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As some of you have no doubt noticed, I've been away for a while. This
was due to a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the
stunning birth of the most beautiful baby girl in the world, my
daughter. Needless to say, she asserted herself in the Dragon
household and has been running the place, leaving precious little time
for such mundane tasks as posting semi-erotic fiction.

Having said that, let's continue. First some obligatory preamble, then
onto the new story.

This was meant to be an experimental piece. I'm not really sure what
it is all about, so I guess you'll have to let me know what you think
of it.

This story contains adult situations. Minors need not apply.

This story also contains sexual situations between male/female and
female/female participants. It is all consensual. It also contains
some descriptions of light bondage. Having said this, I'm not sure if
this story really qualifies as erotica. Nevertheless, if any of this
is going to offend, then you know what to do. Lots of ways to delete a
file.

I originally envisioned three parts to this story. Whether I ever
write or post the other two, I suppose is for time to tell. This piece
is independent, though, so that shouldn't affect your reading.

This story was proof-read by Munk and Mike Ink and Mat. I am indebted
to them for their wonderful suggestions and their comments. But, as
always, they are free of blame for this writing. I take full
responsibility for errors herein.

As always, this story may be archived provided that no charge
(including AVS systems) are placed in the way of access. This story
may not, under any circumstances, be used in a capacity that can be
construed as procuring business. You may not change the story in any
way. If you are going to repost or feature it on a free website, I'd
appreciate knowing about it. Of course, if you are going to repost it,
please maintain appropriate authorship credit, and this preamble. If
you have any questions about this policy, please contact the author at
the address below.

Comments are welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com

My previous musings, for those interested, are available free of
charge at:

http://www.asstr.ml.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

- Crimson


Colours of the Soul (MF, FF, cons, light bond, colours)

(c) August 1998 - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)


It was an unusual rainbow, the colours shifting in iridescent
patterns, in blatant defiance of physics, dancing with the sinking
sun. The band of colour had formed after a brief afternoon shower,
prismed into existence as the sun settled to shine brightly beneath
the swollen overcast. The fiery spectrum sparked once and settled into
a red as fierce as a ruby upon the finger of a princess.

               ---===***===---

"Have you ever been tied up?" Brian asked her, smirking from behind
his Styrofoam coffee cup.

Jaime shivered slightly, almost afraid to answer. She nodded her head
affirmatively, her eyes glancing nervously around the coffee shop.

"Really?" he asked. A look of surprise graced his strong features.

She nodded again, shyly, unsure of what he was asking. He joked around
far more than he was serious. It was one of the reasons she was dating
him.

He laughed, the surprise melting off his face. "I don't mean cowboys
and Indians in the old neighbourhood when you were ten years old."

She swallowed heavily. She wanted to tell him, but she had never
admitted it to anyone. Not even to her female confidantes. Not even to
her roommate. To nobody. She shook her head.

He looked at her strangely, his eyes glittering in amusement. This was
another game to him. Nothing more. She sighed inwardly. His game meant
far more to her.

"My brother, the big idiot, used to tie me up occasionally, usually to
keep me out of his way. He wanted to bring over a girl and didn't want
me to tease him, or maybe he didn't want me to walk in on him."

Brian cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes bright.

Jaime gathered her courage and took a deep breath. She glanced once
more around the coffee shop and determined that even the closest
tables couldn't hear her if she whispered.

"But he never tied me up without my clothes."

***

Jaime lay quietly on the bed, not having much choice. She idly scanned
the discoloured ceiling above her as she waited not so patiently for
Brian to return.

Tentatively, she pulled at the soft cord which encircled her wrists
and ankles, holding her deliciously to the bed. She knew that she
presented a picture, completely naked, stretched out, and helpless.
She wished that she could see herself, wished that the closet door
mirror were closer. She sighed inwardly, resigned to her limited view
of the rise of her bare breasts and her poking nipples.

