So a couple of weeks ago, Sadie was kind enough to teach me how to do needle play, sutures, and staples. And one of her play partners (we’ll call him Sonic, because Sadie turned his cock and balls into the cutest little hedgehog) was kind enough (and brave enough) to be my first.
She introduced us when he got to her house, and I immediately felt like I knew him from somewhere. He looked unbelievably familiar, but I couldn’t place his face.
I tried to figure it out for a few minutes, but then let it go. I get those feelings a lot, along with crazy strong deja vu, so I figured it was just another one of those situations.
So I let it go and didn’t think any more about it. Every time I looked at his face, I kept feeling that twinge of recognition, but ignored it.
Then, as the night wore on, he and one of his friends were talking and horsing around a bit. But his friend had an injury he didn’t know about, so when he accidentally hit that spot, the friend impulsively said his real name, rather than the scene name Sadie had used to introduce us.
And suddenly, my mind was going a mile a minute. Hearing his name confirmed it. I knew him from somewhere. I was sure of it. It wasn’t deja vu. I knew him.
I immediately thought of the possibility of high school, but since I went to three different high schools, that didn’t really narrow it down much. He looked to be around my age, though, so it was a definite possibility.
I’d promised Sadie I would create a separate Facebook account to better keep in touch with all the awesome kinky people, since she and her husband would rather keep their group private and off of Fetlife. I’d been meaning to do it for weeks (I have a procrastination problem. I feel like I should go to a support group or something for it, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet).
I finally did it the other night, and came across his profile and saw his last name, and seeing his last name was another moment of recognition. I definitely knew him from somewhere, and I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t figure it out.
So we started messaging on Facebook, and I asked him if it was possible that we went to school together, and gave him my maiden name, as well as the three high schools I’d gone to.
It turns out, we did go to school together for my senior (his junior) year. And we were both involved in the theater. He was in the play that I was prop master for. We didn’t really hang in the same circles, because he was on the stage, where I preferred to work behind it, but we knew each other.
And now, a decade later, I’m sticking sharp, shiny things through his flesh.
There was another play party last night, and we got to talking about it again, and it was pretty crazy, gossiping about high school, and the people we knew. He remembered my best friend at the time, whose dad I ended up sleeping with for more than a year. We talked about our theater teacher, and how tiny our graduating classes were.
It was crazy, and while I generally prefer not to be reminded of that period of my life, I had to admit, that’s pretty cool, and I’m definitely looking forward to becoming friends with him.