5 comments/ 17910 views/ 13 favorites More than Friends Ch. 02 By: mytentoryours Emma smiled up at me from my lap, and kissed my cheek. I would have liked to have wrapped my arms around her at this point, but they were still tied behind me, which precluded the casual intimacy we'd gotten used to that was something of a contrast to the sexual encounter we'd just had and which she was planning on extending. "I promise you won't regret it," she said quietly in my ear and slid off my lap. Abruptly, the buzzer from the door intercom intruded into the quietness, and we froze for a second. "God Dammit!" she cursed, snatching up her cargo pants and slamming her feet into the legs, swiftly snapping the button and fly closed. "Which one of those rat-bastards was supposed to have taken the keys with them?" My restrengthening erection suddenly lost its vigour as she started buttoning up her blouse then whipped around to the back of the chair and pulled hard on the cords holding me tied to it. They fell away slightly, and she headed out of my door. "Get yourself loose, tidy up quickly and get into bed," she called back over her shoulder. "I'll tell the guys you were feeling rough after I beat you at pool and decided to have an early night." Just like that she was gone. All of a sudden I was exhausted, and even with my head spinning at the evening's events, an early night suddenly seemed like a great idea. I did a quick tidy and removed any obvious evidence. Emma had left her knickers on the pillow on the floor, and I threw them under the bed out of the way, and replaced the pillow on my bed. As I drifted off, I could still smell her on the pillow, and my cock stirred a little. The next morning promised to be a bit uncomfortable, but I surprised myself with how easily we were able to interact. I got some typical laddish banter from Rick and Dave about how I couldn't stand being beaten at pool by a girl and had gone off in a sulk, and obviously no amount of me telling them that I had actually won was given the slightest credence. Emma egged them on as well, which made me feel less awkward about the whole thing, and said she'd see me in the gym in the afternoon. "You're in the gym again?" Dave asked. "I thought this was supposed to be a week off?" "It might be for you football boys, seeing how your coach has buggered off to Majorca for the week," I bantered back, "but our boys have training this morning and Saturday, and a match on Sunday." "You're not in the team, though, Mike," Rick pointed out. "I'm not going to get myself in the team if I don't keep up with the strength and conditioning work, am I?" I retorted. "And I'm not going to be able to keep up with the other guys in training to give myself a chance. Ask Dave what happens to the football guys who decide they can't be bothered to go to training or turn up completely unfit." "Yeah, they get kicked off," Dave shrugged. He was a lucky sod whose natural fitness seemed to let him coast when he felt like it without looking like he wasn't putting in the effort. "Fair point though." As usual, rugby training was hard work, but enjoyable nevertheless, and even after a couple hours rest and a light lunch, today's gym work was going to be fairly light, maybe 5k on the bike, twenty minutes upper body weights and a couple of sprints and 1k sessions on the treadmill. The gym was nearly empty with it still being "reading week" and only half a dozen folks in, plus myself. Emma came in a few minutes after me, whilst I was warming up on the bike, and waved. "You okay?" she asked with a smile, and went off on a slow jog circuit of the gym to warm up. "Don't disappear off for a shower when you're done," she said as she came back past, wearing black knee-length jogging pants and a pale blue cropped tank top that covered about as much again as a sports bra and did nothing to stop me remembering that she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "We need to have a bit of a chat." "Nothing bad," she said, patting my arm as she came around on her next lap. Even so, I couldn't help feeling nervous, but later on when she jumped onto the treadmill next to mine she seemed happy enough, and we chatted about a bunch of nothing for a while as we jogged in between my sprints. By the time I'd finished up, only the two of us were left in the gym, so we plonked our sweaty selves down on a couple of exercise mats and stretched out. "So, you wanted to chat?" I asked, laying on my back and tilting my head so I could see her. "Well, yeah," she said. "I thought you'd want to talk about last night. I know I do." "What did you want me to say, Emma? 'Thanks for the super blowjob, now when can I get another one?'," I asked with a chuckle. "But seriously, where do we go from here? I mean I know you still want to be friends, which is cool, but, umm, shit, this sounds really tacky after last night and a bit schoolboy-ish, but do you wanna go out with me?" Emma laughed, and I joined in, a little self-consciously. "Yeah, real classy, with that sort of timing," she giggled. "And, well, maybe six months or a year ago I would've said that was what I wanted, but even without last night I think we've sorta gone past the old dating and spending time with one another and going places together stuff, 'cos we do that anyway. "And I think it would be a bit weird if we started trying to force something like that, you know, like it was an obligation, or something." "So, no sneaking off to secluded corners of the house to try and get some snogging in without everyone else knowing?" She giggled again. "Well, I guess if we were dating, we'd have to let the other guys and girls know, else it'd seem even weirder." "And think how odd they'd think it was, given their comments last night," I added. "Hell, yeah." "So hit me with it, Emma. What did you have in mind?" She rolled towards me so that we were almost touching, and could look me in the eyes. "I was wondering what you would give for another blowjob like last night's?" I raised my eyebrows. "Seriously?" I asked. "Well, you seemed like you enjoyed it," she said. "But seriously, I don't see it working for us if we were to try 'dating' as such, it would be like a backward step, and feel so weird when we know each other so well already. But God, I'd love the chance to be able to do you whenever we both felt like it, Mike. I was so hot last night with having you to myself, and-" "Shit, I really sorry about that," I apologised. "I really would have gone through with it." "Oh, come on, Mike, I'm not holding that against you... Maybe something else..." she giggled again. "Anyway," she continued, overriding any objections I might have made, "if you specifically wanted to make that up to me at some point, I wouldn't be complaining, but let's get back on track here." She lowered her hand and slid it up the leg of my gym shorts. "I was asking what you'd give for another blowjob." "As good as the one from last night?" "I can't make that sort of promise, but I'd give it a damned good try," she offered. I thought about it for a moment, and since I wasn't pulling away from her hand, she started gently stroking my cock through my underwear. "And now you're just trying to get my other head to do my thinking for me, aren't you." "Well yeah," she said with a laugh. "I'll take any advantage I can get. You