Septimus7 : Friday night (F/M)
Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 9:58 pm
By Septimus7 » Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:06 pm
He stood on the door step, unsure of what to do now. Half of him felt like bolting and running for his life, the other half wanted to hurry inside as fast as he could.
“””” “” “” “ “” “”” “”” “””” “””
Theo had come to high school three years ago, from another city. In that time, he had kept reasonably under the radar. He didn’t do any sports, though he played the clarinet in the school’s band, and he pursured visual arts, chiefly drawing, as an elective interest. He managed a B average, with no clear idea of what he wanted to do with his life.
Though he did hope to explore one aspect of high school. Girls had transformed in front of him. Girls who had earlier obsessed about dolls and had reeked of cooties were now rapidly maturing into young women. Their breasts swelled as the years went by, and their legs grew longer and sleeker. Even their hair seemed to shine. Maybe because Theo couldn’t help but notice the changes. Now in Grade 11 at 17, Theo was filled with desires he dared not voice aloud. He remembered back in elementary school when to have a crush on someone meant public humiliation. He had once given a girl a Valentine card in Grade 6, only to hear the “Kissing in a Tree” song for the rest of that year. It had been a thoroughly awful experience, and Theo was warned against it entering high school.
But God, how could he not notice how beautiful some of these girls were? They smiled and giggled in the hallways talking amongst themselves, they batted their eyes as they talked with their boyfriends, they constantly adjusted their shirts despite showing even more cleavage in the process. The very thought of them had filled Theo’s mind with thoughts so daring and lustful that he would feel himself become aroused in class, taking quick glances at those around him.
Of course he was aware of feminism, and the rights of women. He had been raised on that stuff, and tried his best to treat all girls with respect. But he had also knew he was a young man growing up, and testosterone pumped through his veins as easily as blood. He had watched his first porn at age 14, and he had a list of girls at school he would have loved to see naked.
But there was something else he would have loved to do. It had started from when he was a child, seeing the cartoons of his youth and seeing the girls captured by the bad guys. Trussed up, gagged with a handkerchief, the image continued to come back to him even then. It had settled into his mind, and when at 15 his porn viewing really got going, he would look specifically for bondage images. He had been momentarily checked by sadism. The sadistic sites had thrown him off. He got no pleasure out of watching girls in pain, preferring the simple sights and sounds of their struggles, their muffled anger or defiance. Later on he wondered about tickling and ice, but mostly he wondered if he would ever be in such a situation at all.
All this he kept hidden from his friends. But one eventually found out. Rebecca had been one of the first people he’d befriended in high school. She was his height, had long black hair, and her half-Asian looks had made look especially exotic even in Grade 9. She loved rock music, Shakespeare, and did two different sports. She and Theo had started hanging out, watching films, and becoming friends. It had been such a relaxing step into high school for Theo; no pressure of having a crush or being laughed at for playing with girls. High school started off great.
As high school continued, however, Theo had found himself giving Rebecca longer looks after he had made her laugh with a joke. Her bosom, unlike most other Asians in the school, grew to an impressive C size, and while her Oriental features were not as evident, she looked positively stunning. Theo felt ashamed to admit it, but he felt himself growing attracted to her. He feared Rebecca getting a boyfriend, for he didn’t know how he’d respond to it. Thinking of someone else receiving her affection nearly drove him wild, and while he tried to hide it, he could feel himself feeling very possessive of her. Luckily, she never seemed to notice.
One autumn day in Grade 11 though, Rebecca found out about his secret love for bondage. He had forgotten that she was going to come over for a study project and had just finished with a new drawing on his desk. She had come to the door just as he was heading to the bathroom. He quickly let her in, and she, being a regular visitor to the house naturally made herself at home in his bedroom. Just as he had come back from the bathroom, she had noticed his drawing.
“What’s this?” Rebecca asked. Theo was confused, but then as he noticed the drawing, he visibly paled in horror.
It was a picture of her. She was wearing a tight superheroine costume, shaping her breasts so much that her nipples made lovely little points in the latex. A stylish blue R was on her belly, and she wore a cape (Theo had always loved the idea of girls wearing capes). She was also tied up. Her eyes, with the traces of the Orient so lovingly drawn in by Theo, stared defiantly from under her well groomed eyebrows. Her mouth was covered by a small strip of tape, leaving her hair free. Her arms were tied behind her back, pinning her cape to her back. More rope had been tied around her midriff to keep her arms in place, and her long legs exposed except for a long pair of boots, were bound together. Theo had always been a good drawer, but now the inspiration of the portrait was holding the picture in her hands, looking at him expectantly.
