hafnermg wrote: ↑6 months ago
Another fun adventure!
I am glad you enjoyed it.
Lucky Lottie wrote: ↑6 months ago
I hope all goes well with her. Such a nice little story
Let's see how it goes.
A Joy-ful Thanksgiving (ff/ff)
Jenny Danielle Kristensen never forgot about Casey. Even as a teenager, Jenny was already known for writing down the names and reasons of people for whom she wanted to pray on a regular basis. The name Casey Clark had been on her list from the day of their separation, and she finally got the courage to visit when word spread throughout the school that the club founder was so seriously ill.
The girl Jenny met that day was very different from the one that had left her friend’s house 22 months earlier. They were freshmen then, and now they were juniors. Visiting Casey not only was a big step for Casey but also one for Jenny. It marked a change in her from a girl who would do anything to hide from those who had emotionally hurt her to one who was much more caring and forgiving.
When Jenny’s mother said she could have a Friends-giving, of course the girl accepted. It was common for her and her parents to come back from their massive family reunions with tons of food for all. This year, so much food was left with them that they didn’t know what to do with it!
Every Thanksgiving was hard for this particular branch of the Kristensen family. Some 13 years earlier, when Jenny was just shy of turning 4, on the day after Thanksgiving, Jenny’s big brother, Daniel, her only sibling, died after a 2 year battle with cancer. She took the photo off the mantle of the fireplace and sat down on the sofa and held it to her chest with tears rolling down her cheeks. She sat there in her red sweatpants, a brown t-shirt, and a camouflage bandana headband.
“Leave me alone!” Nichole said to her older brother with fury, “You’re such a b-tch!”
“Don’t talk to your brother that way! You’re a freak like your sister!”
Nichole’s father pinned her to the wall and struck her several times on the back. With a mixture of hatred and tears, Nichole ran up the stairs to the living room. Without a word, she grabbed her icy blue hoodie and tied another icy blue bandana over her face for protection and headed toward the door.
“Don’t you want to go shopping?” her mother asked.
“No! I’m going to see my friends instead!”
Despite the sub-zero weather, Nichole was glad there was no snow or ice to be found. She wore the hoodie and mask along with navy blue sweats, an icy blue long-sleeve t-shirt, a navy blue kerchief bandana, black canvas sneakers, and white socks. She hadn’t either a hat or gloves that fit her to wear against the elements. She jumped on her bike and rode to her friend Joy’s house.
Joy and her family had decorated on Thanksgiving. For Joy, it was precious with her sister home from college, but after a long flight and a big day, Joy and her father had to do the Black Friday shopping on their own. After an eventful morning, Joy was lying on the sofa enjoying the sight of the beautifully decorated tree. Anticipating CGC style fun, she wore brown leggings and a brown bandana headband with a purple t-shirt. The knock on the door of her friend interrupted her reverie.
“Hey, Nichole!” Joy opened the door to see her friend, “Go to the garage, and I’ll meet you!”
Joy quickly grabbed her purple hoodie, hat, and gloves and headed to the garage. Soon, she and Nichole were riding their bikes toward Jenny’s house. Nichole had cried so much that she didn’t realize her tears were still glistening in the sunlight. Joy was disheartened to see this and knew to give her best so that today would be a happy memory in her friend’s life. They parked their bikes by the door of Jenny’s house and put the locks in place. Knowing she could do so, Nichole unlocked the door with her own key and let herself into the house.
“Jenny, are you OK?” Joy asked when she stepped into the house.
“I’m,” Jenny sniffed and tightened her grip on the photo, “I’m OK. I was just reminiscing.”
“A red Monte just pulled up in front of here. Do you know who that is?” Nichole interrupted.
“I miss Daniel so much this time of year,” the sobbing girl didn’t seem to listen to her friend.
“Jenn, not being rude, but someone’s walking up to the door,” continued the blue girl.
“I suspect I know who it is.”
Jenny walked over to the door after hearing the knock. Wiping her tears from her eyes, she went to the door and opened it. There, on the other side, was a brightly smiling girl leaning on a metal crutch after having just pulled down the yellow bandana that had masked it before. Joy looked at both Jenny and Nichole in horror and retreated while the surprise guest just shook her head.
“Come in! I thought you’d be here sooner,” Jenny motioned in her usual friendly manner.
