Chapter 26: The Reunion

Sara, my high school Dominatrix, moved out of state to Las Vegas after graduation. We remained friends on Myspace over the years but did not talk much.

Myspace was the original social media website for those who are under thirty. I would describe it as Facebook with freedom of speech. I had casually mentioned coming to hang out with Sara while on vacation in her area, but it never panned out.

After Sara, I dated a few women, but they all were very submissive and never really responded well to my kinks.

When Sara dominated me, I discovered that is really what I wanted. I wanted to date a Dominant woman. I was into Femdom.

It turns out open minded kinky dominant chicks are extremely hard to find even in this modern day of Me-Too feminism. I had discovered one in school, but I let her get away over some immature jealousy thing.

For years I wondered what Sara was up to. Once in a while I used to look up her photos on Myspace and fantasize she had become a Dominatrix after school. She had one photo from a Halloween party where she literally dressed in a costume that was not far off.

Then one day a few months after I had returned from New York, I just happen to notice on my Myspace feed that her location on her profile had changed. Sara was in town. I wrote to her on Myspace commenting I noticed she was back in town, and we should meet up sometime to smoke a bowl if she still smoked weed.

Truth be told, I did not even expect her to write me back. So, for that reason, I avoided checking my Myspace for several days, out of fear of disappointment.

It turns out she had written me back right away. Eventually I did read her message and was pleasantly surprised she wanted to hang out. I wrote her back and included my phone number.

Several hours later I received a text message that surprised the hell out of me.

"Do you still like women in Nurse outfits?"

I am not quite sure what I was thinking. This was either a prank or the absolute best-case scenario. I decided to push my luck. If anyone was going to be cool about my fetishes it was this chick. I was going to dive headfirst and hope I could swim. I responded with:

"Ya and I like Femdom now too."

There was no response for what felt like an eternity. I suddenly started regretting my decision to tell her I liked Femdom. What if she told people from our school. They would think I was weird. Then she responded.

"Sounds like fun."

Sara came over a few days later. I can remember walking out to meet her at her car and immediately falling for her. Time had been good to Sara, and she looked amazing. Her hair was blondish/orange with patches of purple. Which resembled one of my favorite things in the world, weed. 

She had a piercing on her lip. She was by no means a skinny girl, but her curves suited her. Overall, she gave off this supernatural aura that made you feel comfortable.

We smoked some weed at my house and Sara informed me that she liked smoking regularly but was having trouble finding a regular honest source. Her current friends always ripped her off knowing she had no other connections.

Funny enough her current source for weed was the guy I was jealous of years before in school. Jack and Jenny were still together believe it or not. Jack still considered himself a playboy and often cheated behind Jenny's back.

Jack thought he was clever and could rip Sara off because she had just moved back in town and did not know anyone else. Sara knew she was getting ripped off but could not do anything about it.

This was before legal weed in California and the Medical Marijuana gold rush. It could still be difficult to get good bud. I would not describe myself as a weed dealer. I was more someone who always aspired to smoke the best quality weed for myself and had extra I could occasionally help out a friend with.

I told her I could help her as not only did I have good local connections, but I also had a friend whose family owned a farm up north. Carson Santini. Every year he would come back down for a few months with pounds and pounds of high-quality weed. He always gave me some to keep on credit and tons to smoke for free.

I don't think Sara believed me about Carson or the farm but weeks later, you could not have planned it better.

Carson, without warning, randomly showed up at my house while Sara was there. Sure, enough he was his usual generous self.

Carson gave me an ounce. Then said the only other stuff he brought was hash and proceeded to smoke us out with hash bowls.

I lived up to one my legends and then some that day and I really thought Sara was impressed.

We hung out regularly for a few months and despite all that sexual talk, all we ever really did was make out and smoke weed. Apparently, she owned a sexy nurse costume from a past Halloween in Vegas. She had shown me pictures of her dressed in it. But had yet to wear it for me in person.

I was starting to become a little frustrated. I felt like she was constantly teasing me getting me turned on and excited but never actually crossing the line into sexual activity.

She had told me that she broke up with a boyfriend of three years prior to moving back to town so I naively assumed she needed some time before she was ready for that type of relationship.

Chapter 26: The Hero