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Authors: Georgeanna Bingley

Jenny and James

Jenny and James
Georgeanna Bingley
Amazon Digital Services, Inc. (2012)

For Jenny's entire life two things have been constant: her drive and her best friend, James. When she realizes what she really wants is to give up control and be taken completely it's no surprise that she turns to the man she trusts more than anyone else. James is more than happy to push her limits and show her what it truly means to surrender.

Short Story: 4800 words (features a ravishment fantasy and sodomy)

Jenny and James

 

By: Georgeanna Bingley

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2012; ISBN: 978-1-300-09278-0

Jenny was psyched; she'd gotten the promotion she had campaigned the last three months for, and she had to tell someone.
 
It was no surprise that the lucky recipient of her good news would be James.
 
They'd been best friends for almost 25 years - ever since an incident in the sandbox that Jenny couldn't even completely remember now. She was, after all, only three at the time. Some other kid had done something evil to Mr. Snuggles, and James had gone beyond merely rescuing him. He also insulted the bully before returning
 
the toy cat to Jenny, thus endearing himself to her forever.

Over the years, mutual acquaintances had often asked why they didn't get together.  Jenny had to agree that, in addition to their close friendship, she and James had undeniable chemistry.  Yet the timing had simply never worked out right; it was rare that both she and James were single at the same time.  Plus, while Jenny had often wondered what it would be like to go beyond their normal flirtation, she wasn't sure if she wanted to risk such a longstanding friendship to find out.

 
She walked into James' house, not bothering to knock first, and hollered for him to come downstairs and hear her good news.
 
He came down, and after just a quick glance, said, "You got it; I can tell.” Giving her a quick hug, he added, “Congratulations, kid, you deserve it."
 
She accepted his hug while rolling her eyes at the "kid" comment.
 
He was three months older than her and for some reason, enjoyed teasing her about that.
 
"Let me take you to celebrate," he said, "I just need to hop in the shower, and we'll go get you something fancy."

 
"Ok, can I use your computer?  I want to email my mom."
 
He nodded his assent, and she sat down and sent her mother a quick email.
 
She heard the shower start up and decided to play on the internet. She started to type in an address when his autocomplete popped up; apparently he had a site saved under bondage.com.
 
Curiosity got the better of her, so she clicked on it.
 
There were lots of girls tied in different positions, and they all looked rather helpless.
 
She wasn't really interested in the rope part, but their looks of fear (often mixed with arousal) were really affecting her.

 
Taking a quick moment to make sure the shower was still running, she clicked on favorites, and with insight that comes from knowing someone for decades she looked in the money folder.  Sure enough, she'd found his porn stash.
 
Besides bondage, he had a lot of links to S&M sites, and when she clicked on them she saw everything from light spankings to one poor girl with clothespins all over her and plenty of nasty-looking red welts to go with them.
 
While she wasn't sure about experiencing that much pain, the thought of being scared while having sex was really intriguing.
 
She ended up clicking on a photo of a girl that was bent over some sort of bench.
 
Judging by the marks on her ass, she'd apparently just been whipped soundly, and the presumed whipper was now standing behind her.
 
He had a hold of her hair with one hand and was turning her face so she could see him with her peripheral vision, but not directly. He was getting ready to penetrate her.

 
Jenny couldn't look away from the girl's captivating face.
 
She only stopped when she heard a throat clearing behind her.
 
She jumped up, clicked off the browser and turned to face a rather amused-looking James.
 
"Are you ready to go?" he asked.
 
Apparently he was going to pretend he didn't know what she was looking at.
 
Feeling relieved, yet also disappointed, she nodded, and they headed to the restaurant.

 
James must have called ahead and pulled strings, because they were seated quickly.  After ordering, Jenny tried to go through the motions as James chatted about her promotion and asked her questions about her new position, but all she could think about was that girl bent over the bench.
 
Finally, after the appetizers had been eaten, James just said, "Look, you're obviously upset about what you saw on my computer.” Leaning forward, he added, “Is there anything I can say that will calm you down?
 
You know I'm a good guy that respects women.”

"I know that.
 
It's just...um,” Jenny squirmed a little, then decided to go for it and just ask, “Do you ever do stuff like that with the girls you date?
 
Or is it just something you like to look at?"

James leaned in and said, "Yes, I do tie up girls that want me to.
 
A lot of people are into bondage and S&M, and as long as it's consensual it can be fun."
 

"So you'd never force anyone to do that?"

"God, Jenny, no!"
 
James sounded rather pissed.
 
"Of course not; that would be so wrong.
 
I only do this with willing girls, and why do you look upset about that?"

