Jennifer Discovers Herself

Jennifer finds herself lost in life. Unable to get over her ex-boyfriend Colin, she makes poor decisions and puts herself in bad situations. Until she meets her match on Tinder.

A silly side-story expanding on Jennifer, mentioned in The Happiness of Ella Bloom.

1 - Lost in a spa resort

I have been hiking all morning. Actually, I’ve only been going for an hour or two. But I’m already tired. My backpack is heavy, my feet hurt and I feel filthy.

Why did I decide to go on this walk again? Oh yes, to ‘find myself’ and to be responsible for once and not go party in Ibiza. Damn what a stupid idea. What was I thinking? I step around some bushes and there is a path. A neat narrow road actually, complete with cobblestone, sidings and lanterns.

I have no idea where I am now, this isn’t supposed to be here. Not that I had any clue before, but there isn’t supposed to be any trace of civilization for miles other than the hiking trail.

Come to think of it, had I been walking on the trail? I haven’t seen a trail marker since yesterday morning. I’ve just been following what I thought was a path.

Hmm…

Who knew that a chick from London with zero survival skills should use her GPS in the forests of Slovakia or get lost.

Yea, I know, it makes no sense.

I adjust my pack and head left on the pavement and a couple of minutes later I’m standing in the lobby of a mountain retreat spa. 

It's a basic hotel kind of setup, lots of light wood and tiles. A massage and soothing bath sounds so nice right now.

Images of soothing hot springs, saunas and hot tubs and tasty healthy food float before my eyes as I try to resist booking a full-service spa package for the rest of my vacation.

C’mon stupid, this is supposed to be a camping trip for self-discovery. Stick to your plan…

Weeeell, maybe just one night. Treat myself.

10 seconds later I’m writing my name on the reservation form.

‘Jennifer Hill’

I enter my age, 31. My gender, female, obviously. I’m from London, in the UK. My address, none of your business. So I enter London again. Email, nope(at)gmail.com. My weight? What the… I take off 2 stone and enter 6.5. My height? Why? But I enter 5 feet 8 inches. Diet preference? Allergies, what? I give up and skip the rest. 

Who cares, right? I’m just here to sleep, shower and to get a massage.

The receptionist doesn’t know what a stone is and asks for my real weight, but I don’t know. 

80 pounds maybe? I guess.

The woman thinks I’m more like 120. But unkindly puts me down for ‘+/-100?’. She then asks about the rest.

“I’m just here to sleep, take a shower and get a massage.” I resolutely shut her down.

The room includes an optional service package. If I want it, and if so, this afternoon or in the evening?

“Yea sure, now is good. Whatever.” I confirm, assuming that’s the masseuse. A massage before dinner? yes please.

“Do you prefer male or female?”

“Eh, female is fine.” I answer not caring about who brings my drinks or who does the massage.

And with that I’m shown to my room. It’s a nice room. A big queen size bed, private bathroom with a view. Out the window I have a view of the forest, there are some pointy mountains in the background. It’s nice. I look down at the pool and the sun-beds around it. Some people are being lazy around it. Also nice.

I drop my backpack to the floor and take off my boots.

“Ahhhh…” I enjoy the feeling, but wrinkle my nose at the odor coming from my feet. I’ve been camping for the last 5 days without much of any hygiene. I mean, I have wet wipes and sat in a little stream yesterday, but pfft.

I peel off my leggings too.

I stink! And that's all Colin's fault. If he hadn’t broken up with me I’d probably be in his bed right now.

Just as I land face down on my bed in my T-shirt and panties there is a polite knock on the door.

I let out a deep sigh and climb off the bed again.

Peeking through the peephole there is an attractive young face in front of it with a neat bun on top of her head.

“Yes?” I ask through the door.

“I’m here for your service package.” It is discretely announced.

“Oh right…” I open the door to a crack and gaze at the beauty standing outside the door.

Dyed blonde hair, blue-green eyes. Very feminine face. Actually, she has a similar build as me. About my height, slender build. Decent cup-size. But unlike me, she looks Russian. 

Anybody from eastern Europe looks Russian to me, but what do I know?

“Eh… Hello.” I don’t really know what else to say. But she steps forward and pushes the door open, revealing a high heeled boot and before I can say anything she’s in my room and the door clicks shut behind her. Her purse drops on the chair with a clunk.

“Take my coat.” She orders me with an accent, and opens her coat slightly.

“Ehh, su… sure.” I stutter and reach for the shoulders of her coat, revealing a thin woman in a tight leather skirt topped by a white blouse. She looks very business-like.

I put the coat away and turn to the woman. I’m not sure what her deal is, but she sure doesn’t look like room service or a masseuse.

Seeing my gaze she smiles disarmingly, clearly appreciating my bare legs, and asks what I would like to do.

“Ehh. I was promised something like a service thing. I dunno…” I mumble. “A massage I guess?”

The woman eyes me up and down and clearly likes what she sees and takes charge. “Or we’ll do something a bit more mature.” She makes a movement like she swings a whip.

“What? Who, who, what are you?” I stutter. What is she suggesting? My mind races.

“Ms. Hill. My name is Mikula. I can be your masseuse or your mistress, or both. You decide.” She matter of factly tells me.

“I think there has been a misunderstanding.” I mumble. Not sure what to make of this Mikula person. She’s very much present in the room, as if she controls the air in it.

“I see.” Mikula turns on her heels and heads for her coat.

“Wait!” I call out. “I get masseuse… But what does a mistress do? What’s that?”

“I will bring you under my spell and give you an experience you’ll never forget.” Mikula mysteriously announces with a seductive smile while eyeing me up.

“What? Like bondage and shit?” I smirk, my nerves twist my stomach in a knot so tight it hurts.

Mikula’s heels click-clack on the floor as she approaches me and stares into my eyes with a grin. “No, not ‘bondage and shit’… Miss Hill, but I’ll control you all the same and give you a full body massage, and I have a strap-on.”

I blink nervously, “A what?! I’ve never done that before.” 

Suddenly I’m scared of her.

“Your…” Mikula starts with a sweet voice.

“Honest. I’ve never done anything like that!” I interrupt her. My body trembles.

She looks me up and down and sees my nerves. 

“Maybe you want to try it? It can be very liberating…” She suggests with a sweet voice.

I stare at her, “What the hell are you talking about? Can I just get a massage?”

“I see,” she says decisively. “I’ll be your masseuse mistress then. But first, get me a drink and run us a bath. You smell…”

“Ehh, sorry about that… I’ve been in the woods… Ehm… What would you like to drink?” I whisper. I’m so nervous for this woman, yet I can’t turn her away. I wonder why she has this commanding effect on me.

“Hmm, anything except soda or beer.” Mikula clarifies a tiny bit.

The knot in my stomach raises to my throat, I can’t say a word and look through the minibar. I’ll play it safe and choose Champagne. Everyone can appreciate Champagne, right?

Mikula nods approvingly and I feel a little more at ease as I pour a glass for her. I’m then told to prepare a hot bath. 

I obey without another word and disappear into the bathroom. Mikula waits in the main room while she sips her champagne.

When the bath is ready she tells me to strip and sit in the hot water.

“Ehh… I’m not a lesbian you know?” I weakly refuse.

“Sure you aren’t…” Mikula smirks. She starts taking off her outfit and I look shyly away.

Two minutes later I sit in the bath with my arms around my knees staring at the faucet in front of me. I’m pedaling my feet and hands under water to stir it so the soap I poured in makes bubbles. 

I need looooots of bubbles for what’s about to happen.

Slowly the water gets covered in foam, somewhat protecting my modesty.

I feel Mikula slide into the bath behind me.

When she’s situated her hands land on my shoulders and she gently squeezes. I flinch at the touch.

“Don’t be so tense. Never had anyone touch you?” Mikula wonders.

“Not escorts, no…” I’ve decided that she’s a prostitute and not the expected masseuse.

She smiles unseen by me and tells me to close my eyes and tell her all about myself and why I’m so tense.

What the fuck is happening? I wonder. One moment I'm wandering in the woods and the next I'm sitting in a bath with a therapist escort mistress?

But I start telling this stranger about my woes of the past few months and a load drops from my shoulders with every week that passes in my sad story.

Maybe Mikula knows what she’s doing. Her massage is actually pretty good, even though it’s a weird one. She gently kneads my shoulders and arms. She does my sides and works her knuckles on my back. The hot water helps a lot too.

Mikula listens attentively and asks for a few clarifications along the way, but overall seems interested in my story.

I tell her how I am still in love with a man named Colin. How cute and sweet he is. Rich too. That we had been dating for over two years. How I wanted to keep advancing our relationship. But then suddenly, out of nowhere, he broke up with me almost a year ago. I tell her that I walked out on him in anger.

Then, that my friends suggested a solo backpack trip through Europe to re-discover myself. That I’m supposed to hop-skip-hike-and-bus from Slovakia to Luxembourg. I have a bunch of hiking trails in that direction with bus trips in between. Slovakia is part one, and I think I got lost on the trail and ended up here.

“Keep your eyes closed… Try to relax, and keep talking.” She says midway through and she scoots forward and leans into me against my back. I feel her breasts push into me.

“Hey hey… What are you doing?” I nervously ask.

“I’m helping you relax.” Mikula says as she reaches forward under my arms and firmly rubs the outside of my legs.

I sigh. Deciding she’s super weird. But I do feel more relaxed.

“Tell me about your boyfriend and the breakup.” Mikula instructs me.

As I continue, my voice trembles when I get to the part where Colin got upset with me when I found out he was writing an elaborate email to some woman named Ella. 

I feel her hands slide up and cup my breasts and I flinch.

“Up-pupup. Keep your eyes closed and relax. You’re doing very well.” Mikula instructs me with her soft voice.

I obey and continue telling her that I cursed at Colin, and that I was so angry. And all he would say is that he didn’t want to see me again. It’s been many months and I still don’t know why he was so abrupt in breaking up. 

I realize that he never told me why he broke up with me. I think it’s because of that cunt, Ella. But I’m not sure.

I’m reliving our fight when she kneads my boobs and a kiss is pressed in my neck.

“Mikula?” I ask with a trembling voice.

“Yes Miss Hill?”

“That feels pretty good.” I admit with a tiny voice.

“I know…” Comes her whispered answer.

I stare at my knees unsure of my feelings as Mikula keeps stroking my body and keeps pressing little kisses on my neck and back.