were begging for me last night, even to fuck you, if I wanted to, to make you cum." "I reckon if you had any guy in that situation they would have been begging the same." She shrugged. "Yeah, but it was you I had there. You I wanted there. I told you last night, there were no losers, only winners. Or at least there would have been if we'd had a bit longer." "Sorr-" She gave my cock a bit of a squeeze that was almost painful but not quite, just enough to jerk me up short. "Stop fucking apologising for that." "Okay! Okay!" I surrendered, and she went back to her slow stroking. "But you obviously have something in mind for me, so why don't you reveal your devious plan?" "Fine," she said. "Here's what I have in mind, then: "Yesterday, you were willing to ask for me to give such an amazing blowjob - your words, I seem to recall - as a forfeit of equal value to submitting to me for three hours of being my sex slave, right?" "Well, yeah, I guess. Though that was when I knew I was going to win, of course." "Yeah, right," she replied with a snort. "If I'd won, you wouldn't have got that blowjob in exchange for those three hours, you'd just have got the three hours." I suspected she might have been fibbing a bit there. All after the fact, but I doubted that she would have passed up the opportunity to tease me quite so expertly, as her fingers on my cock were demonstrating even as we spoke. "So I figure that in order to get another blowjob, you'd be willing to give me those three hours." "Well..." "I'm still sure you'll enjoy it, too," she said. Her logic was impeccable, and her hand on my cock had gotten tighter and slower as it had grown in response to her ministrations. "You know what 'Fuck buddies' are, don't you Mike?" she asked, changing the subject a little, but not removing her hand. "Well yeah." "So, you asked me what I wanted from you, and, to be honest, that's the closest thing I can think of: the only thing that would change for us - that has already changed for us, really - is that we'd be spending some of our time together in bed, rather than on the pool table. Unless of course you want to take me on the pool table some time, as well." The possibility hadn't previously occurred to me, but it was starting to! "But we're not doing any actual fucking though, right now, are we." I said, as more of a statement than a question. "Pretty damned close," she replied, slipping her hand down and caressing my balls. "And I can almost guaran-damn-tee that we will be, if you agree to my proposal. "Of course, if you're too scared..." "Bollocks to that!" "Well then. Like I said, there are no losers, only winners. If it's not what you want, then I'll have to find some other handsome guy to scratch that itch for me, but I reckon you do, really, and I'd sure rather it was you." "Fine. I'll do it," I conceded. Even I thought I sounded a bit grumpy about it. "Remember, you're still getting your blowjob afterwards," she said, which definitely cheered me up inside. "When do you want to start?" "No time like the present," she said, with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "Not here!" I objected. "Do you know how turned on I'm feeling?" she asked. "I still haven't gotten off from last night, and I know you want to make that up to me, so I've been restraining myself from wanting to take that orgasm that I know you want to give me." My cock twitched at the though of her holding herself back until I was ready to make her cum, and then the secondary thought about whether she would have held off even longer if I wasn't ready to. "But no, not here," she agreed, pulling her hand back from out of my shorts and licking a string of pre-cum that stretched from her fingers. "Back to the house. Nobody's going to be there now. If I lock the door at the bottom of the girls stairs, even if people are in they'll assume we're not. Unless you scream too loudly, anyway," she added with a wink. "Go and shower while I do a couple more reps to finish off," she said. "Thoroughly," she added. "And meet me at the door in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes later we were on our way back to the house. Emma had thrown a loose button-down lumberjack shirt on over her gym wear, and we walked fairly swiftly back to the house in companionable silence. She wasted no time when we got home, though the place was still empty and Rick, Dave and John were supposed to be in the college library. She herded me up the stairs, and pulled the connecting door to the top floor closed behind us, making sure the Yale lock was engaged. Up into her room, where I'd been lots of times before as a friend, but always with the feeling that it was at sufferance that you get in a girl's room. She pulled me in close and kissed my cheek as we crossed the threshold, then closed the door decisively behind us. I could smell the sweat on her body from her workout, and the slight spicy scent of her skin. I sat on her desk chair, and she sat on her bed facing me, with maybe two feet between us. "Okay," she said, with a slightly nervous hitch in her breath, which confused me a little, as I thought I was the one who was supposed to be nervous here. "This is the final chance for you to back out. "You know the rules we've agreed, and what your safe words are. You know that I won't do anything that will seriously hurt you or cause damage, and how to stop me if you need to." I nodded, and felt the anticipation creeping up a notch. "I've no intention of making you use your Black Card, but it's there if you need it. "You need to know now that at times I'll intentionally be pushing your limits," she continued, "trying to get you to use your Amber Card and your Red Card, for two reasons: firstly because I want to find out what your limits are, and see if I can stretch them, but secondly, because if everything goes well, and the whole night doesn't freak you out, then I'm really going to want to have another go tomorrow or the next day!" My erection had ebbed away in showering, changing and walking back here, even with the anticipation, but it was back with a vengeance now, as the time came closer. She stood up and moved onto the chair with me, facing me and straddling my thighs. "Some of the things I want to do tonight are to turn you on, and keep you turned on," she said quietly, looking me in the eyes, then gently rubbing the bulge in my jeans. "But a lot of the things are thing I want to do, or want you to do that will turn me on, and get me off - after all, you're the one who'll be under my control, and not the other way around. "Remember, if you don't want to do something, or want me to stop, or ease off, you can use your Cards, but no whingeing, or refusing without that, or I'll have to punish you," she threatened with a little giggle. "And I will find something to punish you for at some point, because I want to punish you, so don't get upset if you think you're doing something wrong! "So," she said with finality, "still friends, whatever happens?" I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her to me, kissing her briefly on the lips. "Yes. Still friends, whatever happens," I swore. "Good," she said, and lifted herself off me. "Then your time starts now. Strip off for me." I didn't hesitate, but she still chivvied me along. "C'mon, c'mon, let's get those abs out," she