Hello friends! I’m starting a new story for my Thursday posts. Join me for the next two months or so as we meet a new couple, and the first Femme Domme I’ve had in a while! Enjoy! – Jayden
I am not in love with him. I have known Kody for almost two decades. He dated my friend in high school, and I had such a huge crush on him. When they broke up, I was even more enamored. I know, I know. You aren’t supposed to date your friend’s ex-boyfriend, but the thing was that she and I weren’t very close, and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. In any case, he wasn’t interested in me, and my memory of the whole situation was that it was pretty embarrassing, so I try not to think about it.
Anyway, after about fifteen years, we ran into each other at the grocery store, and he was very nice to me. I gave an awkward smile and thought I would just keep walking, but he actually flagged me down to have a conversation. He said that it would be fun to reminisce about high school together sometime and that we should hang out. But of course, neither of us offered the other their phone number, so nothing happened.
Until a month later when he found me on Facebook and sent me a friend request. “Why not?” I thought. What was the harm in being social media friends? How many of those did I have who I literally never interacted with? Many, was the answer.
I did take a few minutes and Facebook-stalk him, though.
He was married. That was surprising.
And he had three kids. Wow.
And he was living ten minutes away from me. (I mean, I didn’t google his exact address, but the small towns were close together…)
The Facebook message popped up as I was scrolling through old pictures of him and his wife and kids. The timing surprised me so much that I jumped and actually yelped out loud.
Kody: It was good running into you that time.
I was seriously wondering why he was messaging me and why he had asked if I wanted to hang out.
Kody: Can I be honest with you?
Me: Uh, sure.
Kody: I saw your profile on Fetlife.
Me: What do you mean?
Kody: I know you have a profile on Fetlife, and I found it a few months back.
Me: If you found a profile for someone you thought was me, why didn’t you message me?
Me: I mean them. Why didn’t you message them?
Kody: I don’t know. I just didn’t think that such a lovely dominant woman would be interested in a lowly bitch like me.
Kody: Come on, Jenna, you know the profile is yours, and you know that you like to dominate men like me.
Okay, he was right. I did like to dominate men, but married men? Ehhh. That seemed like a stretch, even for me.
Kody: Listen, I think we should get together.
Me: I don’t know, Kody.
Kody: Please? I’ll do whatever you want.
I raised one eyebrow and typed…
Me: Okay. Cut off your balls and eat them, and I’ll go out with you.
Kody: [Wide eyed emoji]
Me: I’m kidding, Kody.
Kody: Please, Jenna, let me buy you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t be creepy or whatever. You name the place and time, and I’ll be there.
I looked at my watch. It was just after six on a Friday, and I had no plans for the whole weekend. It was a little depressing, honestly.
Me: Fine, I’ll make you a deal.
Kody: Go ahead.
Me: I’ll meet you now if you buy me dinner.
Kody: Sold. Name the place. Give me an hour.
I picked my favorite diner that was only a few minutes away from my apartment and then spent the next 45 minutes freaking out. What was I doing? Why was I going out to eat with a married man? It wasn’t a date, though, so it was okay, right? And anyway, what the hell did he want from me?