She took a deep breath through her nose. Even if she tried to call
out, her voice wouldn't carry through the heavy dorm room door. Even
if the red rubber ball wasn't wedged behind her teeth. She pulled at
her ankles, flexing her toes. She could see her toes above her breasts
if she lifted her head. She shivered as she considered that Brian
would probably suck gently on her toes. She normally squirmed away
when he did that to her, but today she wouldn't be able to.

She'd practically begged him to do this to her. She wanted to be
restrained, had fantasised about it since the coffee shop. The
butterflies of anticipation fluttered about aimlessly in her insides.
Her body was drenched in anticipation. Brian would return from his
five minute run to the pharmacy, and open her door, his bright blue
eyes shining at her predicament. He'd tease her, make love to her,
perhaps leave her again, perhaps sit quietly and watch her. She didn't
mind what he did, as long as he satisfied her. Eventually.

Her body throbbed as she glanced around the room. She was aware of
herself, especially her exposed nipples and between her spread thighs.
She strained, half wanting to rise and surprise Brian with a hug and a
kiss, and half wanting to stay exactly where she was. The anticipation
was killing her. A low moan escaped around the intrusion wedged in her
mouth.

She watched the bright red numerals flash beside the small bed. He'd
only been gone four minutes, but it seemed like eternity. She could
feel her heart hammering uncontrollably in her chest. What if he
didn't come back? What if there was a fire drill? Did they do a room
check in the case of a fire drill? She shouldn't have nodded when he
told her that he needed to go to the drug store. But she had wanted to
be alone for a while. It was part of the game. She'd been alone when
her brother had bound her so long ago. She had felt exactly like this.
Hot and bothered and unable to do anything whatsoever about it.
Delicious anticipation. Of course, back then, she'd been forced to
satisfy herself after everyone else went to sleep, and after she'd
been freed. This time it would be different.

She glanced around the room, trying to distract herself. Ellen's side
of the room was neat and tidy in sharp contrast to her own. She could
see Ellen's clothing neatly folded and lying atop Ellen's chest of
drawers. The floor on Ellen's side of the room was spotless. Jaime's
clothing was strewn across the floor by her bed - underwear, jeans,
skirts and blouses a rainbow of colour across the worn carpet.

After Ellen had left, Brian had watched quietly as she had dropped the
short red skirt and blouse from her body, adding them to the general
disarray. He'd watched her with diffused light reflecting from those
blue eyes of his. He'd watched as she stripped for him, and then
offered herself, body and soul to the restraints. The red skirt and
blouse radiated their colour from amongst her other clothing,
beckoning her to gather them up and put them back on. She couldn't,
even if she wanted to.

Jaime tried to ignore the throbbing through her bound body. Ellen had
left after a happy phone call about a half hour ago, promising to be
out all night with some new guy named Steve. At that point, Brian and
Jaime had exchanged knowing glances and smiled. Ellen had smiled as
well, knowing full well what they would be up to in her absence. Jaime
reflected ruefully, Ellen had only known part of it. She glanced at
the clock again, feeling the odd sensations of moving her head with
her gagged mouth.

Six minutes. She shivered. Brian should be back any minute. The
pharmacy was on campus, only a three-minute walk.

She was humming to herself through the gag when she heard the door
rattle. Jaime felt the heat flood through her system, anticipating the
look on Brian's face, anticipating the touches, the caresses. She
closed her eyes, pulling gently at her restraints.

She heard the click of the key in the lock, and the door swung slowly
open. She tried to smile around her gag, and began to open her eyes,
ready to flutter them prettily at Brian.

Instead, her eyes flew wide open at the startled female gasp which
emanated from the open doorway. Ellen stood framed by the arch of the
door, her jaw dropped and her body trembled.

"Jaime?" Ellen spoke quietly. Confusion laced her voice.

Jaime flushed from her bare toes to the tip of her nose. She could
feel the flood of crimson rise through her bare skin. She pulled
frantically against the ropes. She couldn't get enough air. Her
arousal was gone; it hadn't faded, it had flown away like a frightened
sparrow. Her cry was muffled by the damned red ball in her mouth.