When she’s done I’m more relaxed than I have been in months. Unfortunately the water is cooling down and Mikula gets out of the bath and motions for me to follow her.

I shyly climb out and stand with my back to her as she dries us both off. Spending the next twenty minutes blow drying our hair in silence.

Maybe she’s not a prostitute but an in-room spa therapist or something? Does that exist? I’m shy to ask, and she didn’t correct me when I insinuated she was an escort.

Sooo, yeah…

I quietly let her do her thing and sit on the edge of the bath enjoying her touch and kindness. Maybe I am a lesbian after all? I don’t think so. But then, she’s just being nice to me because she’s getting paid, right? 

I really quite like the touch of a woman though.

When we’re done she wraps the only bathrobe around herself and guides me naked to my bed.

I’m lying down on my side, with my back to her. I’m shy being naked and this is my way of hiding myself. I’m just thinking again what the hell I’m doing with this woman, when for the first time in maybe 30 minutes she speaks.

With a soft whisper she asks, “Are you ready for part two?”

I slowly nod, unsure what that means and I’m told to close my eyes again.

Mikula gets up and pours another glass of Champagne and stares at the confused naked woman before her. She looks through her bag and straps on a strap-on.

I sneak a peek at what she’s doing and see the large dildo on her crotch. Sex with a woman? I’m no fucking lesbian! 

“What are you doing? You misunderstand. I’m not a lesbian.”

“Are you sure?” Mikula smiles at me like she knows something about me that I don’t.

“Yes, yes! I only picked a woman because I thought it’s for room service. I just want a massage.” I hastily explain.

“You didn’t mind me just now in the bath…” Mikula whispers in my ear. 

I say nothing and just stare at her strap-on. Unable to take my eyes off of it.

She follows my look and grins. Mikula slyly asks. “I knew it… So can I fuck you now? I’m sure you’ll like it.”

I nod and can’t help but think, What’s the fucking point of resisting. She'll do what she wants anyway, just get it over with and leave me alone.

Mikula notices my resigned response and laughs knowingly at me as rolls me over so I’m on my back. She positions herself between my legs.

“Hey…” She whispers at me. “You’re doing great. How do you feel?”

“Nothing makes sense anymore…” I grumble.

Mikula hesitates and drops next to me leaning on her elbow. She has a bit of a confession to make, “I ehh, I have to admit today is a bit strange for me too.”

“How so? Aren’t you just an escort doing your job? Against my will, I might add!” I growl at her.

"Oh don't be so dramatic… If you truly didn't want me here you'd tell me to leave."

I sigh, thinking she's probably right. I’m just a weak minded fool today.

"Fine, not really against my will then… But you know, I just wanted a massage and sleep."

“Anyway, today is strange for me…” Mikula ignores my complaint. “Because well, yes I’m an escort. But it’s strange, because when I was sent here I didn't want to go, until I saw you.”

I stare at her not really understanding what she’s getting at.

“I never did this with a woman before… But it’s ehh, nice.” Mikula studies my face.

“I kinda like you too… But not at all at the same time.” I confess barely audible.

We’re quiet for a few moments but then I can’t stop myself. I have to know.

“So ehh, you’re in love then? Like a lesbian?” I ask her.

Mikula asserts herself and looks at me. “I don’t know… Maybe for you I can be.”

“Oh…” I don’t know what to do with that information.

“You’re not just playing a role?” I ask.

“I am, or was. But then I saw you as I entered the room and I got all flustered. You’re so pretty, and wonderfully submissive.” Mikula explains. “Actually I want to stay with you all night.”

“Oh…OK.” Is all I can say.

“Or longer, I’d love to be your mistress… It’ll be so much fun having a submissive lover to play with.”

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. This must be the most insane afternoon in my life. I’ve never felt more lost, screwed over and flattered all at once. And now I’m actually being seduced by this prostitute? What the fuck!

Mikula sees my conflict and senses my rejection of current events.

I then make a decision. Instantly that knot in my stomach is back. “Fine, fuck it. Fuck me. Do what you want with me. I don’t care anymore. Just get it over with.” I give up on logic and reason. 

Anything to forget Colin I suppose.

The last couple of hours had flipped a series of switches in my brain. Every time she suggests or does something to me, another switch flips. Each switch tears down a piece of my life. Things like logical thought, reason and how I set boundaries. It’s confusing as hell… But I also realized that I desperately want to be loved and appreciated. I want to feel happy. 

If that is provided by a Slovakian whore for the day, so be it. 

Mikula is quiet for a second. Processing my words. “Yeah ok… I want you to care though Jennifer.” She tenderly tells me and grabs my hand, squeezing it.

“I care…” I assure her. “I’m just fucking tired of my life, of being me. This, what you’re doing to me… It’s confusing! My brain is full, so do as you please.” I grimace.

“I see.” Mikula sounds disappointed and gets up and walks away. I assume she’s getting ready to leave.

I roll on my side and curl up ready to pass out and sleep.

I hear a splash of water and then Mikula returns a minute later.

“Jennifer?” Mikula whispers behind me. “Are you sure?”

“Sure about what?”

“I can do what I want? Can we make love? I’ll be gentle…” Mikula whispers. Clearly she’s not bothered with my mood and doubts.

I say nothing, but after a few moments I nod into my pillow. I hear a giggle and moments later she leans over me as she pushes my right leg aside and lowers her crotch over mine. Her strap-on pressing into my vagina.

“Ohhhmmm.” I moan, biting my lip.

With an elated sigh Mikula lies down on me. Our boobs press into each other and she looks me in the eyes as she starts thrusting with her hips.

A slight moan escapes her mouth.

I squirm under her and let out small moans as the dildo slides in and out of me. With one hand planted next to my head she stares into my eyes with a wanton lust I have never seen in a partner before.

Yes, partner… There is no love here. Not from my side anyway.

Then her head comes down and she kisses me. Full of passion she clamps her lips down on mine and our tongues entangle. There is love from her side, I think.

All the while the dildo pistons in-and-out of me at a steady pace.

I come to my senses a bit, realizing I’m having sex with a female prostitute. And wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.

I tell myself she’s just a sex experiment!

The girth of the dildo inside of me feels good enough, and her passion is entrancing. I’m more or less under her spell just as she promised. 

We awkwardly and slowly make love for almost an hour.

I grasp at her breasts and pinch her nipple, in return she sucks on mine. When I pull her close and squeeze our torso's together she kisses my neck and I softly bite hers. This playing around, it's maddening really. But oh so enjoyable at the same time.

Suddenly I tense up and have my orgasm. “HURK!” I groan as I arch my back and strain my face. Seconds later it passes and I ride out my wave of pleasure.

I’ve never felt as good as I did at that moment. I’ve never had an orgasm quite like it. Quiet, intense.

I keep telling myself that I’m not a lesbian. That she’s just a curiosity in a moment of weakness, but nobody in my head is listening really.

When Mikula finally has her orgasm she gasps loudly and muffles a squeal in my neck. She then rolls off of me and we lie next to each other, she’s taking deep breaths and I look between my boobs at the dildo that obscenely sticks straight up and smirk at what we just did.

“Jennifer?”

“What?” I mumble with a drawn out voice.

“Can I stay here tonight?” She sounds like a little girl. Totally different from the bossy lady she has been until now.

I roll over and look at the sweet face before me. Reaching out and stroking her cheek.

“Who are you really?” I wonder.

“I’m Elena Mikula. My friends call me Elena.” Comes her small voice.

“I’m Jennifer Hill, how do you do?” I smile at her.

I sit up and watch her remove the strap-on harness. I’m still not sure what to think of all this.

“You’re not a real escort are you?” I wonder.

“No…” Elena confirms.

“What are you then?” I stare at her chest. She probably has the same cup-size as me, a firm B.

“I’m a masseuse. But I’ve been doing escort work for 2 weeks. You’re my 3rd call.” She tells me with a sad smile. “I don’t want to, but being just a masseuse pays like crap.”

“Really?” I wonder how much of my room price goes to her and think it can't be that much. Aren’t good escorts paid by the hour? Like 100s per hour? Maybe Slovakia is different. I have no idea.

“How old are you?” I ask next, it occurs to me she’s very young looking.

“I’m 19 next month…” She whispers at me and holds out her hand. “Come with me…”

“Elena, I…” I hesitate as I feel her soft hand. I want to tell her I’m not really attracted to her but hold my tongue.

“Come… Let’s take a shower.” Elena livens up.

Elena guides me to the shower and we hold each other for the next hour as we stand under the hot water. Our embrace tight as our breasts press together. Our heads lean on each other’s shoulders.

Neither of us wants to say it, but for the moment we’re really enjoying each other. For various reasons I suppose. Me because I’m just a confused, lonely, London city girl. She because I think she’s falling in love with me.

“Elena? What if I don’t want to be alone tonight?” I whisper.

“I’ll stay if you want…” She sounds upbeat.

I nod into her shoulder. “Let's have sex with the dildo again. I’d like that… I think.”

More experimenting, I tell myself.

We’re silent for many minutes and the only sound is from the water spluttering around us.

Maybe I am a lesbian after-all?

Elena kisses my collar bone, “What do you think? Can I stay?”

“Eh? Oh, yes. I guess.” I realize she sounds a bit needy. Pushy maybe. I consider that that is probably the dominant in her… Maybe she fancies me to be her escape from her life situation?

“We'll see where we are tomorrow.” I grin.

“Let’s try something new, I'll tie you up tonight… I’ve always wanted to try that.” Elena promises.

“What?!” I say startled.

Our weird moment is interrupted when the shower temperature suddenly drops. And we both yelp and escape the cold water. We dry off and don't set our boundaries about bondage.

We have dinner together that night. Elena insists on a local place with good sausage and schnitzel.

I wonder why she's like this. She’s going full girlfriend or something. But I never acknowledged her love.

After dinner we come back to my room and spend the evening together. We watch some TV, have a pillow fight. And before midnight I'm tied up in bed. My arms are tied to my sides with a pair of leggings. And with a T-shirt she tied my ankles together. I lie on my stomach as Elena stands over me. She prods my butt with her foot as she seems to consider her next move.

I twist my neck to see what she's doing and see her jump off the bed. She rummages through my backpack. She's not saying anything.

She seems very determined, a bit distant maybe?

