1 comments/ 17521 views/ 5 favorites The Red Ribbon By: tgrlily317 She was an angel. A beautiful angel with her thick, shiny black hair flying behind her as she ran onto the field. And then, just before the game started, she reached down to her ankle and removed a shiny red ribbon. She grabbed her hair, somehow taming it in her hand before tying it tightly with the ribbon. Now she was an angel on the field, with that red ribbon in her hair. Her ponytail bounced with the pumping of her legs up and down the field. The game passed in a blur. It wasn't important. Suddenly, she was there, her soft, lightly tanned skin, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling at the corners with a bright smile. Her small, pert breasts pressing oh-so-gently, and her thick, thick hair, coming down in waves over her shoulders. The light scent of cherry blossoms, and then she was gone again, leaving her red ribbon waving merrily in the wind. Allie woke abruptly, groaning as her head pounded in exhaustion. She rolled over and glanced at the clock. 4:30 a.m. Perfect. She had at least two hours before she had to get up for school, and it seemed like she was never going to get back to sleep. Deciding that it was to her advantage to take her shower early and watch the sun rise over a cup of hot tea, she shook her tangled red-blonde hair out of her face, blowing a few strands impatiently out of her green eyes and away from her slightly freckled nose. She rose and slipped on a pink fuzzy bathrobe and slippers, made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door as quietly as possible and hoped that the shower didn't wake her roommate, Garrett. She and Garrett had gone to high school together and were sharing an apartment in San Francisco while the two went to college. The apartment was pretty small, and they only had one bathroom, but they were always pleasant to each other. Plus, Garrett was gay and one of her best friends, so it was a sweet, and safe, deal. She couldn't have imagined living with some lecherous guy always trying to catch a look at her in the shower, and females without some kind of drama were hard to find. Soaping up her body, she yawned and let her hands graze her breasts thoughtfully. She was too tired to do much other than merely rinse off, and so her shower was pretty short. She microwaved a mug of water until it was hot, and then dropped in a tea bag. Quietly moving to the balcony, she plunked herself down in one of their crappy lawn chairs and waited for the sun. As it rose surrounded by a pink and orange sky, Allie finally thought back to her dream. It was the same one, or nearly so, that she'd been having off and on for months. She didn't have to think hard to figure out what it meant. She considered herself straight, but these dreams always made her think twice. Sure, her main sexual experiences had been with her best friend back in high school, but come on, that was a long time ago and it had never been like that with any other girl. Problem was, the girl in her dream was one she had known for about eight years, and had had a crush on her at one time, too. "Kanya." The name whispered out of Allie's parted lips to float away on the gentle breeze. Kanya was her same age, nineteen, and attended the same college, even though they had never had any classes together. She was, to Allie, the perfect example of femininity. A sample of her ideal woman, if she were to have such a thing. Calling up an image of Kanya in her mind, she ran her mental gaze over it. Kanya's parents had moved from Thailand to California the year she had been born, so she spoke both Thai and English. She was on the short side, around five feet tall, and slender at 105 pounds, but not skinny. Her breasts were small and firm-looking, with nipples the color of coffee with a touch of cream set off by her caramel-colored skin. Allie knew, because she and Kanya had gone to the beach tons of times together, and they changed in front of each other all the time. She also had seen Kanya's toned legs and the area between them, perfectly smooth except for a thin strip. She had been surprised at the obviously perfect texture that she'd asked, somewhat embarrassed. She remembered the way Kanya had tossed her head, giggling in embarrassment, flushing a light pink, that Allie had noticed. "I don't shave. I wax!" she had exclaimed, much to Allie's surprise. Going back to Kanya, Allie recalled her flat tummy, and then her face, the very best part. Dark brown almond-shaped eyes, turning up at the outer corners, and a thin, soft nose with a few stray freckles sprinkled across it. Allie adored freckles on Asian women; she thought they were cute and sexy. And those lips, full without being overpowering, and always so soft looking. Deeply lost in her reverie, Allie missed Garrett's hands on her shoulders until he began squeezing them lightly in massage. She groaned softly and then turned to face him. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He gave her a strange look, raising one eyebrow. "No, um, my alarm clock did. Where have you been? It's almost seven." "I...what?! Seven o'clock in the morning?" "Yeah." His mouth quirked in a near grin. "Really, what have you been thinking about so hard?" Allie blushed and mumbled before dashing off to get dressed. All that day, Allie couldn't get her head out of her dreams and into her studies. She could almost smell the sweet herbal scent of Kanya's shampoo, which she wore like a perfume, giving her an exotic air. Cherry blossoms, Allie remembered. And that red ribbon. Tying back her thick, shiny black hair, that red ribbon. Allie couldn't think of a time when Kanya had ever worn her hair in a ribbon, much less a red one. Garrett walked into their living room at six that evening to find Allie sitting cross-legged on the couch, her book and the television both long forgotten. Her eyes had glazed over and she was licking her lips absently. He dropped down beside her and shook her