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Finger Trap

By: SoraRabbit



I kind of had a feeling my friend Jaime had plans for me that night, but honestly, I didn't care. See, I had plans of my own...

I'd been hot for Jaime for years. We used to work together five years before that night. We met during a smoke break. For some reason, we'd been alone out there—usually there was a crowd of milling coworkers, but that evening it had been just us. She sat down next to me on one of the benches and we struck up a conversation. This surprised me. For one thing, she could have sat anywhere. For another, she was a knock out. Well, I was in a relationship at the time, and so was she, so we kept it light. I must have made enough of an impression on her for her to add me to her social networking sites a few days later. Through there and instant messaging, we stayed in contact for five years, long after we'd both moved on from that job.

We had only hung out a couple of times, meeting for drinks at a bar downtown, seeing a movie—stuff like that. Not actual dates, just friends. I never made my move, because the girl always seemed to either be in a relationship or looking to snare the next guy she had her eye on. I was the comfortable, "harmless" friend. The one she could tell her love problems to, always good for an ego boost when she felt down. That seemed to be more and more as the years passed. She hadn't known it at the time, but when we'd met, she'd just gotten knocked up by her on again / off again boyfriend. When he discovered this, he bailed, leaving her alone to raise her daughter. She had the support of her family, but there were many times she would call me crying because of something a guy had done to break her heart, or the general difficulties of her life. I always made sure I was there for her. Through her second kid and countless guys, I was always there. I had no illusions that I would ever end up in bed with her—it was more that over time I'd genuinely come to like her as a person and appreciate her friendship.

When this story took place, I'd been alone for some time. My last girlfriend had been nearly a year before. I wasn't a very outgoing guy, unless I already knew and trusted a person. I don't consider myself much of a looker. I'd always been tall and scrawny. I have narrow features and my brown hair is always messy and untamable. I was the kind of guy a woman wouldn't look twice at. It made for a lot of lonely nights, but for the most part I didn't mind. I had a few good friends that assured me I was great. That was usually good enough for me.

Jaime and I had been keeping in touch fairly regularly. I couldn't figure out why . . . I just assumed she liked having someone around who listened to her. She didn't begrudge me my awkward flirtations, but also didn't make any reciprocating moves. My friend Sara was convinced I was her "back up cock". She had a theory she swore by—all hot women keep one guy friend in reserves, just in case. She will give him just enough attention and validation to make sure he sticks around, but won't make a move unless she's really desperate. I didn't agree with her, but she was certain she was right. I always wondered if I was Sara's back up, but decided it was probably better not to know.

Anyway, like I'd said, Jaime and I had spent years as friends. We had started talking more and more often, moving to texts. She would text me throughout the day, minor things, sometimes sending me pictures of herself, asking me what I thought of her hair or her makeup. I never missed an opportunity to compliment her. 

After a couple weeks of these texts, one day she asked if she was annoying me. I told her no and she explained that she really just needed a friend right now. She'd broken up with her most recent boyfriend, who she'd thought was "the one". They'd even gone so far as to buy a house together. When they'd split up, she and the kids moved out and had to live with her brother. She was feeling very low. On a whim, I invited her over for drinks the following night. She accepted immediately, as though she was waiting for the offer.

In preparation for her visit, I bought a couple of bottles of wine and tidied up the living room. (I didn't bother with my bedroom because I didn't want to get my hopes up.) I put on some soft music and lit a couple of candles. I couldn't think about anything else the entire day and was surprised I'd been able to get any sleep at all the night before. I kept telling myself to not get so worked up. It was just like all the other times, just two friends hanging out. But somewhere deep inside I wondered. This time felt different. For one thing, she'd never been to my house before.

I had a couple beers while waiting for the agreed-upon time. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to calm my nerves. With the liquid courage in me, it began to seem more possible that maybe tonight would be the night I would make my move. I was afraid to lose her as a friend, but with our increased communication, maybe she'd be more receptive than she had been.