I write it off as nervous love and say nothing either and try to enjoy my sex experiment. Though I wish for more casual lovemaking. Not so much this bondage stuff. But hey she was saying sweet things when she captured me.

What can possibly go wrong, right?

During dinner I had a good think about recent developments and had come to the conclusion that while at the moment this is quite enjoyable, I am not really attracted to Elena.

Sure she's hot and bossy, two things I appreciate. But I feel no love for her. I figured that since I'm curious about sex with a woman, I’ll go along with what she's doing for now. 

My plan is to leave in the morning.

That'll conclude my lesbian stint and, yes I actually thought about this, if I can't forget about it, I'll try it again with a woman back home.

Elena finds what she’s looking for in my pack and comes at me with a handful of underwear. 

“Open wide!” She orders me all boss-like and I comply on auto-pilot.

She pushes a thong in each of my cheeks and two pairs of panties down the middle. Then she ties the sash of the room's bathrobe around my head keeping it all in place. The excess she loops back to the front, covering my eyes with the knot.

I ‘mmmph’ in distress. This is a bit much, no? I just want a casual fucking like earlier. Not advanced bondage.

I feel Elena straddle my knees and she interrupts my thoughts.

"I know you don't love me, Jennifer. I’ve figured you out!" She whispers over my back as she bends forward.

I 'mmmph' in my gag and shake my head.

"Don't lie to me. I know you don't. You plan to abandon me tomorrow!" Elena assures me.

"OOHHMMKAAYYY" I mumble into the gag, admitting she’s right.

"I should leave, right?" Elena ponders, "Leave you alone and be all upset and heartbroken about your betrayal?"

I listen to her whisper, wondering what she's getting at. I'm not betraying her. I never even said the magic words. All I did was go along with her and I said I kinda liked it.

"Well, I'm not leaving. Instead I'll punish you for misleading me. I’m going to fuck your ass…” Elena sounds upset now. “Just like those dumbass men that call for a mistress. Don’t you think that’s a good punishment for you? Jennifer?"

What? I think, panicked. Of-course not! And I wildly shake my head. Can't we just cuddle and fuck and sleep and then I'll leave in the morning? I squirm under her.

I whine pathetically. Actually, why should I leave? This is my room, so she should leave. I'll even pay her if she wants. But I can’t speak while gagged and she doesn’t seem interested in what I have to say anyway.

"Oh stop it Jennifer. You’ve had your chance! We could have had something, but you ruined it now!" Elena smacks my butt with her hand.

Without another word Elena positions herself, and the tip of the dildo presses between my butt cheeks. She dribbles a dollop of spit on it as I squeal and struggle. She's relentless and the thick dildo is forced into my ass. She slowly pushes in, retracts a bit and goes in a bit deeper. In and out and back in further, until it's all the way in.

I struggle and try to throw her off, but she’s firmly on top and I can’t escape her.

"See?" Elena whispers near my ear as she lies on my back. "I told you it’s a good punishment!"

I never had anything up my butt. This is so unnecessary, so unwanted! I cry into the pillow.

Elena then plants her hands on my upper arms and starts to fuck me. Slowly at first, but quicker and quicker as her breathing gets heavier. Soon she's pounding into me and all I can do is cry and endure her assault.

She doesn’t say anything, but that’s just as hurtful as when she had kept talking. I feel objectified. A thing that only exists for her fun.

And anal? I’m so terribly humiliated. 

Luckily it doesn't really hurt, not like I expected, but I'm not enjoying myself at all.

When she's done twenty minutes later she climbs off the bed and washes up in the bathroom while I struggle on the bed. 

I’m panting through my nose from the anal assault and try to calm down. But my stress level is higher than ever.

Raped by a prostitute… And in my butt no less. It’s the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me.

When she comes back she's fully dressed and looks like she's getting ready to leave. I look nervously at what she's doing as she goes through my backpack again, stuff is thrown everywhere until she finds my backup wallet.

"I'll take this…" She holds up almost a thousand Euros in cash.

My eyes go wide, "MNOOH!" I yell at her through the gag. That's my emergency money, for accidents and stuff.

She grins evilly at me and continues to search for valuables in my bag. Quietly pocketing a silver bracelet and ring. I look on helplessly as she robs me. My handheld GPS goes in her bag, the cash from my regular wallet. She even takes my designer sunglasses.

When she's finally done my clothes and camping gear are strewn around her. 

"What a load of crap…" She announces. Kicking my sleeping bag across the room.

She then grabs another pair of leggings and ties one leg around the shirt around my ankles, cinching it very tight. Next she forces my arms together behind my back and tightly ties my wrists to the other leg of the leggings.

I wail and cry as I’m being trussed up into a hogtie. Unable to resist, I feel super betrayed. I stare at her as I continue sniffling and crying. I follow her every move. My eyes are shooting fire at her. 

I struggle with my thoughts and emotions. How dare she abuse and rob me after our sweet afternoon together. Elena sits next to me on the bed.

"If you tell anyone, I tell everyone you begged me to fuck your ass and paid me for it. Everyone will know what an enormous whore you are." She threatens me with a low voice and presses a kiss on my bulging cheek.

Before I realize the meaning of her words the door falls in its lock and she's gone. I’m left behind stunned. I don’t move for a full minute as I process her parting words.

WHAT! THE! FUCK!?

Now, I’m not a poor woman. My life in London is one of relative luxury thanks to my parents. I have a decent job as a marketing assistant, too. So I don't really care about the money or the stuff she took. I mean, it’s a lot of money. I’m not a wasteful person. But you know, I’ll get more. The loss of my bracelet and ring are a bit harder to accept. They were gifts from a good friend back home.

Not to mention the loss of my anal virginity. Terrible. And for what? Only to keep me from talking? My butt ruined, over some hurt feelings. 

Fucking hell, what a massive cunt! I cry in my bondage and struggle to get free.

With weak fingers I finally manage to untie myself after wrestling with the knots for 3 hours. And I have an urgent need to clean myself. I sit in the bath for an hour. I’m scrubbing my body, trying to get rid of the stink of her betrayal. I feel devastated really. I truly thought she liked me. 

Am I that stupid and gullible? I stick my head in the water and scream for as long as I can.

And what do I do about it? Like she said, if I tell anyone about it everyone will find out how a London girl got buttfucked and had kinky sex with a prostitute.

Unacceptable! Nobody can ever find out!

Maybe she truly was upset at her realization of me not loving her and this was revenge? Or maybe her plan was to rob me all along…

I don't know and I cry into the night.

In the morning I saunter around the little village near the spa resort, but of-course I don't see Elena. And what would I do if I did? Kick her in the head and steal my stuff back?

Fuck it, I'm going home! With my bag in my arms I leave around lunch time. I don’t say a word, throw my room key over the reception desk and just march out and down the hill to the village.

I’ll write a scathing review too! Fuck this hotel.

I don’t really know where I am, but as soon as I see a taxi I flag it down and ask the driver to take me to a bus station. A 40 minute ride later and we end up in the nearby city Prešov at a large bus terminal. The driver kindly waits for me as I get cash from an ATM and I pay him extra for his patience. 

He then helps me with my bag and I end up at the information booth. He’s so friendly, I probably tipped too much.

At the info booth I ask how to get to Vienna and am told I could take a bus. I understand there is no direct route to Vienna, but the farthest I can go is Bratislava. From there there should be another bus or something for the final bit.

Yeah, I’m being a dumbass right now. I should've gone to nearby Košice Airport where I started my hike last week.

Anyway, I’ve been in Vienna several times, I know how that place works. So that’s my focus.

Just as the bus departs the station I send a message to Colin, asking him if I can come by. I feel super depressed and could really do with his kind smile and friendship. 

Wouldn’t it be nice if he took me back and picked me up from the airport? But he doesn’t reply.

Unknown to Jennifer, Colin spends the whole day fighting with his girlfriend Ella over her message. Who Jennifer is and why he’s cheating. 

It's a five to six hour journey and I enjoy the landscape, but about half way through I fall asleep and I have a scary dream where Elena chases after me with her strap-on and every time I stop moving it pokes at my butt.

In actuality my backpack is poking me in my butt every time the bus hits a bump.

I wake with a yelp as someone shakes my shoulder and informs me that we've reached Bratislava, the bus is not going any further. 

After looking around the bus terminal I think there is no bus to Vienna from here. Because why would there be? But there is a taxi van that wants to take me. I agree to their ridiculous fee and spend another hour cooped up with three other suckers who paid for the ride going to Vienna. At-least it’s a direct route to the airport. I arrive at Vienna International Airport around dinner time.

Six hours later, just after midnight, I landed at Heathrow Airport in London. I’m exhausted, but am safely in my own country! 

Woohoo!

For the next week I keep thinking about my time with Elena. Going over what happened and how nice she was at first. I downplay her actions to ‘unwanted sex’. I hate the word rape, and don’t want to think about it that way. I refuse to be a victim. It just makes me angry and sad.

Also something changed in my head, I’m a lot less active and no longer feel like I should be on top of the world. Maybe I like someone on my level, but who also doesn’t shy away from making decisions? Unlike before, where I was the one charging ahead and making decisions most of the time.

But ultimately… I’m just lonely and depressed. When I'm not thinking about her, I’m thinking about Colin. 

Yes, things only got worse for me.

2 - Colin's final refusal

Back in London I briefly set my Tinder app to match with women, but after a few short chats that doesn't feel right for some reason.

Too awkward.

Maybe I'm just scared? Too close to home to hide my dirty secret? My mind wanders to Colin again. I wonder how he is doing, and what he is doing?

Several days pass and I focus on men again. But it’s just hopeless losers and playboys it seems. I don’t see any man I want to hold hands with.

Then a match is made and Katie appears on my screen.

Oh yes, I remember her. One of the few women I was instantly attracted to. What a babe! I can’t help but smile when I look at her photo.

Before I can close the app a message already arrives from her. Damn, she’s in a hurry.

Katie seems really nice in our brief chat, her witty humor is cool. The way she fishes for a date, she basically dares me to meet her. 

Funny! 

More out of lonely curiosity than anything else really I agree to a date. We meet two days later and have tea together at a cafe near Greenwich park. 

Far from everyone I know. Yes, it’s a sneaky date, I don’t want anyone I know to find out.

It was kinda fun. No! It was excellent fun. She’s a cool chick and I want to be her friend. I like her quirky snarky humor.