gently. "Look, Allie, whatever it is that you've been thinking about so hard, you've got to talk about it. It's really been messing you up." He could see her hesitate. "Come on, how hard could it be? Tell me who it is." "How...? Eh, well, I guess you won't mind, will you?" she said sarcastically. "Ooh, is it a girl?" He grinned at her. She only shrugged. "It's Kanya, isn't it?" When she flinched violently, he laughed softly. "Listen, the last time she was over here, I could practically see you vibrating. I think you even drooled." He nudged her when she glared. "I did no such thing!" "Oh yes. You're very dignified." He winked at her. "Well it's a good thing it isn't her, then, because I invited her over here tonight for a study session, and I forgot I have a date. Too late to call her, though, so I'm glad you can handle being alone with her." "Jerk," she muttered, as he walked away laughing. Twenty minutes later, Garrett had left, and ten minutes after that, there was a knock at the door. Allie answered and saw Kanya on the porch, looking fresh as a daisy in tiny white shorts and a white halter-top. The cherry blossom scent wafted off of her. But when Allie glanced at the beautiful hair that gave off the scent, she burst into tears. Blinking widely in surprise Kanya ushered them both in and steered Allie to the couch, where they both sat, Kanya awkwardly draping an arm around Allie. "Um, well, good evening to you, too. What's the matter, Allie?" "Your...your hair!" she managed to sniffle out, choking back another sob. The beautiful long dark hair she had been dreaming about had been all chopped off into a bob cut that Allie probably would otherwise have found cute and sexy. Smothering a smile, Kanya wrapped her other arm around Allie and made soothing sounds instead. She'd had no idea that Allie had liked her hair this much. In fact, it was a little strange. "Come on, Allie-Cat, it isn't that bad," she soothed, using her nickname for her friend. "I didn't know you liked it so much. I mean, I think it's cute, but hey, it'll always grow back." Finally hearing the words, Allie lifted her tear-streaked face to shoot a look of horrified mortification at Kanya. She made to rise and dash off to her room, but Kanya caught her arm and pulled her back. "Hey," she said, her brow furrowed. "You can't just collapse in tears and then run off. What's going on?" "It's nothing, just this stupid dream I've been having." "About me?" Kanya's eyes widened in surprise as she felt, strangely, flattered. "Yeah, about your hair, and about this red hair ribbon. It's stupid." "It's not stupid. Dreams are never stupid. Tell me, how did you feel, seeing me with a red ribbon in my hair?" "Hah. You sound like a therapist now. I'm not that crazy," Allie managed weakly. She gave a look to Kanya that was inscrutable, but Kanya smiled anyway. She smoothed a hand over Allie's hair and smiled back at her, softly. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against Allie's. "Sure you are." She rose, with Allie still blinking blankly behind her, and pulled the other girl up by her elbow. "You're crazy for not telling me sooner, girlfriend. You know I have a crush on you, right? I've told you only a million times how beautiful you are, and what I said last year, at the beach, about doing you if you'd let me, well, I know you thought I was drunk, but..." She was silenced by Allie's mouth crushing down on hers, and made a soft sound when Allie's tongue penetrated her mouth, swirling around. The girls looked at each other for a long moment, and then Kanya went to lock the front door. She turned off the porch light and then made her way down the hallway to Allie's room. When Allie had followed her and shut the door behind them, Kanya slowly stripped off her halter to reveal her small, pert breasts. Allie swallowed hard, and then followed suit, exposing her larger, softer breasts to Kanya's gaze. Kanya shimmied out of her shorts, tossing them carelessly over a chair, exposing her shaved pussy to Allie's hungry gaze. The little strip led Allie exactly to where she wanted her eyes to go, and her tongue to follow. Allie couldn't remember how she ended up naked and kneeling over Kanya's nude body on her white bedspread, but she did remember how delicious Kanya looked beneath her. She ran her hands up Kanya's sides, making her shiver, and cupped her breasts, flicking her thumbs over her nipples. When they were stiff, she pinched them gently, making Kanya cry out. She closed her mouth over one nipple, rolling the other between her fingertips. Kanya moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. Allie worked on one, and then the other, while Kanya's moaning grew louder. When Allie pushed her breasts together, pulling on her nipples while flicking her tongue over them together, Kanya's hips began pushing up from the bed insistently. "Oh... oh yes, Allie. Yes, suck on them. Godddd, it feels so good." When Allie pushed in so that her nipples were nearly touching and then bit down, a little harder than she had intended to, Kanya squealed and bucked her hips rapidly. As she was moaning incoherently, Allie quirked an eyebrow and realized that she had made Kanya orgasm, without even touching her pussy. The very thought made her wet. Releasing Kanya's breasts, she scooted down the bed and then pushed Kanya's legs open wide, so that she could get between them. She admired Kanya's pussy, and stroked down the perfectly smooth lips with her fingers, feeling Kanya twitch. Allie slipped her finger into Kanya, gently, amazed at how easily it slid in, and how wet Kanya was. She finger-fucked her slowly, and then smiled, remembering something. She split Kanya's pussy open at the top, slid some of her wetness up to her clit, and then pressed her palm down lightly on top of it. She continued sliding her finger in and out of Kanya, soon adding a second finger. She brought her mouth up to Kanya's ear, sucking on the earlobe and sliding her tongue around it. She brought