The phone rang as he was just starting to fist me fully. The air was knocked out of me and the entire scene at the same time. It rang twice and she was torn as to what to do. JB was quiet and so was i.

She got dressed and was in the process of leaving the room to return the call, when she retraced her steps and reached in the closet to find a small striped gift bag. The incongruity of the gift was beset by the sadness of her eyes as she handed it to me and turned away to leave in the same breath. i stood there holding the bag and watching the door shut and listening to JB repeat….”he fucked us again….god….i cant believe that….well never get her back now….” i looked down and inside the tiny bag was my very first toy….she had made me a tiny rope flogger of white and pink and i was grinning and holding it up for JB…

“She actually IS the Martha Stewart of BDSM….” i smiled as i felt it and showed it off proudly to him.

As JB and i dressed and straightened up a bit…i was just smiling and trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day and lc returned. A brief discussion took place and then he began to fuck her. i was somehow not at all excluded….i was so out of the mood that i was just cleaning the toys and enjoying the show. i heard him check in with her and somehow i ended up on all fours on the futon. i just called lc for a reminder and she said….

“i think he just asked me if i was ok with it and then said…ya want some….and then you just dropped everything and ran over”…..

Now….as stated earlier, i defer to her timeline of events….let them sort THAT one out later….while im safely tucked away over here….hehe. i personally want to go on record and say that the following is how this girl remembers it happening….

JB stood and turned to me as i was feverishly cleaning the paddle he had used. i felt eyes on me and turned in case there was some way i could be of service to M’Lord. His eyes met mine and his strong tanned muscled arm outstretched to me…he beckoned me with his fingers…his hand…the one that moments before had given me so much pleasure. With bated breath i came to him. He pressed me to the bed and overwhelmed me with soft kisses and caresses.

Wait…i was ass in the air on the futon….lemme think for a while.

i was glad to finish things off in a better way than previously thought. i came a few times while he fucked me. i remember his hands in my hair and on my shoulders and i remember he fucked me hard and fast near the end. i was about to come earlier and the phone interrupted so i was grateful to get all that out. And i was amused to think that fucking after fisting could be worth writing home about…but somehow it was.

We are not poets. JB is not a thug or anything, but out of scene we are kind of peas in a pod, he and i, humor wise. It may not be romantic but lots of things that are hot to do are not Harlequin material. If he says “get to it” to lc…she gets wet and gets to it. If he beckons and says, :get over here so i can fuck you”… i gets to goin’.

On our way out the door as i clutched my funny little gift bag…i made sure he heard me giggle to lc about how big he is…and i knew that this would both please and tickle him. Once we were all outside and moving, we were back on familiar ground and everything was exactly the same emotionally for me. There was going to be things for lc to process. But for now we were on our way to find some lunch. JB was off to work and all was well in our worlds.

She drove and we went to a neighborhood haunt of her choosing and we talked about the session and other things like the friends that we are. It was comfortable and good. i was relieved to note that she seemed comfortable with me and that the earlier emotions were not going to interfere with our relationship. i again thanked her for the flogger and joked with her about the gift and how it was presented….but honestly…one of the snapshots in my mind of that day was the look in her eyes as she handed it to me and hurried out the door. lc is beautiful inside and out and im pleased to be her friend. JB, on the other hand will be the death of me yet.