Meeting James – Chapter 9 – by melanieatplay

Lesbian sex stories: Meeting James Chapter 9 by melanieatplay

Genres: True Story, Consensual Sex, Lesbian, Threesome, Written by women

Melanie and Gianna deal with the aftermath, and meet Tim.

I sat on the large couch in the middle of the great room of the suite, slowly sipping my coffee. My legs were pulled up in a fetal position with my arms wrapped securely around them. I felt so tired from only getting a couple of hours of sleep, yet my mind was whirling almost uncontrollably as I mentally replayed the events of the previous evening.

In the short time, I had been with James, we had done many things that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At times, our sex had been gentle and loving. But most of the time, he was very rough, aggressive, and demanding with me. However, nothing that I had experienced previously could have prepared me for what we had done the night before.

I had never let anyone restrain me, and even though I had been spanked during my childhood by my father when I misbehaved, I had never been spanked with anything other than a hand. Being spanked with the flogger, and especially seeing its catastrophic effects the morning after, had really shaken me.

During the spanking, the erotic feeling of the act itself and the pain just seemed to add to the intense, carnal experience of being restrained. Seeing the red marks all over my body, and especially the deep red welts on my ass had given me such an uneasy, apprehensive feeling.

As I reflected, what troubled me the most was not what we had done, but rather what James had said. He told me, in the heat of that intense sexual moment, that I actually enjoyed the pain that he was inflicting on me. The very thought that I may have liked what he did, or more accurately, what I let him do, was almost too horrendous for me to even contemplate.

I jumped slightly when I heard a knock on the door of the suite which broke me out of my thoughts. Slowly, I rose from the couch and opened the door and found myself peering into Gianna’s sympathetic, caring eyes.

“Mel, are you alright?”

“I’m fine honey,” I said, as she melted into my arms and we kissed passionately.

“God you scared me to death with that phone call, I thought something was wrong,” she said, the panicked tone leaving her voice once she saw I wasn’t in any type of peril.

I sat down on the couch and curled my legs under me and watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down next to me.
“Where is James?” she asked between sips. “You told me he wasn’t leaving until tomorrow.”

I proceeded to tell her about his son’s asthma, the medical emergency, and how he had to catch a flight back to Los Angeles.

“An allergic reaction to medication, especially in cases of asthma, is serious, but as long as they got him to an Emergency Room, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Gianna had nearly completed the third year of her RN program, so hearing her words gave me some measure of relief concerning James’ son.

We sat silently for several minutes sipping our coffee. I dreaded the thought of telling her why I had a panic attack when James left, but the ‘elephant in the room’ could only be avoided for so long until…

“Mel, you sounded like you were almost in hysterics when you called, what’s going on?”

I took a deep breath. I was now really starting to regret not being able to pull myself together once James left.

This is going to be a rough one.

“You have to promise that you won’t overreact.”

“You’re scaring me, just rip the Band-Aid off and come out with it.”

I stood up, slowly untied my bathrobe, and held it open, exposing the red marks on my stomach and breasts. Thankfully, my swollen red nipples were beginning to revert back to their natural pink color; however, the effects of the clamps and flogger were still very evident.

I watched as her mouth dropped open and tears began to well up in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh God, what happened to you?” she said, in a horrified tone.

“I, I. I mean… We…”

Gianna cut me off.

“HE DID THIS TO YOU?!” the fear and apprehension in her voice quickly turned to rage.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” she spat angrily, as tears started to streak her cheeks.

“Gianna it’s…”

I attempted to stammer out the rest of my sentence until she interrupted me again.

“Turn around so I can see the rest of you,” she said, her voice calming somewhat, as her medical training took over.

I turned and faced away from her and dropped my robe to the ground while simultaneously hearing her gasp in shock. I could almost feel her eyes travel up and down my body as she assessed me.

“Melanie, these welts on your ass, he almost broke the skin,” she said, in utter horror. “If he had, you would have required medical attention because they could have very easily gotten infected.”

“But he didn’t break the skin Gianna and there was no blood,” I said calmly, hoping that the steady, even tone in my voice would help to settle her down.