her mouth back to Kanya's and kissed her hard, swallowing Kanya's breathless moans. Within minutes, she felt Kanya's pussy contracting around her fingers and smiled against Kanya's lips. Withdrawing her fingers from Kanya, she sucked on them slowly. Kanya pushed herself to her knees, wobbling a little, and leaned forward to kiss Allie's neck, nibbling a line down to her breasts. She weighed Allie's breasts in her hand, feeling their deliciously soft skin. Sucking on a nipple brought a soft sigh, and biting it gently, a gasp. She pushed Allie back, spread her legs, and nuzzled the smooth area right above her pussy. Allie's wetness leaked out of her onto her bedspread and Kanya leaned down, licking it up and flicking her tongue gently on Allie's inner thighs. She settled down further, and drew her tongue up the right side of Allie's pussy, and down the other side, making wide circles. Allie squirmed and moaned in protest. After a moment, Kanya relented and sucked gently on Allie's clit before moving down to tongue her hole. Her tongue darted in and out of Allie, while her fingers danced rapidly on Allie's sensitive clit. Allie clutched the sheets about her head and moaned loudly in response. Kanya felt Allie's muscles tensing and straining in her thighs, keeping her legs spread open, and her pussy pushed up against Kanya. As her fingers stroked over her clit more solidly, Kanya saw a tear escape Allie's eye at the intensity of the pleasure. Allie felt as if a fire were building in her pelvis, threatening to engulf her and leave behind a pile of burning embers. Allie closed her eyes tightly and saw the burst of color against her eyelids as Kanya wiggled her tongue in as far as it would go and vibrated her clit rapidly. Kanya felt the contractions and the shuddering all over Allie's body as she exploded in a powerful orgasm. She had lost the power to make noise, simply straining her body almost to the breaking point. After a long moment, her hips dropped back to the bed, and Allie felt twinges in her thigh muscles, promising pain the following day. Kanya lay her head on Allie's left thigh and watched her pensively. "So, you'd like me to grow my hair back out, Allie?" Somewhat sheepishly, Allie bent over and retrieved something from her bedside table drawer. It was a thick, silky red ribbon. She smiled, the corners of her mouth twitching, and then burst into laughter. The Red Ribbon You get an unusual letter in the mail... it is addressed to you but has no return address... no name... no postage... you think to yourself someone has put this in my mailbox... should you open this strange letter?... you lay it on the kitchen table... you start making breakfast... eggs... bacon... and some toast.... but your eye keeps going back to the white envelope as if it should be doing something other than lying there... you finish preparing your breakfast... and as you begin to sit down, you knock the envelope on the floor... you think to yourself, as you notice the back is sealed with a stamp... you pick it up and examine it closely... it has a wax seal... like the ones you have seen in the movies... the impression on the seal has two female symbols... you know this means someone knows you are a lesbian... someone knows this and has sent you something that contains gay information... this intrigues you more... you are dying to open it... so you break the seal... you hear the wax pop as it cracks under the pressure of your fingers... you reach inside and pull out the letter... the paper is a creamy blue, soft, and has a scent of a fragrance which makes you inhale deeply. You open the letter and begin to read. "I have watched you over the last year and a half, and I have been trying to come up with enough courage to talk to you. I think you have such a beautiful body, and I would like to get to know you better. I know you would like to keep the fact that you are a lesbian a secret, so I have devised this clever little plan to allow us to meet and also to keep things secret, but this is possible only if you want to play in which you follow my commands to the exact specifications. If you accept this and want to have the most adventurous night of you life, then here is step one. Place a red ribbon on the front door knob. This will show me you want to play and accept my rules. If there is no ribbon on the door knob by tonight, I will not tell your secret and this will never have happened." You notice you are biting you lip as you re-read these words "the most adventurous night of your life. Cocky woman you think. How does she know you are not adventurous? What makes her the expert on you, someone she has never met before? Should you agree to follow her commands, or should you keep to yourself as you have done since moving to this small town years ago? You think about all the events that have happened in your life and decide ,"What the hell? If this doesn't work, then maybe you will have met someone who is a lesbian. If it works, maybe you will have the most adventurous night of your life. You run around through the house to find a red ribbon, and finally in the mountain of Christmas wrapping paper and early gifts you bought you find some ribbon way up in the top of your closet. Who would have ever thought that this was something you would need to use to have an adventure? You open the front door and feel the cool breeze of the wind. You inhale and notice that the fragrance from the letter is remains in your head. You shake off these thoughts until it becomes more apparent what is in store for you with this stranger. You tie the ribbon on the door knob and take a glance around, trying to see who might be watching. Nobody around. You turn and go back into the house. You decide to clean up the dishes from our morning breakfast. You get the water hot and add some soap and then begin to collect all the dishes and pans you used. As time drifts by, you begin to listen to every sound around you, and then you hear the door bell. You