said, and pulled at my T-shirt to help me remove it as it came over my head. "That's the idea. Now lose those shoes and socks." She was removing them from one foot as I removed them from the other. "Now let's get you completely naked. No wasting time here, she said, as she started tugging on my boxers as quickly as I'd got my jeans fly down and was shrugging them off. "That's the idea," she said, as she pushed me back down into the chair and reached in to take my balls in her hand. "A hard cock is good to find, and that's definitely a hard cock." I couldn't deny it was true, and it only got harder as she rolled my balls around with her fingers. "Right," she said. "I want to watch you masturbate. Go on, let me see how you play with yourself. Get yourself hard - well, harder - so I can see what you look like with your hand wrapped around that cock when you're wanking away." She moved her hand away and gestured for me to begin, as she sat back down on her bed, still within touching distance if she wanted. I slowly slid my hand up and down my cock, already knowing that it wasn't going to take much effort to bring me to orgasm. "Is that normal for you," Emma asked, watching intently as the pre-cum glistened over the head of my erection above my hand, and jolting me out of a rhythm as I tipped my head back and started giving in to the pleasure. "No," I said shakily. "Normally I would take a while to get myself to this point, but I've been hard on and off since you played with me back in the gym." I carried on, slowly manipulating my foreskin backwards and forwards over my cock head, already leaking copious amount of lubricant that meant I didn't need any extra. "Would you normally use lotion, or baby oil?" she asked, and the surreal nature of me masturbating at her command was keeping me well away from the edge. "Either," I gasped out. "Whatever is to hand, so to speak." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. "Are you close to cumming?" she asked. "How long would it take you, doing that?" "Not all that close," I said, "but I could be if I went a bit quicker. It depends on how soon I want to cum. I could normally carry on like this for another ten or fifteen minutes, if I wanted to draw it out, but I'm not sure I could do that right now." I stroked a little more quickly, and she murmured her encouragement. "That's hot," she said, eyes glued to the rhythm of my hand. "Go a bit faster," she commanded after a moment. I did, and started stroking the whole length as well. "I'm not going to last long now, going at this pace, Emma," I warned her. "Good," she said, and watched me stroke a few more times, waiting. Just as my body started to tense a little in anticipation of the coming orgasm, she called out. "Stop right there!" "Eh? What?" I asked and slowed a little, but I was nearing the brink and my natural reactions were taking over. She grabbed my hands and held them away from my body. "I said to stop!" she repeated harshly. "I thought you were going to do what I wanted?" she asked me. "Eh?" "But I thought you wanted to watch me doing this," I said, slightly confused. "I do. But you don't get to cum yet. Heck, I'm still fully clothed!" "Okay! Okay!" I surrendered with a groan. "Fine. We'll consider that a warning, this time, and I won't punish you for that, since it's your first offence." She let go on my hands and I rested my elbows on the chair arms. "However," she continued, "since you're a horny bastard who can't keep his hands off his dick even when I tell him to, I think some assistance might be required." She opened a drawer in her bedside cabinet and rummaged around in it for a moment, before pulling out a rubbery black item. "This is a cock ring," she said, holding it up in front of me. "You know what one of these is, don't you?" I nodded. "Good," she said, leaning over and sliding one part of it over my cock, right at the base of the shaft, then pushing it together with a click. "It's not going to absolutely prevent you from cumming if the stimulation gets to a certain point, but it's going to make it pretty difficult for you to cum without me deliberately making you." She fastened the other two sections around my balls, and clicked them into place as well, pulling them apart from one another and away from the base of my cock as well. It was a bit of a strange sensation, as it definitely felt tight, but it wasn't painful at all. "Does it fit okay?" she asked. "It's not too tight that you'd need to use a card and make me take it off?" "I think it fits okay, Emma, but I've not tried one of these on before, so I don't know. I'd still rather you took it off, though." "Okay, well if you need to use a card, use one. Apart from that, it stays on until I say otherwise - I can't have you cumming all over the place when I'm trying to have fun with your body, now, can I?" More than Friends Ch. 02 The question was rhetorical, and she wasn't finished anyway. She gave me a couple of strokes to test things, and I could tell that however much I might want to cum now, it wasn't likely to happen any time soon. "Good. So now that we've had a little bit of fun and got you properly under my control, I think it's time we started things off that make me feeling good, don't you? "Stand up." I stood, feeling somewhat incongruous with my erection pointing out in front of me. She backed up against me and spoke over her shoulder, pressing my cock back against my stomach where it met the small of her back. "I want you to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulders, whilst you unbutton my shirt," she instructed. I touched my lips to her shoulder and used one hand to brush her hair away from her neck so I could slowly move my kisses in that direction. As my lips reached the nape of her neck I felt her shiver in anticipation, as I licked at her slightly sweaty skin and moved my hands around to a point just underneath the collar of the shirt. I slid my hands across the small exposed area of her skin between her throat and the top of the collar, and then down to the topmost button, as I traced my kisses across to her other shoulder. My fingers found the top button and I carefully undid it, and slid my hands down again to the next one. I could just feel the swell of the upper part of her breasts against the back of my thumbs as I swiftly slipped that button from its hole too. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmured, as I kissed from the nape of her neck to the top of her collar, and I pulled the shirt back slightly as I traced my hands down the shirt to find the next button, to enable me to kiss a little lower on her shoulder blades. With the third button undone, I slid my hands slightly across her tight tank top to try and cup her breasts, but Emma wasn't having that. "Yeah, that feels good, but that's not what I told you to do," she warned me as she sighed, and I shifted back to the center of her chest and sought out the next button. One more undone, and the shirt was now basically just hanging off her arms. I traced more licks and kisses down her back in time to the movements of my hands on her front, and went down to my knees so that I could better reach the last button. My lips were now at the small of her back and I snaked my tongue out to lick at the concave indentation there where a combination of her sweat and the pre-cum that had rubbed off on her made for an even saltier taste. She shuddered slightly, and let out a tight little squeak. "God, yes, Mike," she whispered as I undid the final button and let my fingers roam across her stomach as she let the shirt slip from her body. She turned to face me and smiled. "Since you're down there on your knees, you can slide my joggers down as well - but only my joggers," she warned, "and don't stop kissing me, 'cos God that feels great!" I raised myself up on my knees slightly so that I could kiss her stomach, and ran my fingers around the waistband of her trousers. They were a lycra-type material that clung to her, all the way down to her calves, and I teased her a little with my fingertips, tickling her sides and then moving back down to the top of the fabric. "C'mon," she groaned as I touched her. "Take them off." I rolled down the first few inches of the material and traced my fingers around the newly-exposed area of flesh just above her black cotton knickers, then rolled the trousers a little further down to the top of her thighs. With her knickers now completely exposed, I started moving little circles with my fingers around the her thighs, inside and out, and then stuck my tongue into her bellybutton, causing her to moan a little. Tracing my lips from her navel to the top of her knickers, I slid my fingers closer and closer to the junction of her legs, feeling her knees trembling ever so slightly, but she stopped me before I could reach my intended destination, with a hand against my forehead. "No, not yet," she said, and pulled away from me with a gentle sigh. She sat down on the chair with a deep breath. "You're taking too long about this," she said. "I've got plans for you." "I thought you were enjoying it," I said, still on my knees, but turned to face her again. "Oh, believe me, I am, Mike, but there's a long afternoon ahead of us yet." She reached her own hands down to her thighs and stripped the lycra off herself, leaving her in knickers and tank top. "Go and run the shower, Mike, and get it to a temperature you're comfortable with," she said. "I'll join you in a minute." _+_+_ I took that to mean that she was going to join me in the shower, which sounded like a hell of a plan to me. About two minutes later, she walked in, wearing a fluffy pink towelling dressing gown and carrying two soft-looking pink towels, which she stacked up on the radiator. She stuck a hand under the spray and nodded. "Get in." I complied without hesitation, standing facing the shower head and letting the water wash over my head, then realised that I would need to move back a little if Emma was to get in as well. She'd removed the dressing gown but kept her underwear on as she stepped into the shower with me. She kissed me on the cheek,, then turned to face the spray herself, adjusting the height of the shower head so that the water fell mostly onto her forehead. "Right. Hands above my shoulders unless I tell you otherwise." I rested my hands on her shoulders, and she reached back behind her and pulled my erection underneath her, stepping back so that she was pressed right back against me, and pressed me into the cubicle wall. It was well that we were a similar height, as my cock was a little uncomfortable bent forwards, but that was offset by the fact that it was now right up against her pussy, even if her knickers were in between. She handed me a bottle of shampoo. "Wash my hair for me?" she asked, and reached out to re-position the spray again, so that it fell right onto her head. I put the bottle within easy reach and moved my hands up to her hair to dowse it under the water, and she closed her eyes and reached down to stroke my cock where it rested against her with a contented murmur. I added the shampoo, and massaged it into her hair and scalp thoroughly while she played with me, alternately stroking and pressing me against her and gently moving her hips. The cock ring was doing its job, and I could feel myself building towards something, but it was a long time building, and her ministrations were nowhere near fast enough to really test whether I was going to cum any time soon. I rinsed her hair off and she paused in her handing of me, and passed me another bottle. This one was conditioner. "Take my top off first, then work the conditioner into my hair," she instructed. "No touching my tits until I say so, though." I faked a sound of disappointment, and she laughed. "You'll get your hands on them soon enough, you greedy boy," she said. Her top was soaked, of course, and neatly outlined her beautiful small breasts, and her dark nipples were easily noticeable as they poked strongly forwards through the light blue material. I put my hands against her ribs and slowly slid them upwards, dragging her top over her breasts and turning it inside out as she raised her arms above her head to allow me to complete the job. "Hands back on my hair, please, Mike," she insisted. "Work that conditioner in properly." She reached out and adjusted the shower again, so that it pointed down towards her chest. I shivered slightly, as the warm water was barely getting to my body at all, and she noticed and turned the hot water up a couple of notches. I applied her conditioner for her, slowly and carefully, and she returned a hand to my cock, teasing the foreskin backwards and forwards across me. She passed my another bottle. "Now comes the part you've been waiting for," she said. "Wash my shoulders, and my stomach and my tits, please. I'm sure you'll do a good job!" I lathered up my hands with the shower gel and started at her waist, soaping her up thoroughly with what seemed to be a cherry-scented lotion. I worked my way slowly up her body, until I reached just underneath her breasts, and she sighed as the expected contact finally happened. "Mmm," she crooned as she tried to get a tighter grip on my cock. "I was expecting you to start at the top, you know". "All the way up and all the way down, I thought," I said with a chuckle. "Will it make any difference?" "By the time you get all the way back down again, I might- Ahh, God, Mike," she broke off as I finally worked my hands over her breasts, circling around her nipples without actually touching them. She arched her back against me, and reached her arms up to my wrists to hold them close to her mounds and I circled rounds and round again. "Oh, God, that's good," she said, and then followed that with a little mewl of disappointment as I moved my hands away again, roaming up to her shoulders and leaving just the spray of water against her chest. "You said to wash your shoulders as well, right?" I asked teasingly. She moved her own hands to her nipples and started playing with them as I soaped up her shoulders and the top of her back, then made my way back past her collarbone. "D'ya want my hands on them again?" I asked, and she instantly moved her hands away. As I covered her breasts with my hands again and slowly traced the circles inwards, I felt a hand down between her legs again, but this time it wasn't my cock she was playing with. She slid her hand inside the top of her knickers and began diddling herself as I got closer and closer to her nipples. Her breathing was coming shorter and faster, and she grunted as my fingers finally grasped hold of first one of her protruding buds, and then the other, and rubbed gently. Her hand moved quicker and quicker down below as I rubbed, and she began pressing my cock against the bottom of her knickers with her other hand and rubbing me along her covered slit, as, with a slight pinch, she squealed quietly and came hard, pulling away from me slightly, and freeing my cock to stand upright again, then spinning round and burying her face into my shoulder, where she continued to breath heavily. