University Housemate Gets an Education (M/F)
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 1:03 pm
Chapter 1: What's In The Box?
12th June 2022
Jaz was waiting outside the front door as I pulled into the driveway. She was wearing a loose FCUK crop top, black leggings, and a pair of discoloured white trainers. She skipped towards the car, the little tufts hanging down from her messy bun dancing in the wind. I got out and she pulled me into a big hug. Jaz was a Geordie, and friendly as they come. I'd always wagered us as being quite different people so we were never particularly close, but she treated everyone like an old friend.
"Nicky," she sang, "I thought you were going to be here about an hour ago like."
I pointed at the little grey hatchback, every inch stuffed with bags and boxes. "Apparently a metric tonne of crap slows you down."
"Who knew?" She grinned and flexed her arm, which was looking decidedly more toned than the last time I'd seen her. She was a sprinter on the university athletics team and had always been in good shape. "Need a bit of muscle for this lot?"
"Ta. You're looking hench. Been lifting weights?"
She grinned. "Maybe."
We grabbed and couple of boxes each and loaded them into the hallway.
"Hello!" I called.
"The others aren't back yet. Jodie and Rob are coming tomorrow, and Emma's coming the day after." She faked a sniffle. "I've been all alone for two days. Losing my mind if I'm honest. It's freshers week, just cause we're not freshers doesn't mean we're allowed to be boring. We should be out getting mortal like."
"I don't think I can stomach another fresher's week."
"Lightweight. Want these up in your room?"
"Yeah, please."
We spent sometime hauling boxes up the stairs. It was as I brought up the last two that I heard Jaz gasp and break into a fit of laughter. I walked in and she was peering into a cardboard box which had pinged open. Her hand covered her mouth and her face was bright red. I walked over to see what see was looking at.
"Oh shit."
"Nicky... mate."
The box has all my bondage supplies inside. Several lengths of jute rope, several ball gags of varying side, a few rolls of PVC tape, and a set of adjustable nipple clamps on a chain.
The silence hung in the air for a few seconds until I thought about what I was going to say.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Please don't tell the others."
"Nick, I mean, what is all this stuff? I didn't think you were seeing anyone, so what you using all this for?"
"Fetish Society. It's a uni thing. I help organise tutorials."
"I mean, if you're in the Fetish Society, I don't know how you thought you'd keep this quiet."
"It's quite discreet." I broke eye contact and sat on the bed, visibly deflated.
"You don't need to be all ashamed of it. Its cool. You're a freak, so what? Why hide it?"
"I dunno, I just worry that some people won't be chill about it. I just prefer to keep it on the down low."
"Don't worry, freak. Your secret's safe with me." Jaz sat down next to me, lifted up a length of the rope, and rubbed it between her fingers. "You said you do tutorials. So there's like a right way to do this kind of thing, eh?"
"Yeah, I mean you have to do it right. You can hurt a person if not."
She scoffed. "Well, I mean, that's kind of the point isn't it." There was a silence as Jaz continued to rub the rope between her fingers and then slowly put it back in the box. "Maybe you could show me sometime?"
"What?"
"The right way to do it like."
I was so taken-a-back I couldn't get any words out. Jaz pulled a face, put the rope back in the box, and headed for the door. "Sorry, that was a bit awkward. Don't shit where you eat and all that, I know the drill."
I finally came back to earth. "No, no, it's not awkward. I just didn't think you'd be interested."
Jaz stopped and the door. "I mean, I've never tried it. I don't know if I'd like or not really. Doesn't have to be weird though does it? It could just be a bit of fun like."
"Yeah... I mean, of course. Last session I ran we hung out eating pizza and practicing some rope technique. It doesn't have to be all that intense."
She slapped her thighs and stood up. "Sound. Well, I'll go make us a cupper eh, and you can get us ready to go."
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You want to do it now? You're keen."
