For the first half a high school I dated a wonderful woman named Annie. She was my first love, the first person I had consensual PIV sex with, and someone who will likely have a profound impact on me for the rest of my life. This isn’t a story about Annie though. This is a story about how, through sheer willpower, I toed the line and didn’t cheat on Annie with her incredibly sexy and incredibly kinky best friend.

After dating for a year, Annie and I agreed to have an open relationship. There were some limits, most notably that we needed to get specific approval for each person we wanted to hook up with. Someone who I knew I would never get permission to hook up with was her best friend of a decade: Katherine.

To call Katherine beautiful misses the point. She is exquisite and refined, like a marble statue. My wife and I have joked several times that a nude statue of her would be considered fine art.

Katherine went to another college in the same town as Annie and I, and invited the two of us to a party her flat was throwing. The party itself was largely forgettable, but I thoroughly enjoyed meeting Katherine. I don’t recall the exact pretense, but we found one to justify leaving the flat and going on a walk together away from the eyes of the others.

Outside and under the cover of darkness, things got a lot more flirty and our conversation turned sexual.

“Annie brags about you, you know.” Katherine told me. I did know, but played coy.

“Oh yeah? Which of my many talents has she told you about?”

“She’s told me about your tongue. She’s told me that you can make her cum quicker than she can, but that you’ve learned to hold her on the verge of orgasm for several minutes as well. That the way you suck on her drives her into a frenzy.

“She’s told me about your cock. How thick it is and how good it makes her feel. How it’s long enough that you need to be careful to not hit her cervix with it –“

“Yeah,” I interject with a laugh. “It turns out that that kills the mood.”

Katherine continued “– and that her favorite thing is to watch it slide in and out of her. That you often fuck around mirrors, with her on all fours looking at herself or with two mirrors so she can watch you sliding in and out of her.

“And she’s told me about how you’re into kink and roleplay. Bondage, domination, impact, …” she trailed off.

“It depends,” I say. “For me, kink is about sex but it’s also about how I vibe with someone. There are people who I get off on beating up and people who I want to tie me up and use me. It really depends on the person, their personality, and our vibe.”

I told her it was obvious how she wanted to be treated in bed and she dared me to tell her. Seconds later, I had her pressed against a brick wall, one hand holding hers above her head the other pulling the hem of her dress to her waist and twirling her lingerie (yes she was wearing lingerie) in my fingers.

Her breath catches as I hiss what she likes in her ear. “You’re a submissive Katherine. You walk around all refined and proud and in control, with your perfect GPA and pre-med degree and 1,000 dollar dresses. What you want – no, what you need –is someone who you trust to surrender yourself to. Who will use you like a Princess in the streets and a sex doll in the sheets. You probably like being choked and you definitely like being demeaned. But a prerequisite for all of this is deep and abiding trust, as you can only truly let yourself go with someone who you know won’t take advantage of you.”

I pull her panties down to her ankles and bend down, careful to not peek under her dress. I kneel before her and inhale her wet panties deeply before standing and taking her hand. “I think you dropped something, ma’am.”