She left me with a polite kiss on my cheek. But then I never heard from her again. She did say she was busy though, so dunno… 

Typical Tinder experience, right?

I look at her profile from time to time, and send another message, but then life catches up and I’m distracted with other things. Things like work and my friends who want to know why I’m home early.

I tell a lot of lies to hide my shame…

I live south of the city of London, in Welling. basically on the other side of the city from Colin, with the bus and underground it takes more than an hour to get to Kensington, where he lives.

Even so, lately I keep finding excuses to be in Kensington. The bakery there is better, I tell myself. Or the home accessory store there has nicer stuff. I come up with all kinds of stupid excuses to be in his neighborhood, hoping to run into Colin.

After my 2nd week home and on my 8th trip to Kensington, I finally spot him. He’s loitering around outside the Adidas store, checking his phone.

He’s looking handsome and cute as ever.

“Hey Colin!” I call out for him, I rush up to him and grab his elbow.

“Oh, hey… Jennifer.” Colin turns around and looks startled as if he was expecting someone else. He stares at my hand on his arm.

I quickly let go of him.

“How are you? Did you get my message?!” I greet him a bit too loud.

“I did… A couple of weeks ago…” he cautiously replies.

“Well? What do you think?” I ask with a needy look on my face.

“What are you doing here?” Colin coldly wants to know. He steps back and stands 2 feet away and looks around as if he’s looking for an escape.

“Coliiin! Don’t be so distant. Shall we get a drink and talk things over? I miss you so much, and I really really really need a friend.”

“Damn Jennifer. A bit late for that don’t you think? It's been what? A year?” Colin looks for a way out and takes another step back, clearly he’s not keen on seeing me.

“Only eleven months. But I get it…” I say, suddenly I’m angry, “It’s that Ella bitch isn’t it?”

Actually, now that I think about it. Everything that went wrong in my life in the past year is her fault. If she didn’t exist Colin and I would still be together and I wouldn’t be miserable and lonely. I wouldn’t have been buttfucked, Elena would have never happened. I’d still have my bracelet. This new realization infuriates me. I blamed Colin before. But he’s just a guy, guys get distracted by girls. 

This Ella cunt is the real problem. The angry thoughts shoot through my mind in an instant.

“No, not the Ella bitch. My lovely fiancé Ella! Now piss off.” Colin sounds genuinely upset, like I insulted him personally, and he starts to walk towards the store.

“She’ll never make you happy! Remember what we had! It’ll never work!” I call after him out of spite. 

Oh, I’m so angry and hateful. I resent everything about his woman.

“Fuck off…” Colin calls back and steps through the open door into the store.

He barely crosses the entrance mat when a slender short girl with brown hair jumps at him from between the clothing racks and presents herself to Colin.

“What are you doing baby? Why are you angry? Look, I found it! Doesn’t it look amazing?” I hear her energetic voice. 

I cringe as I stare through the door at Colin and how he is interacting with her. She makes a quick twirl on one foot, lifting her other leg slightly, showing her butt to Colin as she turns like a ballerina. 

Damn she has a boring face. And she’s what, four feet tall? Barely to his elbow. Ridiculous… I can’t believe Colin would choose someone like that over me. I stare at them and feel jealous and sad.

Colin looks approvingly at Ella in her new outfit.

He bends down to her ear and whispers something, I see her face turn red and she giggles embarrassed.

“Coliiiin!” She whines at him with a clear voice. “You can’t say that!”

As I look on, the stupid bitch clamps her arms around his waist and presses her face into his chest trying to hide her red face or something. 

Yeah, no! I don’t like her at all and I wish I could flick her away like an ant and take her place.

When the couple exits the store Colin sees me stare. He makes a gesture in my direction, “Oh yes, this is Jennifer. My EX-girlfriend. SHE! Has come all this way from Welling to make a fool out of herself.”

Several people passing by look at me, and now my head turns red with humiliation. What the fuck Colin!? That’s so mean.

“What’s a welling? Oh… Hello!” Ella looks at me as if I’m a bad memory.

I don’t know why, but her looking at me makes me feel super uncomfortable.

“No… I, eh… I’m just…” Colin humiliated me on the street? I can’t believe my ears. That’s so not him. I’m lost for words.

“I can’t tell you to stay away from here, but please leave us alone. Yes? Try to have a good day.” Colin plainly says, and escorts Ella to the left. 

“Bye Jennifer…” Ella says over her shoulder with uncertain eyes.

“Is she ok?” I hear her ask.

“Shush, or I’ll poke you in your butt!” Colin jokingly scolds her.

Ella giggles and they’re gone. Swallowed into the crowd.

No, she’s not OK, I think after a few seconds. 

That was a clusterfuck of nuclear proportions… I feel like screaming and decide to go home. A tear runs down my cheek and I feel like I’m on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Literally everything in my private life is a stinking pile of failure and lies right now. Or it feels like that anyway.

I’ll never find love at this pace. I’ve got to get past him.

3 - The Woman from Crawley

Lost in thought I bump into a group of men as I step into the subway station and I stumble as I catch myself on someone’s arm.

“Whoa there… Careful!” Comes the voice of who the arm belongs to.

“Owww!” I call out, “Sorry sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“Don’t be daft. We’re seven people, hardly invisible and…” He starts to berate me, but interrupts himself. “Wow… What’s your name.”

“Jennifer. Jennifer Hill. I’m sorry…” I sniffle. 

The guy stares at me for a few moments. Then he looks to one of his friends.

“Her then?” He smirks.

“Yea, she’ll do.” The second guy confirms with a predatory look in his eyes.

“Guys, we’ll catch up. Alright?” The first man calls out to the others. 

A laugh comes from the group. “Yeah yeah, give ‘er one from me!” Comes the unsophisticated encouragement from one of the guys. He makes a thrusting motion with his hips. And they walk off.

I see them go and I roll my eyes. Assholes!

“Hey, you OK? I’m Shane, this is Jon. Come with us?” He has a thick northern accent.

I look up at him and shift my eyes between the two guys. I notice Jon’s eyes and wonder what they're up to. Go where? The way they look at me, I feel like I’m going to end up in a massive gang-bang within the hour.

“NO! FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream hysterically at the duo and run away into the subway station. 

I’m stared after by Shane and Jon and a dozen other people.

I storm down the stairs and into the first waiting subway train. I can’t get home quick enough and when I get there an hour later I slam the door shut behind me and lock it.

Five minutes later I sit squatting in the shower pitying myself, but enjoy the hot water beating down on me. I massage my tender butt and finger myself slowly. I often touch my butt lately. Tracing circles around my sphincter or pushing on it, like a little massage. It’s a stupid habit and I’m not sure why I do it.

All that bitch Ella’s fault. Yes, definitely not mine! I’m the victim here. If Ella didn't exist, everything would be better.

Oh Colin… His image flashes through my mind. He looked happy today.

I finger myself a bit more energetically and have a quiet orgasm thinking about our gentle sex and how sweet he always was as I took the lead during our sexy times. 

So good…

Feeling all weird I jump into bed forgetting to dry my hair. The pillow gets soaked, but I don’t care. I read magazines and a book for the afternoon, skipping dinner and fall into a restless sleep at around 9PM.

My last waking thought is that I should start hating on Colin to move on from him.

So, fuck Colin! What an asshole!

I wake up early the next morning and feel terrible. It’s Monday but I want the world to end. If coffee doesn’t fix me I’m going to call in sick. 

I lean on my kitchen counter as I wait for the coffee machine and try to wake up. 

ping ping

A message arrives on my phone. It’s Katie, she’s back from her trip to Toronto and really wishes to see me. If I’m up for it, she wants to have breakfast at 9. I tap the pin she sent and see it’s a cafe near the Woolwich ferry on the Thames. Never really been there, but it’s only about four miles from where I live.

Four miles is actually not far at all, maybe she lives near there? How convenient!

Duh, she’s a Tinder match, of-course she lives nearby. I remember I set the range to 5 miles or something. I stare at her Tinder photo and instantly feel better about myself. I’ll definitely call in sick for today and I quickly type to Katie that I’ll be there.

A moment later three heart emojis and a ‘Love you Jen’ arrive from her. It seems Katie already knows what she wants.

I arrive five minutes before nine at the cafe and immediately spot Katie, she’s sitting at a window table sipping tea. She’s wearing khaki cargo pants and a knitted black tight top with long sleeves. 

Damn that’s a good look for her.

“Hey babe… Love your outfit.” I gasp seeing her. I kinda just blurt that out without thinking.

“Hey Jen, I’ve missed you.” Katie looks at me with happy eyes. “Babe?”

“Yes, sorry… That just sorta fell out.”

Katie really appreciates my clumsy compliment though.

“Where did you go for the past two weeks? I just about gave up on you…” I stick my tongue out at her. I gave up long ago, thinking she didn’t want to talk anymore.

She looks at me with calculating eyes while the waitress takes our order. When she’s gone Katie has her answer.

“Actually, I was in Canada for work and I thought you didn’t really like me so I ignored you and wanted to move on. But I can’t get you out of my head.”

She bends real close to me and whispers.

“I have a major crush on you… So I’m really happy that you came.”

“I like you… I’m just not so sure about dating women.” I mumble.

“Meaning?”

“I ehh…” We’re interrupted as our order is brought, scones with jam and cream. Croissants and tea. Superfast service here.

“I never dated a woman before.” I just drop the bomb.

“Oh, you’re just curious?” Katie's eyes darken.

“Well, something happened and I keep thinking about it. So I’m pretty sure I am, you know… But I never actually did it.”

“Something happened? Hmm… Some… Thing…” Katie repeats, thinking. Tapping her chin with two fingers as if she’s thinking really hard. “Hmm… Let me guess, a drunken one-night-stand on vacation and now you want to know if it wasn’t a dream?”

I look startled at hearing her idea, and motion for her to lower her voice. Nobody has to hear…

“Or a threesome with your boyfriend and some chick and now you just want the girl?” She continues unfazed.

“No it’s nothing like that, I’ll tell you sometime. It’s not restaurant conversation.” I seriously say.

I look nervous at her and barely audible, I add, “But you might just be worth the trouble though.”

“Fair enough… Babe!” Katie counters, but she sounds skeptical.

Now I bend really close to her and whisper, “Look, I called in sick from work so I could be here, OK? What do you want from me?” I hiss at her. Somehow upset with her doubting me. 

