2 comments/ 19798 views/ 6 favorites Prove It By: ticklechambers Jogging. This was something that I could do. Something that made everything melt away. Well, it used to before last Saturday. Before this guy who decided to jog past me one morning. He messed it all up! He messed up my happy morning routine! He just decided to start jogging on the same path as me and trust me, I could see it in his eyes- I could see it in his bloody idiotic smirk- he was jogging faster than me to SHOW ME UP! He was practically screaming that he was better than me. Or at least, metaphorically screaming. So, you know how it is. I couldn't just sit by- I mean, jog by- and let this pretentious jerk take pleasure out of my sweaty attempts to look good. The next morning, I began my day knowing that his presence would demand either much tolerance, or much vengeance. Too bad for him, I was a vengeful woman. "Where is he?" I whispered to myself while I stretched my legs. I held onto a nearby tree for support and scanned the park with two shadowed blue eyes- but I couldn't see him anywhere. So I began to jog, thinking, I would see him soon enough. I would see him and I would show him who could run faster! Oh yes, he was going to see the power of this young blonde in full! I continued to jog... and jog... and bloody jog- and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Damn it! I stopped- and suddenly- got knocked face first into the ground. "That was clumsy," that stupid guy looked down at me. "I'm sorry," I stood up quickly, "YOU bumped into ME!" I pointed to my chest and tried to catch my breath. He simply laughed at me and shook his head as he began to walk away. "Hey!" I shouted and followed him, "Hey, jerk-face, this is no laughing matter! I deserve an apology!" He stopped and turned around. This guy looked me up and down and then crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't apologise to people. Especially clumsy people, who randomly stop jogging when they're in front of someone, and then yell at them for no reason," He gave me a slightly annoyed look, "and you may call me Matt, not jerk face." "I may call you what I like," I spat, "and I would like to call you jerk-face!" He grinned at me and then kept walking. He grinned at me! Totally inappropriate. So I followed him and spoke very quickly stating all the reasons he was a jerk face: "Listen here pal- if you think that you've got it all because you moisturise every day and can jog for and hour- then you've got another thing coming!" My ranting went on for a while, I'll admit I had a lot to say, "and just so you know- jogging for the reason of enjoying other people's struggle- that's totally rude!- you're just some self-involved idiot and seriously you should get a life and"- He held up his hand to quieten me as we reached his car. He then opened the passenger door and said: "Get in." I looked confused for a moment- I had just screamed abuse at this guy and he was asking me to get into his car. No way! He may have perfect skin and deep brown melty eyes but he was, as I had previously stated, a jerk-face! "Not a chance." I put a hand on my hip. Matt walked up to me and looked right and close into my eyes, I could feel his breath hot on my face, I could smell the oh-so-heated scent of his aftershave. Jerk-face or not, he was a babe. But of course, that meant nothing to me, I wasn't even attracted to him. "Not to embarrass you, but do you usually stalk the people you hate so much?" He watched close for a reaction. "I... I wasn't stalking you." I tried to defend myself, "I mean, I jogged here first! I don't stalk people, or anyone. I mean, any people. That's- I don't do that." I pulled my sleeves down over my hands as a nervous habit and took a step back from him. "Okay, well do you normally walk around with the people you like to call "jerk-faces" for oh,..." he looked at his watch, "twenty minutes?" "No. I mean, I was just... trying to explain to you... that you"- he shook his head at me. "I think," He cut me off, "that you are trying to convince yourself that you don't like me, because the truth is- you find me unbearably attractive and you desperately want me." I gulped at this. NO! That wasn't true. He was NOT that attractive first of all, and second... well I just didn't think he was hot at all! Nope, no way. But despite this, my cheeks still went red. They do that sometimes. Not because I was embarrassed, but because I was angry at Matt's accusation! Because I was NOT embarrassed! "Well your wrong." I said firmly, "totally wrong." "Prove it," He gestured to his car, "seriously, prove me wrong." Okay, so