Sophomore Year - Chapter 19: "I Have Much Bigger Problems Than The Fact That I Screwed Jackie's Boyfriend" (FF/M) [Part 2 of 4]
Despite her conjecture that I was not needed as a conversation partner, the girls remained in relative silence as Courtney continued her ropework. She used the other intermediate length rope to frog tie my other leg. Then she took the longest rope and just started getting really crazy with it. She threaded one end through the lashing in the frog tie on my left leg. She then brought it up and looped it through the box tie, without anchoring it to any of the ropes. She brought it over my shoulder and behind my neck and then down the other side of my body. It went back through the box tie harness. Throughout the process she was weaving the rope in and out of other ropes but never really anchoring them or cinching them. Eventually the other end of the rope was tied into the frog tie on my right leg. Satisfied with her work she stood up.
Elisa: Can I start the timer?
Courtney: Sure. Go ahead. Squirm a little for me, Trent.
I tested the bonds a little bit. The box tie seemed to be pretty secure. Then I shifted my left leg to try and get some leverage and the other leg jerked back in the opposite direction. I hadn’t paid enough attention, but her final rope had the devious effect of providing counter movements for many of my actions. I tested it further. I tried to pull my arms backwards away from my body. I was able to do so with some strain but the action pulled my knees closer together. Courtney had created a labyrinth that caused one movement to set off counter movements within the ropework. I wasn’t sure how effective this was going to be yet, but it was certainly something new.
Courtney: Awwww. You look like such a cute little marionette.
Me: Mmmmppphhhh hhhmmmppphhhhrrrmmppphhh mmpphhhhh mmpppphhhhmmmmmm.
I grumbled at her a little as she smirked and chuckled to herself.
Courtney: Yeah. I’m trying something new. Once again you get to be my little guinea pig.
Great. That old chestnut again.
Courtney: But don’t worry, Guinea Pig. In an hour you’re going to graduate to being my Little Louboutin…because I’m going to make your bottom red.
I simply rolled my eyes at the joke, not wanting to honor it with any semblance of auditory response.
Elisa: Psshhh. How long have you been holding onto that one, Court?
Courtney: Not THAT long. Sounds like somebody is a little jealous of my nickname game. It’s not my fault that yours are basic AF.
Elisa: Envious?
Courtney: That’s what I said.
Elisa: No. You said jealous. You mean envious. Jealous would mean that I’m worried you’re going to steal MY nickname game.
Courtney: Well, well, well. You and Trent, just a couple of little showoffs. Just so eager to let me know how smart you are. Words have adapted colloquial meanings. I’ll apologize for nothing.
She then leant down and gave me a couple of light slaps on the cheek before stroking my face.
Courtney: Glad I gagged you early, or else you and Ms. Pedantic over there would be racing over who can correct my syntax first.
With a last teasing stroke of my chin, Courtney walked back to Elisa and sat down on the bed with her. I dove into my work and attempted to extricate myself from Courtney’s bindings as best I could. I flexed my wrists and writhed within the ropes to try and test for weak spots. I didn’t find any immediately. But I was certainly going to keep looking. I could see the girls clearly from my current vantage point on the floor though. And I could tell that an idea was percolating in Elisa’s brain. I’d found that so long as I was tied up in her vicinity…that was rarely a good thing.
Elisa: Hey, Courtney, what do you say we play a little game while we wait for Trent here to get himself free?
Courtney: Trying to keep yourself busy? Watching him struggle isn’t entertaining enough for you?
Elisa: We can still watch him. I’ll certainly be watching him. It’s not a very active game. It’s a multi-tasking game. I want to gather your thoughts on some things.
Courtney: What did you have in mind?
Elisa: A game of Fuck-Marry-Kill.
Courtney: I’m always down for Fuck-Marry-Kill. Go right ahead.
Courtney seemed entirely unphased by this proposal. She wasn’t looking at Elisa. Elisa’s smile would have told her where this was going. To her credit…or against her credit, she seemed a little shocked by the threesome that Elisa proposed in a way that I was not.
Elisa: The three guys in our Capture Club. Sam, Dale, and Trent.
Now Courtney got what was afoot.
