Well, here I go again...
After my exploits with Stacy, it became certain that I thoroughly enjoyed bondage. Unfortunately, as I have said, she and I never got the opportunity to play again. It wasn't for a lack of trying; our schedules simply did not line up, and she became involved in a relationship and moved away.
I finished out my semester at the local community college, and was already making plans for attending a four-year institution about an hour down the road. Summer came and went, and before I knew it, I had moved into an apartment complex near campus (it was actually college-owned apartments, but that's not important here). As I settled into college life, I very quickly learned that it was much different than even the community "college" I had attended earlier. Classwork was much more demanding, and my schedule was much fuller. But I was meeting a plethora of new people, and upon losing the former stereotypes I had been labeled with in high school, I very rapidly "came out of my shell," as it were.
In addition to meeting several people within my major, many of whom are now my dear friends, I also met a girl who I shall call Morgan. The first time I formally met her, she was playing Beethoven's Sonata no. 8 (the Pathetique) in one of the practice rooms in the music building. At that time, I was not familiar with the work, but I had heard it as a theme song to a television show that I had used to watch. I really liked the piece, but, since I didn't know the name of the work, it made it nearly impossible to find it. But, I digress...
I was also upstairs in a practice room, and I caught the faint melody I had committed to memory all those years ago. I followed it to where she was playing, and thus we were introduced.
But more on that, later.
I made it through my first semester, managing to make the Dean's List. I had also met a girl who I shall refer to as Katie. Katie and I were both music majors, and we shared nearly every class together. It was inevitable that we became at least casual friends. She was a bit eccentric, as musicians tend to be (as a musician myself, I can certainly attest to that fact). She and I talked on occasion, and I added her to my ever-growing list of contacts on the exploding phenomenon known as "Facebook." I also spoke with her on occasion on AIM ("AOL Instant Messenger", for those of you not familiar with the acronym-filled world of cyberspace).
As the next semester started, I went about life as best I could. I was still single, having not really pursued a relationship with anyone, as I was still getting my bearings. I never really saw anything in Katie other than friendship, and I didn't expect that attitude to change anytime soon. Winter turned to early Spring, and the university chorus I was in was planning its annual spring fund-raising concert. I had driven the hour or so back home one weekend, to visit my parents and procure another shipment of supplies (food, mainly). On my return drive, my ever-trusty '94 Chevy Silverado that I mentioned with pride in my last post started making the most awful noise, coming from the floorboard. I knew then that my transmission was most likely going bad. After 195,000 miles, that is (after all, it *is* a Chevy). A quick phone call the next day, and a visit from my parents, combined with a tow truck coming to take the Silverado away the following Monday, really drove home the fact that I was without transportation for at least the next week.
It didn't help matters any that the chorus' performance was the following weekend, and we had marathon rehearsals that week, both during class and in the evening, in preparation for the event.
One night that week (I believe it was Monday), I was sitting in my room at my apartment at my computer, as usual. Katie was on AIM, and she and I were talking. The conversation somehow led to us sharing "secrets." My love of all things bondage being the motherload of all secrets, I was a bit wary of sharing it with her. But she struck me as being the kind of person who would at least be open to the idea (if not with me, than in general), and would at least be understanding. So, after she had told me a few secrets, I spilled the beans.
I must confess, I'm not certain what happened that night. It was not like me to just reveal my innermost secret to someone I knew as casually as Katie. We even discussed that in our conversation that night. Looking back, I suppose I was acting on a hunch. Some "gut feeling," as it were. Whatever the case, my (what some may call reckless) behavior paid off.
She didn't run away screaming (figuratively speaking, of course). In fact, she seemed interested in the subject. She started asking me questions about what I did, what I had done, what it was like. Things of that nature. I answered her, happy to provide information about my favorite thing. After a while of back and forth questions and answers, she caught me completely off guard when she admitted that our conversation was "exciting" her. She confessed that she would probably "take care" of her growing "problem" later. In another uncharacteristic move on my part, I told her that I'd like to come help her out.
She again totally took me by surprise when she said she'd like that. Within ten minutes, she came and picked me up.
Once back to her apartment, I took some of her pillowcases and did a basic hands-in-front tie. The rest of what happened that evening, from what I gather, is not appropriate for this forum. Sufficed to say, it was fun. And I ended up staying with her that night. And many nights to come...
As the semester ended and summer began, I moved back in with my parents to save on expenses, and she remained in her apartment near the college. That fact, coupled with various other problems, ended our relationship in mid-June. After a brief awkward period, she and I soon became close friends (without benefits, I'm afraid).
My success with Katie inspired me to take a bit more risks when it came to sharing my "secret." I had a few rejections, until I decided to tell Morgan. But that's another story...