Katie looks in my eyes for a few long seconds and seems to come to a decision and changes the topic.

She tells me about her trip to Toronto, where she went for work. A fact finding mission for the bank she works for. Something about security policies and cashpoints. I don’t know how a cashpoint works other than that I get money from it so I don’t really get it. 

Much more exciting is her story about how she witnessed a delivery van knock a woman unconscious at a shopping centre there.

“How does a van knock someone unconscious?” I wonder.

“Well, the woman kinda just turned around and stepped onto the road, and the big mirror on the driver side smacked her in the face.”

“Ouch!” I cringe at the thought.

“Yea, I thought she was dead for sure. The way she fell… damn. She crumpled to the ground like a… like, I dunno… And people screamed, but she was dead silent.”

Katie looks slightly shook up at the visual in her head.

“Heh…” I smirk. “But she’s OK?”

“Dunno, I had a lunch meeting and couldn’t stay for too long. But people didn’t seem too worried after a minute or so. So I guess she survived.”

“I’m sure you’re like, super traumatized…?” I joke with her. Rubbing her hand.

“Aww…” Katie tilts her head, “You really do care.”

We both burst into laughter.

We talk and joke like old friends and have an excellent time together. We parted ways with a proper kiss this time. Damn, her hands on my neck while our tongues entangled got me all hot and bothered. 

Ooof! 

We also set our next date for the coming weekend and when I head home I feel a lot better about life.

My darling and I go on several dates and after the fifth we made it official and became actual girlfriends.

Or, somehow I end up in her bed. I don’t really remember. We went to a pub and had a lot of drinks. That morning I borrowed a pair of panties and when I left for work it was sort of understood that we’re a couple now.

We didn’t really say it at first, but the look in our eyes and our parting kiss made it super clear.

I guess I should tell a bit more about her. She is Katie Reeves, 30 years old. One year younger than me. She’s as tall as me at 5' 6”, I’m 5' 8”. But everything else is a little bigger about her. Her hair is longer. Her face is rounder than mine, fuller hips. Big C-cup, as opposed to my modest B. She has strong toned arms and legs too.

Compare that to slender me, the typical city girl with no real muscles to speak of. We both have a curvy build though.

She’s originally from Crawley, a large town south of London. She used to work on a chicken farm there. Hence her strong build I guess. She’s very assertive and playful, qualities I really appreciate.

She’s a real babe too. I think so anyway.

I’ve told her about Colin and Elena, and how screwed up I am because of those 2. But she didn’t seem to mind and promised me that she’ll fix me and set my mind free.

She’s my best friend! Obviously! But you know, where other friends just want to drink wine and make me forget my problems, Katie truly cares and wants to make me better. 

I like that. A lot!

The next three months fly past and today Katie and I walk into Stamford some 90 miles north of London. It’s late in the afternoon.

At a pub we drop our backpacks and order 2 half pints.

“Damn, that’s too many miles Jen!” Katie complains while she wipes her face with her hand.

“Oh come off it, we only did twelve miles.” I gasp.

“Yeah? Then why are you out of breath too?” she playfully argues with me.

“It’s hot, ok?” I grumble and punch at her arm.

We do that all the time. As if we’re always fighting about everything, or make a mockery of each other. It’s all in good fun. But it sure took some getting used to her sarcasm and snark.

But she’s right, it feels like we have walked for 100 miles already. In Slovakia walking came much easier, maybe I overestimated what we’re doing now? Still, 16 to 20 miles a day should be doable.

I read that on Wikipedia…

We’re on a vacation in England, we’re hiking from Cambridge to Hadrian's Wall. Not all the way, some parts we’ll do with the train. But still, with all the walking bits combined it should be a good 100+ miles hike.

We’re on our fourth day. Tomorrow we’ll take the train to Lincoln. Then walk to Doncaster or something and then the train again. It’s a loose plan. We’re not really sure how to get to Hadrian's wall, but we’ll figure it out as we go along.

Just keep heading north, but not too far… We don’t want to end up in Scotland. Now do we?

Camping with Katie has been fun. She’s a camping girl and knows a lot about it. But she’s not really the hiking type. She can make fire with a stick though… How impressive is that?

I’m neither, I’m useless in nature… I use a lighter for fire and I have a spork and instant noodles! But I felt I needed to complete at least one big hike to make up for my failed Europe adventure.

Our beers are brought and we take a big drink.

“Gahhh! That’s nice and cold.” I exclaim. And I press the glass against my forehead.

We enjoy the cold beer and inquire for a place to stay. It so happens that the pub has three rooms above it, but they only have one room available and it only has a double bed.

We look at each other and smirk.

“Does it have a private bathroom?” I ask.

“Sure… Hot water too,” comes the confirmation.

“And breakfast?” Katie wants to know.

They can eat at the pub. Fries, breakfast, burgers and chicken and stuff. But it’s not included with the room.

“Is there a curry house nearby?” I then ask, I could really do with a curry.

There is, further down the road. That settles it.

“We’ll take it!” We call out together.

“And 2 breakfasts for tomorrow.” Katie thinks. Always efficient.

The barkeep frowns, I think that he thinks we’re taking the piss. But we’re serious.

You can see the judgement in his eyes for us sharing the room. But he says nothing and shows us upstairs. The bed is soft. The ceiling is a bit low, as we’re in a converted attic space. But it’s also cozy.

We drop our packs and I sit on the floor as I take off my smelly shoes and socks. No boots this time, just some sneakers. We camped in the bushes for the last few nights and last night we scared some sheep away when our kissing got a bit out of hand. 

Today is B&B day. Or more accurately, shower day.

Katie goes quicker than me and leaves a trail of clothes and stuff as she moves towards the bathroom. I soon follow and we shower together.

“Miss Reeves, you smell like a farmgirl!” I jokingly accuse her.

“Oh piss off! Like you know what a farm smells like.” Katie grins at me and pulls me close under the cold shower water. 

I yelp, I thought she used warm water. “Like cows and shit, right?” I shiver at her.

“Pfft!” She snorts. “You city chicks know nothing!”

“Oh, shut up…” I press my lips on hers and we kiss excitedly by our nakedness and playful argument.

“Did you tell your parents about us yet?” she whispers at me as we lean our foreheads together.

“I ehh… I’m working up to it.” I mumble. Fuck! How does she know? 

“You worry for nothing. They already know…” she tells me.

“Please add warm water…” I turn in her arms so my back presses into her chest as she embraces me.

Katie adds warm water and leans her chin on my shoulder. “I told them last week before we left. You know? They thought it was lovely. I think they knew already.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” I pull free from her arms and turn around.

Katie sees my distress and upset with saddened eyes. Her suspicions confirmed.

“BUT BUT! NO…! That’s not for you to tell.” I stammer. They know? Oh my god. I feel so embarrassed.

Katie looks hurt now. “Come to 2025 Jen. You can be in love with whoever you want. Unless you’re… ehh. You know? Not in love.”

“That’s not it.” I mumble. “I’m just scared. You really told them?”

She nods the affirmative.

Mom and Dad didn’t say anything to me. I guess it doesn’t matter then? And maybe this is easier, and I feel slight relief.

I step forward and hug her, she wraps her arms around me and I rest my head on her neck.

“Thanks, I guess… It’s a load off my mind… Let’s tell them properly when we get back. Ok?”

Katie says nothing and stares at the soap dispenser behind me.

We have a curry at the curry restaurant down the street and head in for an early night. Katie has been quiet and sleeps on her side with her back turned to me that night. 

No cuddles for poor me.

The next morning during breakfast I finally realise her lie. Or that’s my conclusion anyway, she has to be lying…

We’re having hash-browns, egg with sausage and beans and a fat strip of bacon! And tea of-course.

“You didn’t tell anyone, did you? That’s why nobody mentioned it to me!” I ask her.

“Obviously… It’s not my place.” Katie admits. She takes a bite from her sausage.

Hmm… Busted.

“But you should. Tell them!” Katie thinks with a sad voice.

“Katie, please understand…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“No! You must understand! Admit to who you are. I put my energy into this relationship. And you lie to everybody about it. Do you realize how cheap that makes me feel?”

“Oh Katie, don’t be like that. You know I love you… It’s not as easy as just saying it. Really, I love you.”

That sounds like the stupidest thing. Because it IS that easy, except it’s not easy afterwards. I think so anyway. I’m super afraid to be rejected.

We eat in silence for a minute or so. Katie finishes her food and sits sipping tea.

“Call your parents… Right now. Tell them. Don’t they deserve to know the real you?” Katie suddenly demands.

I stare at the woman in front of me and feel torn.

I slowly swallow my beans and finally whisper, “Yes… they do…”

“Here, I’ll help you.” Katie tells me. She grabs her phone and dials a number.

I finish eating as well when the phone is picked up.

“Yes, Hello? Mrs. Hill? Yes it’s me, Katie.” Katie locks eyes with me. I’m paralyzed with fear.

“…”

“Yes, good morning.”

“…”

“Oh, we’re in Stamford right now. Yea, having breakfast.”

“…”

“Yea it’s fine, tiring to walk with a backpack. But the weather is lovely.”

“…”

“Yes. I think so too. So about why I called, I was talking to my girlfriend and it turns out she never told her parents.” 

My eyes go wide and I mouth ‘please no’ at her, beckoning to give me the phone. She’s setting me up big-time.

“…”

“Uh-huh, I’ve been into girls ever since college, yes.”

“…”

“Yes, I agree. Isn’t it terrible that she lies to everyone about us?”

“…”

“Yea well, as you can imagine I’m quite disappointed with her.” Katie’s eyes bore into me. 

Now I feel bad for ever lying to her. She’s actually being very mean right now, but also very right.

“…”

“What? Oh, yes tell her, Here she comes.” Katie hands me the phone with her eyes locked on me.

“MOM? NO, LISTEN…!” I call out.

“Jenny!? Is that you? What’s going on?” My mom sounds confused.

I’m quiet for several seconds.

“Hello? Jennifer?” My mom’s voice twits from the phone.

“It’s me… I’m her girlfriend…” There is a huge knot in my throat and I’m barely audible. I stare fearful at Katie. She holds my hand and looks encouraging at me.

It’s quiet for almost ten seconds and I just wait for my mom to hang up and never talk to me again.

“We know dear, everyone knows…” My mom says.

“WHAT? HOW?!” I call out. “Everyone?”