When the time finally arrived and the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I went to the door, my mouth dry and my heart hammering in my chest. It seemed to stop completely as I opened the door and took in the vision of beauty standing demurely on my porch.

Jaime had always been beautiful, and the years had been kind to her. She was fairly short, maybe about 5'3", kind of slim, but with amazing curves. Her hips sloped and her breasts pushed out the front of her white knit blouse, which displayed an enormous amount of cleavage. Her long, straight blond hair framed her round, smiling face. Her smile had always knocked me out. The edges of her almond-shaped hazel eyes crinkled and her face lit up as she noticed me looking her over. My eyes travelled down to her short black pleated skirt, which showed off her lovely bare legs.

"You look . . . amazing," I said, awe in my voice. 

She giggled and put a hand to her hip, cocking it coyly. She was wearing an impish look. "You think?" 

I nodded, speechless.

She giggled again and said, "Thank you, Travis." She stepped inside; slipped her sandals off and I led her into the living room. "Oh, this is cozy," she said, noting the candles and the dim lighting. She set her purse down on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch. I pretended not to notice as her skirt rode up high on her round, firm thighs and wondered if she had done it on purpose. 

I cleared my throat and tried to keep an awkward silence from setting in. "I'm really glad you came . . . er, visited. Would you like some wine?"

She grinned broadly, batting her eyes a bit as she replied, "I would love some. Thank you."

I walked to the wet bar I installed a year before and opened one of the bottles of wine. I took my time, grateful for something to do to keep my nerves in check. "So, you got a babysitter for the evening?" I asked, casually.

"The whole night," she said softly. I glanced at her and was shocked to see her face redden. "Um, I needed a break. I love 'em to death, but they can drive me crazy sometimes."

I smiled as I finished pouring the wine. That had seemed to be a slip. It occurred to me for the first time that maybe Jaime had entertained the same thoughts as me about this evening.

"I can understand," I said, offering her the glass. I sat next to her, leaving a bit of space between us, but not enough to seem standoffish. "We all need a nice break now and then."

"Yeah," she agreed, her color returning. She sipped her wine and seemed to collect herself. I decided to not push the issue, and to give her the moment she needed. The seconds of silence seemed to give her confidence. She inched closer, her leg touching mine. "Sooo,"she said, her voice coy, "am I interrupting anything by being here? What would you have been doing tonight if I hadn't come over?" She smiled at me over the top of her glass, a devious look on her face.

The look frankly worried me, and I found myself stammering out an answer. "Um, I. Well." I took a deep breath and looked down at my glass, ignoring that I could still feel her sly eyes on me. "Nothing, really. I had no plans," I admitted.

"So this is better?" she prodded.

"Yes, much better," I agreed. For the first time (and certainly not the last) I got the sensation that we were dancing, and she'd taken the lead from me. I found myself wanting badly to make her blush again. Without giving myself time to think about what was coming out of my mouth, I said, "I certainly prefer sharing a bottle of wine with a beautiful woman to sitting around alone playing video games."

It wasn't enough. She tipped her eyes down demurely for a moment before looking up again, the devious look back. "Oh yes. I can guarantee I'm . . . much . . . better than playing with yourself," she said, her red-stained tongue darting out to lick the rim of her glass before retreating back into her mouth.

I admit I couldn't keep my composure after that. I must have gone beet red. The combination of seeing so much of her incredible body in front of me, her seductive tone, and the little trick with the glass had given me a shockingly hard erection. I berated myself for wearing slacks instead of jeans—the soft fabric tented out with little hope of hiding it. Luckily my shirt was untucked. Trying to appear nonchalant, I rearranged the front of my shirt to hide the tent.

Too late. She'd seen. I looked up in time to see her looking down at my crotch. Her eyes rose and met mine, an evil-looking smile playing on her lips. "Sorry about that. Too much?" she asked, giggling. "I can be such a tease sometimes! I swear I don't mean to be . . . " she trailed off, leaning back against the arm of the couch. The movement made her skirt rise further up her legs, exposing more of her creamy thighs. She let her legs part slightly. Just enough to reveal some skin on her inner thighs. I wondered fervently if she was wearing panties. 'Not that I'll ever find out,' I told myself. 'She's just playing with me. Any minute now she'll stop.'