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her tightly to me, kissing the top of her head. "You okay?" I asked, trying to ignore my cock, hard and throbbing between us. "God, yes." she said through ragged breaths. "'Okay' doesn't begin to describe it." She lifted her head and looked into my eyes, seeing both the concern and relief in them. "Jesus, Mike," she said, and pressed her lips hard against mine, pushing me back hard against the cubicle wall. The her lips moved, and her tongue pressed against my lips and my teeth and demanded entry into my mouth, where it probed and wrestled against my own tongue, trying to enter me deeper and deeper, and my cock moved backwards and forwards against her stomach, unconsciously trying to find an entry point that wasn't there. Then abruptly she stopped again, and backed away into the spray, letting it wash over her as I unabashedly stared at the water flowing over her breasts and down her body, the shower rinsing off the conditioner that, in places, looked like a thin stream sliding down her length. "Thank you, Mike," she said, as she slowly regained her composure and rinsed the last of the conditioner from her hair. "That was wonderful." "Well, I live to serve," I joked. "Yeah, right now you do," she said with a laugh, and took a deep breath and expelled it quickly. "You're shivering," she noted with concern. "Right - a quick rinse off for you under this nice hot water, as well, I think," she said, and we shifted positions around so that I was now directly under the spray and Emma was behind me. I quickly soaped up and washed down, 'helped out' by Emma's hands on my cock, balls and legs, and she ordered me out of the cubicle. "Dry off thoroughly," she insisted, "then be ready with a towel to dry me off as well when I'm ready. Those towels are really nice, and should feel good against my skin." I stepped out of the cubicle and did as I was told. The warm, fluffy towel was very nice indeed, and I made sure I was fully dry. As I finished rubbing down, I wrapped the towel around my waist, and adjusted my erection to the most comfortable position I could find against it. Emma stepped out of the shower, still wearing her knickers and nothing else, with water dripping down her skin, and I wrapped the second towel around her and softly towelled her down, starting with her hair, and making my way down her body. I tried to take my time drying her breasts and running the soft fabric across her nipples, but she pushed my hands away from them when she felt they were dry enough. When I'd dried most of her body she took the towel from my hands and wrapped it around her, bending down and stripping her kickers off underneath the towel. "Help me into my dressing gown," she said, and I took it from its hook on the back of the door and held it open for her to put her arms into, then wrapped it around her and tied the belt at her waist. "Lovely," she said with a sigh and a grin as she turned to face me. "Now, you won't be needing that towel any longer, since you've dried yourself properly like I told you." She kissed me gently on the lips and then trailed more kissed down my neck as she un-wound the towel from my waist. Following the line of my body down, she went to her knees and took my rigid cock into her mouth as the towel dropped to the floor. "Mmm, don't get too excited," she murmured as she lapped at the pre-cum that drizzled from the head and fondled my balls. "There's plenty of time for that. Come on." She stood again, and took my by the hand, tugging me along with her back to her bedroom. "Lie on the bed," she instructed. "On your front." I did, and lay face down, nervously anticipating what she might have in store for me next. She lay on top of me, on her front too, the length of her body pressed against my back, and the extra weight pushing my cock deeper into the duvet. "Hands up and grab the headboard," she said, and I lifted my hands above my head and grasped the metal frame that acted as a headboard. I felt her moving on top of me as she untied her dressing gown belt, and lifted it up to where my hands were. She tied a knot with one end around the central pillar, then gave me about half a foot of space before tying around my wrists, locking them firmly together. Another half a foot, then she pulled my elbows together and tied them tightly as well. "Okay. Up on your knees," she said, and lifted her weight from me as I rose, putting my ass above the level of my head. She settled down back against me in a similar position, her knees between mine, her free-again breasts pressed against my back and her lips at the back of my neck. "How are you feeling?" she asked, licking at the base of by neck and sending shivers running up and down my spine. "Not too uncomfortable?" "I'm good," I replied, "except I've got this ruddy great hard-on that I can't seem to do anything about," I joked. She reached underneath me and fondled my balls, running a finger up and down my cock. "You mean this one," she asked and she gently stroked. "Mmm hmm," I moaned. "Does it feel good?" "God, yes, Emma," I replied. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, rubbing a finger around the head and tracing pre-cum in tiny circles on the tip. "Hell no!" "Sorry," she said, removing her hand completely. "Well, actually I'm not, but you know what I mean, right?". I just grunted at that. She slid her body off me again and pulled something else from her top drawer. I couldn't easily she what she held, with my arms out in front of me keeping my head down, but she fastened one end just above my left knee with a velcro strap, then tickled the inside of my right knee, and when I moved it outwards, slid the apparatus inside and fastened it there as well.. It was a firm hold and it kept my knees spread apart, which opened up the pucker of my anus just slightly and made me feel vulnerable. Kneeling behind me, she ran her fingertips over my ass cheeks slowly and gently, making gradual but inevitable progress towards my hole. She must have grabbed other items whilst she was getting the spreader bar, because I heard the sound of lotion being squeezed and felt it being trickled down my crack. Her fingers followed the trickle, and slowly massaged the point of entry, gently probing a little at a time until I could feel her finger penetrate me. I groaned. It wasn't exactly a new experience, but I'd never been as vulnerable as this, where I couldn't stop Emma doing pretty much what she wanted, and in turns she wriggled her finger deeper then withdrew and thrust gently, fucking my ass with her finger, until she reached my prostate, where she pressed firmly and I bucked my hips. "Stay still, Mike," she instructed. "I haven't finished with you yet." She pressed against my prostate firmly again, and I tensed myself to stop from reacting, and she slowly extracted he digit