This one is dated 2015, and a very different storyline to the other story idea I just posted. Again, feel free to use it in any way you like!
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(1)
I opened my eyes. Someone (obviously John, whose house I lodged in) had been knocking on my bedroom door, and had just walked in.
"Alex, you left your phone downstairs and it's been..... what the heck? Bloody hell!!!"
John was looking straight at me, eyes wide open in either shock or surprise. I put my hand up to my face, which is where he was looking.
Oh, shit!
Last night I had put in my fake metal braces, and had put on my two facebows, connected to my headgear with white elastics, so that I could.... err.... "pleasure" myself. I knew I was tired when I had come to bed, but obviously I'd fallen asleep before I'd had time to "do anything", and had managed to sleep through the night with my braces and headgear still in.
I had managed to keep my love of braces a secret for a long time: the only people who knew about it were people on line, one online guy I had met up with once, plus the dental technician and his assistant where I'd got all my braces made.
So, there I was, lying in bed, quickly coming to terms with the fact that I was now going to have to explain my braces fetish to someone I actually knew as a friend.... talk about awkward and embarassing.
"Erm, someone called Penny has tried calling you several times...."
As he handed the phone to me, I realised that John was probably also embrassed about having discovered "my dirty little secret". Having handed me the phone, John left, closing the door behind him. As he left, I realised that, not only had I just had the crap scared out of me, I was also now feeling quite turned on by having been "outed".
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(2)
Having sorted out my immediate problem, I called Penny. I still had my braces in and headgear on: I had got quite used to having some form of plastic plate in my mouth over the last year or so, that I could talk quite normally with them in. I could have removed my braces, but wanted to wear them downstairs when I would explain to John about them.
I could guess what Penny was calling about: a group of us were planning on meeting up in the afternoon, and going Ice Skating.
I touched the relevant bits of the screen on my ePhone to return her call: she answered on the second ring.
"Hi Penny........ yeah, I know, I guess I slept in..... sure I want to come along...... yeah, 2pm sounds fine.... mmmm, I know the market place cafe....... ok, see you all later!"
