over to let off some steam with the local boys. That lasted up until I went to med school and had to slow down. It worked well as that is when he also met Steve in grad school; putting an end to our escapades. We had a lot of fun but I am glad he found his husband; those two were made for each other.
“He’s my new Dom; we’ve hit it off fantastically!” Molly squeaks.
“That was fast,” Breonna says in shocked disbelief. “I thought it took a long time to even find one willing to take on a new filly.” Breonna’s fascination is evident. Too bad she is married to an intensely conservative man. Jeff is lovely, accepting of many things, but quite set in his ways.
“That explains the change in you,” Ben scoffs before smiling at her.
“It has been an amazing adventure. I am so glad you suggested it, Sam. I had no idea what I was missing out on.”
“The club has a way of helping lost little lambs find their way, pet,” Samuel laughs as he addresses Molly with a term of endearment used for those in the lifestyle. He has been a Dom for quite some time and teaches classes to newbies on his nights off from bartending. Molly and he have unsuccessfully been attempting to talk me into visiting and sampling for the last year. It’s never sounded like my cup of tea. Too many rules for my liking and I’ve always had a problem with authority.
“How do you know if you are a Dom or a sub? You know I don’t take orders very well; I am too much of a free spirit who likes to play by her own rules. That will not go over well. Jesus, Sam, you know that!”
Taking a defensive stance to cover my piquing interest, I quickly ignore them as the waitress comes over to take my order as they already ordered right before my arrival. After reciting my weekly request, I glance back to find all of their smiling eyes burning into me, even Breonna’s.
“What?” I ask, suddenly uncomfortable. Very little makes me uneasy, having your best chums all the way from childhood until present staring at you mischievously in between exchanging knowing glances back and forth amongst themselves has a way of edging uncertainty under your skin.
“You know, Molly, I think we should all go. What a great way to bond and support our sister from another mister,” Breonna chides with a hint of something else. She is up to something.
“Yeah, Jeff will totally go for you coming, let alone marching out of the house in a bustier.” I can’t believe what she is suggesting. She has always loved and supported me, even if my decisions were lost on her, but I am definitely the wild sister in comparison, having turned my back on our strict Irish-Catholic upbringing the moment eighteen candles graced my birthday cake.
“Well, I will run it by him regardless.” Jeff will most likely say no, but it wouldn’t stop her from trying. Jeff has loosened up a lot since falling in love with my sister. She has been just as good for him as he has been for her.
“I’m down. Steve has been asking me if we could explore it as a couple anyway. The newbie mixer sounds like a great way to see how comfortable we are with it,” Ben chimes, his longish, dark hair falling into his warm brown eyes.
“Really? How come you never mentioned your darling husband has such a dirty side?” I joke with Ben. He and Steve married a few years ago.
“Well, Sor, everyone else is on board. You coming? If not, I may have to ball gag, handcuff, and drag you anyway,” Samuel playfully threatens, but his eyes flicker dangerously. He may not like women, but he likes a challenge. There was no doubt in my mind that he is perfectly capable of following through with the threat. The dry toast I am attempting to swallow quickly catches, forcing me to sputter and gulp water.
“Well, not everyone. You know I can’t,” Jade adds with clouded melancholy.
“That’s okay, Jade. You have the free pass of a lifetime. Aye─ fuck it. Why the hell not?” My accent barely peeks through my