Mandy and I had been friends since elementary school. Playing and cheering together. Commiserating over toxic relationships. Even going away to college together. Now in our early thirties, we had drifted apart with emails our only communication. Mandy moved to the mythical land of Orlando while I stayed here, teaching and freezing in northern Ohio. But, absence really does make the heart grow fonder as I discovered when my friend texted she would be in town for a few days.
So excited I even cleaned my house. Which, if remembering my Catholic upbringing, was mentioned in the book of Revelation as a sign of the Apocalypse. I even went to Target to buy Mr. Clean, Pledge, and Comet. Three items never before found inside an Arby's. Other than being a poor housekeeper, I had another secret which I was determined that Mandy never uncover: behind closed doors, I am a lesbian dominatrix with a small but obedient collection of loyal kittens. Just remembering them made my puss weep. Sodden panties clinging.
After choosing my wardrobe for the tenth time I began pacing not understanding the anxiety. After all, Mandy was just a friend. This wasn't a booty call. We had barely even discussed sex. I asked Mandy once about her masturbation techniques then had to call an ambulance due to her heart palpitations. So any hint of rampant S&M was best kept from my sexually-repressed acquaintance.
Still, the idea of dominating Mandy was incredibly exciting, fueling my need. Realizing I didn't have time to masturbate properly to those thoughts I audibled to Plan B.
Struggling mightily to wriggle out of my snug new jeans, revealing the wet spot on my mauve bikini panties which was spreading like a bad rumor. Succumbing to primal lust I leaned against the corner of the table and ground it against my mound, exciting me as well as giving the table a sheen Pledge could never equal; grinding and humping like a stripper on Adderall. One quick but powerful orgasm later I dressed and finished the elegant meal presentation. Sampling it, the Hamburger Helper was cooked to perfection and the lavish mac-and-cheese side dish was practically glowing with yellow goodness.
A slight knock on the door startled me as I placed the centerpiece on the table. Prancing to the door and opening it like Lurch from the Addams Family we hugged as only long-lost friends can.
"It's so great to see you, Mandy."
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"It's wonderful to finally see you again too, Claire. I've missed you terribly. " She stood in the doorway brushing snow from her dirty-blonde hair. Dirty-blonde wasn't really its color so much as a statement about her aversion to Head and Shoulders. Taking a hint I invited her inside, out of the bitter wind. The snow was now blowing sideways.
"You have certainly filled out since I saw you last, hun," I said.
"I might have put on a pound or two. Thanks for mentioning it, bitch!"
Backtracking, I quickly explained the misunderstanding. "I'm referring to your boobs. They must be solid Ds."
"C," she corrected.
"We can catch up on Español later. Please make yourself at home. Are you hungry?
"I'm starving."
"You may still be after you eat my cooking."
My friend, always a diplomat smiled and replied, "I find that hard to believe. You were always a wonderful cook."
"That's before the bulb burned out in my EZ Bake Oven. But, I have a surprise for you. I burned some songs from our high school days. Like the mixtapes, we used to party with." Hitting 'play' songs from bygone days began blaring: Mariah, Black Eyed Peas, and various boy bands. Looking back music was incredibly lame back then. Until...'Sugar, we're Going Down' by Fall Out Boy kicked it causing me to bound around the dining room like an epileptic marionette. The gyrations brought back fond memories of Mandy and me performing the Macarena at our school talent show. 'Talent' might be a stretch.
Motioning her to sit, Mandy sat near the corner I had only recently pleasured myself on. Sniffing deeply she asked, "This smells fantastic! Are we having tuna casserole?"
Without replying I broke out my finest Chinette paper plates and heaped Hamburger Helper on each. "Oh, Claire this is delicious. I must have the recipe."
"It's on the box. I'll drag it out of the trash before you leave," I informed.
With full bellies, our conversation turned to our love lives or lack thereof. I had recently broken up with Linda who proved too narcissistic for me although I didn't know what the word meant. If it meant unfaithful whore then it was the mot juste. Mandy could relate. She hadn't had a relationship nibble in awhile. She even mentioned she was on the verge of giving up on men entirely. That caught my attention until she also informed me that she recently bought a German Shepherd but I chose not to mentally explore that weird-ass scenario.
Blushing, she continued to bare her lonely soul. "About the only excitement I have comes from reading online porn. Especially ones about a 'doom'.
"A doom?"
"Yes, you know a dominating woman."
"Oh, a domme!" I corrected.
"I guess that was a typo. I ran across another typo when I read 'Cunt Dracula.' They don't believe in proofreading online I gather. But, for some twisted reason, the idea of submitting excites me so much. I want to experience it badly!"
Sipping hot chocolate, I replied I might be able to help her with that with if she was serious. She quickly assured me she was. We walked to my large window where I was surprised to discover my neighbors gathering in front of my home like zombie carolers. Watching me sip the steaming cocoa she said, "Be careful, don't burn your tongue. You might need it later." I wasn't expecting double entendres.
"So you might help me? Are you a doom, Claire?" she asked. Nodding to her before she continued questioning. "Have you ever been a...submarine I think it's called."
"It's just called a sub but to answer you NO I HAVENT!" I replied adamantly. Her naivete was refreshing as was her new libidinous attitude. Her next question was trickier.
"Have you ever thought about it?" She asked with a surprisingly wicked gleam in her eye. My breath caught in my throat as I considered how honest to be. I had cum many times thinking about such a role reversal but I knew it would have to be with a strong-willed, no-nonsense woman who could break my spirit. I had yet to find such a woman. I explained it to Mandy generically, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
No sooner were those words out of my mouth than she swiftly excused herself, grabbed her overnight bag, and scurried to my bathroom. I wondered if the conversation became too hot for her so I considered calling another ambulance, but waited. Suddenly the door flew open and out she came. But, instead of my mousy friend she was marching boldly and self-assured like R. Lee Ermey in 'Full Metal Jacket'.