I got into a strangers car. Although, he wasn't a total stranger, I mean I knew his name and what time his jogged every morning. Really, that's like an acquaintance's first base! I turned to glance at him for a second- he caught me and winked! Oh god, he thought I was checking him out- when really I was just looking at how his face could be so ugly from all the different angles I looked. "Where are we going?" I demanded to know. "Right here," he said as he pulled into a driveway, "my home. Now hurry inside, I can't have you moving around as slow as you jog," Matt gave me a teasing glance and then got out of his car. He skipped around to my side in time to help me out of his car. Just to spite me I was sure. Walking towards his door step, I wished dearly that I could take back everything that had just happened. I wished that I had not spoken to him at all and had just continued on my jog. But it was too late, and now, entering his house, I felt very fearful of what I had done. "You're thirsty," he stated and walked towards the kitchen. I followed him, and watched closely as he poured me some water, "You're going to drink this and then join me in the lounge room. It's just through that door. I'll wait for you there." With those words he strolled out of there, leaving me unable to respond. As I finished my water and walked towards where matt had ordered, I noticed a pair of hand cuffs on the bench. Oh god, he was a mad man, wasn't he? I stared at the door handle for a second and then swallowed down the lump in my throat. I knew the truth; I was just a silly young woman who let her emotions lead her towards a crazy man's trap. I stepped back and then clashed with something large! "Where are you going?" It was Matt. He looked down at me curiously. "How'd you get...." I started to breath heavily out of fear. Then he pointed to another door that lead to the same room. A look of concern fell across his face for a second, and I wondered why. He probably thought I had noticed the hand cuffs and thought I'd try and escape. Which I would of course, escape. "You know, I just remembered that I"- "Are you ticklish?" I was caught off guard at this question. Who asks strangers that? That's just weird. "Well... I... I mean, not that I...uhm..." I stuttered unsure what to say, feeling fearful that this madman would hurt me. "Or should I be asking, are you very ticklish?" He raised both his eyebrows and grinned slightly. Matt reached out to touch the side of my shirt and slowly ran his fingers along. I grabbed his hand to stop him but his arms were too strong. He came in closer, his lips now only inches from mine. "Please don't do anything bad," I whispered hurriedly, "I can't, I mean, I don't want"- He kissed me. A warm tender kiss from a man who could possible be my worst mistake. He drew me in, placing a hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer. Then he just stopped. "I'm assuming you are concerned about these," he held up the cuffs. We looked at each other in silence. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't let him know what my true thoughts were. "That's cute," he put them down and took my hand, leading me up the stairs. "Look, Matt, about what I said before"- "You're forgiven," He spoke hurriedly, and he pulled me into a room. It turned out to be his bedroom. He was going to rape me. Now it all made sense. The way he looked at me when jogging, the way he tricked me into his car, what was I to do now? "If you rape me-" I pointed at him in warning, "that'll be.... well rape, and that's punishable by"- "Punishable?" He interrupted me, "If anyone is going to be punished today, it's going to be you." He pushed me over his bed and then walked away to lock his door. He returned and sat down next to me, then he looked my way and said, "Are you comfortable?" AM I COMFORTABLE? The nerve of this guy! "What?" I looked away and then back at him, "what do you want? From me, I mean, what do you want from me?" He looked concerned once more, again I couldn't understand why. Then he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a little bright blue book. He held it up. My eyes widened. I ran over and snatched the book out of his hands. "This is mine!" I shouted at him, "you thief! Why would you steal"- "Your diary was left at the gym I work at, I never saw you come back so I thought I'd return it to you." "OH sure!" I started to pace his room, feeling my cheeks redden at the things he probably read, "sure you say that's what happened, but please! This is all sounding a little far fetched if you ask me and"- He took hold of both my arms to stop