Ellen's face was a mask of grief, tears flowing freely down her
cheeks. The tears were there before the sight of Jaime, caused by
something else, not Jaime's position, not her humiliation. Ellen was
barely looking at her. She seemed almost preoccupied. Jaime moaned
through her gag, wanting desperately to be anywhere but here. She
could feel her openness and her exposure like she was on display,
which she supposed she was. She simply wasn't supposed to be on
display for Ellen.

Ellen managed to control her tears for a moment, concern and confusion
flashing to replace the dismay on her face.

"Are you all right?" she asked tentatively, her voice quivering. She
remained in the open doorway making no move to approach the bound
girl. She stammered, "I ... I saw Brian ... he didn't answer when I
called to him. I ... thought you were alone. I mean, you are alone,
but ..." She furtively glanced over her shoulder as if expecting
someone.

Jaime wanted a blanket, or clothing, or to be free of the ropes. She
wished that she were in Florida or somewhere far away. At least, she
wished futilely, she wanted the rubber out of her mouth, to explain
herself. But even if the ball wasn't between her teeth, what could she
possibly say? She was anything but all right.

Fighting her deep flush, Jaime slowly nodded, silently telling Ellen
that she wasn't in danger. She couldn't do much else.

Ellen inhaled sharply and blushed as realisation of her trespass
flooded into her face. "I ... I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

She turned and fled. The door closed quietly behind her.

Jaime lay her head back and moaned through her gag.

***

She was looking forward to his return, but for different reasons now.
Her eyes snapped eagerly to look at the door as she heard rustling at
the knob. Ellen had disappeared only a few minutes ago, but it seemed
like an eternity she had lain here alone and helpless.

"Hi babe! You look good enough to eat," Brian remarked jovially as he
entered the small dorm room. He was carrying a non-descript paper bag,
probably with the protection that they both favoured. His smile was
easy, and eager.

Jaime opened her eyes and mewled through the rubber filling her mouth.
She pulled desperately at her bonds.

"Feisty?" Brian grinned at her.

"Mmmmppppphhhhh," even her full scream of frustration fell muffled
into the room.

He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, between her
outstretched arm and her thigh. He traced her bare breast with a
fingertip, then slipped down her tight skin over her ribs and then
toyed with her fine pubic hair.

She cried out again, trying to put anguish into her mewls. She fought
against the ropes, finally getting his attention again to her face.

She couldn't help it, the tears began. Large silent tears coursed down
her cheeks.

At her tears, he finally realised something was amiss.

"You don't want to do this anymore?" he asked her.

Angrily, she shook her head. Immediately, he lifted her head and began
to work at the clasp of the gag. When it was free, she pushed it out
with her tongue. It fell beside her throat on the bedsheets. She could
feel the leather lightly tickling her neck.

"What's the matter?" he asked. His fingers fumbled with the bonds
around her left wrist. He was stroking the skin where it disappeared
under the ropes more than he was attempting to free her.

Her dismay at Ellen's entrance had transformed to anger. Her eyes
flashed ruby as she fought to control the tendrils of irrational
emotion.

Her voice bit at him. "You ... I ... fuck ... Ellen fucking came in.
She saw me. Like this."

Brian pulled back from her, leaving her still bound.

"She did? Didn't she have a date?" he looked surprised but unconcerned.

"She was supposed to. Shit. She saw me like this, tied up like some
sort of slut ... like some sort of animal. Let me out. Now."

"Babe. Calm down. You wanted to do this, not me."

"The hell you didn't. You led me to this with your joking around. I'm
sorry I ever told you. Let me out. Now. I don't want to do this."

"I do," Brian spoke quietly, making no move to release her.

Jaime lay stunned for a moment, not quite believing what she'd heard.
A moment later, fear flashed through her mind. Images of her being
raped flooded through her head. Images of her struggling against her
bonds. Images of Ellen's quiet scepticism. Ellen had seen her bound,
but she'd told Ellen nothing was wrong. She was probably the biggest
pervert ever, in Ellen's eyes. Her heart hammered in her chest,
threatening to jump out between her heaving breasts.

Jaime lowered her voice, fighting the rising butterflies of fright,
making her tone as menacing as she could.