“It all makes sense now… And how can it not? Every time you mention her or when you two are together you’re on cloud nine. And it’s fine. Your father and I think it’s sweet. Finally something to distract you from Colin, right? She’s so very nice. Bring her by for supper again ok? You can tell us all about it. Have some tea and we’ll have a…”

“MOM!” I interrupt her motherly rambling.

“She’s not a distraction! We’re for real. I want to spend my life with her. I think! Do you understand what I am? Do you get what I'm saying?”

Katie smiles for the first time that morning and nods lovingly at me. Squeezing my hand. But I barely notice she’s there.

“Yes dear. Of-course I get it. Everyone gets it. I’m just saying we respect your choice.”

“It’s not a choice… It’s who I am…” I whisper.

“Yes, well. It kinda is. Very understandable. Finally you’re over Colin. Who was nice also. But not a good man for you. Seeing that after two years he still didn’t move forward? It’s like you two were stuck… And you look very different recently. At first we thought something terrible had happened on your vacation. Seeing you got back so soon? But now I know… You came home to Katie, right? Maybe now you finally can start a family and be happy. And did you know there is this statistic that girl couples are more hap…”

I look helplessly at Katie. And cringe at the stupid rambling of my mother. I’m so uncomfortable. This is so not how I want to start the day.

“MOM! Shut up! I’m hanging up now! Bye…” I interrupt her again. I’m devastated, but relieved. Mostly devastated though. 

Most awkward phone call ever.

Katie leans in and kisses me. “See? Don’t you feel better? I want to spend the rest of my days with you too!”

“NO! Don’t ever put me through that again.” I whimper. I storm out of the pub and hide in our room.

Two hours later we head to the train station. Other than to communicate about what way to walk I haven’t said a word to Katie.

I’m not really upset with her, but I am totally weirded out from the phone call.

Start a family? Stuck with Colin? What the fuck was mom talking about. She knows lesbian couples don’t get kids right? Any why insinuate that at all? 

Damn!

Katie had asked me to let her know when I was about to kill her, her way of saying that she’s there to talk to me if I need it. And now she is giving me some space and saunters ahead of me, sort of taking the lead as she usually does and I moodily follow her.

I look at the back of her legs, she wears jeans shorts, a black tank top and a bandana. Most of her back is hidden behind her backpack. The fabric spanning around her firm butt… Oh god, I want to touch her. I wish I had her body. I should go to the gym and be more like her.

Yes! I think. I’m gonna put on some weight and train and look like her. We’ll be the hottest couple in town!

Ugh! I’m obsessing over her, just like I did with Colin. I’m such a weirdo freak!

At the train station ticket machine I catch up with her and quietly cup her left butt cheek. She’s a real handful, I think. With a soft moan she looks over her shoulder and sees me idly stare at my hand on her behind.

She talks to me, “Jen, hey Jenny? What are you doing?”

“Huhwhat?” I snap out of my trance and quickly remove my hand.

“Nothing. I was just…” My voice trails off. “I want your body… Never mind…” I sigh

Katie smirks, “Hey, I’m sorry about this morning. I just felt left out.” She apologizes.

“You’re not left out, Kat! I just didn’t tell anyone. No big deal!” I burst out.

“Same thing…” She quietly says.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble a few minutes later when we look for a bench in the shadow on the station platform. “I feel like everyone judges us, all the time. Even the barman yesterday when we said we share the room… Did you see his look?”

Katie frowns and sits next to me.

“Just ignore what people think of us. Can you try? What do you care?” Katie whispers back as she leans her head on my shoulder. “Just don’t hide me.”

“I’m not hiding you!”

“OK.” Katie gives up. “You’re just weird then.”

“Yes… deal with it!” I admit with my own flavor of snark.

Katie grins, “I love you, weirdo!” She whispers as she kisses my cheek.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “Just love me ok? That's all I ask. I’ll deal with my own shit.”

“Sure, and what’s this about you wanting my body? You said?” Katie wonders.

“You look so good, all firm and muscular. I’m so skinny…” I complain.

Katie whispers. “You’re my little Jenjen. I like how you…”

I don’t hear what she says next as the train enters the station and makes a racket. I’m sure it’s something nice.

On the train I force myself to get some sleep. My head is on her lap and she strokes my hair as I nod off. She alternates between looking outside and at me. 

I’m not really tired. But I want to clear my head. I can’t get over the fact that my parents approve of me. Maybe the talk with my mom was a good thing. But I don’t feel that way. And I don’t want to face her for the next month or so. Maybe the next decade?

I wake up 20 minutes later and my embarrassed feeling is mostly gone. I think. Maybe just for strangers. I don’t know.

“Kat?”

“Yes dear?”

“Is it weird that I’m so obsessed with my partners?”

She frowns at me, “What do you mean, obsessed?”

“Yeah, like before I met you? I went 120% for it and my life revolved around him… I tried so hard to make it work, it’s a bit nutty. I just realized that this morning.”

“And now?” Katie wonders.

“It’s worse now… I even want to look like you.” I admit to the nut inside me.

Katie laughs out loud, “Isn’t that cute? I mean, it also means you’re loyal, right?”

I nod, “I guess… Maybe more like a psycho.”

Katie says nothing but tickles me under my chin. I squirm like a cat under her touch.

Then I change the topic, “I don’t feel embarrassed anymore. Isn’t that weird?”

“No, it means you’re finally unburdened and free…” Katie thinks.

“Maybe…” I hesitate.

“Just enjoy life, enjoy being you. Stop caring so much about what the world thinks… They’re all idiots anyway.” Katie assures me.

I stick out my tongue at her.

“Hey, if we haven’t killed each other when we get home, let’s move in together yea?” Katie suggests with a serious face.

“So soon?” I start to object, “Oh hell, why not. I can drive you nuts all day long then.”

Now Katie sticks out her tongue at me. And we both laugh.

“Actually, I’d like that, Katie. Very much…” I whisper at her.

I roll on my side with a smile and bury my face into her stomach.

Katie pulls her shirt over my head and I giggle as I place a big sloppy kiss next to her bellybutton.

When I roll on my back again I stare up in the dim light under her shirt and see her breasts heave over me. 

“Where is our bra?” I wonder.

“I eh… I didn’t feel like wearing one.” Katie says.

I didn’t notice at all that she was braless before.

“It’s beautiful in here…” I praise her smooth globes.

She giggles, “Silly… Just some saggy old tits.”

“There’s nothing saggy about you Kat!”

“I know… I’m just being sarcastic.”

“That’s what I meant earlier, I want to look like you. We can be hot together…” I tell her.

“We’re already hot together, Jennifer, that’s why people look at us.” Katie informs me.

I have no answer to that. So she does notice people looking… But maybe she’s right. 

That afternoon I’m mostly back to normal. Renewed purpose fills me with energy.

Katie decides we’ll stay in a cheap hotel and we do some laundry. 

Over the next few days we chat and joke about our regular nonsense as we cross many fields and follow footpaths heading north. When we camp out in the bushes we snuggle up to each other, almost every night we have sex, trying to stay quiet. 

Tents are not soundproof after all. We’re both very aware of that. Even though she is far less of a prude than I am.

I haven’t really figured out the whole lesbian sex thing yet and prefer it if Katie uses her strap-on. I can be the girl and she the ‘man’. But she didn’t bring it. 

Instead we’re in our sleeping bag and finger each other while kissing and groping at each other. We often suck and nibble on each other's nipples, it feels so good. I also like it if our breasts press together. Or when she bites my neck. We're not so wild or experimental I guess. But I don't care as long as we feel good doing it.

We’re so unhampered and intimate. It’s really good for my mood and confidence. 

With men, it always felt like a bit of a discovery of what to do at first. With Katie, everything we do just sort of comes naturally. 

I guess the ‘we-know-what-works-because-we-are-both-women’ thing is true.

Messages from friends keep arriving. Because of-course my mom couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut and told my other best friend, Marie, who told everyone else. But just as Katie said… Life goes on and nobody really cares. Most people already suspected it. Well, Lillian says she thinks I’m stupid, but maybe she’s just jealous?

I’ll talk to her someday. Or not.

Honestly, with how Katie is my super friend and how I spend so much time with her. I don’t really mind a few less ‘regular’ friends. So whatever.

For now it seems I can finally relax in my relationship and stop being embarrassed with my life’s choices.

We finally reach Hadrian’s Wall over a week later and set up camp on a campsite while we explore the area.

When we’ve seen enough we take a train back to London.

Our first vacation together is a great success! 

Katie thinks so too, in the following week she pesters and prods me until I move in with her. She lives in a 2 bedroom apartment in Woolwich, on Wellington Street. There is a block of new built apartment buildings and she owns a place on the 7th floor of the 12 story tower block. She's got the better view, so of-course I move in with her. It's a mere 3 or 4 miles from my boring townhouse, which doesn't have a view. 

I've never had so much enjoyment from life as with her. She’s super cool towards me. We cook together, we watch TV, and we ignore each other. We chase after each other laughing like kids. Sometimes we fight and throw stuff at each other. It's all great!

Where Colin was always a calculated quiet type, Katie is pretty much the opposite. We’re always busy, entertaining, and playful. Just how I often like to be as well. Where being with Colin was almost like a refuge from the world. He could sit, reading a book, all afternoon and not say a word. 

Katie and I are almost always busy with something. 

As we should be, and it's never boring. Also great!

4 - Kinks rediscovered

Over the past year I have grown my hair a bit longer, it's now halfway down my back. Because of Katie I've lost my city girl look a little. I’ve turned from H&M to outdoorsy outfits. With all the out-of-city adventures we go on it just makes sense to have such clothes too. And I really like the look. 

I gained some weight too, I almost match Katie’s clothing size these days. But finding the discipline to train more and muscle up is hard. But she keeps telling me that I'll always be her cute little Jenjen.

Katie, or Kat as I often call her, turned 31 two months ago. We went to Blackpool for the weekend to celebrate. We stayed in a sea-view hotel. Enjoyed fancy dinners and looooots of beer.

So much fun!

Anyway, she used to have long flowing hair, but recently cut it short. It barely reaches her shoulders now. Katie is a simple girl with her hair, she lets it grow for a few years and maybe makes simple ponytails until she gets tired of it. Then she cuts it short and lets it grow again. 

Secretly I prefer her hair to be longer. Even though the little pigtails she makes are kinda cute.

