The Storyteller (4 page)

Sometimes, she wondered if neighbors overheard. She lived in a corner apartment, and that eliminated a lot of the worries, but when she was next door at Darren’s, she imagined someone listening in and calling the police, for fear a murder was taking place. No one ever complained, and this made her wonder if someone was in fact listening nearby, while getting off on the session as well.

When Blair went home for Christmas break, she could not bring Darren and under no circumstances could tell her family about the relationship with a man more than double her age. Her parents would not spank her, for as she had constantly reminded herself, they never did such things. They would, however, erupt in verbal fury and possibly kick her out of their home for good, even though she was an adult.

Since her furniture was back in Tempe, her parents put up a cot for her in her old room, and in the darkness of night, it was like times long gone. Naked, while everyone was asleep, she fingered herself to climax, biting her lip to keep from crying, and cursing the occasional squeaks the makeshift bed made. The dread of being caught came back as before, but while it intensified her pleasure, fiddling herself while the rest of the household slept, she missed the real thing she had become accustomed to.

While in the shower, with the water running so heavily she knew no one could hear, she even bent herself over the sink and used the hair brush a couple of times in a self-administered spanking. It was nowhere near as hard or intense as Darren would have delivered, but it provided a brief satisfaction in place of the man she missed so deeply.

There was no doubt she was madly in love with Darren Foster and the strange things he offered. She had been quite a student, and Darren had proven himself a more outstanding teacher than anyone at Arizona State.

When she returned, the sex was torrid. Oddly, they did not even spank the first go-around, but were so horny for each other they went straight to the bed.

More and more, this continued, with her relationship hidden from the world.

It was then an odd thing happened. On campus, one of the women from a science class spoke to her. Tamara was her name. Tamara Kennedy. The last name was easy to remember.

Tamara asked if she could bring out a bold question, and Blair was stunned by what it was.

It seemed because she was never seen about campus with a guy and looked to live such a secretive life, Tamara believed her to be a lesbian.

Blair was nothing of the kind. In her Bisbee days, she had gone through some of the same gossip when she was so reserved. Dreams back then, rather than sex, were her primary goal, and the only reason she dated any of the guys in school was to cast off the rumors. That was why she lost her virginity but preferred her own hand at home. Less chance of heartache. Less chance of pregnancy.

Times had changed her. Now she was even willing to examine the possibility of doing it with another female. After all, look what one spanking game had led to.

Rather than being offended, Blair said she might consider it, but not right away. She said she was straight and took a risk of her own. She dared to ask if Tamara would consider a three way with her male partner. It was then Tamara’s turn to say she would consider the options. They left at a stalemate.

A few nights later, after their hand spanking session and lovemaking, Blair whispered the suggestion to Darren.

Amazingly, he was up to it.

“If I can get her to go along with this, I’ll set things up next week,” Blair said in a voice far too casual for the implications. “Just be sure nothing is going to tear me away from you, but I think since we do everything else, we might as well put up the heat a bit. What do you think?”

It was then something even more shocking happened.

“Did you know there was a woman before you that I used to see for spanking sessions?” Darren blurted out. When he mentioned this, he stared up at the ceiling, as if to see a different face from a different time in his mind.

It was the moment Blair dreaded, and she swore to herself for ever considering Tamara and bringing this on. Yet she knew what was coming and cut it off with a confession of her own.

“I saw a woman leave your place the first night I moved in. I heard you two through the walls and watched her leave. Is that the one?”

Still staring at the wall, Darren nodded weakly.

“What’s her name?”

At that moment, there was a strange clicking sound and for whatever reason, the entire apartment went black.

“A fucking power outage! You have to be kidding me!”

It was Darren who spoke, but then Blair came to the rescue.

“Relax. There are some matches I put in the nightstand drawer that my father left here when he first moved me in. They’re still there. Find them and there’s that candle by the alarm clock I haven’t used yet. Christmas present. Go on.”