"Let me go. Now. And then get out." Even to her ears, she could hear
the frightened waver in her voice.

Brian looked at her, letting his eyes wander from her toes to her hips
to her breasts and finally to her face. She was squirming, pulling at
the knots, fighting with them. He traced her bare breast once more
with his finger, touching the sensitive but no longer erect nipple.
She flinched, hoping that he wouldn't re-gag her if he was going to
rape her. At least she could scream without the gag. Maybe someone
would hear.

He let his index finger trace down her body, circling her belly button
and lightly stroking her sex. She shivered at the touches and closed
her eyes, squeezing out the remaining tears.

"Please, Brian, let me go. I don't want to do this anymore." Even to
her, her voice didn't sound completely sincere. "I have to find Ellen."

He looked up at her face remaining silent, his finger still lightly
caressing her private parts. She cringed, the sensations doing nothing
beyond irritating her.

"You can't do this to me." Brian spoke to her as he might a child.

At first, she was puzzled, caught in disbelief. Couldn't do what to
him? Then it dawned on her what he was saying. "I can, and I will. Let
me free. Now." She tried again to control her anger and fright. She
was so damn helpless, and she wanted her freedom more than anything
else in the world.

He sighed, a long heavy sigh. His face flashed indecision and a touch
of anger. He didn't want to stop, and like a child, he was petulant.
He dropped away from her and knelt on the floor beside the bed. He
looked down at her.

"You really do want out, don't you? What happened to our plans?"

"Ellen happened to them." She felt her disappointment and it
translated into bitterness and anger at Brian. She was going to offer
to continue later, when she felt better, but the feelings caused by
his unrelenting advances hadn't faded yet, even though he'd stopped
touching her body. She lay back her head into the pillow and stared at
the ceiling. She wasn't sure she wanted to be this helpless, at least
with Brian, ever again.

"This isn't part of the game anymore, is it?" his frustration was
apparent in his poise and his voice.

"What the hell do you think?" she lashed out at him in the only way
she could, her eyes flashing. She was getting tired of the gentle
approach. She was afraid that he wouldn't stop, take her anyway. Leave
her there for Ellen to free whenever she returned. She couldn't do
much to stop him.

He took a deep breath and traced up her bare leg again, caressing her
skin in a gesture that she'd normally enjoy and welcome. His fingers
strayed to the inside of her thigh. This time it felt forced, and she
tried to pull her leg away, unsuccessfully.

"Brian, please," she finally fell into begging, her tears beginning
again from her reddened eyes. She held herself as stiffly as she
could, not encouraging him, holding her anger and fear in check. She
shuddered despite her control.

He swallowed heavily and reluctantly began to loosen her left wrist.
The knots she couldn't reach came free easily for him, and soon her
hand was no longer an extension of the bed. She covered her breasts as
best she could with her free hand and turned her face toward him.

"Get out. Now."

"Jaime ..."

"Out."

He rose to his feet and walked slowly to the door. At the door, he
turned to her, his face showing the first signs of true anger. He was
still carrying the useless pharmacy bag.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled but it didn't sound sincere. She could tell
that he all really wanted to do was call her a "bitch" and then leave
her. It was written across his face.

Turning her head away from him, she fought to control her rising
anger. She didn't want to yell at him, but anything she said now, even
with the best of intentions, was going to be hurtful. Visibly
struggling, she managed to keep her impotent flush at bay. She felt
his eyes, like eels, travel her bare body once more, and then she
heard the door snick shut leaving her alone.

She let out her breath, and finally allowed herself to really cry.

               ---===***===---

As the sun continued its slow descent to transcendence with the
horizon, the rainbow shivered again, shimmering from bright crimson
into an emerald green risen from the depths of Neptune.

               ---===***===---

It had taken awhile, but she had managed to free herself. If Brian had
freed her other hand, or she were left-handed, it probably would have
been easier.

After tossing aside the last cord, she had curled up on the bed and
cried until there were no more tears. At last, she had slowly risen to
her bare feet, and pulled on clothing from the floor. Blue jeans, a
light green blouse, ankle socks, and Nikes.