As if she'd read my mind, she said, "I sure hope I'm not making you uncomfortable. You've been such a great friend . . . I really don't want to make you hate me." As she spoke she held the bowl of her wine glass in her right hand, allowing the fingers of her left hand to play up and down the stem, stroking it lightly.

I gulped, my eyes huge. "Not possible," I managed to say, my voice coming out as a pitiful croak. I felt ashamed of myself. How had I lost control of this evening so completely? I'd always told myself that I was much stronger than most guys. I'd prided myself on my willpower, but now I could see that my resolve was just an illusion. Now that my fantasy girl was actually here in front of me, all my imagined suaveness had evaporated and I was putty in her hands. 

"Am I making you nervous, Travis?" she asked softly, smirking and licking her lips after taking another sip of her wine.

"No, of c—course not," I stammered, draining the rest of my glass. 

She bared her teeth in a grin, giving me a look that could only be described as predatory. "Good," she breathed, extending the hand holding her now empty wine glass out to me. "I want you to be at ease. Maybe we should have another drink?"

I nodded, getting up awkwardly and turning to the wet bar. As I stood, my shirt lifted and she was given another hint of my painfully hard erection. I rearranged my shirt and poured us each another glass, trying desperately to regain my composure. It was a losing battle. She had to just be playing with me, I thought. She was making jokes at my expense to get a rise out of me. (Literally and figuratively.) There was no way in hell my friend could be flirting with me!

Right?

Taking a deep, calming breath, I plastered what I hoped was a confident smile onto my face and returned to the couch with the glasses. I sat down and leaned forward, saying, "Here's to good friends and a nice evening catching up." With that we clinked our glasses together and each took a drink.

She leaned forward, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse, and said, "I'm so glad to have you as a friend. I know I don't really say it, but I appreciate you always being there for me."

I forced myself to not stare at her cleavage as I replied, "Hey, I'm happy we're friends, too." There was more I wanted to say, but I couldn't figure out how, so I ended lamely with that.

That seemed enough for her, though, and leaning forward a bit more so that her ample breasts were almost spilling out over the top of her blouse, she touched my knee with her index finger, tracing it up to my leg slowly as she said, "And you know the best thing about having such a good friend? You can say . . . or do . . . anything with them without being afraid of the result. Because you have someone who truly knows you and who you feel safe with . . . "

My gaze was plastered on her cleavage, but I managed to look down at her finger and watched as it traced its way up my thigh. I felt lost. This couldn't be what it looked like . . . what it sounded like. Could it? I decided I had to know, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke quickly, trying to avoid stammering or croaking. "Jaime. What are you saying, exactly?" My mouth felt dry, but I couldn't break the spell she'd put me under enough to drink from my glass.

She tipped her eyes up to look at me, smirking again. (God that woman could make a smirk look sexy.) "What do you think, silly? I want to fuck your brains out."

My breath stopped and my mouth moved soundlessly. I'm sure I looked like a red trout, with my eyes as wide as they could get, my blushing cheeks and my mouth flapping uncontrollably. My cock throbbed against my pants, and all rational thought left me. All my wildest fantasies were about to come true and I couldn't believe it was possible! Sara was right—I was a backup cock and I didn't want to be anything else at that moment.

Jaime sat back, swirling her wine in the glass and giggling. "I see I have your full attention now. Usually I'm not so direct, but I was getting tired of beating around the bush. No more games. I'm here tonight to do everything I've always wanted to do with you. Every. Thing. After that we return to our own lives like this never happened. It will be our little secret, only for us. Do you agree with this?"

As she talked, I'd managed to close my mouth, but I still couldn't form words. I nodded dumbly, instead. I still couldn't wrap my brain around these developments.

