The Super Bowl Party

I have been writing my stories in chronological order until now. For several reasons, I have decided to write this ‘out of order’ so to speak. This particular incident happened a few months after ‘Our First Vacation’ and there were many fun times in between. However, with the Super Bowl coming up, and having been accidentally reminded of this particular incident, I decided to write it now. Later, after I catch up, I will adjust the sequence and put it in the proper timeline. Thanks for bearing with me.


Super Bowl Weekend.

FRIDAY!

I have long been a Pittsburg Steelers fan. Jennifer has been a Cowboys lover for as long as she has been an NFL fan. (I, too, then, liked the Cowboys, but things change.) Until this particular game, the difference in our team tastes hadn’t affected us. This Super Bowl was going to change that, at least for this game.

Super Bowl, with two great teams. Dallas had won the year before and was looking to repeat. Pittsburg had last won the Super Bowl three years before, against the Cowboys. It was shaping up to be a great game.

Jennifer and I had planned to settle in quietly and comfortably, just the two of us. Early Friday before the game, our plans got changed. First, our friend Kelly and his Lady Valencia were coming to town, which meant they would be using our guest room, Neither Jennifer or I would have it any other way.

That same day, a friend of Jenn’s, Sandra, broke up with her boyfriend, who was forcing her out of the place they shared. Which meant the pull-out sofa in my den was now going to be put to good use. She was due to come over Saturday sometime, which was also fine by us. I never liked Sandra’s boyfriend, he was a user, boozer, abuser, and not mentally stable. (More on this later).

Then, two friends of mine from way back invited themselves over to watch the game with Jenn and I., which, again, was OK with Jenn and me. Really great guys, and like me, big Steelers fans.

Finally, Jenny’s step sister and her husband somehow got wind of the party and wangled an invitation from Jennifer. This was the only thing that Jenn and I worried about. Not that we all didn’t get along, we did. It was just that Mike and Angela were such staid, conservative, vanilla individuals we were concerned as to how they would fit into the mix. I had never seen Mike take a drink and Angela only drank wine in very small doses, while the rest of us enjoyed a beer or three, a drink or several…well, you get the idea.

Still, Jenn and I thought it should be a fun party. Ha. How good we couldn’t have begun to imagine at this point in time.

Jennifer went all out preparing for all of our expected guests. My place was going to crowd up quickly. Nicely though.

Kelly and Valencia arrived around 7 PM Friday evening. By the time they got their stuff in from the car, and unpacked it was about 8pm. All of us were hungry, so we piled into the Lincoln and off we went to find a place for supper. After considerable thought, I decided on the great German food restaurant, which happened to be less than a mile from my townhouse.

One thing I loved about this place, you had two choices of dining experience. You could, with reservations, eat very elegantly on the main floor. Or, you could drop in, head for the basement, the Rathskeller, and dine ala carte. As none of us were dressed for elegant style dining the latter choice was our course of action on this very cold January night. The girls were wearing nice jeans and blouses, not fancy but good quality. Kelly and I wore slacks and sport shirts and all of us had heavy coats.

We had gotten lucky, and the place was only about half-full. This was very unusual especially on a Friday night. We grabbed a large booth set against one wall, and made ourselves at home.

The Rathskeller was a fun place. I mean, they put this huge jar of unshelled peanuts on the tables and you shucked them, throwing the shells on the floor. There was traditional German drinking music, live, to pass the time. The food was outstanding, and the booze/beer flowed.

We spent about an hour catching up with Kelly and Valencia, and vice versa. It was a great evening, lots of laughter, flirting, teasing and fun. Jennifer brought up the subject of Sandra staying with us, and explained the circumstances. Kelly, ever the attorney, wondered why she had moved out. Which made think, out loud, that Sandra had the place before the B.S. artist came into her life. There was a moment or two discussing that, then the food started to arrive and all other thoughts went by the wayside.

Time stood still, and yet passed very quickly. There is no rush in the cellar, no one to hurry you for the next party, or push the bill on you. As long as you are eating and having fun, or just having fun, you stay. So, we stayed. For three hours.

By the time we finally got up to leave, all of us were feeling no pain. It was most fortunate that it was only a few blocks back to my place. I wasn’t by any means drunk, but knew I was not all there either and I never drive drunk.

As we were walking out, the two girls walked behind Kelly and I. Going up the stairs to the main floor, we could hear the girls, about 4 steps behind us, giggling and laughing about something or other. Neither Kelly nor I were privy to this momentary humor on the part of our girls, but figured we would just let it go; safer that way. They excused themselves to run to the ladies room leaving Kelly and I standing in the small lobby. (Why do girls always have to go together when they are out and never when at home? One of life’s little mysteries I suppose.)

