Late Night Texting

After that I went home. On the way back, I notice the light still on in Jess' room over at her house. Curious. I would have thought she would be in bed by now. Or perhaps still out at the party. Either way, not home in her room.

Once I'm back at my parent's place though, I lazily start working my way towards bed. After a long day of school, DnD, getting in trouble, and basically all the crap that happened to me today, obviously once I reach my room the only thing to do is at once begin getting ready to sleep.

Just kidding. I spend, like, an hour fucking around on my phone.

For one thing, I notice that my phone had basically blown up with texts while I was gone. Wonderful. Just wonderful. The newest text is from Jess, only about an hour old. I decide to go with that first. Probably would explain why she's home in her room on the night of that party.

<I guess you're the smart one after all. Not going to Preston's was probably the right call.>

The was followed up by another text sent ten minutes later.

<Fucking bastard.>

I paused to considering how I would reply to that one. Of course, she was obviously distraught about something. Of course, Jess was my friend and I was concerned about her. But, is it wrong of me to admit I was half grinning at the thought of her getting into a fight with that...what did I call him before? "yuppie ass boat shoe wearing motherfucker"? Yeah. That's it. Fuck that guy.

I send off some generic condolences and fish for more gossip. Meanwhile, I move on to the next text that came in. This was from my friend from before. The Domme that I'm friends with. It was a picture of the girl she was on a date tied up in a somewhat sloppy looking rope harness.

<Fuck you, John. The rope worked fine.>

I met Polina online, as can be expected. I was trying to get with a girl over the internet. Normal nerd crap. It happened to be on this fetish dating site that happened to include locations. Fetlove or something. I forget what it's name is. Anyway, the two of us were both trying to top the same girl. It ended with an argument between us...

Halfway through said argument, we both just sort of realized that we both enjoyed each other far more then that dull girl we were fighting over anyway. After that we remained friends. Lots of shared hobbies and interests. Plus, having someone to talk to about dom issues and challenges is nice. Even if half the time she turns it into a dick waving contest.

<I didn't think you had it in you.> I sent back wryly. I could have been snarkier then that, surprise surprise, but after such a long night, I decided to keep it nice and light. <:P Well you should have. I'm killer queen. Gunpowder Gelatin and all!>

I just roll my eyes.

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