She ran most of the way to the central library on campus, her running
shoes pattering through the twilight. The sky above her glowed with a
soft emerald light as the sun began its descent below the horizon. The
motionless evening air surrounded her and filled her senses with
newfound freedom and relief.

She glanced around the nearly deserted library lobby - only a few
freshmen hunched into carrels.

One girl looked up briefly at Jaime's breathless entry. She was a
young girl, probably eighteen, blonde. She quickly looked away, but it
was enough for Jaime.

"Excuse me," Jaime spoke in a hushed voice.

The girl's eyes travelled to the red marks around Jaime's wrists but
she didn't comment. To Jaime, at least, the marks were like a brand;
everyone could tell what she had been doing. She flushed slightly and
held her hands behind her back, moving the telltale marks out of
sight. The girl's eyes travelled to Jaime's face, ignoring the flush
rising there, but taking in the bloodshot eyes.

"I'm looking for a friend of mine. Would have come in here about
twenty minutes ago, crying maybe? Short. Blonde hair." Jaime tried to
keep her voice steady.

"I think I saw her. Don't know where she went, though." The girl
looked uncomfortable, making connections in her mind that may not have
appealed to her conventional views of society.

It was enough that Ellen was in the library. Jaime thanked the
bewildered freshman and walked swiftly to the elevators. The wait was
interminable, and Jaime had impatiently moved towards the stairs, when
the elevator doors rattled opened. She stepped inside and pressed the
numeral six, the top floor of the building. The ride up was slow but
no other students joined her.

She glided out of the elevator, and glanced around. The top floor
appeared deserted and quiet. But then, libraries normally were quiet.

She began to walk the familiar route toward the east side of the
stacks. All the aisles were deserted. Jaime turned down the last
aisle, walking slowly towards the windows. Her running shoes squeaked
as they moved across the tile, the noise shrill through the silence.

"I'm over here," a quiet voice spoke off to the right. Jaime turned
and spotted a pair of bare legs in the shadow of a study carrel. A
pair of running shoes was placed neatly beneath the chair.

As she approached the carrel, Jaime heard a deep sigh.

"I'm getting predictable. You found me," Ellen spoke from behind the
enclosed study desk.

Jaime lowered herself into the chair beside Ellen. Now that she was
here, she had no idea what to say to her roommate. The silence
stretched into an uncomfortable void.

"Jaime, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that. I ... I was upset
and didn't think. I ... knew what you were up to tonight. I'm sorry I
ruined it."

Jaime recoiled in surprise. No mention of the bondage. No mention of
her kinkiness. No accusing voice. No wanting out of the rooming
arrangement.

Jaime couldn't find her tongue. It was caught somewhere between her
molars and her front teeth, immobile.

After a moment of silence, Ellen ventured another quick word.

"What happened? Why are you here? I wasn't expecting you for hours. Is
Brian pissed?"

Jaime licked her lips, feeling the tears again.

"He ... he was going to rape me, I think, after I wanted out. After
you ... surprised me. I'm not sure, but I think he's pissed at me."
Ellen looked up, her face still tear streaked from something inside
herself. Her eyes grew wide, and she shuddered.

"He was going to rape you? Like ... that? Oh my God. Why didn't you
tell me when I came in? He didn't, did he?" Her own tears had ceased
for now and her face was a mask of anger and pain. Jaime provided her
something else to concentrate on.

Jaime shook her head. "He didn't. Thank god. I have no idea why. Maybe
I managed to shake him up. I was pretty angry." She flushed deeply. "I
... let him tie me up. It ... was after you walked in that I wanted
out and he wouldn't stop."

"You must be shaken up."

"A little. Mostly angry. I'm all right. At least I am physically." She
flushed again, examining her wrists. "Other than a few rope burns."

Ellen sighed, reassured. She bent her head back down and pretended to
be reading the thick book on the desk in front of her.

"Aren't you going to ask why I was like that?" Jaime asked tentatively.