Theo had never before been so scared. He couldn’t speak, knowing that she was about to start screaming in anger or horror. He stuttered a subdued apology, so ashamed that he couldn’t even look at her.
Suddenly he heard giggling. He looked up in astonishment. She was giving a knowing smile at him, “You serious, Theo? You think I’d let myself get tied up and gagged?”
Theo was so astonished he could only shrug awkwardly.
Rebecca’s smile was still friendly, “Yeah it’s really creepy if it were some stranger I didn’t know, but it’s actually pretty nice to find out about your little crush.”
Theo felt blood rush to his face as he still couldn’t think of what to say.
Rebecca’s gave a mock pout of sympathy for him, “Aww, are you okay?” Theo could tell that Rebecca knew she was in complete control. She was toying with him now, because she knew him enough to know that he was deep down a sweet guy and wanted to be the gentleman, but it also showed somehow in her expression that she had known about his feelings for a while.
Theo felt himself redden still more, not just because of his emotions being read so easily, but also because Rebecca looked so goddamn bewitching. Her long lashes over her narrowed eyes, her lips, the smile she had, her long hair loose on her shoulders... God it drove him crazy even as he stood in front of her. Did she know that? Probably.
Rebecca finally took mercy on him and handed him the drawing, “You’re a great artist. You make me look quite pretty in that costume.”
Theo suddenly spoke up in a very muted voice, “It wasn’t hard to do that...”
Rebecca gave a sudden squeal of laughter at the clumsy compliment, “Aww poor you.” She patted him on the shoulder, “Are you free Friday night? ‘Cause I wanted us to see that new Johnny Depp film.”
Theo was surprised that Rebecca was just going to move along from all this like it was nothing, but he nodded.
Rebecca smiled with something that bordered relief and anticipation, “Great. Meet me at my place at 7:00.” And in that sudden twinkle in her eyes, Theo suddenly wondered what was going to be waiting for him.
He stood on the door step, unsure of what to do now. Half of him felt like bolting and running for his life, the other half wanted to hurry inside as fast as he could.
“””” “” “” “ “” “”” “”” “””” “””
Theo had come to high school three years ago, from another city. In that time, he had kept reasonably under the radar. He didn’t do any sports, though he played the clarinet in the school’s band, and he pursured visual arts, chiefly drawing, as an elective interest. He managed a B average, with no clear idea of what he wanted to do with his life.
Though he did hope to explore one aspect of high school. Girls had transformed in front of him. Girls who had earlier obsessed about dolls and had reeked of cooties were now rapidly maturing into young women. Their breasts swelled as the years went by, and their legs grew longer and sleeker. Even their hair seemed to shine. Maybe because Theo couldn’t help but notice the changes. Now in Grade 11 at 17, Theo was filled with desires he dared not voice aloud. He remembered back in elementary school when to have a crush on someone meant public humiliation. He had once given a girl a Valentine card in Grade 6, only to hear the “Kissing in a Tree” song for the rest of that year. It had been a thoroughly awful experience, and Theo was warned against it entering high school.
But God, how could he not notice how beautiful some of these girls were? They smiled and giggled in the hallways talking amongst themselves, they batted their eyes as they talked with their boyfriends, they constantly adjusted their shirts despite showing even more cleavage in the process. The very thought of them had filled Theo’s mind with thoughts so daring and lustful that he would feel himself become aroused in class, taking quick glances at those around him.
Of course he was aware of feminism, and the rights of women. He had been raised on that stuff, and tried his best to treat all girls with respect. But he had also knew he was a young man growing up, and testosterone pumped through his veins as easily as blood. He had watched his first porn at age 14, and he had a list of girls at school he would have loved to see naked.
But there was something else he would have loved to do. It had started from when he was a child, seeing the cartoons of his youth and seeing the girls captured by the bad guys. Trussed up, gagged with a handkerchief, the image continued to come back to him even then. It had settled into his mind, and when at 15 his porn viewing really got going, he would look specifically for bondage images. He had been momentarily checked by sadism. The sadistic sites had thrown him off. He got no pleasure out of watching girls in pain, preferring the simple sights and sounds of their struggles, their muffled anger or defiance. Later on he wondered about tickling and ice, but mostly he wondered if he would ever be in such a situation at all.