“Jenjen? Where are you?” Katie calls out for me.

“Still in the closet…” comes my muffled reply.

“Oh silly, get out of there… It's been 20 minutes!” She laughs at me.

I push against the door and it opens without resistance. I step out into the brightly lit bedroom.

“Evil witch!” I accuse her. She tricked me again, I thought she locked the door.

“Hey, you’re the dummy who believes I would lock you in a closet for a dare…”

“Yea I guess,” I say.

“So I win, again!” Katie cheers.

I sigh, “Yeah, I guess…”

On and off we’ve been doing silly challenges. For the last few weeks at least. But today Katie comes up with one after another.

She dared me to stay locked in the closet for ten minutes. I believed the door was actually locked, so I didn't even try to get out and just sat there playing with my phone and forgot the time. She fooled me. Now she gets to challenge me again. If I had seen through her trick the roles reversed and I would have gotten to challenge her.

So far I haven’t even gotten a turn as she wins every time. Maybe I am a bit dumb after-all… Or do I enjoy her taking the lead a bit too much?

“Hey want an ice-cream? I made orange cones. I challenge you to take a big bite and swallow it whole…” Katie immediately gives her next dare.

“Oh, yes. That’ll be nice.” The closet was stuffy and warm. I could do with a cooldown.

Katie giggles and we head to the kitchen where I get a big orange/yellow ice-cream. But I don’t buy it.

“You take the big bite you meanie, this smells like mustard!” I accuse her, catching her trick.

“Fine, fine!” And she carefully licks the ice cone and pulls a face.

“Bite it!” I say.

“Nooo, it’s gross!” She pulls a funny face.

“SEE!?” I finally won!

“Alright, here’s a real one.” Katie pulls another cone from the mold and gives it to me.

I stick it in my mouth and suck on the cone as I pull it out without thinking.

“WUHHHH!” I sputter at the sharp taste of ice cold french mustard. And throw the ice-cream into the sink.

Katie doubles over laughing. “But really! I WIN!” She cheers.

“Ohhh you!” I chase after her, back to the bedroom where she hides in the closet laughing.

But that doesn’t stop me and I charge after her and catch Katie between our dresses and jackets, pressing my lips on hers.

“How do you come up with all that crap!” I gasp between kisses. I lean into her.

“Hehee, secret!” She avoids answering and pulls such a goofy face that we both burst out in laughter.

We sink to the floor kissing and touching each other up, making a mess from our clothes that fall off the hangers and get all crumpled.

Yes, we’re like stupid kids. Some days we’re just fucking around with each other. But usually we’re adults, honest.

Actually, most days we’re like this. But really, we’re adults… Trust me. I’m 32 years old after-all. 

“Let’s do sexy or kinky challenges from now on…”

“Sure… If you like.” I don’t care either way, as long as it’s fun and playful.

“I dare you to get tied up and escape before the TV program ends.” Katie whispers in my ear.

I look startled at her. That’s a scary thought, and I’m not looking forward to that. I’ve been tied up exactly once in my life. Last year while on vacation, I had ‘unwanted sex’ and got robbed by my ‘masseuse’.

“But you trust me, right? Surely you can escape… If you’d really want to.” Katie pouts.

Five minutes later we’re on the couch and I’m tied hand and foot with three belts. I struggle with the tight loops Katie made. She sits next to me and flips channels on the TV.

I lean into her as if I curled up against her all cozy like, but my ankles and wrists are bunched up and stuck together. A belt is looped twice around my wrists, another twice around my ankles and the third belt cinches the other two and connects my wrists to my ankles in front of me.

I think Katie's power over me is arousing her, her nipples poke through her shirt. But she’s watching TV and not paying attention to me, so maybe not.

“GAH! TV is so boring these days…” Katie complains.

I agree, but I’m not paying attention to the screen. I’m twisting and pulling trying to get free. But it seems hopeless.

“Just pick a channel so you have your time limit…” I grumble. I don’t think I’m getting out of this.

Katie stops her channel surfing and it’s on some boring cooking show. By the looks of it they’re almost done making their cake or whatever.

“There! Have fun escaping.” Katie sweetly says and kisses me on my forehead. She then gets up, letting me fall onto my side with a squeal.

I look helplessly after her, but she walks out of the room and goes do whatever. I fidget in my bondage but there is no give. I suppose I’m tricked again…

“Katie? How am I supposed to undo these buckles? You cheated me!” I call out for her.

But she just laughs and tells me to figure it out.

I hear her in the kitchen, probably cleaning up her fake ice cones.

I inspect my bondage with more attention and… Wait! The excess sticks up. I bet she didn’t think of that. I bite at the belt and struggle around, within a minute the cinching belt comes off. Next the one around my ankles and finally I pull on the buckle with my teeth and my wrists slip free.

I win!

“Got it!” I casually announce.

Katie pokes her head around the door and sees me sit cross-legged and victorious on the couch. “Ehm… Good for you.”

It’s very obvious she didn’t at all expect me to get loose.

Now I wish I was a bit more sexily creative or kinky… Because all I can come up with is for her to not wear underwear or for me to tie her up. 

Neither seems a challenge for my super Katie…

No underwear while outside? Maybe? She already skips on her bra many times… No, I have to do better. I ponder my options while I look at the stupidly complicated cakes being examined on TV. 

I hate cooking shows.

Then it hits me, I’ll make her wear underwear, made out of duct-tape. For at least an hour.

That’s a challenge for sure…

I sneak up on my girl and catch her as she’s mixing pudding powder with milk in a bowl. I wrap my arms around her from behind and lean my head on her shoulder.

Katie leans her head against mine and smiles. “Hey babe…”

I kiss her on her cheek.

“I challenge you to wear tape underwear for the rest of the day.” I announce, “Duct-tape…” 

“Sure, make it a dress…” Katie casually replies.

“Eh?” She catches me off-guard.

“I guess I never told you… But I used to love duct-taping everything.”

“No, you never told me…” Crap, there goes my challenge.

“Let’s both do it, we’ll get some of that black tape and both wear a dress…” Katie suggests. “It’s so sexy…”

“Katieeee! It was supposed to be a little revenge for finally beating a challenge.” I whine.

Katie says nothing and stirs her bowl, grinning at her spatula as she remembers her college days.

“You really stick tape to yourself for fun?” I wonder.

“Oh sometimes, but I made a shirt out of tape. You know, non-sticky on both sides. And a wallet and purse. I did some other, ehh, stuff too. I always thought it was fun.” Katie sort of explains.

“AHA!” I call out over her shoulder.

“What?” Katie wants to know.

“My challenge is to stick your underwear to your skin!” I'm suddenly way too enthusiastic.

“That’ll hurt…” Katie whispers.

“Oh, poor Kat can’t handle a little tape?” I taunt her.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but if I win… Ehh, how do I win?”

“Uhm… Let’s say if you don’t complain about it by 10PM you beat the dare.” I set the target.

She smirks, “Fine! But when I win you sleep with your hands taped!”

Easy, I think… “Deal!”

I search under the sink and find a big roll of tape.

When I return to Katie she’s already naked and I lose myself at the sight. Damn! 

She’s a neat woman, no tattoos, no blemishes, no nothing. Not a hair in sight below her ears. 

So smooth and perfect looking.

"You actually want it, hm?" I laugh at her already being naked.

"Sure, duct-tape is fun. It's been years since I did anything with it."

Hmm…

I say nothing more and get to work. I press a quick kiss on her vagina lips and stick a strip of tape slightly off-center over the length of them. Then another on the other side. A few more shorter bits to make a bikini front. I’m very careful to not make creases. Then, from behind her I have her spread her butt cheeks and from the middle I stick on a strip of tape going up between her cheeks to the small of her back. Again being careful to minimize creases and folds.

Then a few windings around her hips and the ‘bikini’ is done.

“That’s tight…” Katie quietly moans.

I rub her vagina and her legs buckle. “You’re OK?”

She bites her lower lip and nods. “I’ll get you, when I get out of this.” She promises with a whimper.

Next is her chest. “Tube top? Or a bikini top?” I ask. Not sure how to do either.

“Make it a tank-top, from here…” She holds her hand about two inches below her breasts, “To here…” She points above her breasts. “And then halter straps.”

I consider that and agree, just wrap all the way round and over her big C-cups. And I proceed to stick tape to her stomach and start winding around and up. 

“Tight…” Katie mumbles a few minutes later.

Her chest looks tiny now. Somehow. I just followed her body shape and didn’t pull on anything. Still, her C-cup now looks flatter than my B-cup. Weird.

“It’s OK? Not too tight?” I ask.

Katie flexes her body and I see her chest strain the tape. She takes a deep breath and seems fine.

I add a few more strips for the halter straps and admire my handiwork.

The shiny grey tape looks neat. Very smooth for the most part. There is no way she’ll actually enjoy this for the next five hours. So I expect many complaints.

“Well, there you go, ms. dummymummy. Not a peep until 10 PM or you’ll lose.” I announce.

Katie nods with a grim look and doesn’t look very comfortable. “I’ll read my book…” She quietly says.

She puts the pudding mix in the fridge and reads her book for a while. Right after dinner she dozes off and lays splayed out on the soft rug in front of the couch with her mouth agape. We often lounge on the rug as if it’s a picnic blanket.

I take her picture and think nothing of it.

Katie made herself sleep so she can more easily win the challenge, skipping a few hours. But I don’t realize that.

Around 9 PM Katie stirs and stares at the ceiling. She looks very flustered and idly rubs her crotch. 

“Hey babe, how is it?” I sit on the couch with my feet on her thigh, wiggling my toes while I watch a movie.

“I’m so horny…” She whispers, barely audible over the noise from the TV. She grasps for my foot and kisses my ankle.

“One hour to go, Kat!” I sternly tell her. “Was that a complaint?”

“No, no. Just saying.” Katie absentmindedly mumbles. She keeps rubbing her crotch and breasts.

With my other foot I press on her crotch, “Tape got you all worked up huh?”

“The stick and pull on my skin… The smell… Oh my god, you should try it.” Katie moans as my foot presses down harder.

I think we found a fetish…

“So I’ll add more tape then?” I jokingly offer.

She looks at me from the floor, “Would you?”

I stare at her, “What? Like turn you into a mummy?”

Her wanton eyes betray her, but she says, “Maybe add socks or something. For the last hour.”

