Chapter 3: First Time

Chapter 3: First Time

I was almost shaking when I dashed back to my house. This was damned exciting! Scary, but exciting. As I stretched out on my bed, my mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. What if Tom refused me? Well, that wouldn’t be the end of the world. And what if he told my mother of my blackmail attempt? I didn’t really think he would, but one never knows with adults. Fortunately Mom didn’t really care much about what I did. All she was interested in was her current boyfriend and drinking herself blind from Friday evening until sometime Sunday afternoon. Oh, and lecturing me on what good girls don’t do.

But what if he went along with my demands? Wow! Would that be incredible! A dozen images flashed through my mind, in all of which I was tightly bound and totally helpless. I imagined myself spread-eagle on the bed, hogtied and left in a corner of his bedroom, hanging by my wrists from a tree, and a lot of other things that I had either seen in movies or on TV, or that just came to me in my imagination.

Should I tell him how I wanted to be tied? Or let him chose? Gosh, I hoped he had a good imagination! The sudden thought that I might be getting in over my head sobered me up. For a minute. I reassured myself that he wouldn’t do anything too terrible to me. There were the copies of that video that I had. If his wife was like most women, she would go ballistic if she saw what he was doing to that blonde.

I tried to push the doubts out of my mind. I was going to go through with this, and that was that! By that time tomorrow, I would either be terribly disappointed or tightly bound in wonderful ropes.

Mom commented on how distracted I was at dinner. I told her I was thinking about college. That pleased her. She was one of those adults who blamed her failures in life to a lack of higher education, and compensated by pushing me towards college. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to go. I mean, I had just finished twelve long years of school. Did I really want to take on another four? No! Well, not at least at that time. There was plenty of life before me. I could always go later.

Sleep didn’t want to come to me that night. Too many erotic thoughts. It was hard to resist touching myself. Like most teenagers who didn’t want to run the dangers of sex, I had found some satisfaction in masturbation. Accompanied, of course, by thoughts of how wonderful it would feel to be tied up. Hell, just the thought of being tied made me horny. But that night, I forced myself to abstain. Wasn’t easy, but I wanted to be horny the next day. Doing myself that night might take away some of the excitement tomorrow.

In the morning, Mom went off to what had to be one of the most dreary jobs in the world: a waitress. I always swore that I would find something better to do in life than that. Even if I did have to go to college! Or maybe I would simply find a rich husband and settle down to a life of luxury. Yeah, right.

The time came. I dressed in my hot pants and halter and high heels, took a deep breath and walked next door. I had not put on panties before the hot pants because the pants were so tight that all my panties showed through. Besides, not wearing underwear seemed so terribly adult.

Tom answered my ringing the doorbell. I couldn’t tell from his expression what his decision was. Truth was, my knees were almost shaking, I was so nervous. As nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, as my grandmother used to say. He stood back to allow me to enter. I took that as a good sign.

I looked around but the front room had not changed. There were no ropes lying on the coffee table, no handcuffs either. I turned to him and lifted one eyebrow in an unspoken question.

Was that a faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth? I waited, my mouth too dry to speak.

He said nothing, but waved his arm in the direction of the bedrooms. That had to be an invitation! I swallowed hard and went in the direction he had indicated.

The first door on the left was his bedroom, I knew from my spying on him. I turned into it and came to a sudden stop. Spread out on the bed was a dozen coils of rope, all nice and neat. It was the same kind of rope that I had seen him use on that blonde: soft, white cotton clothesline. My heart was pounding so hard that he had to hear it.

It took a minute before I could do anything. Then I only turned to him and smiled.

Now that the moment had arrived, I realized that I had no idea if I was going to tell him how to tie me or let him pick the method. The hell with decisions, I thought. Instead, I told him, “Remember the rule. No sex. Intercourse, I mean.”

He nodded. He was smiling now. Fortunately not the leering grin of a sexual predator, but more of a friendly smile of someone looking forward to having a good time. I hoped my smile was the same but couldn’t be sure. I was far too nervous to worry about such things.

Maybe he was waiting for me to say something more because for a few moments we simply looked at each other. Then I made the first move. Which surprised me but at least it broke the ice. I turned around and put my hands behind my back.