Courtney: Oh. You’re terrible.
Elisa scoffed in mock offense.
Elisa: What? You said you were always down to play FMK?
Courtney: He’s lying right down there.
Elisa: Does that change things?
Courtney: Kind of.
Elisa: Sorry, that you can’t be honest in the presence of certain people.
Courtney: Shut up. I’m thinking. I’ll answer your stupid question.
She glared at Elisa and gave me a guilty look as I continued my struggles but looked on intently. I wasn’t sure how I viewed this as a proper trial of Courtney’s honesty. It was probably going to be a better test of her tact.
Elisa: Does this question require a lot of thinking?
Courtney: Yes. I want to be analytical about it.
Elisa: Fine. Fine. Take your time. I hope it’s a well reasoned answer.
Courtney appeared to be weighing some sort of formula or tactic for answering this question. After about 30 seconds she finally spoke up.
Courtney: OK. I’m marrying Dale.
She then proceeded to pause again as though considering what to do with Sam and I. With little regard to sharing her reasoning.
Elisa: OK. Extrapolate please.
Courtney: Jackie would never forgive me if I killed him or fucked him.
Elisa: And Jackie is your primary consideration here?
Courtney: Of course. That’s the most important relationship.
Elisa: I hate to break it to you, Court. But married people have sex. You and Dale are still fucking if you’re married. You’re just fucking more regularly.
Courtney: We don’t HAVE to have sex. I can choose not to. That’s not part of the game. I just have to marry him.
Elisa: The game has a “spirit”, Courtney. You’re violating that spirit.
Courtney: I’ll still let him home make for me. He can be married to me and I can sleep in one bed room while he and Jackie carry on a tawdry affair in the other bedroom. Married people don’t have to have sex. We can have a dead bedroom.
Elisa: I don’t think that’s the way that the game was intended to be played. Married people have sex. Except for my parents. All other married people have sex.
Courtney gave a little snort.
Courtney: Please. Your parents have five kids. And I’ve met your parents. They are totally into each other. They do it on the reg.
Elisa: Fine. Five times. Total. Missionary only. Pajamas mostly on. No dirty talk.
Courtney: In your dreams.
Elisa: I do NOT want to think about Bill and Evelyn having sex. Do you want to think about YOUR parents having sex?
Courtney: I want my parents to be happy. All children should. I hope they’re having sex right now.
Elisa: It’s the middle of the work day in Phoenix.
Courtney: My dad works from home these days. Plenty of opportunity.
Elisa: Your mom is probably picking Christina up from school.
Courtney: She’s got basketball practice. They’ve got a couple hours.
Elisa: Fucking gross. You weirdo.
Courtney: Please. I just want my parents to be happy. I’m not THINKING about them having sex.
Elisa: Good.
Courtney: I’m thinking about YOUR parents having sex.
Elisa: Please stop.
Courtney: How could I? What a hot mental image.
Elisa looked very displeased with the direction that this was heading. She seemed much more interested in embarrassing Courtney and myself. But Courtney was running with her squeamishness about her parent’s amorous behavior.
Courtney: Your dad told me that he loved to borrow Betty when you were out of the house sometimes. He really enjoyed wearing it.
Elisa: Oh God. Nice try. I bought Betty at Lion’s Den freshman year. She’s never been home.
Courtney: Maybe it was the blue one then. What’s her name?
Elisa: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Courtney: Yeah. Well. I think that’s the one that he would borrow. Your mom loved the way that it filled his mouth and produced the most perfect guttural groans while she pegged him.
Elisa: Jesus, Courtney. You think my dad is a secret submissive? You’ve met him once. When he took us out for dinner after Kennesaw State last year.
Courtney: He’s got the same aggressive energy that you do. It has repressed, unrevealed rope slut written all over it.
Elisa: So you think that I secretly pine to be tied up?
Courtney: Absolutely.
Elisa: In your dreams, yet again. No partner of mine is ever getting me in ropes.
Courtney: I’ve gotten you in ropes multiple times.
Elisa: Hence, why we can never be together. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
Courtney: I see. I always thought that you used this club as a recruiting tool for your more sensual bondage partners.
Elisa: Absolutely not.