Ellen looked up, her face red. "I ... I know what you were doing. And
why. It's all right. I understand. It's normal as far as I'm concerned
and I won't tell anyone. I just didn't know that ... you liked that
kind of stuff. Now I do."

Jaime breathed a huge sigh of relief, mostly because Ellen didn't
think she was completely insane. Ellen looked back to her book
quickly, avoiding further discussion of the matter. Jaime glanced over
Ellen's shoulder.

"The collected works of Shakespeare? Again? Last time it was your
break up with Anthony, and you were reading Romeo and Juliet. Only
that time it took me hours to find you. I didn't even know you liked
Shakespeare."

Ellen looked up, tears flooding back into her eyes.

"It was Anthony again. I ... I saw him at the theatre ... with another
girl. She ... looked a little like me. Then Steve ... the guy I was
there with ... noticed me staring and he got pissed at me.
Understandably. I told Steve to go to hell," Ellen smiled ruefully.
"Quite a pair tonight, aren't we? At least you still have your guy."

"I'm not so sure about that. And my guy was about to rape me. I'll
trade you any day. Anthony might be an insensitive lout, but no means
no to him, at least." The girls lapsed into silence. After a time,
Jaime rose and hunted down the familiar stacks, running her finger
over the dusty book spines. She pulled out a volume and returned to
Ellen. She settled into the chair beside her, kicked off her running
shoes, and opened the collected works of Keats.

"Keats?" Ellen asked softly.

Jaime nodded, and felt the tears begin again. She watched as the first
moisture dripped from her chin, splashing gently onto Keats. The words
of the poet blurred, but she kept reading anyway.

***

She hadn't heard from Brian all week. She'd left a few messages for
him with his roommate and had even taped one to his door. But the
phone remained stubbornly silent. She was distracted, but she
persevered, gamely going out to the BombShelter with Ellen after
class, hoping that Brian would show up. They needed to talk. After
sleeping, and awakening to her bed that still had rope attached to the
bedposts, she needed to know what he'd intended that night with her.
What would have happened? Whether it was part of his game, or whether
he really would have raped her if she'd given less resistance? She
wasn't sure how she felt anymore. Confusion dominated her thoughts.
Maybe she had led him on, even with her denials. She had to talk to him.

She shook herself out of a daydream and picked up the phone. Calculus
could wait. Ellen, already in her bright green nightgown, was brushing
out her blonde hair while she read her assignment for the next day.
Ellen glanced up at her, and sighed.

"The guy tried to rape you," Ellen spoke quietly. "Leave it, forget
him."

"I need to know," Jaime replied softly as she punched the numbers on
the phone. It rang three times before it was picked up.

"Jaime?" the voice on the other end of the phone wasn't Brian. Ted,
his roommate, was an art major, pierced and purple haired. She liked
him well enough, but at the moment, Brian was using him to screen
calls. She was sure of it.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"I didn't, but you are the only one to ever call here."

"Can I speak to Brian, please?"

Ted sighed and spoke gently. "Jaime, Brian isn't here right now."

"He is. Please let me talk to him?"

Another sigh. "Jaime, darling. This time he isn't, truly. Which is why
I'm going to level with you. Brian would kill me if he knew that I'd
talked to you. OK?"

She mumbled non-commitally.

"Darling, I like you, and I wish that Brian wasn't such an idiot. For
your sake. You are far too nice to put up with his shenanigans. You
deserve better than him. He's been seeing another girl."

The silence stretched until Ellen spoke softly, from the other side of
the room.

"Is everything all right, Jaime?" she asked.

Jaime swallowed heavily. Ellen's voice brought her out of a shocked
trance and crashing headlong back into reality. She spoke quietly into
the phone.

"Ted. How long?"

"About a month maybe two. I'm sorry, Jaime."

"It's OK. I should have known."

"Take care, Jaime. Take care."

She settled the receiver into the cradle and lay back on her bed,
staring at nothing. Ellen tentatively lowered herself to Jaime's bed
and touched her shoulder. Jaime rolled over, away from Ellen, hiding
her face. She felt the other girl rise off the bed and return to her
own bed across the room. The lights extinguished as Ellen crawled
between her sheets.

