Claire: setting the trap

Author's note: You're going to have to give me some grace for backstory inconsistencies here. You already know Claire and Ramya do Crossfit together. This fun path assumes (and you're just now being told) that they have been training jiu-jitsu together also for a couple months at least, Ramya a little longer. Many Crossfit gyms co-locate with BJJ. For those of you nerds that train, this is a more informal BJJ gym that trains no-gi.

Tanner calls on Tuesday, exactly three days after the party. He's traveling on business over the weekend, so I get a date lined up for the following Tuesday. Yay!

I already had a date lined up with a new guy from the apps the night Tanner called — one I set before the party. I don't cancel. Ramya's advice about growth opportunities wins out, plus I don't want to put too much pressure on hopes for Tanner. After an hour of surprisingly good conversation, I suck his dick and swallow his load. I even find another creative way to keep my pussy virgin for now... but that's a story for another time.

Since I couldn't let my date near my virgin pussy, I'm doing my usual post-date ritual of rubbing out an orgasm at home. I retrieve dilator #4 and slip it in. One-inch in diameter, not as thick as Ramya stretched me, but comfortable fullness that makes it hotter.

Normally I'd fantasize about getting railed by a hung black guy while clenching around something in my pussy. That fantasy always gets me off fast.

Instead, my mind drifts to the soft kiss I gave Ramya at my door last week. To how intimate it felt when she slowly worked those progressively bigger dilators into me to prep for the party. Her hands on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine while I masturbated in front of her. Her imperfect but amazing large breasts she allowed me to see. I trust her completely. And fuck... I love that she wants so badly to be the one who finally pops my cherry with that huge dildo.

I've never seen Ramya's pussy. She never talks about her own sex life, never shares details about the men she's been with or how she likes to fuck. Tonight my imagination fills in every blank. In my fantasy I'm wearing a harness, gripping her hips as I slowly push that thick black dildo into my mentor. I'm the one making her moan, the one finally turning the tables after her teasing me about "finishing my deflowering." The power rush is instant. I orgasm in seconds, clenching hard around the dilator.

My mind clears as the orgasm dies down. Why not let her use the dildo on me? She deserves to see me pop more than any man. But I want something in return. It's not fair that Ramya plays the mentoring card every time I want to learn more about her sex life or see her body. Her fingers and kisses have made me curious, and I have every intention of acting on it!

An idea takes shape in my mind, a way to give back for all she has done for me. A way also to remove some of her carefully-guarded mystique. I spend the rest of the evening and in the shower the next morning working out the details. It's a long shot, and I have to spend money. I've never done anything like this, and Ramya will probably balk.

Or, it could be the hottest night of my life, and my mentor might love it. It's a risk.

I decide to go for it. I spend the next two days buying what I need second-hand and preparing my apartment.

It has to be Friday, since Ramya has a date Saturday. One thing making my odds of success higher is we usually hang out at my place Friday after a long work week anyway, so there's an expectation we'll be together in some fashion. We typically have a couple drinks, and Ramya listens to me talk about my week and gives mentoring. We take turns cooking for each other.

When she texts me at the usual time just before dinner, I video call her. "Hey can I show you something?" I ask when I see she's in her apartment. I pull up my shirt and make sure to fill the camera view with my breasts.

"Now you're just showing off," she teases.

"I like sharing my body with you," I say. have her attention now. "Ramya, are you on your period?" I ask innocently.

"No," she scoffs. "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Do you trust me?"

She laughs. "Not when you ask like that. But I'm curious, so yeah, sure."

"Come over when you're ready. No makeup. I suggest a ponytail. And this is critical: wear a two-piece bathing suit under your clothes."

"Um... it's winter time. It just started snowing, Claire."

"Well just stay home if it's too much trouble or sounds weird. Whatever," I tease.

"Oh I'm coming for sure now," Ramya says. "I haven't seen this much enthusiasm from you in... ever."

"Great. One more thing. That expensive tequila you were gifted that you never opened? Take exactly one shot now. I want to taste it on you if we kiss. Door is unlocked, come on in and see you soon."

At least I got her to agree to come. How she reacts when she gets here is a whole separate problem.

An hour later, her text says she's on the way. I take a shot myself for courage.

When Ramya opens the door, her eyes go wide. Everything has changed. The lighting is dim. I have two black light UV bulbs and several other exotic hues staged on the perimeter. All my furniture is moved to the small kitchenette. Cheap red and black mats fill the living room, the kind that cover a garage gym but also can serve as grappling mats in a pinch over carpet. There's just enough space in the empty living room for us to go to war.

Her shocked eyes eventually find me, standing on the opposite side of the mat in a two-piece bikini. It's yellow, but the black light turn it a crazy iridescent hue.

Ramya arches a brow, calmly closes the door behind her and locks it, slips out of her boots and undoes the strap on the waist of her overcoat. She slides out of it and hangs it on the door knob.

She's standing in a dark green two-piece bikini, which in normal light would match her eyes and complement her Indian skin tones perfectly. Her breasts are firmed up in a supportive top, and her bottom could be anything since I can't see her butt.

"Alright, what exactly did I shave my bikini line for?" she asks.

She sees my hands behind my back and the mischievous grin. I reveal the Outlaw Dildo I'm hiding, already in the strap-on harness I ordered, and I toss the Big Black Cock to the middle of the mat.

"Submission-only," I say. "No points, no timer. We go until someone taps out. Winner fucks the loser."

For the first time since I've known her, Ramya is speechless.

"Ramya, are you blushing?" I tease.

She scoffs twice, waits a long time before answering. "You know I'm going to win."

"Probably," I admit. "But I have a lot more to lose. Only one of us is going to stain the mat red when that thing slides in..." I tilt my head, eyes narrowing playfully. "Unless you're keeping secrets from me. What are you so afraid of?"

She hesitates, starts to say something, then changes her mind, waffles. Finally, "I'm impressed. Game on, Claire. You're going down."