Cursing loudly about the electric company, Darren started to fumble in the night stand, but at that point the power returned. It was evidently just a glitch.

“This shit usually happens in the summer,” Darren complained. “Too many people using their air conditioning full blast. Thing is summer isn’t even here yet.”

“So what about this girl?” Blair questioned. She was not letting him off the hook. “What’s her name?”

“Mercedes,” Darren muttered in a low voice as he resumed his position in the bed.

Blair flinched at the name. It sounded so exotic when compared to her own.

“So how well do you know her?”

“We aren’t together any longer. She was married and going through a breakup, so I don’t really see it as adultery at the time. We never did anything while she was with her husband, though she played the field. She wanted things he wouldn’t give her and I would.”

“Like sexual spankings?” Blair sighed.

Darren nodded again.

“Look, I have no interest in her any longer. If I can find her, I’ll set it up and the four of us can have a real thing going for a weekend. She swings both ways, and if you don’t want to do it with this new friend of yours, then I am sure Mercedes will get with her, and they can put on a show for us. Like you said, why not up the notch a bit? Just because we do it once for an experience, doesn’t mean we’ll do it all the time.”

“So much for getting things into motion,” Blair answered. “Do what you can, and if I really feel brave, I’ll get in on the action with the other girls. I think Tamara already expects me to do it with her while you watch, so...”

Darren started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s all really bad stuff. It’s going to earn you an extreme spanking.”

The next day Blair looked worn when she went to classes, and Tamara noticed it right away. For the moment, Blair thought of scratching this off as a bad idea, but her desires were starting to run wild, to the point where she could no longer hold them back.

She was obviously no longer a high school kid in Bisbee, Arizona.

“What do you think if Darren brings an old girlfriend and we do it four ways?”

Not too surprisingly, Tamara agreed to the idea.

“So what does she look like?” she asked.

Blair answered truthfully. “I don’t know. I only saw her once, and it was a brief glimpse. Tall. Attractive? Well, yes, attractive. She’s into some weird stuff though.”

Tamara grinned.

“Weirder than other women? Some people would think me a bit off, right?”

“They like to spank people,” Blair said flatly. She was surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice.

Tamara only grinned again.

That night, the sex game was hotter and harder than usual. Darren gave her what he often defined as a progressive spanking, as punishment for her suggesting what he whimsically called a perverse party. First, she had to lie across his lap with her pants up, while he gave her twenty whacks with his hand. She then had to rise and pull her pants off, so only her panties covered her already swelling bottom. Then the panties came down.

“Not too much,” Blair cautioned. “Don’t get carried away. I don’t want a butt that looks like charcoal was spread all over it when we do our thing.”

Darren proved he knew what he was doing once more. The spanks lightened enough to leave her pink, but not bruised. They then went to bed and engaged in their usual functions.

Blair was so deeply in love with Darren by this time, she no longer feared a session with the shadowy Mercedes and her own new friend. In the two days and nights that followed, she even daydreamed about what would take place. She no longer dreaded losing Darren to his ex-lover, but determined her willingness to take sexual risks displayed her trust in her man and the other way around. This was going to be a hot weekend fling and nothing more.

Saturday morning was set to be the big day and evening. Tamara was to arrive at Blair’s apartment, and they would let Darren know they were ready. Darren had confirmed a meeting with Mercedes, who was likewise set for what they hoped to be a sexual marathon. They would continue into Sunday and things would draw to a close before classes resumed. If it worked, they would consider doing it again. If not, it was a unique experience everyone would masturbate to for a long time to come.

On Friday, Blair and Darren refrained from sex in order to save themselves for the weekend decathlon.

Darren had remarked he was eating a lot of oysters and explained this supposedly built up sperm, to which Blair laughed uncontrollably.

“If I wasn’t saving myself, you’d get a spanking for that,” he warned. “I owe you one.”