Courtney: Does this mean that you and Trent can never be together?
Courtney gave me a playful wink.
Elisa: Trent and I can never be together on account of his face.
Courtney: Ouch.
I just shrugged and continued with my struggles. I was leaning the right side of my body against the ground, trying to pin the ropes so that I could stretch my elbows apart without yanking my legs inward.
Elisa: Speaking of Trent. Finish your Fuck-Marry-Kill. Enough trying to fill my mind with unholy images of my parents.
Clearly Courtney had just been dragging Elisa on a run around to take her off tilt, since Elisa was trying to either embarrass Courtney or myself with this current game. Now that Elisa was no longer in control, Courtney’s answer came swiftly and mercilessly without hesitation.
Courtney: Sorry, Trent. You’re dead. Fuck Sam. Kill Trent.
I wish I could say that her answer hurt. It didn’t. It struck me as honest. The difference between Sam and I for Courtney was that Courtney would oftentimes flirt with me and try and get me riled up. And she’d constantly needle Sam and try to crush his ego. But that was just an indicative attitude towards who we both were. I’m not the most confident person. And Sam probably does quite well with women. He has enough ego that Courtney wants to cut him down a little bit. In reality, I think I always knew that Courtney had an equal chance of killing or fucking either of us…and that chance was zero. But if she was going to have to split hairs…she’d fuck Sam.
Elisa: Oooohhhh. Cold blooded. The poor guy has a family, Court.
Courtney shrugged it off.
Courtney: Fine. What’s your answer?
Elisa: You haven’t given me options yet.
Courtney: Same three. What would you do?
Elisa: Oh. I don’t disagree with you. I’m killing Trent.
Me: Mmmmpppphhhhrrmmmpppphhhhhhh.
Again, I was unable to act surprised. I just gave a little mumble and a knowing shrug as best I could with my shoulders hunched forward as they were. This tie was a bit of a beast to try and work out.
Elisa: As far as the other two. I think I’m going to Marry Sam and Fuck Dale. Sam seems like he’ll be a better earner. Computer science major and all.
Courtney: That’s what you’re basing this off of? Earning potential?
Elisa: I mean…I can live with both of them. I don’t know if I even want kids, so father potential is irrelevant presently. I got to fuck the other guy anyway. And if you’re bringing the whole celibate marriage angle into play…I definitely want to FUCK Dale.
Courtney: You’re not going to feel guilty fucking your best friend’s boyfriend?
Elisa: Listen, I’m going to have to hide and bury this dickhead’s corpse. I have much bigger problems than the fact that I screwed Jackie’s boyfriend. You hear that, Trent, she’d feel more guilty about having sex with Dale than she would about murdering you and dumping your body in a shallow grave.
Courtney: Wait!!! I have to hide the body? Why?
Elisa: Ummmm….because you don’t want to get caught.
Courtney: Don’t I get some sort of qualified immunity in this hypothetical scenario?
Elisa: Absolutely not. Getting away with the murder should be a consideration of your decision. I didn’t just kill Trent because I don’t value him as a lover or husband. I killed him because the least amount of people would miss him.
Now Elisa turned to me and gave me a cheeky, stupid wink.
Courtney: Why am I fucking, marrying, or killing anybody then?
Elisa: Interesting. So you’re interested in murdering people if you have qualified immunity and not if you don’t?
Courtney: No!! I didn’t say that.
Elisa: I don’t know. I don’t make the rules.
Courtney: I think you do.
Elisa: I assume God is going to destroy the planet unless you make the decision and carry through with it.
Courtney: And the people of the planet I saved aren’t going to give me a pass on murder.
Elisa: Oh. They don’t know anything about it. It’s your cross to bear. The people that we save rarely know of the sacrifices that we have to make. You’re like Batman or Spider-Man.
Courtney: This is EASILY the STUPIDEST conversation that I have EVER had.
Elisa: Meh. I’ve had stupider. Your turn still. Asking me to answer my own quandary doesn’t count.
Courtney: Fine. How about the other three girls in the club?
Elisa: Not including you and me? You mean Erica, Jackie, and Abbie?
Courtney: Yep.
Elisa: Oooohhh. Interesting.