“Cold weader cautheth problemth. Can’t walk, sleep later,” Casey tightly embraced Jenny and slurred a little while stumbling a little, “Sthroke brain, I call it.”
“Get over here, Gangsta!” Nichole took Casey out of Jenny’s arms.
“It’th the Queen herself! It’s good to be here again. Jenny, I jutht love how cozy your home is.”
“Come on, Joy, get over here!” Jenny motioned.
“Jenny and Nichole, the first two people from Mudville High to visit me when I was sick.”
Joy stood rooted in her spot in the corner by the window. The sight of Casey Clark terrified her and brought back memories of that horrid weekend. Unlike the other two, Joy never knew Casey from before. She studied the figure at a distance. A yellow bandana had been her mask, a black bandana was her kerchief, black jeans were on her legs along with black-and-white canvas shoes, and her long-sleeve t-shirt was yellow. At least, that’s what became visible after Casey removed her heavy pink winter coat. She had also carried a guitar case and backpack, apparently.
Casey wasn’t pushing; she knew what she’d done. Instead, at Jenny’s behest, she took off her shoes to reveal yellow crew socks and sat sideways on the sofa with her legs on the cushions. Jenny sat down under her guest’s legs, and Nichole sat on the loveseat. Into the living room came Jenny’s father with the Christmas tree.
“I thought you girls would like being here for this,” Jenny explained, “Even if you don’t help.”
“Jenny, why did you,” Joy motioned nervously, “Why is she here?!”
“Because she’s my friend,” the Gangsta Princess grew tight lipped, “People change.”
“Four months back, I sent Joy an apology on Messenger,” Casey laughed, “She blocked me.”
“I’m going home,” Joy started to get up, but Nichole pulled her down, “Hey!”
“Now, look here,” Nichole gazed into Joy’s eyes, “Would I give her a chance if she was a jerk?”
“Joy, I really am sorry for what happened,” Casey smiled brighly, “Please, give me a chance.”
“I’m ashamed. I blocked you. I never visited you. I threw you out. I’m the one who’s sorry.”
“Happy Thanksgiving!” Jenny threw her arms in the air, “Thank God that day led to a change of heart in Casey!”
Somewhat involuntarily, Joy stood up and was dragged to the sofa by Nichole. Next thing the girl in purple and brown knew she was seated between Jenny and Nichole with Casey sitting across all of their laps. That feeling in Joy’s heart was the loving power of forgiveness and the true joy it brings. At this point, Jenny’s parents had left to do some shopping and left the four alone.
“What would you like to do?” Jenny asked her guests.
“Well, um…,” Casey grew a little excited and looked at Joy, “It’s been so long since I…”
“Since you what?” Nichole’s excitement terminated her patience, “Out with it.”
“I haven’t played TUGs with anyone except myself since then.”
“Casey,” Jenny giggled a little, “Is that what you want to do?”
“Only if you don’t mind,” the weak girl blushed a little.
Jenny looked at Nichole and smiled. Nichole didn’t smile, but she nodded in understanding. They both looked at Joy, and Nichole grabbed her torso and head while Jenny grabbed her legs. Without a word being spoken, Casey reached over to grab her backpack in which she had put, among other things, some of her rope.
Casey tied up Joy slowly and carefully and with much more care than the previous occasions in which Joy had been bound and gagged at Casey’s commands and hands. Rope tied her crossed wrists, breasts (above and below with one rope), ankles, and thighs. A knotted white bandana and strips of black duct tape gagged her. After 15 minutes, she was being cuddled by the founder of the Cool Girls’ Club with Nichole acting as security guard because Jenny had stood up to put the food in the oven for their lunch.
Now, Joy realized the meaning of “eat crow.” She studied her captor and noticed the awful state of her head and understood why this girl of all would wear kerchiefs to school let alone at home. The stroke victim pulled her mask over her face again and took a couple of selfies with her teddy bear named Joy. To be as joyful in this moment as she was could only mean Casey truly changed for the better.
“Thank you girls, for your help. Say, Jenny, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about your brother.”
“We don’t talk about it much,” Jenny sighed and leaned on the back of the sofa.
“Even I don’t know much,” Nichole admitted while getting a sisterly kiss from Jenny.
“This one,” the Gangsta Princess patted Nichole’s head, “Filled the hole he left behind.”
“No, I can never do that.”