jump a little and almost drop the glass in your soapy hands, but you regain your thoughts and dry off your hands on a nearby towel. You walk to the door wondering who it could be. The mailman has already been by, so maybe it is some lost traveler in desperate need of directions. However, when you open the door, you notice nobody is there. You look around, thinking maybe someone walked off but you see no one. You step out to see if someone is hiding, but you see nothing or nobody. As you turn to go back inside to finish the dishes, you notice a small package leaning against the wall right by your door. You bend over and pick it up. It is a little heavy and has the same writing as on the letter, but there is no return address and no postage. This peeks your curiosity, so you rush inside and open it. Inside the box are directions and a beautiful robe under which is another note. The robe is so soft and comfortable. It molds to your body and covers you up, feeling as if a lover is holding you sweetly. You pick up the note and begin to read. "I want you to get into your car, wear only the robe with nothing on underneath. Inside the robe in the left pocket is a key that will unlock the door at your destination. You have thirty minutes to get there." Your mind is racing as you feel in the pocket and touch the cold metal of the key. You gulp and hear the words echo in your head. Wear nothing but the robe? Meet a stranger? What? Is this a joke? Thirty minutes to leave and get to the place identified in the note? What about your makeup? What about your hair? What should you wear? However, you remember you are to wear only the robe. You hurry upstairs and take a quick shower. You then put on make-up and do the best with your hair as you can. You walk out the door, and you now have twenty-nine minutes. You follow the directions. Turn left at the second red light, then turn right at the stop sign, and continue until you see the motel on the right hand side of the road. The room is 115. You park the car, looking around to make sure nobody sees you in the robe because even though the robe covers everything, you still feel naked. You walk to the door of room 115, and you put in the key, praying that it doesn't work. You inhale and turn the key. It unlocks. You exhale and begin to shake little. You were nervous before, but now you are just scared. What is going to happen? Who is this person who has been watching you and knows you and what you like? Slowly you push open the door and see that the room is dark, but you see shadows of furniture. You see a king size bed and notice there is something on the bed. Squinting, you try to figure out what is on the bed. You take a step forward and feel something cold and soft under your foot. It startles you and you jump. When you look down, you see rose petals that leave a trail to the bed. Two roses are lying on the bed, and you find yourself smiling and looking around for the creator of the adventure. You hear a soft voice. "Shut the door and come in." You do what you are told. "Lock the door behind you." Again you follow the directions, feeling yourself getting excited with this soft, sexy voice. You try to picture what she looks like. "Lie on the bed, close your eyes, and lie on your back in the middle of the bed." You take the two roses and put them on the night stand next to the bed. You take a deep breath and lie down, trying toy relax a tiny bit, and then close your eyes, waiting for what is to come. You feel the soft touch from someone's hands sliding up your legs, moving the robe to expose your thoughts. You gasp at the touch of the hands so soft and warm, and you wonder who is it? Have you met her before? You wonder if you should peek at this stranger as the hands move to your arms. "Put your hands above your head." You comply and feel those soft hands moving up your hand now to your wrist. It is then you feel something cold and hard like metal. You hear the clasp of the handcuffs around the bed posts. You feel the tightness of them around your wrist. You begin to breathe faster almost in a panic. You have never been tied up before. You are totally at the will of this stranger whoever she is. "Relax. If at any time you want me to stop, just say lemon pie. I won't hurt you. That I promise you." You suddenly feel at ease. She could be lying, but somehow you don't feel as if she is. You feel her straddle you, and you feel she is totally naked. Even through the thickness of the robe you feel the warmth of her body next to yours. You bite your lip and try not to squirm as you feel her place a blindfold over your eyes. Now you might never know who this stranger is. You feel her hands at your side. You feel her undo the tie of your robe, and the cool air caresses your hot skin. You shiver from the chill. She slides her hands up and down your body, caressing your soft skin. You can tell she has long fingers, and you feel how soft they are; You also feel her little fingernails as she moves them over your flesh, and with each caress she moves lower and lower down your body. You shift your legs, wanting her already. In your sexual excitement you swallow hard because you have never been so turned on before in your life. Your breathing increases, and you are trying to not moan. Not yet. You don't want her to think you are too easy. Her fingers slither down your inner thighs and up crawl towards your hot pussy. Now you moan. Now you think, "Don't stop! Take me now!" You inhale deeply as you feel her hot breath kissing your belly. Her wet ,warm tongue slithers in circles on your flesh, dancing upon it and moving down, down, down,down to exactly the place you want her tongue. You want to feel it between your splayed legs. You hold your breath, waiting to feel her tongue on your sensitive clit. You wait with anticipation until you feel it moving in tiny circles with the tip of her tongue. Your body moves to allow her better access to your pussy. You raise your hips to her tongue. Your