Or Alex, as he asked me to call him as soon as we met. He asked to meet me at a café before we agreed on anything. I had to fight my social anxiety, ...y fears, my insecurities all at once. I was the girl that had had only one boyfriend and had sex only a couple of times before he broke up with me to go to college, then never again.Moreover, it only happened because we knew each other since we were young. I always had very, very low self-esteem, my years as a teenager feeling like a nightmare,. I knelt in front of her and tied the endof the rope to her ankle; then stood up with the rope still in my hand. "You see where I'm going with this, don't you?" I pulled the end of therope up towards the ankle of the leg that was suspended in the air, tuggingjust enough to make her foot slip a little across the floor, so that herweight was no longer centered quite as nicely.Her eyes widened as she toppled forward slightly so that her leg was alittle higher in the air and the noose was supporting. They thought about it, talked about it and I waited but added, “You can both join me in the room or, cum one at a time; I’m not bashful about sex.” They had both taken a bed in our dorm. I suggested that [if they were interested] they should get a quick shower then cum back down and let me know. This would also give me time to make sure I was cleaned out and ready for sex. In the end they agreed, went to get cleaned up and, I went to give myself a quick douche. All of this had taken long. "Like it?" I asked. She nodded. "Okay, we're even. No tell."Beth just nodded. I got up and went back to Mel's room. I had better sense this time than to tell her I had just touched her sister's tit. I told her I had talked Beth into promising not to say anything and to not peek again. The mood was ruined for the day so I headed home.Things between Melanie and me slowly progressed. I got her top off completely one day. Then we quit pretending. Beth would take off her blouse before we even lay.