She locked eyes with me and raised a provocative eyebrow. "Aye, well there's no time like the present."
12th June 2022
Jaz was waiting outside the front door as I pulled into the driveway. She was wearing a loose FCUK crop top, black leggings, and a pair of discoloured white trainers. She skipped towards the car, the little tufts hanging down from her messy bun dancing in the wind. I got out and she pulled me into a big hug. Jaz was a Geordie, and friendly as they come. I'd always wagered us as being quite different people so we were never particularly close, but she treated everyone like an old friend.
"Nicky," she sang, "I thought you were going to be here about an hour ago like."
I pointed at the little grey hatchback, every inch stuffed with bags and boxes. "Apparently a metric tonne of crap slows you down."
"Who knew?" She grinned and flexed her arm, which was looking decidedly more toned than the last time I'd seen her. She was a sprinter on the university athletics team and had always been in good shape. "Need a bit of muscle for this lot?"
"Ta. You're looking hench. Been lifting weights?"
She grinned. "Maybe."
We grabbed and couple of boxes each and loaded them into the hallway.
"Hello!" I called.
"The others aren't back yet. Jodie and Rob are coming tomorrow, and Emma's coming the day after." She faked a sniffle. "I've been all alone for two days. Losing my mind if I'm honest. It's freshers week, just cause we're not freshers doesn't mean we're allowed to be boring. We should be out getting mortal like."
"I don't think I can stomach another fresher's week."
"Lightweight. Want these up in your room?"
"Yeah, please."
We spent sometime hauling boxes up the stairs. It was as I brought up the last two that I heard Jaz gasp and break into a fit of laughter. I walked in and she was peering into a cardboard box which had pinged open. Her hand covered her mouth and her face was bright red. I walked over to see what see was looking at.
"Oh shit."
"Nicky... mate."
The box has all my bondage supplies inside. Several lengths of jute rope, several ball gags of varying side, a few rolls of PVC tape, and a set of adjustable nipple clamps on a chain.
The silence hung in the air for a few seconds until I thought about what I was going to say.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Please don't tell the others."
"Nick, I mean, what is all this stuff? I didn't think you were seeing anyone, so what you using all this for?"
"Fetish Society. It's a uni thing. I help organise tutorials."
"I mean, if you're in the Fetish Society, I don't know how you thought you'd keep this quiet."
"It's quite discreet." I broke eye contact and sat on the bed, visibly deflated.
"You don't need to be all ashamed of it. Its cool. You're a freak, so what? Why hide it?"
"I dunno, I just worry that some people won't be chill about it. I just prefer to keep it on the down low."
"Don't worry, freak. Your secret's safe with me." Jaz sat down next to me, lifted up a length of the rope, and rubbed it between her fingers. "You said you do tutorials. So there's like a right way to do this kind of thing, eh?"
"Yeah, I mean you have to do it right. You can hurt a person if not."
She scoffed. "Well, I mean, that's kind of the point isn't it." There was a silence as Jaz continued to rub the rope between her fingers and then slowly put it back in the box. "Maybe you could show me sometime?"
"What?"
"The right way to do it like."
I was so taken-a-back I couldn't get any words out. Jaz pulled a face, put the rope back in the box, and headed for the door. "Sorry, that was a bit awkward. Don't shit where you eat and all that, I know the drill."
I finally came back to earth. "No, no, it's not awkward. I just didn't think you'd be interested."
Jaz stopped and the door. "I mean, I've never tried it. I don't know if I'd like or not really. Doesn't have to be weird though does it? It could just be a bit of fun like."
"Yeah... I mean, of course. Last session I ran we hung out eating pizza and practicing some rope technique. It doesn't have to be all that intense."
She slapped her thighs and stood up. "Sound. Well, I'll go make us a cupper eh, and you can get us ready to go."
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You want to do it now? You're keen."
She locked eyes with me and raised a provocative eyebrow. "Aye, well there's no time like the present."