She smiled evilly, leaning back more and pushing her legs firmly together. "Oh, Travis. I'm sorry. This won't work unless you make a verbal agreement with me. A nod can mean just about anything, don't you think? If you want this night to go any further, you're going to have to tell me so."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering whatever happened to her assertion that there would be no more games. She was obviously enjoying this . . . playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse. But it was no matter. It was worth a little degradation if I could get her into bed. I would do just about anything for that. I hated myself for this and felt like I was selling out, but the temptation was far too great. If it had been anyone but Jaime . . . Even if it had been her online or by text, I'm sure I could have held out, but in person, seeing this gorgeous creature splayed out on my couch, I had no resolve left anymore.

Swallowing hard, I forced the words out. "I agree."

"Oh, now that's not enough!" she said playfully, looking like a devil in a short skirt. "Just saying you agree doesn't define the terms properly. I think you forget I've been working in a law firm for two years now. I'm no lawyer, but I've picked some things up. If you want to go further, you have to be way more specific." She gazed at me over the rim of her glass, as though daring me to continue.

I took a long drink of my own wine and then a deep breath. Slowly, carefully, I repeated back what she wanted to hear. It was easy—it was burned into my feverish brain. "I agree that if we . . . fuck . . . I won't tell anyone. We go back to our lives afterwards and act like it never happened."

She leaned forward, the light in her eyes dancing. Her red lipstick and wine-coated lips parted, showing a flash of her dazzlingly white teeth. "And what will this be?"

My mind reeled, unsure at first of what she meant. Then I got it. "It will be our little secret."

Her face brightened. "Right! And since it took so long to get a proper agreement out of you, I'm thinking I need you to continue to be more specific. After all," she said, her voice lilting flirtatiously, "how will I know what you want if you don't tell me?"

I had no idea what to say. I had always been horrible at dirty talk. I fidgeted, unable to get comfortable as my slacks felt way too small, for obvious reasons. I felt like I was covered in sweat and my heart was hammering in my chest. I was suddenly afraid that I was about to screw everything up. "I . . . I want to fuck you," I said quickly, desperately. "I've wanted to since we met. You're . . . you're my fantasy girl."

"Reeeeeally?" she said, leaning forward more, her hands almost in my lap. She looked excited. "Do tell!"

"Well," I said, finding it a little easier to talk with that kind of encouragement. "You're beautiful—the most beautiful woman I've ever known. And I just like everything about you. I've always considered myself very lucky to know you, even if I never had a chance with you." I finished my drink and she offered her empty glass to me. I refilled our glasses, waiting for her response. 

She finally answered when I got back to my seat. "That's really very sweet Travis. I had a feeling, but I never knew for sure. Tell me something . . . have you ever played with yourself while thinking about me . . . or while looking at my pictures?"

I gulped again and drained half my glass in one go. She was looking at me attentively, waiting for my answer. There was no way out—the cat had me backed into a corner. "Y—yes," I admitted, blushing harder.

"Yeah? More than once?" she pressed eagerly, looking extremely pleased.

"Yeah. A lot," I continued. "I ca—can't help myself. I can't imagine a more perfect body than yours."

"I see. And so I'm sure you'd like to see more of it?" I nodded and she clucked her tongue at me. "Ah, ah. We talked about this. You have to be verbal with me, honey."

"I—I want to see your body!" I said frantically, worried she might change her mind if I took too long. "All of it. I want to see your breasts."

She laughed, and it was almost a cackle. "Breasts? That's just silly." She set her glass down on the coffee table and leaned in towards me, clutching one breast in each hand and squeezing them, moving them up so they were almost tumbling out of her blouse again. "Don't you be all proper with me. These aren't breasts. These are tits."

I nodded, swallowing. "Yes, they are. I want to see your tits." I had only been able to imagine what they looked like—the closest I'd been able to see were photos of her lounging around in the sand at the beach wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. Needless to say, those were among my favorite photos. I'd saved them and many others to my computer in a folder labeled "J".

"What's the magic word?" she asked, impishly. She continued to fondle herself.

