An unexpected plea for help

You get an odd text from Vivian late Saturday morning.

• Vivian: Hey I know this is weird but can you check on my apartment? I got these cheap water sensors yesterday and they're going off. I'm sure it's nothing but could you check in?
• Vivian: I can't leave work and I asked Sandra but she hasn't replied.
• You: Sure, I was going to be there early anyways to set up remember. I'll just head over now.

There isn't actually much to set up. The real reason you had asked to arrive earlier was to hang out with Sandra (you haven't had a chance to go on a date with her yet because of conflicting schedules). Having just experienced your own albeit limited flood however, you don't mind helping Vivian avoid similar unpleasantness.

It takes only ten minutes to meet Vivian at her work and collect her keys. Soon enough, you are unlocking the door to the young women's apartment.

"Who's there?" calls out Sandra from her bedroom. Her voice sounds certainly startled, maybe even a little afraid of the sudden intruder, but also a little mental distant. Did you wake her up?

"It's Stephen," you call back. "Vivian got a notification from those water sensors."

"Is she with you?"

"No," you step into the kitchen but see it's appropriately dry, "she couldn't leave work, so she asked me to check it out. Any water in there?"

"N-no, I'm not wet. Dry as a, um, bone here," you hear from the bedroom, followed by a solitary electric bip.

There aren't any puddles to be found in the living room either, so you head towards the bedrooms.

The unmistakable creak of bed springs comes from Sandra's room then you hear her say with a twinge of panic, "please don't come in."

"I'm just checking Vivian's room."

Trying to respect your feminist friend's privacy, you take a quick peak into her room, but you're confident there are no leaks there. And the only thing of interest in the bathroom is the lingering lilac scent from Sandra's perfume and hair products.

Satisfied that the discount detectors are crying wolf, you text Vivian your lackluster findings and set about preparing for the evenings game. You're hopeful that the stunning sophomore will join you, or at least come out to say hi, but she doesn't. It feels a bit out of character for the usually sociable apple of your eye to remain shut in her room with only the sound of a strained mattress spring or the occasional electric beep to indicate her presence. You hope she isn't sick.

As you lay out your collection of miniatures, which will be used to represent creatures only vaguely related to their appearance tonight, your thoughts return to the most recent game you played with Sandra. Despite an anti-climactic die role, the solo session hand a tingle of excitement. Rae's decision to seek out her own bondage was intriguing to say the least, but here with Sandra's perfume lingering at the edge of senses, you mind wanders to what could have happened if the dice had been crueller. Being literally branded as a criminal, would make things difficult for the noble priestess; the city watch would be suspicious and eager to catch her in another illegal act. Your heart pounds hard with arousal as you imagine Sandra with her limbs pulled taut by heavy chains while hands roam her **** body under the pretense of looking for contraband.

You can't help but wonder what the conservative coed could be doing that she is so secretive about. If it was anyone else, you would assume masturbating, but its a little difficult to imagine the always elegant and somewhat naive Sandra hiking up her librarian skirts to ram a dildo up her pussy. Now that you think about it though, you can picture the shapely woman drawing a sensual bath to treat herself with some candlelit alone time. An implacable grating sound from Sandra's bedroom snaps you back to reality. It might be time to go before you give yourself a noticeable hard on.

"Alright, I'm heading out now," you yell as you get ready to leave and let Sandra get on with whatever private activities she has planned for the morning.

A storm of unexpected sounds ring from Sandra's room as she thrashes around twisting and straining whatever project has kept her attention captive all this time. The cacophony stops suddenly and is replaced by the sound of your straight laced crush muttering what could only be Hebrew curses under her breath. "Wait," she says with resignation, just as you reach the door. "Come to the bedroom please," she murmurs a trickle of desperation forming an audible lump in her throat.

You return to the hall significantly more curious this time, but before your footsteps reach her bedroom door, she calls out again.

"Stop! I-I really like you, and I hope... please don't think I'm too weird, okay?"

"You have nothing to fear," you reassure.

"Come in," she half whimpers.

There is a thick silence that follows, broken only by the sound of you opening her door. You step into the room and your jaw hits the floor.