"Good-night," Ellen whispered into the silent room.

***

She'd begged the guy to tie her up. She'd told him things that nobody
else in the world knew. She'd slept with him. She'd even loved him.
And he was seeing another woman the whole time. She'd trusted him,
dammit, more than anyone else in the world.

Waves of jealousy intermixed with anger and envy flowed through her.
She could feel the tingles and the mixture of the emotions flooding
her senses.

The other girl was with him, probably right now, perhaps dancing,
perhaps making love, her nails scratching down his back. It wasn't fair.

The first tear slipped from her eyes into the darkness, falling
unheeded to the sheets.

Ellen lay awake silently, trying not to hear the gentle sobs from
Jaime's side of the room.

               ---===***===---

As the sun caressed the water with its ethereal rays, the rainbow
began to fade. In a flash of light, the moisture in the air picked up
the reflection from the calm ocean. Dazzling blue, as bright as a
sapphire, the rays blazed across the sky in a last attempt to light
the unseeing world.

               ---===***===---

They sat at a small table for two, sipping Rickard's Red. They hadn't
spoken much since he'd picked her up from her dorm room. Ellen had
raised an eyebrow at his appearance, but hadn't said anything.

"Jaime, I've already apologised a million times for not calling you
back. I was busy. School. Remember?"

She sat back in her chair and regarded Brian. It had been his looks
that had attracted her, originally. She was sure of it. Even now, he
was physically attractive to her, his blue eyes shining in the dim
light. His easy voice sounded so sincere and believable.

She took a deep breath. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I've explained that as well. I thought it was part of the game. I
thought you wanted me to plow through resistance."

She sighed. "Maybe I did. And maybe it's my fault. I don't know. I
didn't have the right to get that angry with you. I was the one who
begged you to tie me up in the first place." She glanced around,
self-conscious of the intimate small room. Other patrons could
probably hear her, but this time at least, they weren't on campus. She
could raise a few eyebrows without too much concern of what other
students thought of her. "And it isn't your fault that Ellen came back
early."

Brian sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Back to being friends, at least?" he asked her.

Jaime pursed her lips. She had hoped to hold off discussion until
after the show.

"Can we talk about this later? More privately?"

A huge grin took over Brian's face. "How much more privately?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter," she replied with an edge to her
voice.

His smile dropped a notch. "We can try it again, if you like. We can
talk about it with you tied down on a bed. We can ensure that there
aren't interruptions. I promise not to leave you again." His grin was
playful.

She looked up sharply at him. His eyes sparkled with that easy sense
of humour she had always loved. How had she ever mistaken that sparkle
for caring about her? Anger flooded her again. She fought it, but her
mouth engaged before she was able to stop it.

"What about your other girl? Shall we tie her down as well? Maybe on
top of me? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Brian's smile dropped twenty notches and shock registered across his
face.

"Does she look like me?" Jaime couldn't stop herself, her voice
rising. "Does she FUCK like me? Does she let you tie her to the bed?"

Heads turned across the small theatre. A few people coughed nervously.

Brian swallowed heavily and turned red.

Jaime hissed at him, "Where did you meet her? When were you going to
introduce us? Who is she?"

Brian took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Jaime. You weren't supposed to find out. Ted told you,
didn't he?"

"I found out. You were going to rape me, weren't you?" Her voice
startled an elderly couple next to them.

Brian spoke in a whisper. "Christ. Keep your voice down. I didn't rape
you. And even if I had had sex with you, it wouldn't have been rape."

She felt like slapping him. She felt like throwing the rest of her
beer in his face. She felt like crying.

"I was tied down, yes, by my choice. But that doesn't give you the
right to have sex with me, or even to touch me, if I say no," she
whispered at him angrily.

She began to rise to her feet, ready to get the bartender to call her
a cab.

Brian was faster, rising to his feet, an angry flush rising on his
cheeks. She sat back down quickly, hurting her bottom as she dropped
to the hard seat.

"I should have raped you, you little slut," he hissed, loudly enough
to rattle the elderly couple next to them.