again. I could feel her rummaging around on the bed behind me, and again felt lotion being applied. This time what followed was a cold and hard instrument, and as it pressed again my opening I bucked away. "Stay still," she ordered. "Unless you're going to use a Red card to stop this, I want you to stay still.. Relax." "I'm not used to this, Emma," I complained. "I've not had anything bigger than your finger inside me there." "No whingeing," she ordered, and pressed the item against my asshole again, just short of penetrating. I bucked again. "Stop it! If you're not going to use a Card to stop me, then stay still and take it, Mike. It's only a butt-plug, and it probably isn't any bigger than my finger!" She stepped off the bed and opened her drawer again, pulling out what looked like a ping-pong bat with an extended handle, but it was was either black rubber or plastic. "If you move this time, I'll punish you," she warned me, "and you don't get to Card the punishment." I was equally as nervous of the paddle as I was about the action on my butt, but I reminded myself that this was what I had agreed to, and that it would be weak to be giving it and using a Card for something so minimal. "Relax," she said as she climbed up on the bed behind me again, and slipped a hand between my legs to stroke my cock again. "Your cock says that you're enjoying this, even if you do keep flinching away!" I did my best to stay still this time, and let the pressure against my sphincter press through it, but the plug had barely slipped into me when I jerked forwards again. "That's enough!" Emma said stridently, as she pushed the plug the rest of the way home, it's base touching my ass cheeks. "that's five strikes with the paddle, since you obviously can't follow my orders! I groaned as she moved back from me. "I've given you enough warnings," she said, and the first strike hit my ass with a stinging thud. "Yeouch!" I gasped, as she clearly wasn't holding much back and the paddle came down on my other cheek almost immediately. She gave each cheek another hefty swat, with the paddle thwacking against my skin, and I could feel my skin heating up and I grunted hard at each impact. She delivered the fifth blow then dropped the paddle on the bed and pressed herself along the length of me again, her thighs against my warmed up butt cheeks, her nipples hard against my back and her lips just below my ear, where she kissed me and whispered More than Friends Ch. 02 "Are you okay? That wasn't too hard, was it? I haven't hurt you too much?" I would have liked to have said that it was too hard, but firstly I didn't really think she would believe me, and secondly although I could feel the heat rising from my backside, my cock was still rigid, and my helplessness to stop her was still turning me on. "I'm okay, Emma," I murmured back, breathing deeply. "I think so, any way!" "How may more of those could you take before you were begging me to stop," she asked, and her hand made it's way around my side and back to my cock, where she just gave it the lightest of feather touches. "Ugh! Christ, Emma! Not more than one or two." "In that case, we'll make your punishment seven strokes, next time, and see how you can cope with it," she replied, fluttering her fingers around my balls and then pulling gently on them. I winced, but decided I didn't want to risk her deciding on even more if I argued with her about it, not that I could do anything about it in my present position anyway. "So, since you can take seven," she continued, "I think I should deliver the other two now, and then I'll make it feel better!" She backed away from me again and delivered another stinging blow to each buttock, then I felt her fingers gentle against my ass cheeks and the feel of oil on them as she massaged them, the smell of menthol filling the air. I felt a gentle tingling as she worked the oil into me and the menthol became active. She reached under me again and massaged a little into my balls, and I felt them start to tingle as well, and become rather warmer as the oil took effect. "I think I'd better wash my hands," she said, getting off the bed, "before I play with you any more. I don't think this oil's going to feel quite so good on your cock!" I could hear rustling behind me, and when she came back and pressed up against me as before, I could fee that her thighs were now covered in fabric, but that she'd dropped the dressing gown completely. She whispered in my ear again. "So I've had you tied to my bed now, and I've filled you with a butt plug, and I've paddled your ass. You don't know how horny it makes me to be able to do these things to you," she said, and rubbed her nipples up and down on my back. "Maybe I should just turn you over and ride you cowgirl-style while I've got you on my bed and your legs spread for me - would you like that?" "God, yes, Emma," "Mmm, maybe later." She ran her hands along my arms and slowly untied my elbows, then reached down between my legs and removed the spreader bar. "Roll over, and scoot down." I complied with relief, my arms aching slightly from maintaining the previous position, but they were now held high over my head with my head and shoulders off the bottom of the pillow. She moved and straddled me, now wearing what appeared to be a pair of mens brown and white paisley-style pyjama bottoms in a thick cotton, and the first thing that I could think of was how well they matched her nipples, brown and protruding, begging for me to suckle on them. She leaned forward on me, pressing my cock against my stomach and wiggled slightly, then gently kissed my on the lips. "Well you've been a very good boy, so far," she said with a grin, "minor indiscretions not withstanding." She ran her fingers up along my sides, from my stomach all the way to my armpits, and then back down again, tickling, teasing, and smiling ever broader as I squirmed to try and get away from her fingers. "Since you've been so good I thought I might let you have the use of your hands again," she continued, sliding up my body slightly, and I could feel her pussy lips on my cock through the fabric, "provided you follow my instructions, of course, otherwise I might have to deny you." She reached a decision, and lay flay on me to reach above our heads to untie my hands from the headboard, all the while moving her breasts and pussy against me, and placing gentle kisses on my face. When I was free, she pointed to the chair. "Sit down, with your legs spread and scoot right back." I did as she asked, and as I sat, I felt the butt-plug, still inside me, shift slightly, and just tickle my prostate. I reached behind me to feel it, and found a rubbery protrusion. "Like it?" she asked, and chuckle as I made a bit of a grimace. "Don't be a baby," she said jokingly with a grin, "it'll just push against you more, the more weight you put on it." She settled herself in front of me on the chair, between my legs, her back against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. "That feels really good," she said, leaning back into me, "and since it does, I'll forget this time that I didn't tell you to do that. Remember - your hands where I say they should go! "So, here I am wearing my pyjamas and you're probably wondering why I haven't already stripped off and had you gone down on me, or ridden your cock