"Please?" I said, my voice pleading and almost whine. She was really driving me crazy. I didn't know how much more of this I could stand. I wanted to tackle her and rip her clothes off, but she was totally in control. And what was worse, she knew it. I downed the rest of my glass and set it next to hers. The wine and the arousal, the smell of her perfume and the closeness of her body were all combining to make my head spin.

She grinned toothily at me and in one swift, graceful movement she grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. She extended her arm and let it drop to the side of the coffee table. 


Finger Trap



I couldn't believe my eyes. The woman I'd been friends with for years, the woman I'd dreamed about and lusted over, jerked off to her image and fervently wished would spend the night with me was now sitting on my couch wearing nothing but a bra and a skirt. It was white and lacy, probably so it wouldn't show through her top. Not taking her eyes off me or showing the slightest hint of self-consciousness, she reached around her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it from her chest and letting it join her blouse on the floor. 

My mouth dropped open again, and I didn't care. Her breasts were more amazing than I'd imagined. They were big and round, sagging slightly from their own weight, but absolutely perfect. I honestly couldn't remember ever seeing more perfectly proportioned tits in my life. They were the same mild tan as the rest of her, and were capped with lovely, pink nipples, which were hard, either from the air in the room or the arousal of the situation.

"What do you think?" she asked, teasingly, wiggling back and forth to make them sway like pendulums. 

"A—a-- " I was trying to say "amazing", but it wouldn't come out. "Oh my god," was what I managed instead.

This, again, seemed to be the right response, and she giggled. (I swear I'll hear that giggle until my dying day. It was pure music.) "Good enough," she said, settling back against the arm of the couch. "Now you."

"Huh?" I said, again displaying my wonderful conversational talent. "Wha?" I added, finally tearing my eyes from her mouthwatering globes and looking at her questioningly. 

She giggled again, obviously getting a kick out of the way she had me reacting. "Your shirt, you doofus. Take it off."

Nervously, I unbuttoned my shirt, frustrated with how difficult a concept buttons had become. After what felt like a major struggle, I finally had them undone, and pulled my shirt off. I shuddered, feeling the cool air of the room hitting the slight sheen of sweat that had appeared on me during the lovely torture of the last few minutes.

"Mmm," she murmured, nodding and biting her lip. This confused me, and I looked down, wondering what she was approving of. I was a scrawny guy, but over the last couple of years I'd managed to put on a few pounds and started lifting weights. As a result my chest had broadened and my muscles had become a bit more defined. I didn't think it was much of an effect, certainly not as much as I was aiming for, but she seemed to like it. "Nice, Travis. You hide a lot under those loose dress shirts of yours . . . and apparently in those slacks, too."

I followed her pointed gaze and saw that the tent in my crotch was now exposed from its slight cover. Wildly, I wished I could grab the throw pillow from behind me, but decided against it. After all, she was exposed too.

"Now the rest," she said, not looking away from my crotch.

"But-- " I started.

She clucked at me again. "No arguing. If this is going to work, you have to do everything I say without question. I'm in charge. Otherwise the agreement is off." She tried to look harshly at me, but broke into a grin almost right away.

I nodded, worried that she wasn't entirely joking. Standing on wobbly legs, I undid the button on the front of my slacks and unzipped them. I pulled them down quickly, wanting to get it over with. I stepped out of them and back towards the couch. The movement made my cock protrude from the open fly of my boxers. I laughed shakily. "Oops."

I glanced up at her sheepishly and was stunned by her reaction. Her soft red lips had parted and her eyes had widened, looking shocking when compared to her usual half-lidded look. Seemingly unnoticed by her, her tongue slid slightly out of her mouth and ran across her upper teeth. She then bit her lower lip again and pulled her eyes up to mine. "You've been keeping lots of secrets, haven't you?" she whispered, throatily. 

Smiling a little, but still nervous, I hooked my thumbs in my waist band and removed my shorts as well. I know I'm not the biggest guy—I consider myself rather average at about six inches, but my cock is thick. And I was at full mast, showing off what length and girth I had to the fullest.

