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 were born after 2000. 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 was finally certain 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. She parked at the end of my block. 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.

I packed us each a bowl and we smoked some weed at my house like old times.

"I wasn't sure if you still smoked weed. You don't really have anything on your profile." I said to her.

"I like to smoke every day but right now I am having trouble finding a regular honest source." Sara told me.

"What do you mean?"

"My current friends always rip me off because they know I have no other connections." she added.

"Who do you get your weed from?" I asked.

"Jack and Jenny." Sara replied.

"Damn they're still together?" I said surprised.

"Yeah, and he is still up to his old tricks, fucking the whole neighborhood. She just lets him get away with it now."

"That's crazy!"

"I know they are ripping me off; I just don't have anyone else to get weed from!"

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.

"Well, I guess you are in luck. Not only do I have good local connections, but I also have a friend named Carson whose family owns a farm up north."

"Every year he comes back down to the South Bay for a few months with pounds and pounds of high-quality weed. He always gives me some to keep on credit and tons to smoke for free."

"Really?" Sara replied looking at me skeptically.

I don't think Sara believed me about Carson or the farm.

"So, what was with the question about me liking nurses?" I asked Sara playfully.

"I was a nurse last year for Halloween. I definitely thought about you while I was wearing the costume. Who knows, maybe I will put it on for you one day!"

"Do you have any pictures?" I questioned.

"Not on me!" she replied.

I started selling Sara weed and we started hanging out regularly. She was back living with her grandparents which made it hard for her to smoke at home.

"You can come over and smoke with me, whenever I am off work!" I told her.

And she did.

One day, a few weeks after Sara and I reunited, Carson, without warning, randomly showed up at my house while Sara was there. Sure, enough he was his usual generous self. Carson fronted me an ounce.

"I just fronted you all the weed I have with me, but I brought some really good hash for us to smoke." Carson told us.

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

Sara and I 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.

"While I was in Vegas I dated Tommy for three years. Now that I am single, I am not looking for anything serious right away." Sara told me one night as we made out.

I kind of just assumed that meant she was down to be friends with benefits and did not want to put an official title on our relationship. Maybe she wanted to take things slow before we had sex.

Chapter 26: The Hero