I pulled the bathrobe back up covering myself and then sat back down on the couch.

She refused to sit down and her rapid-fire questions commenced.

“You need to tell me everything that happened,” she said, in a cold, demanding tone.

“Gianna, it was just some playful spanking,” I said, trying to make light of what had happened in a further attempt to calm her down.

“That’s bullshit! A ‘playful spanking’ wouldn’t leave these marks all over your body and those welts on your ass.”

She was starting to tear up again as the realization of what we had done began to sink in. Her inquisition continued…

“What did he use to spank you with?” she paused, shaking her head, “because these marks couldn’t have been made using only a hand.”

“He called it a flogger; it looked like small strips of leather attached to a handle.”

“And you just sat there and did nothing while he was making these horrible fucking marks on your body?” she said, in utter rage.

I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed from what I was about to admit.

“I was restrained when he was flogging me,” I said softly.

“Christ, he tied you up?”

“Gianna,” I said gently, looking into her eyes, “I let him tie me up.”

Our eyes met, and I could see the bewildered look on her face. I knew that her mind was grappling and searching… trying to somehow make sense and give meaning to the shocking things I was revealing to her. She started to calm down somewhat and sat beside me on the couch and took my hand in hers.

We were silent for several minutes as we continued to hold hands and sip our coffee. I wanted to give her time to mentally process these momentous revelations. When we were together, everything we did sexually was tender and loving. We were playful with each other, but there was always an element of sensuousness and softness. She was beginning to realize just how different my relationship with James was compared to my relationship with her.

“So you’re all right with what he did to you?” she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.

“I could have stopped it at any time, Gianna,” I said hesitantly, “but it was as if I got lost in it.”

“You actually…. liked it… then?”

“I’m still trying to make sense of what happened, but yes, part of me, on some level, liked what we did,” I said honestly.

She paused for several seconds trying to collect her thoughts. I could see how difficult it was for her to hear these shocking revelations concerning a part of my sexuality that she hadn’t even known existed.

“It’s very difficult for me to hear you talk about these things that you say you like, and even more painful for me to see the physical effects of them,” she said hesitantly.

Suddenly, a panic washed over me as I listened to the serious tone of her voice. I hadn’t even contemplated that these startling revelations might be a reason for her to want to end our relationship. Maybe I had made a mistake this morning when I called her in my panicked state after James had left. However, I could have only hidden the marks on my body from her for so long because it would have only been a day or so before she would have found out.

“I know I’m going to fumble this a little bit so I want you to be patient and bear with me.”

I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for the worst, if she was going to break up with me, I desperately didn’t want to let her see me cry.

“We’ve only been together for a little over a month, so I feel a bit reticent in admitting this, but I’m in love with you, I’m sure of it.”

My jaw dropped open in response to her unexpected words, but I tried to remain calm and let her finish what she needed to say.

“I love what we have Melanie, you’re so tender and loving, I’ve never been in a relationship where I’ve felt so much affection.”

As much as I tried to control it, her beautiful words were bringing tears to my eyes.

“But, you can’t ever ask me to participate, or in any way be a part, of what you let him do to you. I could never hurt someone that I love, that’s just not me. If you want to do these things with James, then I’ll try to be understanding and give you the space you need. But this is something that you’ll have to get from him, not me.”

After hearing her words, I immediately broke down crying. It was almost too much to emotionally process. What James and I had done, its physical effects on my body, him leaving, and then Gianna telling me that she was in love with me. It was just too much to hold in.

“I love you too, so much,” I stammered out, between the falling tears.

When she saw me begin to cry, she instantly pulled me to her and we melted together and kissed passionately, our tongues gently playing in each other’s mouths. Just feeling her next to me, holding me, meant the world to me, she always seemed to know exactly what to say and do.

I knew Gianna had feelings for me, but I never thought she felt the same way for me as I did for her. We broke the kiss and held each other tenderly for several minutes until we finally parted and just held hands.

“I’ll try to support you as much as I can Mel, but there might be things that we just won’t be able to talk about, like what James and you do when you are together.”