Chapter One

 

I had the remote in my hand and was leaning forward, scrolling through what was available on Netflix when Kevin put his arm around me and slid me sideways until my left leg was pressed against his right, then his other hand came down on my inner thigh.

"Ssssst! Knock it off!" I hissed as I pushed his hand away.

Kevin and I had dated for a while, but it just hadn't worked out. Since then, we've been friends with benefits on numerous occasions. He had a great body, and that included what he had in his pants.

I'm not sure exactly why we hadn't worked out, but a big part of it was that I thought he was kind of weak. I don't mean physically. He was kind of a pushover, and I always got my way. Now that can be fun with a guy in the short term, but it doesn't exactly build up your sense of respect for him. And how could I go around with a guy I didn't respect?

More importantly, he had been seeing Amanda for several months now. And Amanda had gone upstairs to get some more coke and chips. The stairs down into the basement were nicely carpeted, and she wasn't exactly a large girl so wouldn't make a lot of noise. She could appear in the doorway at any second.

I like Amanda. She is a petite girl and very strong-willed. She is very precise in what she wants. I was guessing she had some issues with OCD because everything around her had to be very neat and orderly. She planned everything she did and wanted to make sure every instruction was followed carefully.

She would be a horrible person to work for and was occasionally annoying as a friend to hang around because she could be quite prim and proper at times even though she wasn't particularly religious. But I didn't take her episodes of bossiness seriously. She was not quite five feet tall and probably weighed a hundred pounds at most. I had her beat by probably ten inches.

I had occasionally speculated on just how sex worked out between her and Kevin. I was guessing that she was on top most of the time given he was easily twice her weight. Given her nature, I was guessing that whatever they did was done while consulting instructions and diagrams to ensure it was done properly. And that it wasn't too unusual. In fact, I wondered at times if they even had sex. But I knew Kevin too well to think he'd be in a relationship without it. He was as horny as most guys.

I had been a little disappointed when Kevin had taken up with her, for he was, with the help of my tutoring, fairly good in bed, and useful at times when I was in the mood for no-strings sex. But it was not all that hard for me to find bed partners. Guys tended to be pretty cheap, and I look the way I look.

Does that sound arrogant? Look, I have eyes. I see myself in the mirror every day. It's not hard to figure out how I rate on the scale of sexual attractiveness. I just have to look at the pictures and videos of the girls on the Internet that guys go crazy over and compare them to me.

I'm a natural blonde, and frankly, got lucky with my hair. Sometimes blonde hair is very thin and fragile. Mine is not, and with the help of a little European shampoo and conditioner is extremely soft. I was once told by a guy that just sliding his fingers through my hair gave him an erection.

I had been taken aback by that, but since we had already had sex, it wasn't like he was being rude. It certainly wasn't something I wanted to hear from my male co-workers at the bottling plant, for example, But I obviously give guys a lot more leeway in what they can say and do when I'm already sleeping with them.

I had just laughed at that, but you better believe that I stocked up on that particular shampoo and conditioner! Not that it's very difficult to give guys erections, of course. The difficult part is making sure they don't lose them too soon.

I love sports and play a lot, winter and summer. I love moving, swimming, running, dancing, and climbing. I am not one to sit around on the computer all day watching TV or playing video games. I liked to be up and moving. Maybe I'm a little hyperactive.

I have never had a pudgy period in my life. Other girls worried endlessly about their weight and were often on diets. I didn't need to. I was fit, slender, and toned without much need to go to the gym. The only fat I had really was in my breasts. And given they were a slightly uncomfortably large size; I worked very hard at keeping my chest muscles strong.

Not that I'm huge, but let's just say they're awfully noticeable given how slender the rest of me is. They can be very annoying when I'm playing sports, and I've experimented with a lot of different kinds of sports bras. A part of me likes to be noticed as good-looking, but another part is very uncomfortable with people, especially strangers staring at me, ogling me. Or sometimes even noticing me.

I had gone through a period during high school after I er, grew fast, when just walking down the hall got me stared at all the way down. Guys licking their lips and looking at my chest, then my ass when I was past them. That was a kind of ego boost, but it made me really uncomfortable!