He then displayed a number of spanking implements that would possibly be put into play if everyone wanted to comply. There was one of Darren’s belts that Blair was already very familiar with. There was a female hair brush that she had felt once or twice before. There was a wooden incense burner that Blair had taken with her pants up and was so painful she insisted it not be used again. There was a plastic ruler, a yardstick, and a few other things Darren had kept hidden until just such a purpose arose. She never saw the collection of paddles, ranging from a small Ping Pong device to a large wooden monster she dreaded to feel before this time.

“Are you sure if you see Mercedes, you aren’t going to leave me for her?” Blair whimpered as she looked at the display of disciplinary tools.

“That’s two spankings I owe you,” Darren answered while gazing down at his collection. “I told you before that our thing was over. Fate saw to that.”

“Fate?”

Blair questioned the term.

“Don’t worry about it,” came the reply. “I love you and only you. One day we’re going to find a way to be together for good. It may take a long time, but when you figure a way to tell your parents, you let me know. The age thing really shouldn’t be a problem, but some will think it is. I know that. I also think if everyone knew some of our other secrets, they would find our relationship even harder to believe.”

“Why’s that?” Blair asked. She was suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Her heart was throbbing rather than her usually pained ass. “Is it because of the spanking games?”

Darren shook his head and only whispered one word. “No!”

“Then what is it?”

Darren grinned, touched her cheek softly and told her to go home to bed. There were things to be done during the weekend.

The reaction bothered her, and her night was disturbed. She had no dreams of sex or spanking. Not even Mercedes showed up to steal her desired lover away. Instead, there were storm clouds and gunshots which jolted her awake. When she realized these were only nightmares, she tried to sleep again and could not. When morning came, she looked hardly up to the escapades at hand.

Slipping into a pair of jogging pants and a tee shirt, with no underwear beneath, she got up and put on coffee. She was about to scarf down a pop tart for energy, when the doorbell rang. It was Tamara.

Though Blair had no true lesbian tendencies, Tamara looked prime to experiment with. Her long blond hair was in a ponytail and her face vibrated with a perverse glow that must surely have duplicated the expressions she wore when finishing her own session with Darren.

“Hot,” was all Blair could muster as she examined her guest from the doorway.

She wore shorts that displayed smooth, sensual legs and a tight top. Like Blair, she wore no bra this day and in looking closely, one could see her nipples outlined beneath the fabric. They were apparently erect already.

“Let me see if this Mercedes is here yet,” Blair said in a croaking voice, unable to take herself away from Tamara’s appearance. Though she had never really longed for another woman, she lusted now.

With her apartment door open, Blair turned and went to the bedroom window, but to mild dismay, she saw no car she could tie to the night visitor of so many months before.

Perhaps Mercedes had backed out after all? All the better. This would leave Darren to herself and to Tamara. With Tamara’s preference admittedly being for other girls, there was no fear of full time competition there.

“There’s no one next door!” Tamara’s voice came from the doorway.

“What?” Blair responded in disbelief. “We’ve been planning this. What do you mean by that?”

“Come see for yourself. Maybe your boy lost his nerve.”

Blair felt like Lazarus raised from the dead, for surely the bright daylight must have blinded his dead eyes when he emerged from the tomb. She too felt an odd sense of emerging from darkness into sunshine. She was about to become enlightened, but there was a feeling of dread rather than excitement surmounting from the same. It was just a feeling, but it hit her hard.

“Look out, Goddamn it,” Blair muttered as she pushed past Tamara, ringing the doorbell herself.

“Darren!” she called and again rang the bell. “Darren, open up!”

“He lost his nerve,” Tamara proclaimed triumphantly. “That’s not surprising. Oh, well. I’m still up for the two of us.”

Blair ignored the words, furiously ringing the doorbell and not understanding. It was then the words from the night before came back to her.

“Fate saw to that.”

“God damn it, Darren,” she answered herself. “Open the fucking door!”