me. "Monday the 15th of April last year," he started talking, "you wrote some of the most amazing things. Every word was... beautiful." I stood still, taken over by a silence I could not withstand, "Then something happened, and you changed." "Nothing happened. Nothing happened." I repeated myself and tried to look away from him, "Something happened!" he insisted, "You know what happened." "So? So what, that doesn't mean anything. It's none of your business. Let me go!" I struggled out of his arms and walked towards his door, wishing it were not locked. "Summer, he left you and he was an idiot," Matt's voice dropped to a lower tone, "any man who saw what you really were wouldn't even think twice about"- "Don't even say it!" I turned to Matt sharply, "It's not true. I thought I wanted something, and I was wrong. I didn't know." Again, a deafening silence. My eyes stuck to his, forbidding him to speak. But of course, Jerk-face wouldn't listen. "Prove it," he pushed on. "What?" "Prove to me, that you aren't completely in need of it. That you don't even like it." My breath quickened as he stepped closer to me, "Prove that this guy left you... under the wrong impression about your desire to be tickled." "You can't just..." He walked forward and I back, until we were blocked by his bed, "You can't touch me." Matt stuck out his finger and poked me in the stomach. "Seems touchable to me," He grinned, "Now be a good girl and remove everything but your bra and underwear." I opened my mouth to protest but he pressed a finger to my lips, "Lets be honest here, you know I'm going to tickle you whether you remove your clothes or not." "I don't know if"- He cut me off again. "You also know you will enjoy it much much more if you aren't covered in cloth. Plus, if you really want to prove yourself, removing those little items will be much more convincing in the end. That is, if you show no signs of enjoyment." It was then that my resolve broke. He and I, together, slowly lifted my shirt up over my head. My eyes were glued to his, deep, brown, powerful... I was completely taken over by this stranger who knew me before now. He knew how I used to be, and wanted me to find that again. He knew I wanted to find that again. "well don't just look at me!" He teased, "the pants come off too! And those shoes and socks." I bent down to remove my shoes, slowly undoing the laces, wondering how this moment had come to be. Each shoe came off much easier than I had wished. Each sock slid off like water running down my skin. Then my pants, they dropped down as though they had never wanted to be put on in the first place. I was uncovered, and vulnerable. I stepped out of them and stood nearly naked before this man. "Lovely," He spoke, dropping to his knees and covering my stomach with kisses. His hands made way to my ribs and started to rub teasingly. Naturally my hands darted towards his to stop him, but that only made him move them faster. Trying to avoid my attempts to stop his. I giggled a little and then he stopped and looked up at me. "Now that," he paused for a moment, causing anxiety to rise inside me. Was he going to stop? Was it true that I was unattractive in this? "that, was cute." He winked at me and wrapped his arms around my back. As if to hug, but then he continued to wriggle his fingers teasingly. That's when it became too much. Overwhelmed with laughter I fell to the ground, where he remained to provide for me the same treatment. We rolled around together as he began to kiss my cleavage, biting slightly, licking as though I were a treat of some kind. I began to moan, and giggle, then moan again. I could not help this. Matt was in complete control now. "Ooooooooooooh, Matt." I shuddered and that was it. He stopped. "What was that?" He began to joke, "did you just say, 'oh Matt... please don't stop tickling me, you were right I need this very much?'" I bit my lip and felt embarrassed. My cheeks reddened and I pushed him off and walked over to my clothes. "No." I whispered, "no I did not say that." I bent over to pick up my shirt, but then Matt's hand reached out to grab it first. "No?" He questioned with disbelief, "Did you just say, 'no'?" I opened my mouth to respond- but then he threw my top away and pushed me onto his bed. Matt reached out and grabbed both of my feet threateningly. Oh god, he wasn't going to let me go! "Matt, wait I"- "No, no, It's my turn to talk," he looked at me challengingly, " You still haven't proven yourself. SO either you admit it, out loud, or I resume tickling you. And if I resume tickling you, and you moan again, I'm afraid you lose another