like a wild thing," she said. "But, like most girls, I like to take it slow." I knew that, and I was pretty sure she knew that I knew that, if you know what I mean, so I figured that she had a particular point to make. "And in particular I like the way these pyjamas feel against my skin, especially against my pussy. "And when they get damp, like now," and she pressed the fabric against her pussy and I could see the wetness spreading, "they start to have an even sexier feel, a bit like a real soft chamois leather, and it really gets me worked up, so much so that sometimes I wear them just to masturbate myself through them. Does that turn you on, too?" "Just listening to you talk about you playing with yourself turns me on even more than I was already," I admitted. "Well that's good, but I've got this guy who's doing all sorts of things I ask him to tonight, so I thought that instead of diddling myself through my pyjamas, you could do it for me. "So, you may get to work," she said, pulling my hands down to her thighs, "but I want you hands solely on the outside of these pyjamas, and nowhere else, until you've made me cum." "I think I can do that," I said with a smile, and kissed the top of her shoulder. Since my hands were already on her thighs, I started there, just softly tracing up and down them, first the front, then the outside, and then up the inside, almost to the junction of her legs, but keeping away from immediate contact with her pussy. "Yes, that's nice," she murmured, and turned her head towards me, tilting it back at an angle. "Kiss me while you do that." I dipped my head down to hers and pressed my lips against hers, opening them and pressing my tongue against hers, and slowly ran my thumbs in circles near the top of her inner thighs, and she moaned into my mouth. My fingers trailed across the front of her thighs and up the sides of the pyjamas until they met the waistband, then I moved them across her covered lower stomach across the material to the center, and circled slowly back to the crease between her stomach and thighs. "Mmm," she moaned into my mouth. "Less of the tease and more of the please, baby." I started to slide my hand down that crease and she pulled her mouth away from me and twisted round the other way. "God, don't stop, Mike" she said, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips back down to hers. All the way down the crease with my fingertips to the very tops of her legs, and I felt her spread her legs wider for me. I softly traced just the outermost edges of her pussy lips with my right index finger, forward along one lip to their junction then back along the other, sliding through the dampness of the material. "Oh God! Harder, Mike!" she urged. I pressed down lightly, and she moaned into my mouth once again, grunting her approval, as I slowly helped the fabric absorb more of her juices as I pressed it against her, and again, once more, this time more firmly. Pulling my hand away again slightly and grasping a couple of fingers full of the pyjamas, I turned a knuckle inwards and starting rubbing more vigorously at her parting with it, feeling the knuckle slide slightly inside her as I made a motion up and down the length of her pussy. She pulled her mouth away from mine, and grabbed me around the chest, rubbing her own hands all across my body as I brought her closer to her climax, and my erection stiff and throbbing against her back, tightly wedged between us. "God, yes," she growled, as I pressed the now-slippery fabric hard against her lips and felt it move inside of her. "Keep that up, please, baby," she implored, one hand pressing hard against my left hand side and the other pulling at my right nipple. I reached up and grabbed at her left breast with my own hand, circling her nipple, and used my right hand to make similar circles on her lips, pulling back the fabric from within her and gently circling her pussy with it, and she growled at me in frustration. "Harder, goddamit! Faster!" I decided to comply, this time, and returned to rubbing vigorously, sliding as much of my index and middle fingers inside her as I could with the material in the way, then pulled firmly on her nipple and started pumping my fingers into her that short distance, as her breathing began to quicken to the point where I knew she was getting close. "Yes! Yes! Yes" she screamed as she felt the penetration, and she raked her fingernails painfully down my sides, my pistoning fingers still pushing her hard, until her breath was ragged and her body bucking against me so much that I had to remove my left hand from her breast and wrap it around her waist to hold her tightly to me so she wouldn't fall off the front of the chair. If anything that made her even more frenetic, breathing coming in gasps as she half-struggled to get free from me and half tried to push herself harder onto my fingers. "Oh God! Oh God!" she screamed, as she bucked a final time against me, and let out a quiet, keening wail as she toppled over the edge into her orgasm. I slowed my pumping, but kept my fingers buried well inside her, as she rode the wave, then started building up speed again. "Oh God, Mike!" she moaned with a long sigh, and started circling her own hips slightly, to get the pressure of my fingers exactly where she wanted it. Still holding her tightly against my chest with my left arm, I pulled my fingers back and sought the fly opening in the fabric. "Don't stop!" she begged, then bucked slightly as she felt my fingers against the naked flesh of her mound for the first time, tickling through the tight curls of hair. She let out on incoherent burble that I took to be general approval, and I started the slow tease against her pussy lips one more time. "Oh yeah!" she mumbled with approval as my index finger slid along her opening, slowly diving further into her. "And another," she murmured, squirming her hips, and I complied by joining my middle finger to the first and seeking, searching around just inside her for the spots that make her squirm the most. Back and forth I went, slowly building up gentle momentum, and she wriggled this way and that as I probed for those most sensitive places. Back up the length her lips again and then hooking up under the top to find that most sensitive of all. She turned her head back to mine and, with eyes that were an unfocused mixture of wonder and gratitude, pressed her mouth to mine once more, commenting only with gentle mewling noises against my lips and tongue as I slowly pressed and sought until I ultimately found the spot, and with a jerk she pulled her head back. "Oh fuck, yes!" she exclaimed, rearing back, and it was all could do to hold her in place as she almost jumped off the chair. I found the little nub again, and pushed against it, rubbing my fingers across, and she bucked and bucked against my fingers, hoarse gasps coming from her throat as I found the pleasure spot to truly make her beg. "Oh God! Pleasepleaseplease," she demanded and I pinched and pressed. "Oh Pleasepleaseplease, Mike," as she ground herself back against me, desperate for the contact yet perversely trying to escape my fingers' insistent pressure. Her begging and panting became a guttural groan as I pushed her faster, adding a third finger to her pussy to fill her up and provide more contact as she clamped down on all three digits with her internal muscles and gave one last half-roar and a whimper as she came hard and relaxed on me, almost going completely limp for a second or two. I withdrew my fingers from inside her, but kept them pressed lightly against her mound, just above her pussy lips, and softly traced my thumb through her damp, matted pubic hair as her breathing slowly but surely returned to normal, to the point where I thought for a moment she might fall asleep. As she regained her composure, I reduced the pressure of my left arm on her midriff, and she turned her body into mine, wrapped an arm around my neck and laid her head against my shoulder, and we sat still like that for a few minutes, her heart thrumming loudly against my chest, and my otherwise unattended and hard cock waving loosely in the air between us. She shifted her body and turned, throwing a leg over mine to face me. