And now, “Vincent and Erin”, Part One.

Vincent looked longingly at the clock, just minutes before the day was over. He was done with his test early, and waited desperately for the time to end. He let his eyes wander over to his best friend, Erin, hard at work, poring over her own test. Allowing his mind to wander, he saw her clothes almost melting away, one by one. Lost in his own fantasies, he almost missed the bell.

”Shit!” he muttered as he gathered up his things. Snapped from his fantasy, Vincent didn’t realize he had gotten hard thinking of his best friend. Erin was, thankfully, walking out the door, so Vincent’s crude fantasies stayed his own for another day. He headed out to his own locker, and opened it up to find a small piece of paper fall out.

”Huh…what’s this?” Vincent mused over what turned out to be a small note.

“Hey, Vincent…do me a favor…stay at home tonight? I’m going to swing by and I really need to talk with you, you’re the only guy who ever listens to me.” Vincent could hear her voice slipping through her full, soft lips. He shook his head, starting to fantasize again.

Erin walked out of the school, stomach full of butterflies bigger than robins. She knew tonight would be the night she’d break the news to Vincent. She, too, began to daydream. His 6’2”, slightly muscular frame, dark brown eyes, and equally dark brown hair would not leave her mind. She felt her panties beginning to get moist and she giggled to herself. “Tonight’s going to be very fun…I hope.”

Once Erin got home, she made sure to grab a pair of handcuffs off her bedside table. A gift from a particularly abusive ex, they ended up coming in handy with future guys. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed seeing men held down. It made her feel…almost powerful.