But she didn’t know him, and he was… kinky.
So once she was ready, she ran
downstairs to see Pam and Karen. Thankfully, they were home.
Karen answered the door. “Kali! Come in,
so glad you came down. We were just fixing some spaghetti, would you like
some?”
“I’m going out to eat.”
“I can tell!” Karen stood back to
examine her. “You look great. Who are you going out with?”
Kali had picked out her best jeans and a
silky shirt that draped over her breasts, exposing a tasteful amount of
cleavage. Not to mention her high heels and best lingerie—not that any guy
would see her underwear on a first date! She just liked the sexy way it made
her feel.
Kali followed Karen into the narrow kitchen,
a mirror of her own kitchen two floors above. The same mid-80’s oak cabinets
and battered Formica countertops, the same wood floor. Pam was stirring a big
pot on the stove, an apron wrapped around her curvy figure. Pam was
reserved—she was a researcher who worked at the VA Hospital in Brooklyn. Karen
was lean and spare, always moving and talking, always upbeat. She worked in a
big midtown hotel in the AV department, setting up the equipment for
conferences.
Suddenly facing them both, Kali felt embarrassed
to mention her fears. “I’m going out with Hunter Munro, the artist who won the
competition to redesign the plaza at SunTech. He’s making a giant sundial for
us.”
“Nice!” Karen said. “Is it a date-date
or a work-date?”
“It’s a date-date. Our first. So I
wanted to let someone know.”
Pam nodded over at the stove. “It’s
always a good idea. You never can tell who you’ll meet in the city.”
“Anywhere!” Karen agreed.
Kali hesitated, not quite sure how to
bring it up. “He says he’s kinky.” She looked between them. “Do you know
anything about that?”
“What? Like ropes and whips?” Karen
asked, wrinkling her nose.
“I guess.”
Karen shrugged in wonder. Pam was turned
away toward the stove, but she said, “Why do people always assume gays know
everything about freaky sex?”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Kali exclaimed. “I
didn’t mean it like that. You two are just the only people I’ve gotten to be
friends with since I came here. I don’t know anyone else to ask.”
Pam took one look at her and abandoned
the spaghetti to come to Kali, touching her arm. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just
a reflex. I know you’re not prejudiced.”
Kali nodded, wishing she hadn’t asked
them.
But Pam wouldn’t let it go. “Have you
talked to him about it?”
“A little bit. He’s done a few things
with me, and I’m just not sure about it.”
“Has he pushed you into doing something
you don’t want to do?”
“Yes. But he apologized. He said he
shouldn’t have tried anything with me while I was at work. And before I
agreed.”
“That’s not good,” Pam said flatly.
“It’s your choice what you do. You have the right to stop anything at any
time.”
“One thing I liked and the other I
didn’t.” She liked the hair pulling, but she didn’t like thinking about what he
said to her, how he had wanted to call her a “ bad girl. ” It made her
squirm.
“Have you slept with him?” Karen asked.
“No. I’m not sure he wants to have sex
with me. Not in the usual way. And I’m not sure I want to do it his way.”
“Well, you better be sure,” Pam said.
“If you let someone tie you up, you damn well better know they’re going to
untie you again. If you don’t, you can get into serious trouble.”
Karen saw that Kali was worried, and she
reached out to give her a hug. “Just stay safe, okay? You have my number, don’t
you? Why don’t you tell him you’re going to call me in a few hours? That way he
knows someone is keeping track of you.”
Kali thought that sounded like a great
idea. Though she was sure that Hunter wouldn’t hurt her. He would be stupid to
try. She could nix his contract in a second if he got out of line. But it seemed
like sound
So once she was ready, she ran
downstairs to see Pam and Karen. Thankfully, they were home.
Karen answered the door. “Kali! Come in,
so glad you came down. We were just fixing some spaghetti, would you like
some?”
“I’m going out to eat.”
“I can tell!” Karen stood back to
examine her. “You look great. Who are you going out with?”
Kali had picked out her best jeans and a
silky shirt that draped over her breasts, exposing a tasteful amount of
cleavage. Not to mention her high heels and best lingerie—not that any guy
would see her underwear on a first date! She just liked the sexy way it made
her feel.
Kali followed Karen into the narrow kitchen,
a mirror of her own kitchen two floors above. The same mid-80’s oak cabinets
and battered Formica countertops, the same wood floor. Pam was stirring a big
pot on the stove, an apron wrapped around her curvy figure. Pam was
reserved—she was a researcher who worked at the VA Hospital in Brooklyn. Karen
was lean and spare, always moving and talking, always upbeat. She worked in a
big midtown hotel in the AV department, setting up the equipment for
conferences.
Suddenly facing them both, Kali felt embarrassed
to mention her fears. “I’m going out with Hunter Munro, the artist who won the
competition to redesign the plaza at SunTech. He’s making a giant sundial for
us.”
“Nice!” Karen said. “Is it a date-date
or a work-date?”
“It’s a date-date. Our first. So I
wanted to let someone know.”
Pam nodded over at the stove. “It’s
always a good idea. You never can tell who you’ll meet in the city.”
“Anywhere!” Karen agreed.
Kali hesitated, not quite sure how to
bring it up. “He says he’s kinky.” She looked between them. “Do you know
anything about that?”
“What? Like ropes and whips?” Karen
asked, wrinkling her nose.
“I guess.”
Karen shrugged in wonder. Pam was turned
away toward the stove, but she said, “Why do people always assume gays know
everything about freaky sex?”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Kali exclaimed. “I
didn’t mean it like that. You two are just the only people I’ve gotten to be
friends with since I came here. I don’t know anyone else to ask.”
Pam took one look at her and abandoned
the spaghetti to come to Kali, touching her arm. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just
a reflex. I know you’re not prejudiced.”
Kali nodded, wishing she hadn’t asked
them.
But Pam wouldn’t let it go. “Have you
talked to him about it?”
“A little bit. He’s done a few things
with me, and I’m just not sure about it.”
“Has he pushed you into doing something
you don’t want to do?”
“Yes. But he apologized. He said he
shouldn’t have tried anything with me while I was at work. And before I
agreed.”
“That’s not good,” Pam said flatly.
“It’s your choice what you do. You have the right to stop anything at any
time.”
“One thing I liked and the other I
didn’t.” She liked the hair pulling, but she didn’t like thinking about what he
said to her, how he had wanted to call her a “ bad girl. ” It made her
squirm.
“Have you slept with him?” Karen asked.
“No. I’m not sure he wants to have sex
with me. Not in the usual way. And I’m not sure I want to do it his way.”
“Well, you better be sure,” Pam said.
“If you let someone tie you up, you damn well better know they’re going to
untie you again. If you don’t, you can get into serious trouble.”
Karen saw that Kali was worried, and she
reached out to give her a hug. “Just stay safe, okay? You have my number, don’t
you? Why don’t you tell him you’re going to call me in a few hours? That way he
knows someone is keeping track of you.”
Kali thought that sounded like a great
idea. Though she was sure that Hunter wouldn’t hurt her. He would be stupid to
try. She could nix his contract in a second if he got out of line. But it seemed
like sound
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