Because unlike any other relationship before Jack, I felt desperate not to fuck this up, not to drive him away.
Which also told me something.
Our first class today was a 101 rope class, which Jack had been through before but said he’d already planned to attend again even before our situation turned into a…
Well, into asituation. Because he wanted to attend the other classes with the basics fresh in his mind and he hadn’t taken much time to practice what he’d already learned during the last few weeks.
He told me I could wear anything I wanted, although close-fitting clothes were recommended, and full nudity was allowed in the class.
I opted for a sports bra and yoga shorts, which I wore my Flintstones T-shirt over for the trip upstairs. There were eight other couples of various romantic pairings and ten singles. The female instructor—who only introduced herself as Kayte and ambiguously referred to a background with extensive medical training—partnered up the singles with the caveat that they were free to swap partners if they wanted to, or if they wanted to be used as demo subjects for the class, they were welcomed to volunteer for that as well.
Around the room on the floor, at discreet distances from each other, were spaced clusters of four MMA mats with puzzle-piece edges stuck together and forming six-foot squares. There were clean towels and paramedic scissors next to each square, and after Jack picked one and set his bag down next to it, I opted to put a towel under me so I didn’t stick to the mat.
Or leave a wet spot behind.
Yeeeah. Now that Jack and I had leveled up I seemed to have lost the ability to turn off my pussy. Every touch, every glance, even the way he arched his goddamned eyebrows at me sent a flood of moisture down there.
Frankly, I was shocked I hadn’t dehydrated myself yet.
Three of the female rope bottoms, two of them partnered and one not, opted to go fully nude while another two went topless,but I didn’t feel self-conscious shedding only my T-shirt because two other women kept theirs on, and one even wore full-length leggings.
Among the couples there were two female rope Tops, one tying a man and one tying another woman. I was glad to see a mix of people and not just a room full of male Tops and female rope bottoms.
Any nerves I might have had soon fled as the instructor’s first order of business was a thorough review of safety issues, including verifying every Top had their own cutting device, in addition to the provided safety scissors. She talked about types of rope, why ties were tied the way they were, nerve locations and potential damage, and by the first break I realized Dr. Colefield was completely relaxed and enjoying listening to an obviously educated medical professional speak about risks that the average person was likely oblivious to.
When I remembered I wasn’t alone, I turned to find Jack smiling as he watched me, and my face instantly heated. “What?” I asked.
His smile widened and he leaned in to kiss me. “You’re adorable. I’m glad the instructor meets your standards, baby.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Ooooh, yeah. And how you looked was probably the same way I looked the first time I took the class and realized it was more than a standard lecture. She is a medical doctor, by the way.”
“She is?” Currently, she was talking to another student and answering their question. “She didn’t introduce herself as one.”
“Because in her day job she’s deep in the closet. She’s an on-staff orthopedist for a professional hockey team back east, and the team owners areveryconservative. That’s why she comes out here for this, so she doesn’t risk running into people she knows.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I spoke with her after the first time I took this class. Told her I was a paramedic and how impressed I was with her thoroughness about safety. She opened up just enough to tell me that much about herself. I suspect her real first name isn’t ‘Kayte’ but the only reason I’m even telling you as much as I am is because you’re also a doctor and I know you won’t tell anyone. Oh, and she’s the one who pegged me as a fireman just from how I handled my rope.”
“Pegged?”
He laughed. “The metaphorical kind of pegging.”
The next part of class focused on the basics, single- and double-column ties, how to lay the rope properly when making multiple passes around limbs, and how to loop the rope around itself in various ways to change directions, and how to finish ties.
Which also surprised me because I’d figured it was simply about tying knots. Last night I hadn’t exactly been in a headspace to pay attention to anything but the orgasms.
“I have a lot to learn,” I whispered to Jack after we completed one exercise and I helped him coil the rope before starting the next one.
He smiled. “Want to know a secret?”
“Yeah?”
“So do I.”
He nuzzled my nose, which was quickly becoming my second-favorite thing behind forehead kisses. And the clit-sucker.