“It’s perfect. Gangsta Queen and Gangsta Princess, sisters from different mothers.”
“Mmmmm,” Joy squirmed a little.
“I didn’t forget you,” Casey squeezed her tightly, “You’re the one that’s the perfect cuddle toy.”
“Speaking of cuddle toys,” Jenny walked over to Casey, “You’ll make a nice one.”
Casey wasn’t paying attention and instead looked into Joy’s eyes. Like it or not, Joy’s eyes let everyone know that she wasn’t completely comfortable with the present situation and probably was waiting to get stabbed in the back or otherwise hurt again. She found it hard to be grateful that her former enemy was now transformed into a nicer person with the same charismatic leader qualities as before. It was concerning that the girl in black could still talk people into doing her bidding.
Something in that girl’s eyes though was kind. Jenny looked at the guitar case propped against the piano; next to it was a violin case. Even if Joy wasn’t Casey’s friend, they both were among Jenny’s friends and had equal right to be here. Moreso, Nichole was also friends with all three; if anyone was the odd one, it was unfortunately herself.
Joy remembered all the pressure she received from her classmates, especially Jenny and Nichole, to visit Casey. Even Joy’s mother pleaded with her to go, and she had resolutely refused and had regretfully used the word “hate” to describe how she felt about this particular person. She tried to remember three images: Casey the first night of the horrid sleepover, Casey’s sadness at being thrown out of the house, and the day Casey wheeled into the classroom for the first time.
How would Joy feel if it had been the other way? If she had been the one who nearly died? If a former friend came to visit to apologize, unconditionally, for their ill behavior and to forgive her own? If she then told them that she wanted to apologize to someone, and that person refused? If when she reached out on her own, that person rebuffed her efforts? Only a few months before, it had all happened. How would Joy feel if Casey had… died?
“Ay-hee ah’m hohy,” Joy softly muttered.
“I don’t know what she’s trying to say,” Casey groaned a little, “I’m out of practice.”
“Ay-thee… ah’m thohhy,” the brown bandana girl looked into her captor’s eyes.
“I forgave you the day you blocked me,” the captor smiled back at the captive and embraced her tightly, “Here’s proof.”
“Joy, I did one of your own tricks! I hacked your phone and sent Casey a friend request,” Jenny was quite proud of herself.
“She is so sweet, and I love her more than the world,” Nichole tightly hugged her friend.
Jenny really did love Nichole like a sister, and, contrary to Nichole’s insistence otherwise, the Gangsta Queen really did show up in Jenny’s life at just the right time to fill the void left by the tragic death of her big brother. Jenny and Nichole went into Jenny’s adjoining bedroom and soon returned: Jenny had a camouflage bandana mask, and Nichole pulled her icy blue back up and over her face. They sneaked over behind Casey and grabbed her by surprise.
“MMMM!”
Casey thought she would explode from the excitement. Only twice had she been kidnapped by her CGC friends during her first stint in the Club, but she had kept her excitement secret in order to appear strong as the leader. Now, she was not only about to get kidnapped but also, if she got the chance, to introduce something new to her rediscovered friends.
The new captive was thrilled to be getting properly bound with her friend Jenny’s rough brown rope, with her wrists and elbows properly bound and with a true pair of wrappings above and below her nearly non-existent boobs (or A cups, as some call them) and another at her waist. Her legs were tied at her ankles, knees, thighs, and below her waist. The captive was picked up and gently tossed onto the sofa next to Joy.
“Hey, want to try something fun?” Casey asked between bursts of hearty laughter.
“Always!” Nichole bounced up from checking the knots on the leg bonds.
“Take my socks off my feet and gag me with them!”
“Say what?!” Nichole pulled back and then sniffed close to Casey’s socks, “Oof! No way!”
“It’s fun for me! Just because I like it doesn’t mean you have to try it on yourselves.”
“Oh, all right, but you better not barf!” Jenny knelt down and began pulling the socks off.
“I promise I won’t; I brought a spare pair to wear home anyway.”
Jenny pushed the socks into Casey’s mouth and heard a slight groan of initial disgust; otherwise, the girl was fine. Jenny removed the captive’s yellow bandana mask, folded it, and used it for a cleave gag. Five strips of the black duct tape from Casey’s bag finished her gag. Gently, Jenny brushed Casey’s hair out of her face and made sure no strands were caught in the gag.