I smirk at her look. “Yeah ok… Just a sec.”

Ten minutes later she has silver feet. Five Minutes after that, stumpy hands.

“Whoa trippy…” Katie grins, she's sliding her feet over the rug and bumping her useless hands together.

“Here sit, I’ll get you a drink…” I tell her and push her upright against the couch. “Beer? Tea? Coke?”

“Beer, yes. Thanks!” She looks lovingly at me. “Love you Jenny, thanks for this.”

I wink at her and go get the drinks.

True to Katie’s word I sleep with taped hands that night. After I released her we finished the movie I was watching and when we went to bed she taped me up.

I assumed that she meant to tie my wrists together, but she did what I did and made me ball up my hands and with a few strips of tape made stumps out of my hands.

So kinky… She likes this stuff way too much, and wonder if she only made clothes with it.

The loss of my hands is exciting though, I keep kissing her and trying to be sexy, but without hands there isn’t much I can do but kiss and lick. 

A few days later Katie comes home with a box full of tape. Something awakened in her and her old ‘hobby’ is a renewed activity. Not so much the making clothes and accessories part, no, she has more kinky ideas.

We make some room in the living room, setting the coffee table aside so we have the whole rug to play on. Katie has this wild idea…

She first has me strip and tapes my ankles together. Then she ties my wrists together behind my back and finally she tapes my mouth shut. A strip over my lips, another under my chin and then a few windings around my head.

I squirm uncomfortably, not sure what she's up to and 'mmph' nervously at her. But she says nothing and presses a kiss on my taped mouth.

"I'll join you soon, just you wait…" She whispers.

Then she gets naked herself and sticks her left foot between my legs and tapes her own ankles together. 

Scooting around so our bodies are more or less parallel and I helplessly watch her tape her own face, same way as mine.

I ‘mmph’ in distress. But she just winks at me. I then watch her make a little mat of tape. 5 or so strips overlapping, about 20 inches long, it looks like a sticky doormat.

Just as I wonder what the hell she’s doing she places her hands folded in the middle of the sticky mat and rolls them left and right, wrapping them in the tape and we’re stuck.

With our legs entangled we're both super helpless. Even more so because we can’t talk. I stare at what she's doing to us and miss the idea of what she’s up to really. Now we can't get out… Great…

We can't get out! Realizing that I stare at her with wide eyes. How are we ever going to get loose now? 

Katie sees my distress and nods at my hands, but I don’t get it and just stare back.

Katie is not worried at all and scoots closer to me, with her bound body she pushes me on my back and grinds her crotch on my thigh. 

Fucking hell she looks hot doing that, the silver tape on her face. The muffled grunts. I instantly forget my worries. I moan along with her as her leg rubs my pussy. And we frantically moan while humping each other for the next few minutes.

She gets even closer and hooks her taped hands behind my head. Now we’re truly stuck together. 

Damn this is sexy. I never knew Katie was this kinky and wonder what she did in college with this stuff. What kind of kinky orgies she participated in.

Our heads press together, but we can’t kiss. And we stare in each other's eyes. Katie is obviously enjoying herself so much, she looks like she’s about to orgasm already. I’m super excited too, but I also feel scared, and it holds me back a little.

We ‘mmph’ at each other and Katie tugs on her arms, but she’s stuck around my neck. Her helpless panicky moans are concerning, but the helpless struggle proves to be too much. I feel her tense up and twitch as she cums. 

Did she just get off on panic and fear? Or is she just excited? I moan back at her and grind my crotch into her but can't really get the leverage I need to orgasm. 

So frustrating.

Katie mumbles at me with fear in her eyes. I finally recognize the urgency, something is not going the way she planned. She frantically tugs on her arms, trying to get them over my head but she can’t move them enough and remains stuck.

After several minutes of struggling I end up on top of her and feel our breasts press together. I still don’t really get why she’s so frantic. But now I'm on top, so I grind into her leg.

Ahhh, much better. I squeal and writhe against her body and really enjoy our helpless struggle, but also my silly orgasm. 

I breathe heavily through my nose and slip down a little, resting my head on her chest and I close my eyes.

Finally she can lift her arms sufficiently and my head escapes from her arms.

“Ohm goo iahhly” (Oh god finally!) Katie groans with relief and she immediately relaxes.

We’re lying still for ages. 2 sweaty chicks, tied up together. We must be quite the sight.

For the next 30 or so minutes we slowly grind and rub on each other and quietly moan and gasp. We repeatedly stare at each other in sexy bliss.

“OW ou ie eht Out?” (How do we get out?) I moan at Katie.

“Uus ur ants…” (Use your hands…) She groans.

But my hands are taped on my back, far from any tape I can reach.

It takes almost half an hour of muffled encouragement and cursing from Katie to finally make me understand what she wants. She’s so frustrated with thick-headed me.

We separate our legs first. I think. So I scoot down and sideways so my vagina rubs along the length of her leg. I can then reach her ankles and peel the tape off. Then, we reposition ourselves so I can pull the tape of her hands. Fidgeting blindly behind my back takes a while and a lot of cursing. 

What a chore!

And with her hands free she can release my hands and ankles. Twenty minutes later we sit on our knees staring at each other with glee. The tape still on our mouths. But our eyes show our obvious enjoyment.

Mission accomplished I guess?

I peel her gag off, and she mine. Immediately after, we dive onto each other in a passionate kiss.

“Fuck that was hot!” I gasp when I come up for air.

“Hell yes!” Katie agrees. "But my arms, totally stuck and scary!"

“Come!” I hush, I don't care… And pull her to her feet and drag her to the shower.

We stink of sweat and glue. We leave the living room behind in disarray. There is torn and mangled tape everywhere.

“You came up with that just today?” I wonder.

“No, well yes. Kinda. I used to do this alone. In college.”

“Oh… How? Aren’t those shared rooms?” I glance at her over my shoulder.

“Yea, how do you think I found out I like girls…”

“I see…” I mumble, soaping myself up. “WAIT WHAT?! YOU GOT CAUGHT?”

“Oh yes…!” Katie confirms with a weird glint in her eyes.

“Damn…” I laugh, but I’m immediately thinking back to me being tied and robbed. Not at all the same situation, but I imagine the humiliation Katie must’ve felt is quite similar.

“What happened then?” I curiously ask.

“Ehm, well, my roommate threatened to tell everyone. But then she coerced me to eat her out. I didn't want to do it at first, but she sat down on my face and said she would tell everyone anyway if I didn't. So, yeah… I kinda had to…” Her voice trails off.

“That sounds like assault… Katie!” I hug her. Maybe our misadventures aren’t all that different after all.

“It’s not, not really.” Katie thinks.

I say nothing at first, but offer my support, “If you ever feel you want to talk about it. I’m always here for you, ok?”

I kiss her collarbone and neck up to her ear more than twenty times with kind, sweet affection. “I love you so much. Tell me anything you want, yes? Don’t hold back.”

“Did you ever go out with a guy at all?” I never asked her that. I dated and slept with dozens of men before her…

I know Katie dated a few women, but her last real relationship was a looooong time ago.

“No…, well a couple of times. But it didn't feel right.”

I tickle under her breasts and try to lighten the mood. Kissing her again. 

"Did you have sex?" I guess we never talked about that either.

"Twice, it was alright I guess. But when I found tape, I thought that that was more interesting at the time."

“Heh, pervert… Hey, let’s do more soon, OK?”

Katie nods. “I have more ideas…”

“Cool!”

A few days later Katie admits that it was kind of like sexual abuse. But she chooses to not think of it like that. Just a stupid girl trying to get her way with her. Plus, in a way it helped her find her way in her sexuality.

“We’re actually very similar, you know?" I whisper at her. "We both turned lesbian the same way… And we both kinda lie about it.” 

“Yes I know… I thought of that when you told me about you.” Katie says with downcast eyes. “I never told anyone about this.”

“Oh, Kat… Damn…” I hug her closely. “Talk to me if you want, OK?” I reiterate my support.

Then she cheers up, “Yes… But fuck that, fuck everyone and fuck the world! I don’t care about that anymore.”

Her cheery mood is fake, I think, an act. like me, she probably hides her shame or pain, or whatever. I guess everybody carries that for the rest of their lives.

That conclusion eases my mind a little.

I treat my darling for pizza that night, a restaurant I haven’t been to in over a year. They really have great food. It’s in Kensington, I used to eat there with my ex, Colin, all the time.

We share a massive Ham and Mushroom pizza and drink many beers.

I got her to wear a dress for once. We both do. Her strong arms and legs contrast with the feminine outfit. I think it’s very attractive.

People around us think so too, we collect three phone numbers that night. But more importantly, most of our beer is free.

We walk arm-in-arm toward the subway and ride the almost empty train back to Woolwich. I lean into her and fall asleep. What a busy and exciting day.

Over the next few months we experiment with a few more positions to tie ourselves with tape.

One time for funsies she wore her strapon and taped our bodies together with the dildo inserted into me. With effort she taped our ankles, then around our knees. Around our waist and just below our arms.

Since we couldn’t move much, not so exciting… Getting the tape of our legs without being able to reach it properly was too much of a hassle too. It was a wasted effort really. Such a position is exciting for about five minutes. 

Another time on a dare, she had me wrap so much tape around her that she might as well be a mummy. From her ankles to her neck, every one or two inches, two or more windings of tape encircled her. Fun for a while, but when I sat on her face and made her eat me out Katie got all upset and scolded me afterwards. We didn’t talk for the rest of the day.

Not a good day.

We do our first position sometimes, it’s probably the most exciting lovemaking I ever did. Super stuck, our naked bodies pressed close together. It’s great, and once we figured out the arms-over-the-head situation, that got more exciting and fun too.

One time we spent the entire evening stuck together like that. Without taping our mouths, it was super intimate and cute.

Katie is really a weirdo for liking duct-tape so much, even the smell of it. Why not use handcuffs for example? I don't really get it. But whatever.

Sometimes, and this is her idea, we wear a strip of tape around our wrist or ankle. Our secret bond when we go out.

No, we’re not weird at all!

Yesterday we started making plans to go adventuring in Italy. On the island Sicily. Apparently there are things like an old mine and abandoned towns. Camping in a mine shaft? Or in a ruined house? Super interesting. 

Without my darling I would’ve never thought of that.

Yes… She really came through and set me free.

~ The end ~