All this he kept hidden from his friends. But one eventually found out. Rebecca had been one of the first people he’d befriended in high school. She was his height, had long black hair, and her half-Asian looks had made look especially exotic even in Grade 9. She loved rock music, Shakespeare, and did two different sports. She and Theo had started hanging out, watching films, and becoming friends. It had been such a relaxing step into high school for Theo; no pressure of having a crush or being laughed at for playing with girls. High school started off great.
As high school continued, however, Theo had found himself giving Rebecca longer looks after he had made her laugh with a joke. Her bosom, unlike most other Asians in the school, grew to an impressive C size, and while her Oriental features were not as evident, she looked positively stunning. Theo felt ashamed to admit it, but he felt himself growing attracted to her. He feared Rebecca getting a boyfriend, for he didn’t know how he’d respond to it. Thinking of someone else receiving her affection nearly drove him wild, and while he tried to hide it, he could feel himself feeling very possessive of her. Luckily, she never seemed to notice.
One autumn day in Grade 11 though, Rebecca found out about his secret love for bondage. He had forgotten that she was going to come over for a study project and had just finished with a new drawing on his desk. She had come to the door just as he was heading to the bathroom. He quickly let her in, and she, being a regular visitor to the house naturally made herself at home in his bedroom. Just as he had come back from the bathroom, she had noticed his drawing.
“What’s this?” Rebecca asked. Theo was confused, but then as he noticed the drawing, he visibly paled in horror.
It was a picture of her. She was wearing a tight superheroine costume, shaping her breasts so much that her nipples made lovely little points in the latex. A stylish blue R was on her belly, and she wore a cape (Theo had always loved the idea of girls wearing capes). She was also tied up. Her eyes, with the traces of the Orient so lovingly drawn in by Theo, stared defiantly from under her well groomed eyebrows. Her mouth was covered by a small strip of tape, leaving her hair free. Her arms were tied behind her back, pinning her cape to her back. More rope had been tied around her midriff to keep her arms in place, and her long legs exposed except for a long pair of boots, were bound together. Theo had always been a good drawer, but now the inspiration of the portrait was holding the picture in her hands, looking at him expectantly.
Theo had never before been so scared. He couldn’t speak, knowing that she was about to start screaming in anger or horror. He stuttered a subdued apology, so ashamed that he couldn’t even look at her.
Suddenly he heard giggling. He looked up in astonishment. She was giving a knowing smile at him, “You serious, Theo? You think I’d let myself get tied up and gagged?”
Theo was so astonished he could only shrug awkwardly.
Rebecca’s smile was still friendly, “Yeah it’s really creepy if it were some stranger I didn’t know, but it’s actually pretty nice to find out about your little crush.”
Theo felt blood rush to his face as he still couldn’t think of what to say.
Rebecca’s gave a mock pout of sympathy for him, “Aww, are you okay?” Theo could tell that Rebecca knew she was in complete control. She was toying with him now, because she knew him enough to know that he was deep down a sweet guy and wanted to be the gentleman, but it also showed somehow in her expression that she had known about his feelings for a while.
Theo felt himself redden still more, not just because of his emotions being read so easily, but also because Rebecca looked so goddamn bewitching. Her long lashes over her narrowed eyes, her lips, the smile she had, her long hair loose on her shoulders... God it drove him crazy even as he stood in front of her. Did she know that? Probably.
Rebecca finally took mercy on him and handed him the drawing, “You’re a great artist. You make me look quite pretty in that costume.”
Theo suddenly spoke up in a very muted voice, “It wasn’t hard to do that...”
Rebecca gave a sudden squeal of laughter at the clumsy compliment, “Aww poor you.” She patted him on the shoulder, “Are you free Friday night? ‘Cause I wanted us to see that new Johnny Depp film.”
Theo was surprised that Rebecca was just going to move along from all this like it was nothing, but he nodded.
Rebecca smiled with something that bordered relief and anticipation, “Great. Meet me at my place at 7:00.” And in that sudden twinkle in her eyes, Theo suddenly wondered what was going to be waiting for him.