After high school I'd kicked around like a lot of people, looking for work that wasn't the usual boring retail or restaurant experience. The bottling plant was what I'd found. At first, I'd worked on the floor with the machines seeing to the endless curving rows of bottles going through the washers and then through the fillers.

Like I said, I liked moving around, not sitting down. And yeah, most of the other people there were guys, and yeah, I got looked at a lot. But the company liked us to wear coveralls, so it wasn't like they could see much but my face. Even my hair was wrapped and tied back tightly so it didn't risk getting caught in any of the machines.

It's not bad money, but I still lived at home. I suppose if I really stretched it, I might have been able to afford a cheap room, but I don't need my independence that badly. My parents' place is comfortable and rent-free. And since I turned eighteen, they don't even bug me about staying out late or anything.

Kevin backed off of course. Like I said, he's not exactly an assertive guy.

"I miss your breasts," he said in a soft voice, grinning at me.

We were sitting on the sofa in their basement. Unlike most of us, Amanda had gotten a very good job right out of high school, and when she'd started dating Kevin, she had quickly rearranged his life and found him a better job working for a construction company. He had started as a laborer, but he was learning a lot and they'd already raised his pay.

Between the two of them, and with the down payment coming from her parents, they had managed to afford the mortgage on their own place. It wasn't a great place, and it needed a lot of work. But Amanda had a lot of energy, and willing labor in Kevin.

"You're not allowed to touch anyone's breasts now, but Amanda's," I said softly.

"But hers are a lot smaller," he complained.

"Everything about her is a lot smaller."

"She wouldn't mind," he said.

I gave him a look of disbelief. "Of course, she'd mind!"

"No, really, she thinks you're hot."

"I am hot! But that has nothing to do with it!"

Amanda thought I was hot? Well, she wasn't wrong.

"I talked to her about a threesome with another girl. But she said she would prefer one with another guy."

I was a bit startled to hear this because like I said, she had always struck me as kind of the prim and proper type. Or maybe she had just told him that to persuade him to stop bothering her about threesomes. Every guy I know has fantasies about threesomes. That's what getting your sex education from Internet porn does to you.

Kevin had suggested that when we were going together, too.

"I don't need to hear this," I said. "I'm only here to watch Netflix."

I didn't have Netflix at home. My parents didn't watch TV at all and saw no reason to invest in more than the basic cable they already paid for. I could have gotten it myself but was saving to buy a car.

"When we talked about what girls would be okay for her in a threesome, your name came up."

That was again startling news, but really not surprising. Of course, he would bring up my name. Then I thought about it for a second.

"You mean she actually agreed to a threesome?"

"Two of them. One with another guy and one with another girl."

"Which comes first?" I asked curiously.

"That depends on who we can find that we could both agree to and trust not to blab. If she came in and saw me making out with you, she would just think I was kind of persuading you."

"No, she wouldn't. She's far too smart for that. Anyway, I'm sure you won't have difficulty finding some girl to play with."

Kevin had never been good at persuading me to do anything, though.

"She has high standards."

Of that, I had no doubt.

"Also, the girl has to be one that will let us tie her up."

My eyes widened at that one. "Excuse me!?"

"Yeah, Amanda likes bondage."

Wow! This was both too much information and also kind of interesting. And then I felt heat come in my face.

"Did you tell her about us!?" I hissed.

"She knows that we went together once," he said uncertainly.

"You know what I mean," I hissed. "About the bondage stuff!"

Yes, being tied up and made helpless was one of my fantasies during sex. In some ways, I was kind of a tomboy, but I still had dark fantasies about being taken by some big, strong guy, being manhandled and ravished senselessly. Of course, the guy was always super-hot.

"I might have mentioned that I uhm had some experience in tying girls up," he half mumbled as he looked away.

"You asshole!"

"She won't tell anyone!"

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"

"Well, I didn't exactly. I mean, she just asked if any girl had ever had me tie her up, and I said yes. She figured out it was you."

"How did she figure that out?"

"Uhm, she asked me if it was Kristin or Bethany or Hannah and I said no."