item of clothing." My eyes widened at this. What was I to do? I couldn't admit defeat. I couldn't admit that I was enjoying this. I just couldn't. I had been avoiding this part of myself for so long, to admit it, would be to undo everything I worked so hard to put behind me. It would mean that Jeremy left me because of something that I liked and wanted. No, I couldn't admit to that. "Too late!" He smiled widely, then traced lightly down the souls of my feet. I pulled my legs back away from him and then tried to crawl off his bed. Matt of course, jumped onto the bed, sat on my legs and continued relentlessly. I couldn't move. I was lying flat on my stomach totally helpless. "No, no, no, Matt please, let me...." I lost control and started to laugh. I started to laugh and then continued to moan. Even louder than before. Matt turned around and grabbed hold of my underwear. He pulled them off sharply, as he had said he would, and then he turned me onto my back. Matt lifted a teasing eyebrow at me as my breath caught. "Now you're in trouble," he said as he moved back off the bed. He took both my ankles, and I had a moment of fear, that he would continue forever. He wouldn't ever stop! I was trapped and I liked it as much as I hated it! However, Matt pulled me closer to him. He came to his knees and buried his face into my Pussy. His tongue so tenderly ran up towards my clit and circled there vigorously. Torturously. Salaciously. Oh and I could feel the slight graze of his 5 o'clock shadow, I could feel the vibrations as he too moaned. His hands running up around my body. Caressing lightly, teasing continuously. "Matt, please go inside me." I begged him, so he moved a finger around the opening of my pussy. He teased there too, sliding inside for a second and then continuing to tease again. I could have easily cum just then but he simply wouldn't let me. He wouldn't! "Now Summer," Matt began to talk, rubbing my clit with his finger and the outside of my opening with another, "the rules have a changed a bit now, you see, you've been so stubborn." I was tiring and I couldn't fight back. I needed to reach a peak, I needed him to let me orgasm soon! "Please Matt, don't stop. Please make me cum! Oooooooooh please make me cum!" Matt looked down at me, smirked and shook his head. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way sweety," he slid two fingers inside me for a moment, stimulating my G spot, knowing exactly where to touch. Then sliding them out slowly he continued, "I can make you squirt, if you can admit one little thing for me." Oh God, he was going to make me say it! It was all in his eyes, looking at me with such determination, knowing he was only moments away of hearing the words. I couldn't stand much more of this, his fingers circling my clit maddeningly, bringing me so close, then moving on to something else. "Summer, admit that you find tickling erotic. Come on, it's not a hard thing to say." Matt nipped the inside of my thigh, which cause me to jolt. He then licked it better, tracing the tip of his tongue all the way back to my clit. He then stuck his fingers inside me and began to move them in and out, finally giving me what I needed. Finally I would get what I wanted. "I'm going to count to three summer, if I don't hear those words, I'm going to walk away." What?! NO! He couldn't do that! He couldn't just leave me like this! "Wait- wait, don't count to three!" My hips began to move back and forth out of pleasure. "ONE," he began to count, "TWO," "Alright!" I spurted out, "I liked it. Please don't stop!" "You liked what?" He insisted, "you have to give me more than that." He began to slow the pace of his fingers as a warning. "I liked... I liked... you... tickling me." I finally said it. He jumped on top of me and kissed me deeply. His lips were hot, his scent made me crazed. Matt continued to rub my clit with one hand while removing his pants with his other. He licked my neck, nibbled my earlobe, and whispered: "You are the most gorgeous thing." Once his pants were off he went back down and fingered me hard! I could feel the tension rising once more, the sensations taking over! His everything about him took over me until I orgasmed at last! Oh yes finally! Finally some release. I exhaled. My body relaxed. He moved away to do something and then returned to me. I felt his hands touch me and move me onto the bed properly, to rest my head on a pillow. He moved on top of me and looked down at my face. Matt caressed my cheek and slowly entered me. His cock filled me with warmth. I shut my eyes, and then opened them to look up into his face. He