I sat shyly back in my original spot, my erection waggling and settling to a fully upright angle. It was so hard it was almost touching my stomach at this position.

"Do you . . . want me to touch it?" she asked softly.

I nodded and she gave me a reproachful look. I stammered, "Uh—um, yes." I swiftly added, "Please."

She laughed, delightedly clapping. "You're learning!" Not wasting any time, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She squeezed, stroked downwards, then released her grip and trailed her fingers up and down the length. She ran her nails lightly over the surface of my balls, making me shudder more than the cool air had. My eyes were trying to close on their own, but I forced them to stay open, not wanting to miss anything. Her naturally small hands made my cock look enormous. She trailed her fingers up again, running her black-polished nails over the sensitive head.

"Mmm," she moaned, leaning forward. "I should ask first, but I know what the answer will be already, don't I?" Her face was drawing in towards my throbbing cock, and she was licking her lips in anticipation. 

"Yes," I whispered. "Please."

She glanced up at me, smiling broadly at what I'd said. Then she leaned in the rest of the way, her satiny tongue darting out to lick gently along my shaft. It was a feather touch, but the feel of that along with the alluring gaze she was throwing me while doing it had me on the verge of coming. Smiling around her tongue, she licked up and down like I was a popsicle. Then she suddenly opened her mouth and engulfed my cock, slamming her face down onto it, taking me all the way in and down to her throat.

I moaned, my head rocking back beyond my control. "Ohhhh. Jaime . . . "

She pulled up a bit, her mouth tight and wet against my rod, caressing the underside with her tongue as she started to bob up and down. Not fast, but with a steady rhythm.

I could feel the pressure building up fast and desperately struggled to hold off my rapidly approaching orgasm. This whole thing had taken roughly fifteen seconds, from the first contact of her tongue. I was afraid that if I blew off too soon she'd get frustrated and stop. My moans became whimpers and I couldn't stop them from coming out of me any more than it seemed I could stop from blasting in her mouth.

Hearing my whimpers, she raised her head, releasing my cock from her mouth with a smacking noise. She regarded me, eyebrows arched, smiling. "You're about to come, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded, letting out another whimper. Even though she'd stopped touching me, the view of her breasts and the lust in her eyes kept me close to the edge. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

Still smiling, she cupped my full balls in her hand, feeling their weight. "Don't apologize, hon. I'd be insulted if you weren't close. I mean, I AM your fantasy girl, after all, right?" She started brushing the fingers of her other hand up my shaft, fingers dancing over the throbbing veins of my member. 

"Y—yes," I replied.

"Then show me that I am. Come for me. But don't think I'm done with you yet. This night is just getting started, baby," she said, sweetly. Batting her eyes, she continued with, "Would you like to come in my mouth, Travis?"

"Yes. Yes please!" I gasped, watching her fingers continue to manipulate me.

"Please what?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

I felt like screaming. This was agonizing! Instead, I forced my voice to stay steady and said, "Please let me come in your mouth, Jaime. I need to. Please!"

"Good boy," she said, smiling and nodding her approval. She gripped the base of my cock firmly and dove back down on it, not holding back anymore. I had already been painfully close, and the suddenness of her movements sent me over the edge. She only made it up and down three times before I exploded. I cried out with shock at the intensity of it. In my entire life, masturbating regularly since I was twelve, and through four sex partners, before then I had never had an orgasm that enormous. I honestly thought I was going to black out for a moment. My hips started bucking uncontrollably, but she held on. Her eyes widened and her cheeks ballooned out as the rush of semen hit her tongue and filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, managing to keep it all inside without any escaping. Once my thrusts stopped and the spasms in my cock had died down, she sucked harder, coaxing the last bit of sperm out of me. She released me from her clutches again and settled back against the arm of the couch, licking her lips and moaning softly, a contented look on her face. 

"I love that," she said, reaching for her glass and finishing off the last of her wine. She looked back at me, her eyes burning with lust. "Not bad, right?" she asked, the teasing tone back in her voice.