After a few minutes, the ladies rejoined us, and we headed for the exit. I had planned to let Valet park my car upon arrival, but there was a long line of people doing so. Instead, I dropped the other three off and parked the beast myself. As the valet area is closest to the entry, I had been forced to park way back in the lot, literally behind the restaurant. It was a long walk, and it was cold, somewhere around 35 F or so.

The girls were wearing full length coats, of course, and Kelly and I had on heavy jackets.
It was my thought to have the others wait inside the door whilst I retrieved my car. As I made that suggestion, both girls broke into giggles, beer and wine enhanced, which quickly turned into gales of laughter.

Kelly and I looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of us had any idea what was going on with the laughing twins, but as long as they were enjoying themselves, we didn’t mind.

Finally, the laughter slowed, though Val seemed to have gotten a case of the hiccups. On her, it was very becoming. Jennifer, still with a case of giggles, looked at Kelly and I and said, “you guys remember the dinner our first night on vacation?” We nodded. “Well, you remember the bet?” Again, Kelly and I nodded, but now both of us knew something was up.

Jennifer grinned and asked, “Where’s the car Hon?”

“Around the corner’ I said, and pointed. “and half-way towards the end.” I glanced at Kelly who seemed as perplexed as I was.

Jennifer walked up to Kelly, very close to Kelly. And Valencia walked up to me, also very close. With such perfect timing you would have thought it rehearsed, the two girls said, “hold my coat please’ to Kelly and I. With that, the long coats came off, revealing two very naked and very gorgeous women.

The two sexy imps turned and ran, in high heels no less, towards the back of the parking lot, both of them laughing like teenagers, an age which they had been not too many years before, come to think of it. It was a great sight, from our point of view, two very nicely shaped tushes held up by two very fine pairs of legs made for an great view.

Kelly turned to me and said, “I knew they were up to something.” I nodded in agreement and started to walk towards the back of the building.

“I think those two are going to be in for a bit of a surprise when they get to the car.” I said.

“Why?” asked Kelly.

I smiled. “Cause I have the keys, and the car is locked.”

Now, it was our turn to laugh. The girls, in their haste to tease and surprise us, had forgotten to ask for the car keys. And it was cold. And they were naked. And they couldn’t get into the car. And we had their coats. So, Kelly and I sauntered, slowly, towards where I had parked. Very slowly indeed. Mean, that’s us.

By the time we reached the car, the two girls were holding on to each other for warmth. Both were covered with goose bumps and had their arms wrapped around each other tightly. It was cold, did I mention that? It can get very cold here in January.

I got one hell of a dirty look from Jennifer as I finally unlocked the car. The girls grabbed their coats and threw them on quickly as they both jumped into the back seat. Kelly and I got in and I started the car, turning the heat on right away. Of course, the engine was cold, so the only thing that blew out was cold air. This did not make the girls happy campers, but their yelling and cursing did cause Kelly and me to start laughing again.

For some reason, neither Jennifer nor Valencia seemed to think the situation was funny. Two naked girls running across a parking lot, in January, at night, and finding themselves locked out of the car was not as hilarious to the girls as it was to us guys. Go figure.

In any event, I pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed home. Since it was only about a mile away, it didn’t take long to get there. So short a time, in fact, that the heater had just barely begun to blow hot air, but not long enough to warm up the car.

I pulled into the common driveway in front of my townhouse and my headlights saw a bundle of some kind on my doorstep. Jennifer saw it as well and shouted, “Sandra? What the hell is she doing here now? She’s supposed to come over tomorrow.”

With that, Jenn pushed her way out of the back seat and ran towards the house door. Seconds later, Val did the same thing on Kelly’s side of the car. I looked at Kelly and he and I shrugged shoulders together. No play time for us this night.

In her haste, Jennifer had forgotten she was naked under her fur coat. It kind of opened up as she ran up the steps and across the little courtyard to our front door. Sandra had been dozing and got up to give Jenn a hug.

Kelly and I got within eyeball range just as Sandra put her arms around Jenn, underneath Jenn’s coat. Talk about huge eyes! And jaw dropping open.

“Jesus, Jenn, your naked.”

“Oh, Crap.’ Jennifer pulled back from Sandra and closed her coat, then quickly unlocked the front door. “Come on in, I’ll explain later.”

