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       Timing Is Everything  
          By J.V. Altharas  
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          Tasha was looking forward to an erotic weekend as she stepped out of the  shower.  Her new roommate, Katrina, had just left to go out of town with  her current fling.  Tasha’s newish boyfriend Marcus had the weekend off  work, and had promised she wouldn’t be fully dressed before Monday.  On  their first date he had clearly warned her that he was quite kinky, and at the  time she had thought it was amazingly forward of him.  In the six weeks  since, she had been having fun finding out why he felt the need to give such a  warning. 
                   
            Thus far Marcus had repeatedly tied her up and teased her with a lot of  creativity, and Tasha was having fun being told what to do.  A few years  earlier in college she’d had a fling with a kinky guy, and actually a kinky  girl as well, but the chemistry hadn’t been there with either of them.   Marcus had kept his word to take things slowly, and so far she was having the  best sex of her life.  This weekend Tasha had him all to herself, without  Katrina around to hear anything, and she wanted to see what it would be like to  have him speed up a little. 
             
             Tasha hated the irony of the timing.   She hadn’t wanted to take on a roommate at all, but her car payment was killing  her.   Katrina was fun and a good person to share a roof with, but  Tasha finally had a man that made her want to scream during sex and she hated  having to stay quiet in her own apartment.  She also had to worry about  having a constantly-horny man and a hot roommate.  Marcus seemed like a  stand-up guy, but there’s no way to stop worrying about something like that  entirely. 
             
            Quickly doing her hair and makeup, Tasha put on a lacy white bodice and  thong that she had bought for this weekend.  She liked the way it  contrasted her dark hair and tanned skin, and it made her breasts look a cup  size larger.  Tasha checked the clock, seeing that she had about twenty  minutes before Marcus arrived.  She had asked him to show up exactly at  eight, telling him that the door would be unlocked. 
             
            After taking out the two pairs of handcuffs she’d bought online, Tasha put  the keys on a silver chain and hung them around her neck.  She lit a few  candles, then checked her makeup before climbing onto the bed.  Marcus had  been vocal about liking women who knew how to ask for what they wanted, and she  thought to herself, here goes nothing. 
             
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          Getting on her knees with her butt in the air, Tasha cuffed her wrists...   | 
         
       
       
      
        
          Getting on her knees with her butt in the air, Tasha cuffed both her wrists  to the posts on her footboard.  Once she laid her face down on the foot of  the bed she had a perfect view of the door into the bedroom; and she wanted to  see the look on his face when he walked in.  The clock said 7:45, and she  wanted a few quiet moments to put her head in the right space. 
            Just as Tasha was getting comfortable she heard the door open, early.   A second later it slammed, and she heard Katrina scream, “I can’t believe that  asshole!”  Tasha felt the color drain from her face, and just prayed that  Marcus would get there before she had to explain this to her roommate. 
             
            A moment later Katrina called out, “Tasha, are you here?”  Tasha  started feeling panicked as the voice got louder.  “I’m sorry for barging  in but I just got dumped and—“ 
             
            Katrina stopped in her tracks when she walked in the bedroom.  As Tasha  looked at her helplessly, she saw her roommate’s nipples begin to poke through  the thin blouse she was wearing; wondering if it was the air conditioning  getting to her; or the view.  After a moment of tense silence, Katrina cocked  her head to the side and said, “It’s not even my birthday.”  They both  laughed, breaking the tension. 
             
            Tasha, her cheeks starting to flush, replied, “Yeah, um, Marcus will be here  any minute and I was trying to surprise him.  The keys to these cuffs are  around my neck, do me a favor and take them off so I can get up and salvage  some dignity.” 
             
            “What if I don’t want to?” Katrina asked. 
            
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          Assuming her roommate was offering to head out before Marcus arrived, Tasha  said, “Oh, if you wouldn’t mind giving us some privacy you can probably make it  out before he gets here.”  7:50, still time to salvage her evening, at  least. 
                   
            “What if I don’t want to do that either?” Katrina asked innocently.   Seeing Tasha’s puzzled expression, she knelt down at the foot of the bed so  they’d be eye-to-eye.  She said, “I’ll be honest.  We haven’t known  each other all that long, but suddenly I’m feeling like we’ve really broken the  ice.” 
             
            They shared another laugh and Katrina continued, “For the last two weeks  I’ve been in the next room, burning up batteries while I listen to him fuck the  living hell out of you, trying to figure out how to get one, or both, of you  into my room.  Sometimes I think you’re flirting with me, but then I  figure maybe you’re just being nice.  So,” she said, running the back of  her hand down Tasha’s cheek, “now that you can’t dodge the question I’ll just  ask.  Have you ever been with another woman?” 
             
            Tasha’s giggle answered her question.  It had been years ago, and she  had thought when it ended that it was a one-time thing.  Katrina was  attractive, though, and thinking back perhaps she had been  flirting.  7:52, whatever was going on here she needed to figure it out  quickly. 
             
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