As he stormed out of the club, a few patrons close to her table
clapped sporadically. Jaime lowered her crimson face to the table and
struggled to control the shaking.

When the lights dimmed, she slowly lifted her tear-streaked face,
trying to ignore the surreptitious glances of the other patrons. She
turned towards the stage and tried not to think about what had just
happened. She felt terribly alone, and bitter.

A woman in a bright blue sequinned dress climbed to the piano on the
stage. She carried a wireless microphone. A man, also in blue, joined
her, sitting at the keys. The woman in blue leaned back on the ebony
wood and stared out at the crowd, quieting the murmuring with her
presence.

Her voice was as clear and controlled as any professional artist. It
was a dusky voice, like none other. Blues notes washed over Jaime,
melting her anger, her hurt, her betrayal, her fears. She lost herself
into the piano and the sultry voice, falling down away from Brian,
away from her life. The blues uplifted her, sent her heart somewhere
else, somewhere safe and comforting. She wanted to go home, not to her
dorm room, but home.

***

The light touch to her shoulder surprised her, and she almost broke
the magical atmosphere of the music with a screech. She was prepared
to lash out at Brian physically, if necessary. Her wrist was caught
mid-flight by a soft hand that she could easily have overpowered in
her emotional state.

"Ted called me," Ellen spoke quietly, just above the singers amplified
voice. "I think he gave Brian a sucker punch for you. You don't need
to hit me, but if it will make you feel better, I'll let you."

Jaime felt all the muscles in her body relaxing as her hand was gently
released. Her fingers fell out of the clenched fist as quickly as they
had formed it. Tears welled up her eyes, partially in relief,
partially in gratitude, partially in response to her soul music.

The music ended with a long perfect drawn out note from the girl on
stage.

"My name is Mona, and I sing the blues. Hope you enjoyed the set," the
dusky voice was no different in speech than it was in song. "I'll be
back in five minutes."

There was a moment of silence as the patrons recovered, and then the
applause was deafening. Even Ellen, recently arrived, was clapping.
Mona blushed, bowed, and retreated from the stage with a flash of blue
sequins.

Ellen settled into the chair formerly occupied by Brian, and gently
took Jaime's hand. The girls didn't speak; it wasn't necessary.

***

It was one in the morning when the girls returned to the dorm. Both
had residual tears in their eyes from Mona and her blues.

The door to the room clicked shut behind them and they stood quietly
in the dark. Jaime felt soft lips brush hers, and she felt odd tingles
running through her body, down her spine, tingling from the tips of
her breasts to the centre of her being. She kissed back, unable to
stop herself, not wanting to stop herself.

Ellen pulled away slowly. Jaime could sense her standing just out of
reach, towards the neat side of the room.

"Ellen?" Jaime spoke softly towards the shadow.

Ellen took a deep breath. "I want to, Jaime. But not tonight. I know
what you went through this evening, and I'm not sure I'm ready for
this either. I'm frightened. Frightened I won't feel this way in the
morning. Take it slow. OK? Lots of time. Maybe some day we can play,
when we are both ready."

Jaime felt Ellen's fingers touch her hand and she was guided towards
Ellen's small bed. The girls lay down together, still fully dressed
from the theatre, Jaime engulfed in Ellen's arms. Ellen's scent was
light and unlike any that Jaime had ever smelled before. The physical
closeness was comforting.

Jaime felt her tension falling, feeling safe and secure for the first
time in weeks. Her eyes felt heavy, a kaleidoscope of reds and greens
and blues converging beneath her lids. Then everything faded to
darkness, only disturbed by Ellen's regular breath against her neck.

               ---===***===---

As the sun fell to the west, the rainbow shimmered, all colours
becoming distinct and brilliant. Its radiance bathed the lush,
pristine, landscape below, shifting from crimson to violet in a blaze
of light and hope. The arch of silky light, pulsed one last time,
almost as though contented at last, and shimmered out of existence as
the sun surrendered to the quiet of night.

The sun would rise again, bringing with it a new day, and the promise
of a new rainbow.








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