You need to talk about this

Author's note: most of this thread was taken from chapters written by porneia, the changes I made were mostly for the sake of continuity.

“Wait,” you stop her before things get out of hand. “Before we go on, I have a confession to make.” You gently guide Sandra to the couch; she lets you sit her down as curious as she is confused. “While you were washing up, I looked through your notebook and saw those sketches you drew.” The sophomore's expressive face pales noticeably and you wish yet again that you hadn't discovered those drawings.

“So, you know?” Her voice is full of dread, and as you study her pale face you can't help but wonder how much of Rae's character and decisions had been driven by the pretty Sophomore's secret.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You answer relieved that she is not super pissed at you for violating her privacy.

Sandra hangs her head in shame. “My rabbi always says, 'your sin will find you out.' No one else knows my dark little secret. I've been able to keep it hidden until now.” Sandra's face is coloring, and you sense that she is on the edge of tears. “Girls aren't supposed to be into such things. At least not good girls.” After nervously fidgeting a bit she continues, “When I heard Viv complain about the sexist module you were using with **** girls and dungeons, I couldn't resist. I had to talk her into letting me join.” She pauses for a second before giving a rueful grin. “I'm the one who kept on pushing the game to be more . . . more . . .” Sandra hesitates before saying, “x-rated.” There is yet another moment of silence before she continues. “I kinda hoped that Rae would be captured and brought to the Overlord's dungeons and put in chains.” The silence in your apartment seemed to last forever.

“Please don't tell anyone!” Her voice is so soft you have to lean forward to hear her. “If anyone found out, I would just die. This is humiliating enough.” Sandra then goes silent again.

All this drama over a few pencil sketches is a little puzzling; is this some sort of strange act? If so, why? Vivian did tell you Sandra's family is deeply religious and the brown-eyed beauty, though easy going, is still a bit of a prude. You cross your legs hiding your erection, the last thing Sandra needs is to think that you are some sort of sex fiend.

“I won't lie, I am a bit surprised by this.” You decide to risk pushing the envelope a bit while keeping the tone friendly. “I would expect this from Brian, Saul and certainly David, but not you.” You smile and then joke, “What would your militant feminist roommate think? I guess she's not who you'd want to talk to about this.”

Sandra doesn't take to the joke but instead nervously holds her wrist for a second, while you let the silence go on.

“I guess, I should talk to someone.” Her voice trembles with the first syllable when she finally speaks. “I knew someday someone would catch me. I'm thankful it is you. You seem like a really decent guy, and it would be nice to finally share my dirty little secret and get everything off my chest.”

“Yes.” You nod, more out of juvenile excitement hearing the buxom brunette say, “get everything off my chest”, but you quickly recover. “We are friends, if you want to talk, I'm here to listen. But if you don't want too, that is fine too.”

Sandra nervously covers her torso with her arms as if she is naked in public and then slowly drops to her side. Though greatly enjoying the slight concerned gyrations of that most tempting buxom body you more and more are beginning to think Sandra is being honest and that you have hit upon something deep in her psyche.

“It started when I was I as a teenager,” the Library Science major begins her confession with her head hung low. “At a friend's sleepover we watched a movie called “Barbarian Queen. In the film there is segment when the beautiful queen is captured, stripped and tortured naked. It was the first time I watched a pornographic movie. For some reason, that brutal scene just captivated me. I watched it over and over again, until my mother caught me. I never saw her so angry. She told me that a woman has no greater gift than her purity and she ordered me to stand in a corner until my father got home, when I would get 'the tanning of my life.' I stood for over an hour, dreading each minute. When my father came home, he got into a big argument with my mother, he refused to spank me and sent me to my room. There . . . there . . .” Sandra hesitates to continue.

“Go on.” You try to hide the fascination and arousal in your voice, and the amusement that she called an R-Rated movies from the 1980's as "pornographic."

“I masturbated for the first time.” Sandra nearly whispers, humiliated to say those words out loud. “I don't know why I found that movie, or the excited terror of a spanking, so stimulating, but ever since that day I constantly wrestle with not indulging in my perversions. Even the works of Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis, I have twisted in my mind, imaging what would happen if Arwen was captured by orcs, or if Jadis the White Witch had captured Susan and Lucy instead of Edmond, or if Cair Paravel had been betrayed and overrun by Calormen dessert warriors. When I heard Vivian and Brian talk about your game it sounded so fascinating. And once I started to play, I have found it so . . . so . . . stimulating. I know I acted badly, I'm so sorry. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself.”

Sandra then looks directly at you with those gorgeous big brown eyes. “I'm such a bad person, I'm the one who should be punished, not Rae.”