really cared. He wasn't scared or repulsed. He wasn't freaked out by anything about me. He liked that I enjoyed how he was touching me. He liked that. "I want you." Matt whispered, "oh god how I want you." I lifted my hands up around his neck, I widened my legs, letting him in deeper I challenged him: "Prove it." Prove It! It was late, impossible to work another minute. I’d sat at the desk and watched the deep peach color along the horizon turn violet, then black. It was hard to tell the stars from the city lights this time of night. Everything shimmered. The view out over the city was mesmerizing–a complete distraction, at night, in fact. I was also distracted by the puzzle, still unsolved, in the formulae in front of me. I took off my glasses and tugged on the pencil that held my hair in place. I shook my head, glad to let the long, thick braid work free, and unbuttoned my lab coat. Finally, even the most obsessed engineers had gone home and I could relax. I put my feet up on the lab table and leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, and rested. So much for decorum. So much for math. My mind wandered through events of the afternoon. I remembered working with Jeff, a tall, quiet man whose ideas I admired. He had an attention to detail that fascinated me. He never missed an event and his ability to predict what would come next surprised us all. He was obsessed with numbers. When other people made rash assumptions, he’d say, “Oh yeah, try to prove that.” I mused about whether or not he made love like that–careful and second-guessing, learning quickly and applying what he observed for better outcomes. I laughed. Maybe. I’d like to know, I thought, I’d like to see for myself. I felt the muscles between my legs tighten–yes–I’d like to know–like to let him prove that! I imagined him working alone in the lab at night, bent over a stack of spreadsheets, intent and focused, shirt sleeves up, lab coat and tie over the back of his chair. I’d seen him that way a hundred times, and it had an appeal that I couldn’t pin down. I liked the way he breathed when he worked, and in the quiet of an empty lab, it was easy to hear even softest sounds. He’d read, sigh, and draw in a long breath and hold it. It had the tenseness of being on the verge of something. Gave me shivers. It seemed like he got pleasure from puzzling, it had an electric quality to it. Recalling this, I reached down and undid the top two buttons on my shirt. I slipped a hand inside and started to rub the nipple, which immediately got hard. I squuueeezed and bit my lip, thinking of that engineer, deep in thought. I heard myself moan in the stillness of the lab. It echoed. I reached for the other breast and pinched the already-hard nipple. I could feel myself getting wet. I imagined that Jeff leaned back in his chair and stretched. And then, in a lazy and most curious kind of way, he sloooowly undid his zipper and reached his hand inside his slacks. As if standing in front of him, I could watch as he pulled his cock from the opening. It was already hard. He stroked himself, eyes closed. He was not quiet. He’d tug and twitch at the sensation and then say, “Oh god, yes, do it.” He paid such careful attention to the head, red now and dripping pre-cum, which made it shine in the desk light. Slowly he made small circles on the tip and then gently rubbed the underside. His mouth opened in pleasure and his voice was clearly audible... “I love to watch you do that.” This very intelligent, very creative man was not only obsessed with numbers. He was visualizing someone doing something that obviously turned him on. “Ohhhh yes, my little slut, do that...” I was startled out of my fantasy by the realization that the voice I heard was not imagined. It was real. Quietly, I slipped down off the lab stool and tip toed down the corridor. There, just a few cubes down, was Jeff, sitting on his lab chair, zipper down, cock in his hands, just as I’d imagined. The only difference was, he was stroking harder and using two hands, not one. I wondered how soon he’d come. “Suck it, baby.” His eyes were closed and he was shaking. His whole hand was wet now– his cock was soaked and ready. He’d parted his legs, which were trembling, and was cupping his balls now with the free hand. I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, “Suck it? OK, I will, but first this....” I tied a lab towel over his eyes. He laughed nervously and said, “Hey, who is it?” I whispered, “Not important,” moved in front of him, and knelt down between his legs. I took his hard cock in my mouth and sucked. It didn’t take long before he