mind is racing almost as fast as your heart as you breath deeply and let it out through your mouth. Her tongue feels so good. You try to move your arms, but they are handcuffed to the bed. You feel more turned on now knowing you can't touch her. A moan escapes from your lips as her mouth is on your clit, sucking on it, flicking it with her tongue, and with her sucking and flicking on your aroused clot, she inserts one of her fingers and enters your vagina. First the one, then two fingers until she has three of her fingers inside your full pussy. Your moans become louder as this feeling of being so open and vulnerable is new to you.. Her fingers move in unison with her tongue, finding your g-spot with her fingers. She strokes it until you tighten your vaginal sheath around her fingers. Your breathing increases, and you feel as if you are going to explode. Louder and louder you moan, and as your moans get louder, her fingers go deeper, exploring every inch that you have to offer Her tongue tastes your juices, causing your legs to shake and tremble. You try to reach down to grab her hair, but again you feel the restraint of the cuffs still holding your arms in place. You try to look around, but the blindfold stays in place. When she feels you are so close to your orgasm, she puts her tongue inside you, tasting you as you cum and drinking all of your love juice. Your moans become softer, and your body begins to tremble. You feel spent but relaxed. You feel a natural high an adrenalin rush.. You close your eyes, wondering who this mysterious lover is. Where did she come from? How does she know exactly what you want? What you need? You regain your breath and begin to try and work your hands out of the tight bracelets. It is then she speaks. "You taste fucking amazing," she whispers. Her mouth is right next to your ear. You tremble a bit since it took you by surprise. You feel her hot breath on your ear. You smell yourself on her lips. You then sense her face getting closer to yours. You turn your head to face her direction and feel the softness of her full lips Your tongue glides over her lips, tasting yourself on them and feeling how wet she made you. Her tongue darts into your mouth, and you begin sucking on it, stroking it with your tongue. She moans a quiet moan, and then she begins to pull away slowly. You lick your lips wanting more, wanting to taste her, to have her moan for you. You smile and hear her speak again. "Dd you enjoy yourself?" she asks you, and you nod your head 'yes.' You ask, "Will you take off the blindfold and remove my cuffs from me? I want to touch you." She laughs and says, "I'll undo the handcuffs, and I want you to count to ten, and then take off the blindfold. Will you follow these directions?" "Yes," you say quietly as you feel her hands on the handcuffs, hear the key turn, and feel the pressure come off your wrists. Your hands begin to throb as the blood flows back into them now they have no constriction and you can bring your arms down. You rub your wrists and try to remain still as your lover had instructed. You say out loud, "One.. two.. three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine...... ten." You sit up and remove the blindfold. Your eyes dart from right to left as you try to see the person who gave you such an adventure, but there is nobody in the room. There is only a simple note lying beside you on the bed. You unfold it and read, "I know you wanted to touch me and know who I was, but just think, now we can make this last longer. One day when you get home from work, you will find a red ribbon tied to your doorknob. It will be a way for me to let you know I am in this motel room wearing nothing but a robe and handcuffed to the bed. I wish you well on your journey back home. Thank you for an excellent adventure." You smile, leave the room, get into your car, and head for home. To Be Continued... The Red Ribbon here was a red ribbon tied around the hairbrush. Later that morning, I called my roommate Melissa at work. It was a brief conversation – two words after the usual hellos – and both of them were mine: "Ten-thirty." Hanging up, I thought about my roommate, our arrangement and the hairbrush in my hand. I didn't return it to the bathroom, but rather removed the ribbon, and took the stout, oak brush and placed it on the coffee table. I placed the red ribbon in a manila envelop, addressed it to Melissa at work and left our apartment to run a couple of errands. The first was to the design firm where she worked where I left the envelop with the receptionist with instructions that it be delivered to Melissa. The next was to a small shop on Polk Street where I made a special, albeit small, purchase. Nothing but the best – or worst, depending upon how you looked at it – for Melissa. With the exception of another call to Melissa's office, the rest of the afternoon was spent on work and other mundane pursuits. In the evening, I went to a friend's place for dinner, in part because I wanted to avoid Melissa. I got back to the house we rented around ten. Melissa was there, the red ribbon in her hair. She saw me and went into her room without a word. At ten-thirty she came out and stood in front of me. I looked her up and down. She was having a hard time meeting my eyes. Whatever this was, it had upset her. "Well?" I asked. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts. She was wearing a black Ramones tee shirt, Levis, a pair of old Nike running shoes and the red ribbon. She still wouldn't meet my eyes. I looked down at the hairbrush on the table and back up at the ribbon in her hair. "I'm waiting Melissa...there's something you wanted to talk about." I nodded to the streak of red in her hair, "That ribbon came out of the drawer and was tied on the hairbrush – it's an action you can't undo now." A whisper, "I know." Still she could 't meet my eyes. "And I see you wore the ribbon in your hair all day. How did that make you feel?" Her face was blank. Like mask on a character out of a Japanese Noh drama, worn by a master, it's emptiness spoke volumes. It spoke of shame, of fear, of guilt, of an unresolved battle taking place within her. Still whispering. "I'm nervous." "As well you should be Melissa, but I asked you not how you're feeling now, where nerves and butterflies in your stomach are what I'd expect, but how you felt today. When you opened that package and saw the ribbon you had tied around the hairbrush. When you saw the 'request' that you'd left me this morning coming back to you at work. That's what I want to know about." She finally looked me in the eye. Her hands dropped from her breasts. Her voice was strong and clear. "I felt ashamed. Like I was the little girl on the playground and everybody knew what I had done and what was going to happen to me when I got home. I opened the envelope and went to the bathroom then went into a stall and sat by myself for a good ten minutes and put it on. My hands were shaking. When I came out, all I could see in the mirror was how red it was. I thought everyone was staring." She was crying. "What did you do Melissa?" She wiped away the tear. "I fucked Rebecca's boyfriend." It was a strange mixture of pride and guilt and shame. I let it live for a moment and looked her up and down – her subtle breasts, her waist, her hips – and contemplated what I'd do next. She wasn't joking this time and this wasn't play. It wasn't 'I forgot to take out the recycling' or 'I used a fake parking ticket to park at an expired meter.' "Take off all of your clothes – everything: shirt, pants, bra panties, socks...leave the ribbon in your hair." She did so slowly and methodically, folding each item as it came off. When she was naked she stood before me. I let the moment last (and will admit was enjoying the sight of her – she looked good in a ribbon). "Look at me. Now open yourself to me. Go on...reach down, with both hands, and spread it open – I want to see – in all of it's glorious detail – where your best friend's boyfriend stuck his cock." In her eyes, the pride was gone. I indicated her pussy. "Open – I want to see where he fucked you." Slowly she reached down and peeled open her lips, exposing the pink within. Far from erotic, far from the beautiful thing it usually is, this was obscene. I felt shame, whether from her or myself, I don't know. "Was it worth it?" "No." "I should leave you like that the rest of the night. But I don't think that will get you to the place you need to go. I want you to be OK." Her response was so low I could barely hear it. "I know." I patted my lap. "OK, over." "Can I..." her hands moved slightly on her pussy. "Yes, I've seen enough." She settled over my lap and I started with my bare hand. I started harder than I might otherwise. This was not a warm-up. The slaps came about a second and a half apart. The room was silent – a confessional – except for the sound of flesh on flesh an occasional moan or grunt from Melissa. After about ten minutes her ass was a nice rosy hue, my hand was sore and I ordered her up. "Why did you do it?" "Just horny I guess...and we were drunk....at a party." "Did he suck your breasts?" "Yes." I stood and grabbed both nipples and squeezed. Hard. A sharp intake of breath. I don't know if it was from the pain or because I'd never touched her there. Never touched her in such a sexual way. Or maybe it was some combination of both. In truth it surprised me and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her deeply and make love to her right then and there. "Lucky boy," was all I said as I sat down and picked up the hairbrush, "OVER, NOW!" At the store on Polk Street (Good Vibrations, visit it if you're ever in San Francisco) I had bought a very small vibrator. It slipped on the middle finger of my left hand like a ring and with the flick of a switch, it started buzzing. If 007's Q ever came up with a vibrator, this would be it. Ingenious. So small. So ergonomic. So perfect. With my right hand, I brought the hairbrush down hard on Melissa's ass. My left arm rested upon her lower back, and I reached down, past the cleft of her now burning ass and rubbed the buzzing little finger of joy against her pussy. It was amazing to watch and one day I will ask my roommate to describe the feelings she had. The pain. The pleasure. The painpleasurepainpainpleasure. She let out a cry. And I spanked and rubbed her again. She was wet. "I want you to think of him fucking you. Of Rebecca's boyfriend fuck- SLAP -ing you." Rub, rub, rub. "OHHH GOD....! OWWWWW!! I'm sorry!!!" "Picture his cock going in - SPLAT!! "...and out..." SPLAT! Rub, rub, rub. "in and...." SPLAT!! Rub, rub, rub. ...out. Of Rebecca finding out." She thrust her sex backwards to meet the vibrator on my finger. "Not now, Melissa." SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Her ass was a screaming red. I rubbed the vibrating finger over her now engourged womanhood and she whimpered, pushing her pussy back only to be met with another slap from the hairbrush. "You fucked him good, didn't you?" SLAP! Bzzzzzz. SLAP! SPLAT!! Bzzzzz...bzzzz... Panting and cries. "You enjoyed it didn't you?" SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! (all in one spot) "YES!!!" It was as a scream and release all in one, and it was punctuated by: SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!!! (again, all in one spot on the other cheek). I stopped spanking, stopped rubbing the vibrator over her. "Stand up." With effort she got to her feet. She fought to keep from reaching back and rubbing her flaming ass. Her pussy lips were opening and closing of their own accord, reaching out for my buzzing finger. I touched her and she moaned. "I want this to be something you remember Melissa." She was panting from the pain, from the need. "Yes. Me too, remember it....long time....Sorry...I'm sorry...sorry, sorry, sorry....I'm so sorry Rebecca...." Melissa wasn't even in the room with me. She was someplace else. The place she needed