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It Started With A Friend Request

It's My Turn

By Larry NowickiPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
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It Started With A Friend Request
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It was another start another boring weekend. Another Friday night home alone.

Jane settled in for the night she picked up her phone.

Scrolling through a lot of the messages. everything seemed normal. Then she came to a friend request. She normally skipped right over them but this one seemed to draw her attention. She opened it to see who it was.

George.

There was something different about this one. She wasn’t sure what it was. She skipped over it. After a while, she came back to it. Open it up again to look at his profile.

George. He was from a town not too far from where she was.

She responded to it.

“Hi! This is Jane how are you doing tonight.”

The response came fairly quickly. “Hi! I’m George. Nice to meet you.”

There was normal chitchat for a while. Then George asked, “What are you doing this weekend.”

She responded “Why. What you got in mind?”

“We could have dinner at my place.”

“That sounds good. What else you got in mind.”

“I’m sure we can find something to do. It will be OK. We will have fun. Trust me.”

She usually would have nothing to do with something like this but she was tired of the boring weekends. She needed to do something different. She responded. “Sounds good. Let’s do it.”

The next weekend she drove to his house in the next town. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Quaint little place.

She knocked on the door.

George answered and invited her in. They went into the living room and sat across from each other. He on the love seat her on the couch.

“Excuse my manners. Would you like a drink?”

“Sure. Wine please.”

He just happened to have a bottle and 2 glasses already set at the kitchen table.

They moved to the kitchen. He seated her at the table and poured some wine into the glass. Then he poured himself some. But before he drank he proceeded to serve dinner.

Nothing fancy. Pot roast and potatoes with a side of green beans.

When they finished and after he cleared the table they returned to the living room. They talked while they finished the bottle of wine.

She asked inquisitively. “You said we could do something fun?.”

He smiled. “We can. And you will like it. Trust me.”

He rose from his seat and reached for her hand. Just before he got there he pulled a blindfold from his pocket. “It’s a surprise,” he said.

With a slight hesitation, she said “OK”.

He gently put the blindfold on her. Then he leads her down the hallway and up the steps.

He leads her into a room. Before he sat her on a chair he asked her again.

“Are you ready for the surprise?”

She nodded yes.

He gently moved her hair from her face and kissed her lightly on the lips. He started to unbutton her blouse but she stopped him. “Let me do it” she insisted.

As she finished unbuttoning, he loosened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Next, he removed her underwear. He lowered her onto the seat. It was a little cold on her bare bottom.

She didn’t move much when he tied her hands and feet to the chair.

“ It’s OK he said. It will be fun he said. Trust me.”

Thunder rolled through from the distance. He removed her blindfold. The flashes of lightning lite room through the small windows at either end. There wasn’t much here. A futon on the floor, a small sofa bed, a chair, and a couple of other toys and implements lying around.

He did things to her that she never imagined anyone would ever do to or with her.

He had her do things to him she never in her wildest dreams ever imagine that she would do to anyone.

This went on most of the night. Jane was exhausted. She was still a little too excited to sleep but sleep finally caught up to her.

The storms passed and the thunder quietly rolled away. The sun was coming up.

When she woke George was standing fully dressed in front of her.

He untired the bindings.

He gently wrapped a towel around her naked body. He picked her up and carried her down the hallway to the bathroom. He put her into the bathtub and gently washed her entire body. When he was done she took his hand as he helped her from the tub.

Her clothes were neatly arranged on the bed. He watched as she dressed.

When she was done he went with her to the front door and out onto the porch.

As she walked down the steps towards her car he said “I hope you had as good a weekend as I did. I really enjoyed myself.”

She turned and looked at him with a questioning look.

He said, “Maybe we could do it again another time.”

Still staring at him with a look of astonishment, disbelief, and wanting she smiled and said “Next weekend we’ll meet at my place.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Trust me.”

“It’s my turn!”

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