I glared at him. But in addition to being easy to boss around, he wasn't exactly an intellectual. He was putty in Amanda's hands.

Amanda returned then, and since Kevin had pulled me closer to him the only place for her to sit was on my other side. Not that this seemed to bother her. She sat down her glass on the coffee table before her along with a bowl of potato chips.

"Found anything yet?" she asked. "No? Okay, then I'll choose."

She practically snatched the remote from my hand because I was holding it loosely and was surprised. But I couldn't really complain. After all, she was paying and it was her house.

I looked at her in a new light, though. I had fooled around with girls a little bit but hadn't gone beyond the kissing and caressing part. And most of that was done to tease, taunt, and show off in front of guys. It wasn't that serious, in other words. But I won't say I hadn't had ideas or wasn't curious.

It was mostly guys that turned me on, though. Big, strong guys I could look up to. Girls? Well, there had been opportunities, because it wasn't like girls had never hit on me. Nor women, for that matter, especially on sports teams. I had even been tempted a time or two, just to see what it was like.

Given what Kevin just told me it was impossible not to consider what it would be like to have sex with Amanda. She was a pretty girl, and she had, as you would expect, a very carefully planned exercise routine that kept her in shape. She was also someone I would not expect to be gossiping about things like that. Amanda never talked about 'improper' things in public. If other girls did, she would tend to leave the room.

It was interesting to discover she had hidden layers in that regard. The idea of sleeping with her was not all that unpleasant. The idea of letting her tie me up, though, with Kevin there to help was one that was slowly building within my mind and tightening my chest muscles.

She was scrolling intently through the numerous offerings and then suddenly stopped and looked at the two of us. I turned my head quickly away, and I think Kevin did, as well.

"What are you guys up to?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing!" I exclaimed.

"Kevin?" she growled.

"We aren't doing anything, I swear! And I didn't tell her anything, either!"

I rolled my eyes helplessly. He was such a hapless fool sometimes!

"I see." Amanda put the remote back on the table and turned toward me.

"What exactly has this big mouth told you?" she asked.

"Nothing! I mean, uh, about what?"

She leaned forward to scowl past me at Kevin. Then she shrugged and turned her eyes to me.

"Kevin wants a threesome, and you're one of the names that he suggested. I told him you were very hot, and that I would be interested. What do you think?"

Amanda was a very forthright person and could even be quite blunt at times. She wasn't one to pussyfoot around.

I had just started considering things, and only with regard to wondering what that would be like. I had not progressed to actually considering doing it!

Now my mind kind of stuttered with confusion and uncertainty. I didn't want to insult her but wasn't exactly ready to say yes. On the other hand, I hadn't considered it enough to say no.

"I uhm, I haven't actually thought about it," I said haltingly.

"Have you ever slept with a girl before?"

"Well, no."

"Is Kevin the only person to have tied you up?"

My face was already red, but it heated a lot further after she got those words out.

I stuttered something defensively and she interrupted.

"I don't frankly see Kevin as being good at dominating anyone. He's too nice and not at all threatening. I suppose that's why you chose him. But it's also probably why you enjoyed that experience less than you otherwise would have. Playing the dominance game requires somebody able to dominate you."

My eyes narrowed.

"I'm not going to pretend I could make you do anything you didn't want to do," she said calmly. "You're not a weak-willed person. But if you wanted to be dominated in bed, I am pretty sure I'm a good enough actress to play the proper role. Domination is not just about the physical, after all. It's more mental than physical. You have to set the proper tone and speak in the proper voice. You have to be decisive and firm with the submissive."

"Have you been reading stuff on the internet again?"

"Reading is how you learn, Emily. Doing is how you refine your learning."

She gestured at Kevin. "Stand up," she barked.

Kevin seemed a little surprised but stood up as she ordered.

"Go and stand in front of the coffee table."

He did as she told him.

"Now take off your clothes."

He grinned and peeled his T-shirt up and off.

"Hey! Wait a minute! I haven't agreed to anything!" I exclaimed.

"So? You've seen him naked before. It should be no big deal to see it again."