to be. I handed her the phone. "Dial your work number." "But..." "No buts....this will go to the main voicemail. I doubt anyone will ever know who it is. Dial. You're going to remember this tomorrow. You'll remember it every time you see Rebecca answering phones at the front desk. Dial now, Melissa. With shaking fingers she punched in the number and gave me the phone. Setting it on the couch next to me, I silently pointed my lap with the hairbrush. She climbed on over and when I heard the BEEP I began spanking. Spanking hard and rubbing her engorged slit with the vibrating finger. It didn't take her long to climax. A screaming, moaning, repenting, crying, absolving, monster of a climax, drowning out the sound of the hairbrush repeatedly visiting her ass. Afterwards, I removed the red ribbon from her hair, carried her into bed, tucked her in and put the ribbon back in the drawer in the bathroom. End The Red Ribbon My eyes snap open, feeling your long fingers wrapping around my throat. I cough slightly, as the air leaves my lungs. I can make out the line of your face, the moonlight bouncing off your nose and glinting in your dark eyes. There is a hardness in them that drives me wild. My heart is screaming for air. I feel you lighten your grip as you flip me onto my stomach. I groan, inhaling deeply before you push my face into the pillow. It's like being underwater, in a smothering silence. I feel you ripping my nightgown off, the material clinging to my sweat covered body. I fight to raise my head and breathe, loving the adrenaline rush. I feel your nails raking against my back, down, into the arch at the bottom. They stop as you raise your hand, bringing it down hard against my ass cheek. I flinch, trying to kick my legs up against you. I can feel my muscles straining to reach you, to kick you. I am searching blindly for you, to connect to anything. With a sickening whack, my foot hits. I push you off me and twist over, looking for you. You are back on the bed, your hand covering your nose. I see drops of blood on the sheet, dark dimes on the whiteness. I gulp in air, my heart racing. I can feel my pussy twitching as I see you glaring at me. My eyes widen as you rush at me like a bull, pushing me back, pressing my wrists into the mattress. I scream as I fall, your body hovering over me, your shoulders wide and intimidating. Turning my head, I lock my teeth onto your hand, biting into the fleshiness near your thumb. You move your knee to hold my wrist as you clutch my face in your hand, squeezing my mouth into a stubborn, forced pout. "Do it again and you will get hurt," you whisper, your voice sending electricity all over my body. I arch my hips up, pushing against your body, wanting you in me. I can feel your dick, hard and pressed up again my thigh. You reach for my ankles and pull them up over my head, one at a time. You grab my breasts, massaging them roughly, pinching my nipples hard. My eyes flutter closed as the pain mixes with pleasure. I feel your fingers pulling my mouth open, sliding in and out. You hook them over my teeth, opening my mouth wider. I rub my tongue over them, teasing them like I want to tease your dick. I feel my jaws aching as you rake your fingers out, popping over my lower lip. As you thrust into me hard and deep, I groan from deep in the back of my throat. My body is open and exposed to you, allowing you to do anything. You reach over to the bedside table and pull out a long red ribbon. You pull out of me and grab my throat in one hand, pulling me to my knees. I quickly follow your hand, my hair brushing against my back. My mouth hangs open as I breathe quickly. My heart is racing, my breasts rising and falling quickly. You smirk at me, lowering your hand from my neck. You pop the ribbon in front of my face, raising it over my head and around my neck. I lean my head to the side as you start twisting it around your hand, twisting until it pinches my neck slightly. I whimper, my lips pushing out in a pretty little pout that I know you love. I stare at you. You bite your lower lip, twisting it once more, even though you know it is already tight. I gasp, letting one word slip out. "Please." You tug at the ribbon sharply, making my head jerk, following your hand. Still clenching the ribbon, you pull me up from the bed. I know that tomorrow, there will be bruises around my neck. You slip off the bed and stand up next to it, leading me to you like an animal on a leash. I feel you pull the ribbon down, a tug towards the floor. I kneel slowly, the redness so tight, I am seeing specks of lights when I close my eyes. I feel the floor meet my knees. "You know what to do, don't you," you ask, tugging the ribbon. I nod stiffly. "Good, because if you fuck up, the ribbon will just get tighter until you pass out," you say, turning your hand a little to prove it. I moan, my mouth opening. I feel your other hand cup the back of my head as you ram your hard dick in. I feel it hit the back of my throat, as your hand forces it all the way in. I hear you laugh slightly as your hand moves forward to my face. I start to feel panic rising in me as I breathe quickly out of my nose. As your pinch my nostrils closed, you slide your dick in and out slowly. My eyes are open wide, tears running down my face as I fight to breathe. I raise my hands, clawing at the ribbon on my neck. You loosen a little, allowing me half a breath, not nearly enough to quiet the burning in my lungs. You moan loudly, letting my nose go. I close my eyes, trying to relax as I catch my breath. I feel the ribbon tighten. I know I need to work harder for you. I start moving my tongue up and down your hard dick, teasing the head, flicking my tongue quickly against the slit. I feel your body tensing up. Your thighs shake slightly as I rake my teeth gently against them. I feel you pull the ribbon hard, pulling me back. Darkness chases in my eyes. I fight it off, feeling my body slumping slightly. "Don't do that again," you say, pulling