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before, Mike," she said with an explosive sigh. "That was just... you were.. just unbelievable." She reached a hand down between us and ran a finger over the top of my pre-cum drenched cock-head, dragging my foreskin down with just the tips of two fingers. "I think I need a little bit of a rest after that," she sighed, "but we're starting to run out of time. And I really did ought to punish you for disobeying me," she added. "What did I tell you to do with your hands?" "Ummm, only on the outside of your pyjamas," I admitted. "Mmm. Outside. You are a naughty boy, aren't you?" she said with a grin. "And I certainly didn't say you could play with my tits, either, did I? "Still, you did such a wonderful job that it would be cruel of me to punish you for that," she said, and I sighed with relief. "So, I'll just have to find something else to punish you for before the night is over, won't I?" I groaned. Partly at the thought of getting another spanking with the paddle, but also partly because Emma was slowly but firmly jacking my cock, and with this sort of action there was no way I'd be able to hold out, cock ring or not, the pre-cum dribbling down the outside of my shaft as quickly as she worked it into the skin. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and slid off me. "So, let's make things even... umm... harder... hehe... for you," she said as she picked up a long coil of rope. "Hands behind your back, please." I put my hands behind me and once again let Emma tie me to the chair. This time I was tied really tight, the rope around my wrists, the chair back, then my waist. She threaded it between my legs and pulled my hips tight to the seat itself, then ended by securing my ankles to the front legs of the chair. The rope was tight, and just biting into me a little, but soft enough that it wasn't unbearable. There was no way I was going anywhere, now! She straddled my thighs and faced me, pressing her pussy lips right up against my cock and slowly moving up and down, whilst moving her hands around my body - tickling here, pinching there, scratching my sides lightly with her fingernails and rubbing the pads of her thumbs over my nipples. With her weight on top of me I could feel the butt plug pressing firmly against my prostate and I tried to wriggle to another position. But to no avail. My cock screamed out for more direct attention, but from the glint in her eyes I could tell she was enjoying teasing me, rubbing her breasts against my chest, tracing her tongue around my jawline to my earlobe. As much as I wanted to thrust against her, and bury my cock deep inside her, the small movements that my bonds allowed me to make were nowhere near enough to do more than just rub up and down in small motions, teasing me yet further, and each movement made the plug move against me in ways that I couldn't describe, but were making my erection even harder.. She gently bit into my earlobe then whispered "I promised that you'd be getting a fucking from me at some point. Are you ready for it?" "God yeah!" I grunted, and turned my head around to try and kiss her, but she moved her face away from me, "Patience, patience!" she taunted, and gave one last tweak to my nipple before standing up. I moaned at the loss of contact, as she moved away to her bedside and picked up a packet. She tore it open with her fingers and pulled out a condom. She knelt in front of me and placed it on the tip of my erection, before leaning over and pushing it firmly down over me with her lips, all the way down to the base, where it abutted the rubber of the cock ring. My shaft swelled in her mouth and throbbed in time to my pulse, and she drew her lips back slowly, the sensation diminished by the latex in the way. With her fingers she pulled the bottom of the condom over the cock ring, and resumed her seat on my thighs. "Remember, you aren't allowed to cum unless I say so," she warned me, and pressed he lips against mine, demanding entry to my mouth with her tongue once more. "Mpfff." I tried to speak. "Sorry baby, what was that?" she asked, pulling back. "What's the condom for, if I'm not allowed to cum?" I asked. She grinned down at me evilly. "I suspect you're going to cum, even though you're not allowed to." Processing that, I determined that I was going to hold back as long as I possibly could, the quasi-fear of another spanking at the forefront of my mind, whatever she did now, though in retrospect that was probably exactly what she wanted. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Yeah." She raised up, her pussy pressed against the length of my cock the whole way up until it popped free underneath her, then lowered herself just onto the tip of me, her hand reaching between us to guide me carefully between her lips, then slowly, painstakingly, lowered herself back down onto me, so that I was buried deep inside her. "All those squats in the gym are paying off now," she said with a giggle, and raised herself slowly again, sliding my cock slowly inside her at a snail's pace, and then just before it felt like I would pop out of her, slowly back down again. A third time, slowly up, and slowly back down again. Then a rest. "How does it feel, Mike?" she asked, tracing her fingertips along my shoulders and upper arms. "Fucking amazing, is how it feels!" I tried to thrust up against her, but had nowhere to go, other than to grind the butt plug more firmly against me and she pushed her full weight down on my thighs. "Good." Up and down a fourth time, slowly, carefully, tantalisingly. Then, all of a sudden, an explosion of movement and she bounced up and down, on the balls of her toes, moving her pussy quickly, three, four, five times, and then to a complete halt again. Slow movement once more, once, up and down, almost as if she were trying to draw the cum out of me that was boiling away just beneath the surface. A second time. Slowly, teasingly, gradually up my cock until just the tip remained, then just as slowly down again, dragging against the sensitive flesh, and pulling my foreskin all the way back under the head until, this time, it stayed there when she reversed her steady, slow, gentle progress back up once more. And then once more the sudden, quick thrusts, once, two, three of them, bringing me desperately close to orgasm despite the condom and the cock ring. And then back to the slow, teasing strokes.