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Circles within Circles, Ch. 8 (Tier 2+)
🕑 Added 2022-03-14 23:01:00 +0000 UTCThis was quickly becoming the most unforgettable semester of his life.
Oh, it wasn't the courses – not by a long shot. Not the career guidance sessions intended to give seniors like him a solid way out of college and into a stable job. Not even the socializing in the dining hall or in the dorm common rooms.
No, all that was just background noise and distraction for Ethan now. He was in a relationship at last! And not just any relationship, either – a relationship with a hot, foreign girl whose mysterious charm and elegance belied a most playfully sordid soul in the bedroom.
Ah, the bedroom…
He flushed involuntarily as he strode slowly across campus in the morning light, his mind not on the programming class ahead of him but on the sights and sensations that had filled his mind ever since last night. God, that had been- something else. The sight of Anneke's naked torso, her lingerie, the soft swells of her breasts beneath her brassiere… the sensation of those cuffs closing around his wrists… the low laughter in his ear as she'd teased him and stroked him into helpless orgasm right where he lay…
God, the very memory was enough to make him long to grind lasciviously against the very stair railing!
He'd never really thought of himself as a kinky guy, of course. If anyone had asked him a week ago what he liked to do in the bedroom, he'd probably have opted for "a blow job" or "I dunno, ordinary sex?". Even though he'd known intellectually that some folks liked things like handcuffs in bed, he'd always assumed that it was about a few weird, far-out folks: women who wanted to play at being helpless, and at being dominated and spanked and whipped and whatever else.
But guys getting cuffed to the bed? Guys like… him?
He sank down onto a bench in the morning light, squinting into the sun and allowing his mind to settle back into the memories of yesterday evening. After he'd- well, finished… and after she'd gigglingly undone his cuffs and told him he probably ought to go clean up, he'd staggered through that post-orgasmic haze and dreamily done as she suggested. And upon his return, having gratefully donned the boxers she'd cheerfully held out to him, he'd sunk down onto the bed beside her, wondering how on earth to proceed from there. How did one move on from probably the most incredible hand-job of one's life, anyway?
She'd been amazing, though: coolly and smilingly asking if he'd enjoyed it, and asking if the cuffs hadn't been too tight, and wondering if he'd ever tried something like that. "No? Well, then!" she'd smiled, running her hand softly over his exposed chest. "I guess now that we're together, we just might have to do more of that kind of play in the future, hmm? I really got a charge out of seeing you like that, you know…"
"Power exchange," she'd called it when he fumblingly attempted to tell her – with no small amount of bravado – about how cuffs were actually no big deal… just fine… just cool toys. "It's not about cuffs, silly!" she'd exclaimed. "I mean, yes, they're handy and super fun. But what I think is really hot…" and here she'd leaned forward earnestly and fixed him with those big grey eyes of hers. "What's hot is the power exchange. You know, when you let me take control, and I get to play with you… and tease you… and make you beg for more…"
God, at this rate he was going to cum just from the memory of it! He abruptly rose, acutely aware of the hard-on straining at his jeans as he made his way into the lecture hall behind a group of sophomores. Nope, nope, nope. Gotta focus now. You can think about that kind of dirty stuff later…
***
"Hey hey, man! How's the lady killer, huh? How did it go? C'mon, man – you have to tell me everything!"
Of course Sandeep wanted to know it all. Not that Ethan was quite ready to share everything, though; after all, he was still blushing just at the memory of what the two of them had done last night. But still, he had to put on a front – had to be the indifferent, macho guy he'd always wished he could be. "Oh, yeah, nothing special," he shrugged – only to receive a distorted snort of disbelief from his laptop speakers.
"Oh, yeah, uh-huh, nothing special," Sandeep mimicked, and his face filled the screen with pixelated reproach. "Cut the bull shit, Ethan! So did you do the dirty with your new lady friend? Is she still a virgin? Come on, you can tell me! Swear I won't judge if you didn't-"
"Um, well, yeah," Ethan managed, trying not to let on that he was now suddenly pondering the momentous – and probably age-old – question of whether getting a hand job from your lingerie-clad girlfriend counted as having sex. "I mean… let's just say…" he trailed off briefly, then resumed with a flash of inspiration and a lopsided grin. "Let's just say that it was a good thing I had the condoms. Things would have been pretty messy if I hadn't… if you know what I mean…"
But Sandeep was perceptive – too perceptive. "All right, man! Right on!" He cheered, before leaning close to the camera once more. "But I gotta check, ya know. Did she get off too? Because when it comes to sex you got to remember that it's not all about you-"
"Since when did you become a sex expert, huh?" Ethan bristled, momentarily piqued by Sandeep's curiosity. But in the end, after a bit of half-serious banter and off-hand remarks, peace was restored. "It's fine, man," Sandeep reassured. "Just remember: make it your number one goal to please her in bed, okay? If I've learned one thing from those magazines in our common room, it's that girls like sex just as much as guys. And I don't think she's going want to stick around if you're just going to use her to jack off…"
***
My number one goal, Ethan mused that night, lying in bed and letting his eyes glaze over as his handheld news feed scrolled past. Ugh, why was he still so freaking horny? Here he was, trying to unwind, while all his brain could do was fixate on Sandeep's words and Anneke's boobs and just how heavenly it had felt when she'd jerked him off. Number one goal. But wait, she said she's a virgin! I wonder if she's gonna let me-
Flop onto his stomach. Hips grinding rhythmically into the mattress. Messages opening. Fingers dancing across the virtual keyboard…
Sexting was the word for it, though right now he frankly didn't care. He just wanted to hear from her… let her know what he was thinking about…
ES: You awake?
AD: Hey. All okay?
ES: Yeah. Just thinking about last night
AD: And? *wink face*
ES: Wishing I was there again
AD: Me too
ES: Wanna see you have a good time *smirk face*
AD: As good as you had?
ES: Oh yeah
ES: Thats my goal
AD: What is?
AD: Come on, say it
AD: Use your words
ES: Make you cum
AD: *smirk face*
ES: Hey you asked me to say it
AD: I did! So what do you think my goal is gonna be
ES: *thinking face*
ES: Getting to cum?
AD: No, perv!
AD: To make you work for it
ES: *smirk face*
AD: You work out, right?
ES: Yeah. Loads
AD: Of course you do
AD: Might want to start working out that tongue
Ethan's eyes grew wide momentarily, then slipped shut as he ground deeper into the mattress. Oh, god. Sexting wasn't exactly something he had a lot of experience with, either – any more than with kink. But damn, if it wasn't turning out to be just as much fun!