Kelly and I were laughing again, of course. Valencia turned and gave us dirty looks but said nothing. Nope, no chance at all of fun and games for us guys tonight. Oh well.

The three girls went in, and immediately headed up stairs. Kelly and I headed for the bar, me behind it, he on one of the stools.. Without asking, I poured him a scotch and water and made another one for me. We clinked glasses in a silent but heartfelt toast, then sipped our drinks.

We had barely put our glasses down when the girls came bouncing down the stairs. Jenn and Val had taken the time to throw clothes on. Jenn wore a long robe, and Val had put on a pajama set that, upon reflection, I thought may have been Kelly’s. They looked very good on her. Sandra was wearing jeans and a heavy sweater. She looked terrible. No makeup, hair disheveled, even a smudge on her chin.

The girls went straight to the sofa and began to talk all three at the same time. How do they do that and know what each is saying? Beats me. During that conversation, Jennifer came up for air long enough to ask for wine. I pulled out a bottle of sweet white something or other and poured three glasses. Kelly took one to Val and I took the other two over for Jenn and Sandra.

From what I could hear of the conversation, Sandra was supposed to have gone to her mom’s apartment for the night. But when she got there, her mother wasn’t home. Having no where else to go, she had come over to our place. Sandra was all upset, she and dufuss had had another fight, and he decided she was going right then, not the next day. So, he threw some of her stuff in a suitcase, threw it out the front door, then dragged Sandra out the door as well.

By the time I heard all of this, I was more than ready (the booze helped here) to go to Sandra’s place and give dufuss a well deserved attitude adjustment. Cooler heads prevailed, for the moment.

Sandra wanted no part of going back to her place right then. Jennifer wouldn’t discuss it with me. Valencia was neutral, and Kelly said I was crazy. That if I did, and the cops showed up, I would be busted for drunk and disorderly at the least.

They were right of course, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

In due course, booze and the lateness of the hour caught up with us all. Val and Kelly went to their room. Jenn took Sandra up to the den, telling me to go on to bed and she would come in later.

And so Friday night came to a rather dull end. Or so I thought.

Unbeknownst to me, Sandra and Jenn talked for a while. Mostly about dufuss, a wasted conversation in my opinion. But finally, Sandra got around to asking why Jenn had been naked under her coat. (Jenn told me all about this conversation later that weekend.)

Jennifer blushed (so she claimed) and told Sandra the story of the run through the parking lot. Sandra was anything but stupid. Well, not counting her choice of men anyway. She asked Jenn why she would do that, and why Val would go along with it.

So of course Jennifer had to explain about the ‘bet’ she and Val had on our vacation. (Mind you, Jenn didn’t ‘have’ to explain anything. But she and Sandra had gone back downstairs and opened another bottle of wine and were sharing it.. Wine does two things to Jennifer; makes her talkative…and horny. So, Jenn told Sandra the story of the ‘bet’

Jenn later told me that Sandra was at first somewhat surprised that Jennifer would ever do such a thing. Sandy had Jenn pegged as somewhat the little miss innocent. Ha! So Jenn, defending herself, told Sandy that no, she wasn’t all that innocent and enjoyed ‘fun’ as much as anyone else did.

And this, of course, opened the door for Sandra to figure out there must have been more to the weekend vacation than Jennifer was letting on. Sandra kept pressing Jennifer for more information and Jenn kept dancing around the subject. Finally, Sandra said, “Hell, I’m just gonna go ask Mark and hear what he has to say.”

“Hahahaha” Jennifer laughed in response. “Don’t even try to wake him up now. It’s a really bad idea.” Which was true of course, I am not one of those people that enjoys being awakened from a sound sleep. I tend to do things with my hands that others take exception to, thanks to some training in my misspent youth.

“Then give, Jenn, or I’m going upstairs and find out just how bad your big ole teddy bear can be.”

Jennifer looked at Sandra for a bit, and then shrugged her shoulders. ‘Why not’: She thought to herself.

“Sandy, this may kind of shock you, but…here goes.” And (according to what Sandra told me later) Jennifer went into a full explanation of our relationship. Everything came out; the entire weekend, including the poker game. How we first got started doing ‘kinky’ stuff. Most of the stuff we had done. The whole works.

Sandy listened without saying a word until Jennifer had finished. Her eyes had gotten wider as Jenn’s story unfolded. And she had a little smile on her face too. Or so Jennifer told me. More of a kind of smirk really, I would think.

Finally, Jennifer ran down and sat back waiting for Sandra’s reaction. I think Jenn was just as surprised by Sandy as Sandy had been by Jenn.