was ready to cum. He was really talking now, and not at all quiet. “Oh god, yes, suck it. Oh god, I’m going to cum. Drink it, you little slut. My little math bitch. Suck my hard cock..” I followed his directions, hoping no one else had stayed late. Anyone within 50 feet could have heard every word. He came, reaching down to pull my head close to him while he did. He slid down in the lab chair and groaned. “Ohhh, nice. Oh, Yeahhh.” I laughed softly. He dozed for a few seconds, dazed by the experience and then I said, “OK, brain boy, up.” I hopped up onto his desk and spread my legs. I was so wet I thought I might slide off. I pulled his head forward and held it there. I opened my pussy lips with my left and held his head with the right. I whispered into his ear, “Lick.” He did. I was already shaking so hard it was all I could do to not fall off the desk. With amazing precision, he licked my clit, which was swollen and throbbing. I couldn’t help myself. Such a bright man, I loved to give him directions. He never failed–everything, exactly as I said. He drew back and begged, “Please take the blindfold off, I want to see. I have to watch. Oh god, I want to see this. You’re so wet.” I noticed as he leaned back that his cock was hard again and that he was touching it, pulling and squeezing. It was already wet. I leaned forward, “You’re wet, and hard, and red. I can see it. You don’t need to. My clit is hard, too, and I’m dripping–now lick!” “Jesus,” he said as he leaned forward, guided by my shaking hands. Obedient, he licked. I caressed my breasts. A small sweat was forming on my brow from the heat of the desk lamp and from the sight of Jeff’s cock, harder than ever. This guy was amazing, a real scientist in every sense of the word. He used every sense to collect information and adjusted accordingly. I never had a more expert, more articulate tongue inside me. I encouraged him, quietly. He leaned back to breathe and said, “You gotta tell me who you are, I have to know... Oh god you’re so hot.” I leaned forward and put a nipple in his mouth. “Suck.” He did. And hard. I was close to cumming when he put a couple of fingers inside me and bit lightly on my nipple. I shouted, “Oh yes, it’s good. It’s so good. Don’t stop.” I leaned back, too off balance to sit up straight. Jeff stood up suddenly and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He spread my legs and grabbed his cock. He pushed it inside and then pulled me forward, and up a little. “Better angle,” he said, “better friction.” Ever the engineer, I thought, but he was right on target. He thrust hard and I felt myself starting to come. My puss tightened around his cock and I saw him squeezing his balls. He started to shake and really thrust deeply. “And now, my little bitch, the results of your experiment...” And we came. Deliriously. Loudly. Nothing intelligent about it. I was completely out of control. As it subsided, as slid off the table and pushed him back into his lab chair. I slipped his cock inside his boxers and zipped him up carefully. “Leave the blindfold on for 2 minutes or this will never happen again, hear me?” He smiled. “Two?” he said. “Two,” I said. He grabbed my wrist as I turned to leave. “You’re the best,” he whispered hoarsely, “the best. I think I know who you are.” “Oh yeah?” I said, “Try to prove it,” and bit his neck lightly. Back at my desk, I rearranged myself, put my hair back up and buttoned my lab coat. I put my glasses back on and returned to the papers with the almost-solved equations. Damn. Soon, I heard Jeff’s soft shuffle in the corridor. He leaned into my cube and said, “Working late?” “Nah,” I said, “just got here.” He walked in and looked at the formulae.. puzzled. “Hey Missie, look.” He scribbled a few numbers below what I’d written. “Unbelievable,” I said, “That’s it.” “Oh yeah,” he said, “try to prove it” and winked...and left. Prove It As I walked through the goodwill searching in vain for the green turtleneck that would really put my Steve Bartman costume over the top, I thought back over the past few months. Having moved to a new city and started working at a job that I, at first, thought was beneath me, things were starting to look up. They say that you can get through anything if you have the right people around you and now a few months into my new career I had started to develop the friendships that made each day bearable. Having failed at getting into a law school, working for a non-profit in Salt Lake City was a far cry from my passion but I loved working with the underserved and a few of the interns I was with were pretty cool. All I had really hoped