Caught off guard, she started blushing and just stared at the table.
 
Finally, she looked up and found him looking at her, obviously waiting for an answer.
 
Her eyes shot right back down, she took a deep breath, and, after stammering a time or two, she finally
 
blurted out, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be forced to have sex, and I know it's wrong, and it's awful, and there's probably something wrong with me.
 
I'm so sorry I accused you of being into that, because I know you, and I know you're not a rapist, and oh my god, I'm so sorry; I've just never told anyone this before...” Hanging her head she added, “Please don't tell anyone else how fucked up I am."

Valiantly struggling to not laugh James said, "Sweetie, you know I won't betray your confidence.
 
That's actually a pretty common fantasy, and there's lots of good psychological reasons which I won't bother explaining, but fantasizing about that doesn't make you fucked up...at least not as fucked up as being 28 and still sleeping with a stuffed cat makes you.” Seeing her reaction, he chuckled and added, “Oh good, there's a smile; c'mon, let's get out of here before the chef thinks you're upset because you didn't like the food."

Safely back in the car, he continued, "There are actually a lot of people that are into 'play-rape' or ravishment.
 
I like the latter term better; either way, one person forces another, but they've actually talked about it beforehand and set limits and, most importantly, a safeword. That way the 'victim' can stop the action if she needs to, but can still say 'no' and protest what's happening while the 'attacker' ignores her."

Jenny took a breath and asked if he'd ever done anything like that, and he said, "Yes, actually.
 
It's really intense, but I love doing it.
 
I work out with the girl ahead of time what she wants, and then I catch her off guard and do it.
 
So far, every girl has loved it."

"Every girl?
 
How often are you doing this?"
 
Jenny asked, starting to get a little creeped out.

"Just five or six; not too many.
 
I've dated a few girls that, while they were really into S&M, they had no desire to try this, and I would never push this on anyone.
 
In fact, all the girls I've done it with brought it up to me; I never asked them to try it."

"Really, what did they say, 'James, will you pretend to rape me?' I can't imagine saying that."

"Then don't, sweetie.
 
You can pick a different way to phrase it when you're ready to ask me."

"Oh, good," she said and then gasped, realizing what he'd said, and even worse, what her reaction implied.
 
She glanced over him...fortunately he was watching the road...and tried to imagine what it would be like if he just pulled the car over and climbed on top of her, ignoring her protests.
 
Oh, God, why was she getting turned on by this?
 
What was wrong with her?
 
He looked over at her as they stopped at a stop sign, and she suddenly just knew that he knew what she was thinking; he smirked at her, and then kept driving until they got back to his apartment.

"You want to come in?" he asked.

"No, I should probably get some sleep; big day tomorrow with the new promotion.
 
I have to switch offices and meet new staff members and start working on the budget, and you know, other exciting things."

"Alrighty."
 
He smiled and then said, "Can we still do our normal hug good bye or do you need to skip that?"

Laughing, she reached in and hugged him.
 
She realized how safe she felt; she'd been hugging this guy for decades and it was so comfortable.
 
She reached up and kissed him on the cheek and then, taking a deep breath, said, "I want to try it; and I want to try it with the man I trust the most, which would be you.
 
So uhm, email me or something with what you think, 'cause I gotta go."
 
And she ran to her car, got in and drove away quickly.

She got back to her apartment and checked her email.
 
There was one from her mom congratulating her on the job, one from some guy that kept asking her out...shockingly, it was an email asking her out...and one offering to increase her penis size, but none from James.
 
"Damn it!"
 
Suddenly she felt like crying.
 
She wasn't sure whether she was more upset at the possible loss of a lifelong friendship or if it was the fact that she wouldn't get to have her fantasy fulfilled.
 
The fact she wasn't sure just upset her even more.
 
She clicked on "Send/Receive" and was thrilled to hear the noise that indicated a new email had arrived.  It was from him.

 

 
Jenny,

 

Now that you've had a little bit of time to think about what you asked me to do you may have decided to back out.
 
If you have, that's fine; you know I'll still adore you :)
 
Just stop reading this email and delete it.
 
If you still want to pursue it, then carry on...

 

First, let me say I'm very honored that you chose to ask me to do this for you.
 
I'm aware what a big step it is for you, and I intend to make it very enjoyable, indeed.
 
From what we said before, it sounds as if you're not looking so much for pain as for a sense of having no control over what happens to you and your body, right?

 

Being pushed to the ground and forced to just take whatever happens to you is something that scares and arouses you.
 
Thinking about my weight on you as you struggle, in vain, to get free is making you wet right now, isn't it, Jenny?

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