Sandy took Jennifer’s hands in hers and asked, “You’re his sex slave then? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes and no. More of his total slave, not just sex. And not all the time either, just…mostly. I don’t know how to explain it really. It’s just that we seem to know when to fall into our master/slave roles.”

“Has he hurt you? I mean really hurt you?”

“Well, Sandy, ummm, I enjoy pain. It turns me on and gets me off.”

“No, not that kind of hurt. I mean, has he ever really hurt you, like beating you up, breaking an arm or leg, things like that?”

“OH HELL NO”. Jennifer replied. “If he EVER did something like that, I would be gone so fast it would take a month for my shadow to catch up. Why?”

Sandy was quiet for a moment then said, “Jenn, Gary is the third guy I have had a serious relationship with in my life. Each of those relationships were the same kind as you are in with Mark.”

Jenn told be later that she was, indeed, shocked. As close as she and Sandra had been, this subject had never come up. What’s more, Jennifer had only been a bottom for a few months. Sandra had been for at least 3 years. And Jenn had known each of Sandy’s boyfriends. And Jenn didn’t like any of them either.

Then it hit Jenn, and she was more shocked. She had to ask, “Sandy, the broken arm a few months ago? That was done by Gary wasn’t it?” This was more a statement than a question.

Before Sandra could answer, another thought struck home, “Hey, your leg last year. Not a skiing accident? That was Jeff?”

Sandra only nodded yes to the question.

“Oh My God! No wonder you wanted to know if Mark had ever hurt me. No! No honey, he’s not that way at all. Not ever. We have our fun and games, and get kinky but no, nothing like that.”

Sandy sighed deeply, “Oh Jenn, I would so love a relationship like yours. See, I need, crave, being like a slave. It’s just…in me and I can’t really function in a normal relationship. I don’t know why. Damn, I am now sooo jealous of you.” Then she smiled.

Jennifer looked at Sandy hard. For a long time, she said nothing, but her mind, (agile, quick, deep, bright, her mind, better than mine) was in high gear.

Slowly, Jennifer smiled. “I have an idea, if you’re willing, and we can talk Mark into it.”

“What’s your idea, Jenn?”

“OK, here’s the plan….”

They talked for another hour or so, conniving, planning, giggling, whatever, before they decided what they were going to do. As it turned out, it was a hell of a plan.

A digression at this point; I had little interest in Sandra, and for good reason. First, she was my Lady’s best friend, thus off-limits as far as I was concerned. Besides, she was in a relationship (of sorts) and I don’t play those games. I do have scruples after all, just not many. And lastly, I had never really paid much attention to her in a physical/sexual sort of way because of those reasons.

The best way to describe Sandy is…she is a pixie. She is about 5’3” tall, maybe 100llbs soaking wet while wearing a soaking wet fur. Maybe! Black hair cut short with bangs. She has very pale skin, almost ivory. Very soft but deep brown eyes and a round face. For all her petiteness, she is nonetheless very attractive. However, I couldn’t even begin to describe her body or figure. I had never seen her in anything other than loose tops, sweaters, jeans, pants, sweatshirts etc. Not a swimming suit, dress, or anything tight. But she was obviously thin. Not skinny, just thin. More on her later.

This is not one of my stores. Rather a tribute to someone who is so much like a person I loved.
The photo of Ruby, found at rubyviolence.com hit me hard. I had one back when, almost a duplicate of the black mask picture. Ahhh those days!

IMHO, Ruby’s body epitomizes sexy, there is no other way to explain it. But the pose is what is so captivating for many reasons. The blindfold says submission. But the pose is pure haughtiness. Second, her body is spectacular. Though not shown fully, her face and expression thereon speaks volumes. Take me...if you can..if you dare.

Another reason, from shoulders down she could be a near duplicate of my ex-supersub. Some small minor differences but not many. Her face and hers are very different, both superb, just different.

Now, picture this in your minds.

First, the exact same pose as Ruby’s, with almost the exact same haughtiness.

Then picture;

A spreader bar between her ankles, her hands wide over her head cuffed to another spreader bar, which is, in turn hooked to a ceiling hoist.
A 3 needle nipple clamps and labia pins and there you would have a very similar picture of my ex. The resemblance is uncanny. Even to the haughty facial expression.
She is a fascinating, strikingly beautiful and extremely (pun intended) woman, as was my ex.

I could, and did take her! (Not Ruby, of course)

Thank Ruby, for being who you are.