for was for at least one of the other interns not being Mormon and maybe even not married. It turns out that none of my "class" was Mormon and a few even liked to pull some late nights out on the town. Two in particular, Jeff and Tina, had proved to be great friends from the start. Jeff, being from SLC had keyed us into what he called the best Halloween party in town. Being raised in a small, rural town, I was a little hesitant to attend a dance put on by the LGBT club on campus but new places and new acquaintances are supposed to help you grow so I reluctantly agreed. Back to the shopping, I had a cubs hat, headphones, and black sweatshirt but the fucking green turtleneck was still alluding me until out of nowhere Tina shows up with exactly what I'm looking for. "Like I keep telling you Kit, you need to broaden your horizons". Her smirk and the statement confused me. "Turtlenecks and guys don't really go together, but the ladies section is full of them!" I snatched the women's clothing from her only to see that it actually looked like it would fit. Hitting up the dressing room (the men's!) I found that Tina had saved the day. A few hours later we met up at my buddy Jeff's flat. Jeff, one of those baby faced dudes that will never be able to grow a beard, was a huge fantasy geek and had decided to go as a satyr with full on fur pants, bare chest, and a horned wig. "Shirtless in October, J? Man you must be crazy. I thought Halloween was a holiday for women to dress skimpy" "Shut up Kit. What are you supposed to be anyway; an introverted lesbian? It's a gay dance, that doesn't mean you have to dress up like one!" Apparently watching playoff baseball is not a prerequisite for dungeons and dragons but I just decided to laugh it off. Tina showed up dressed in a sexy nurse costume. The costume really did accent her body well. The bombshell of a blonde could be my nurse any day with her red laced bra accenting the short white dress quite well. The pregame got going and the car-bombs and shots were plenty enough to get us in the mood to hit the club. The place was crazy. Two huge dance floors one with pop and the other house music, each with well-staffed bars offered two really different experiences. I was already hazy by the time we got there and within a half hour a round beers and white gummy bear shots had put me in the mood for dancing. Luckily the partygoers were what seemed to be a mix of 50/50 gay and straight so there were plenty of ladies to dance on. I met a girl at the bar whose name I never got but her S&M outfit including horse crop was what really attacted me to her. "You've been a bad boy, haven't you," the leather goddess shouted over the music. "Yeah I think I have". I cringed at the lame response but it was good enough as she pulled me close and gave my ass a light smack with the crop. I immediately wished I had worn some looser jeans. Her corset and booty shorts were too much and I grabbed a handful of butt and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss for a few moments and pulled away giving me a look that sent the good kind of shivers down my spine. She turned around and backed up into me as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I don't think we would have won any dancing awards but goddamn did we fit together well. It was still early in the night but I felt that this chick may be a good one to hold onto. I felt a tap on my shoulder then. I turned to see Jeff who looked anxious enough that I somewhat snapped back into the real word. "Kit, I need to talk to you" He looked pretty upset. I really wasn't in the position to have a heartfelt drunken conversation "Like right now?" "Yeah" "Ok fine, I'll meet you at the bar after this song" I said, hoping that he would find some distraction in the meantime and we could talk when I was less occupied. The song finished, I apologized to my "new mistress" and told her I would be back. She gave me a quick rap on the ass and laughed so I was hopeful that Jeff had not ruined my chances. I got up to the bar. "Dude this better be good." He grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the packed bar. I found that our destination was the bathroom and decided to relieve myself. Kill two birds with one stone. Jeff waited as I washed my hands. An anxious satyr is not something I had ever seen before and I couldn't hold back my laughter. He turned beat red as I laughed right at him. "Kit! Stop. Can you be serious for like one second?" "Ok, ok. fine. What is it?" I was starting to get a little annoyed. "God. I'm freaking out" He responded. "Jeff, it's okay man, I'm here. What's