me back to my knees. I nod, wiping my lips. My lips feel bruised and tender. I open my mouth and start working again, loving how it feels when you pull the ribbon, following my rhythm. I know you are getting close because the ribbon gets tighter as your body tenses up even more. I move my mouth back and forth, almost in a frantic motion. I see the brightness in my eyes as you get closer to coming. The ribbon is so tight now, I can barely swallow. Everything around me starts getting fuzzy as I bob in and out of consciousness. Things start changing colors, darkness becomes light and vice versa. I feel you pull out of my mouth and I force my eyes open. You let the ribbon go as your grab my jaw, holding it tight in your hand as you jerk off with the other. "Keep your eyes open," you moan, grunting in between words. I open my eyes, watching your hand. My mouth starts opening, my tongue darting out as I see you starting to come. "Mmm, you want that, don't you baby," you ask, moving your hand faster. I moan, my eyes locking with yours. You squeeze my mouth more, moving your hips closer to my face. I run my hands to your hips, tracing the slight indent jutting out. You let out a loud, long grunt as come starts spurting out of your dick. It hits my lips and chin. I move my tongue out to catch it, to taste the saltiness of it. "Baby, take it," you moan, jerking slightly, feeling your body relaxing. I whimper, running my fingers over my lips, smearing the come across them. You let out a tired sigh, breathing slower. I close my eyes, sighing. I feel your fingers pulling the ribbon from around my neck slowly. You cup my head almost in a loving way, until you push my head over, knocking me off balance. I fall over to the floor and sit there, a soft smile on my face as you crawl into bed. The Red Ribbon She looked to the window, sorrow creasing her brow as the rain continued to banter it's never ending drumbeat upon the glass, so close, her cheek pressed to the chilled panes as she waited, wanting, looking, ever desperate for a sign. It was no ordinary day, none by far as any would have of their own standard. No... He would come to her this day... A scarlet red ribbon tied about her slender throat, so silken, stark against bare flesh, the ends curling just below her full breasts, leaving a crimson swath to decorate her milky flesh. The bow was small, delicate, as if tied by a child's hands. Yet, was she not a child in many ways? The ribbon sat snug just below the small strip of metal about her neck, words engraved upon its surface, boldly, proudly, this was worn of her own choice. She had given herself to him. And he would come to take her... Sounds drifted through the house, argument, a fist slamming the oak table, her Mother's curses to her father of why. Why had their child been selected? Why where they coming for her little girl? Why had her father bartered with them using the innocent flesh of a mere girl, somewhere between a woman and a child in innocence? The ribbon was a gift, his gift, and she could not help but love him for this simplicity in act. She loved him, wholly and without regard, without thought in her precious mind of why. Only that his form, the memory of him so large, masculine, clad in the dark robes of his choosing that were pressed against her own not two days past as he slipped the metal about her neck. The metal she had asked for... So cold the was the rain, chilling the glass, chilling her very being as she waited, the rain drowning out the sounds of the house about her. Waiting for him. Remembering that first meeting. Innocence knows nothing of the troubles in the world, innocence filled of laughter, playing, swimming in the pond not far from the main road. Sunning of supple flesh, drying, self-realization of need, her fingers dancing over flesh in discovery. A shadow looming, it was him above her... His smile that turned like the edge of a sharp knife, bringing fear, yet... something else to burn within her. He kneeled, his hand resting between her breasts, holding her still. A kiss, his body smelling of leather and musk, of the horseflesh he rode. That single kiss to alight what she knew to be true... Need. She slipped up to her knees before him, her head tilting to press hot lips against his inner thigh as he stood. Fingers through her hair, and he was gone, leaving only the red ribbon tied delicately through her hair. She saw him again, that same day coming from her home. Her father running out to scold her for being late, or so she thought, when instead, he was telling her to run. Smoke... The barn burning, men gathered about it laughing, the scream of horses... But him, he was there. He came to her once more and the band of silver about her neck locked tight. He would return for his payment, a debt owed by her father. She knew not his name, nor what he was, only he a man, so strong, so bold to bring fear within her, exhilaration, and love. To be owned by him. The ribbon adorned in her hair pulled, tied delicately about her neck, as if she were a gift to be had, carefully unwrapped for his eyes, his pleasure. Only now. the coldness outside, the steaming smoke from the barn. She waited for him, longed for him. his voice unheard to her. His touch, so memorable... A dark figure rides from the road, water splashing under hooves before halting at the door. A shout... Dismounting before heavy foot falls crash upon the stairs, screams of the women frightened. Her door opened. Warmth, pulled away from the cold glass and the rain. He was there. He had come for her. His voice then, rough, ragged, yet smooth as silk in baritone. His voice softly whispering her name as if it were a caress upon her body. Whispering her place as he pulled her bare body to him, whispering the truth of her love as the world became black, darkness, past forgotten, future ignored. Only now, only to feel him against her, holding her, the leather, the musk, the horseflesh... He had come to take her, to make her whole.