Casey couldn’t believe it. She was finally tied up once again! This kind of friendly kidnapping was the ideal kind of TUG for her, and she looked at the now more comfortable Joy and then at Jenny and Nichole. Realizing how much forgiveness and love had to be in the hearts of Jenny and Nichole to invite her back to this house and back into the CGC like this, Casey started crying tears of joy.
“Awww, Nichole, look at her,” Jenny was touched by it.
“This girl didn’t know if she’d ever walk or talk again, and here she is playing a game she loved and missed so much!” Nichole sat down on the opposite side from Joy and hugged Casey.
“I think she’s crying because she can’t believe we so eagerly gave her a second chance.”
“Mmm,” Casey nodded in agreement with Jenny and pushed tightly against Nichole.
“She still loves TUGs,” Nichole tightened her grip, “I have seven joys right here.”
“Seven?” Jenny sat with Joy and gave her a girlfriend kiss, “I see three.”
“You, Casey, turkey, music, Christmas, Joy, and Joy. Joy counts twice because Joy’s a joy!”
Jenny smiled and without a word went to the closet. One of the great blessings in Jenny’s life was that her mother loved sewing and quilting. She grabbed one of the quilts and together she and Nichole cozied under the thick fabric blanket with their bound and gagged friends. Jenny, as much as she liked Casey, had a special spot for Joy that ranked beneath only Nichole in her life; Nichole had a similar spot for Casey.
Jenny tightly squeezed her friend in the hug until Joy began squirming. Nichole imitated this, but Casey instead enjoyed and softened into even more of a teddy bear. Casey may have been roiling a little on the taste of her dirty socks, but she had, during her self-bondage games, put much worse of her own socks in her mouth. It was a slow leach of flavor, and given her late awakening the socks hadn’t been on her feet too long.
“I think that gag is gross. What about you, sis?” Nichole asked to break the silence.
“I’d be OK with it being done to me as long as my socks were used.”
“I'm surprised by you even saying that.”
“Hey!” Jenny became squeaky, “I might be a Princess, but a Gangsta one at that!”
“OK, Gangsta Princess, I admit I’d eat your socks too,” Nichole deadpanned.
“Say what? You're crazy, girl,” Jenny shook her head, “Let's tickle them!”
Jenny, the Princess of the Gangstas was Queen of the ticklers. With her tiny size, she could get her hands into places the others couldn't, especially when the victim was effectively tied up. Taking Joy, Jenny was able to get into the most sensitive points along Joy’s armpits and ribs despite the ropes. Nichole took a guess and was correct; Casey was most sensitive on her feet.
Joy and Casey howled into their respective gags. Even if it was just ten minutes of tickling, it was enough to bring tears to Casey’s eyes. She hadn't been tickled like this since the last time this same girl tickled her! Despite her efforts to resist the torture, there was nothing Casey could do except accept her suffering. The laughter made the taste of her socks seep onto her tongue more strongly.
More than the TUGs and tickling, Casey had missed the friendships. She could forget that she was permanently handicapped. Similarly, Nichole had forgotten the pain of her morning abuse. Jenny had put aside the pain of her brother's death. Even Joy had a benefit in that she could put aside the long-standing guilt of the wrongs she had done by Casey.
“I love you girls,” Nichole sat in between the two captives when the timer went off.
“Mmmmm!” both squeezed up against Nichole while they breathed heavily.
“I agree!” Jenny said as she checked on the food.
“It's always good to be here… and actually be loved.”
“This food is done! I’ll put some things to nuke, but it's time to free these two!”
“Mmmmm!” the captives bounced happily.
Nichole took time to make sure she untied each girl properly. Casey had forgotten what it was like to be kidnapped and so roughly tied up, and she wondered when she would have the opportunity to get back at the Gangsta Queen and Princess. Joy felt much more comfortable with the present company than she had before.
“And thank you God for… making us friends,” Casey concluded the grace before the meal.
“Amen!” Jenny agreed most heartily of all.
“Amen,” Joy humbled herself and agreed with that.
The rest of the day seemed to pass in a whirlwind. First, it was video games. Second, Jenny’s parents returned, so they all then decorated the tree. After the tree decorating was finished, the music began with Casey with her guitar, Nichole at the piano, and Jenny with her violin.
It was a fitting conclusion to a very special Friendsgiving.
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