Kevin was quickly naked while I sat there with my mind squirming in confusion, embarrassment, and uncertainty. His body was even better than I remembered. Apparently, working construction had toned him up considerably.

"He has an excellent body," Amanda said.

She stood up and peeled her own T-shirt up and off as I gaped at her. She undid her bra and moved it very casually, then undid her shorts and pushed them and her underwear down her legs even as I was starting to object.

"You should see what you would be dealing with."

She stood before me with her shoulders back and her small, pert breasts outthrust.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed, extremely uncomfortable.

"This is an opportunity for you to explore both sex with girls and bondage safely. Unless you're afraid of either Kevin or me?"

The idea of being afraid of Kevin was just silly. And Amanda was way smaller and weaker than me.

She pulled her shorts on, then put on her bra and T-shirt. She gestured to Kevin to get dressed, then sat down beside me.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're a little crazy," I said.

"I'm just being honest. Did you want me to seduce you? That could take a while. You're a very careful person and I judge that you would not trust hints. So, I thought I'd simply put it out there. I think you're a beautiful girl and have a beautiful body. And I have had sex with girls before and I bet I could show you things you haven't seen yet."

"I've seen naked people," I muttered.

"That's not what I mean. Don't be stupid. I know how to please a woman in bed better than Kevin did when he was seeing you. I have taught him a lot since then, of course. I'm a very demanding person."

Of that, I had no doubt.

"But I place the same demands on myself as I do on others. If I expect them to be good at something I expect myself to be very good at it. I'm confident I can give you multiple orgasms."

Holy shit! There was blunt and then there was way out there blunt! My face reddened further.

"I think we should give it a try and see where it leads. You can back out at any time, of course. But I'm sure I could make you scream."

I laughed uncomfortably. "I'm not the kind of person to scream," I said.

"That means you're inhibited. You're afraid that showing how much pleasure you're experiencing will cause your partner to think less of you. Or you don't trust them and are afraid they will tell others."

"Or maybe I just wasn't that turned on," I said, frowning at her.

"That is possible of course. It won't be with me."

"You're awfully sure of yourself given you know very little about my sexual history."

"You don't have much of a sexual history from what I recall. You were with the same guy for most of high school and from what I overheard you saying to other girls the sexual part of that relationship hadn't been particularly exciting. Of course, you could have gone crazy since you were with Kevin but I doubt it. You're far too cautious, like I said, too careful about your reputation.

"I've seen lots of guys since him!" I said defensively.

"How about this? You give us five minutes and see if we can't turn you on?"

The way she put it made that sound almost reasonable. If you didn't realize how outrageous it was.

My insides had been swirling wildly during this because as reluctant as I was to just jump into something this crazy the idea of a threesome was starting to really appeal to me. When you threw in the bondage element, I was actually starting to get turned on. But I couldn't let myself show that, couldn't admit it openly. Not yet. Not this easily.

"Stand up," she said.

"Why?"

"Submissives don't ask why. They obey. That's the nature of being submissive."

"I'm not submissive!"

"I think you want to be submissive in bed. There are a lot of psychological reasons why women, in particular, like that idea. If they can pretend, to fantasize that they're being forced, being ordered, being made to do something then it lets them do what they want to do without guilt. And if I'm wrong there's an easy way to prove it."

"How?" I asked suspiciously.

She raised her eyebrows and gave me one of those 'don't be stupid' looks.

"This is idiotic. I'm leaving."

I stood up and moved around the coffee table.

"You might never have another chance to experiment in things like this," she said. "You know Kevin and me. You know he has a fantastic body. You know we won't harm you."

"I'm not some bondage freak, okay?!" I said, exasperated.

"I never suggested you were. I think you're just a girl like me who would like to experiment with things that society and our peers say we aren't allowed to experiment with. Are you afraid of what you'll discover about yourself?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," I said, hotly.

"Then why not spend a few minutes and see what happens?"

I scowled at her, and even more deeply at Kevin.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I demanded, arms crossed.

"Start by sitting back down."

I frowned but then moved back and sat down between them, wary, nervous, and wildly uncertain about what I should do, or what I dared to do.