going on?" Now he was starting to freak me out. I had only known this guy for a few months and I had never seen him in such a state. "I've never told anybody this." He looked around as did I and noticed that the bathroom was actually empty. It had seemed so full just a minute ago. Noting that this was his chance Jeff blurted out, "I'm gay." "Wait, what?" I clumsily said and afterwards noting that once again I was striking out with my responses. "I'm gay". "Um since when? Didn't you just hook up with Tina like a month ago? I mean I saw you checking her boobs out like an hour ago." "Well yeah, I mean I donno . Maybe I'm bi. But what I do know is I like guys – guys with muscles and hairy chests. I like the way they smell." He continued to ramble and I could tell he was having a hard time trying to put his feelings into words. "What, then do you like me in that way?" Of course the straight guy always thinks that every gay guy wants to fuck him. "Well not exactly" He responded. "I mean don't get me wrong you're hot. You're tall, muscular, look good in skinny jeans but you're straight and you're my friend so I don't really think of you like that. You're the first person I've ever told but it's not because I have a crush on you. It's because I feel I can trust you." I felt a little relieved but the next thing that came out of my mouth would change our friendship forever. "Kiss me." "If you're gay prove it and kiss me." Jeff looked at me in shock. I could see him trying to sort through what I said. Instead of waiting I took action. I slid my hand around his lower back and put the other on the side of his neck. His open mouth met mine and it was electric. His tongue probed my mouth and found my tongue. Both of my hands were now on his back and I slowly ran them down his bare, stong back. The kiss seemed to go on forever. I finally came up for air and that's when I noticed that I was as hard as I've ever been. As I took a deep breath in my hands found his hips and pulled his crotch into mine, feeling his hardness against me. A moment later, I snapped back into reality. "Whoa. I've never done that before. Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Sorry man. I don't know what that was. Oh my god, am I gay? I'm not gay am I? I mean I've never even thought of another guy before. Fuck!" Now I was rambling and it was Jeff's turn to laugh at me. "Ha. Dude. I've never done that before either. And no I don't think a kiss makes you gay." "Jeff, I have to get out of here like right now, I think I'm gonna be sick." The alcohol along with what felt like a panic attack was making me feel real ill. "Kit? Dude breathe." "I need to go home like now." "Ok, Okay. I'll go tell Tina we're going." "Don't leave me man I'm really freaked. I'll come with you" We made for the exit, me with my head down dealing with the spins as he dragged me by the hand out of the bathroom. Outside of the bathroom, he set me against a wall and left to go find Tina. What felt like a year later, he returned with Tina. "Jeff what the hell is going on? Jesus Kit you look terrible." Acting irrationally again. I laid a sloppy kiss on Tina who was less inclined to kiss me back in my current state. "Whoa there ladies man. Jeff I think it's time he goes home." "Yeah I'm on it. You coming?" "I mean I can go... But that ER doctor who I've been trying to talk to all month is here" "I'm sorry Tina" I blurted out. "I'll be fine. You stay, don't worry about me but I need to get outta here like now." Jeff threw my arm around his shoulder and we got our momentum going. "I'm sorry man. I think it's cool you're gay. That's what I should have told you in the bathroom." "It's okay buddy. It's okay." Luckily a cab was found hastily. We got back to Jeff's apartment. I immediately kicked of my shoes and dropped my pants as I made my way to the bathroom, splashing water on my face didn't seem to help. Jeff knocked and entered to find me staring back at my reflection. He came up beside me still topless with his fur pants on. He had removed the wig and I noticed his short brown hair falling over his eyes. My gaze in the mirror drifted down to his hairless chest. His moderate-sized yet perfectly shaped pecs were a sight. His furry pants seemed to be riding a little lower now giving a glimpse of a whiff of pubic hair. He saw what I saw and grinned sheepishly, pulling his pants back up. I shook my head trying to get rid of the spins as well as these strange new erotic thoughts. I walked past him avoiding contact, embarrassed of my many reactions for the night. I fell onto the couch not knowing what tomorrow would bring.