed a woman who was wearing a strap-on harness and standing behind a man who was bent over a table. The angle of the photo didn't reveal if the woman had a dildo in the harness, but the idea of her sticking the guy in the ass with a toy was easy enough to imagine. As I looked it over my heart started beating faster. One of my little secrets was that I found anal stimulation quite enjoyable. The idea of having a woman involved in it was something I had thought about during many masturbation sessions. However, my fantasy of this wasn't anything to do with bondage. I was only interested in the pleasure involved.
As I had paused to look at the photo, I bit my lip and then returned Ann's gaze. I think we both understood the mutual interest in what we saw in the picture, because we both exclaimed "No way!" at the same time.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to try this with a guy?" She asked me, obviously excited. "Please, tell me you're serious."
"I am." I told her. I grinned and continued. "I didn't think I'd get to say something about it though. I figured you'd think I was a weirdo if I did."
"Oh man, I can't believe this!" She said and kissed me on the cheek. "Some time we really should talk about trying it."
"I think so too." I was just as excited at the prospect as she was.
The rest of the book went by without either of us pointing out anything we wanted to put on our "to try" list. I closed it and set it on the first book.
"I still can't believe you want to try the strap-on." She had a huge smile on her face. "Have you actually tried anal play before?"
"Yep," I answered. "Quite often actually. It can really make orgasms more intense."
"Mmm, you're naughtier than I imagined. I may have to make a special purchase one of these days."