I swallowed, my mouth still dry. "Jaime," I wheezed. "That was the most incredible experience of my life."

"Up to now . . . " she said, standing up and taking a couple of steps away, her hips swaying. She turned away from me and unhooked her skirt, sliding it slowly over her hips and down her legs. My earlier question was answered as I was treated to another sight I never thought I'd see—her bare buttocks. Her ass was as amazing as the rest of her—smooth and round, but tight. I gasped, drinking in the sight, wanting to always remember every curve of her small, voluptuous frame.

Stretching her arms over her head, she spun on her heel, revealing herself to me fully and with no hesitation. I can tell you with no doubt, she had nothing to be ashamed of! Jaime was (and still is, in my opinion) the most beautiful woman in existence. And I was being allowed to see her completely bare in front of me. With her arms up, her tits were raised, her nipples pointing straight out. Her sides dipped in to her slim middle and then curved out drastically to her round hips, which led down to her firm thighs. Her belly was slightly rounded, but not flabby. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth, and even with her legs tightly together, I could see her erect clit poking out. As she spread her legs a bit to give me a better view, I could see wetness glistening on her upper inner thighs. Clearly I wasn't the only one excited by how this evening was playing out. 

She lowered her arms, fingers tangled in her hair, and ruffled it, giving herself a wild look. Her hands dropped to her hips and she swayed along to the music. My eyes were riveted to her, watching her every move. The look on her face was pure sex—untamed and hungry. I noticed I was chewing on my lip as I watched her display.

She crossed to me and straddled me, resting on my legs, with my cock standing up between us. Her hands were gripping my biceps for support and she leaned her face in close to mine. We fell into a passionate kiss. Immediately her tongue was in my mouth, touching my tongue, and I quickly got up to speed, kissing her back. She pulled herself closer to me until I could feel the wetness of her slit against my shaft. She rubbed herself up and down on me, one hand stroking my arm, the other tangled in my hair. I flexed my cock, making it even harder for her and she gasped against my mouth. She rubbed faster, moving up and down against me with intensity and our kiss was broken by her gasping moans. Suddenly she threw her arms around me and held me tight, crying out, fingernails digging into my back. Her movements stopped and I felt a flood of wetness against me, dripping down to my legs and soaking my pubic hair. Her face was pressed against mine and I could feel her warm breath in my ears as her cry became a long, low moan. The moan tapered off as she released her grip on me, linking her wrists around my neck and leaning back, trying to catch her breath.

"Well . . . " she said, her lovely eyes opening and searching my face. "That was . . . unexpected." She chuckled lightly and scooted backwards off of me. I looked down to see my cock and legs slick with her juices. The musky scent filled my nostrils, making me even more deliciously light-headed. I looked up at her and saw she was blushing. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I kind of . . . flow . . . when I'm excited." She recovered herself quickly and the mischievous look came back to her face. She took my hand and guided my finger to her pussy, making a small sound as she ran it along and just inside her slit. She lifted my hand and I could see my finger was coated with her juices. She brought it up to my mouth, and taking her cue, I opened up and closed my lips around my own finger, sucking it clean. I can honestly say, I've never tasted anyone as sweet.

"Mmm," I said, appreciatively.

She smiled, releasing my hand and taking a step back. "So . . . does this thing turn into a bed?" she asked, nodding at the couch. 

I got up quickly and set to work, moving the coffee table, pulling the cushions out and yanking out the sofa bed. When I was done, I realized she'd been watching me, still with that predatory look on her face. I looked back, self-conscious, and sat on the edge of the bed. She walked back over to me and reached out, grabbing my still-erect penis. "Looks like you're ready for more," she murmured, stroking me. I nodded. "Not good enough," she reprimanded me, teasing. "You have to ask me for it."

"I want to fuck you, Jaime," I said, huskily, enjoying the feeling of her idly jerking me off.

"You want to fuck me," she echoed, smirking. "No, Travis. I don't think so."

I looked at her, agape. Was she really going to bring us to this point and stop? Realizing I had demanded, not asked, I quickly said, "Please?"

She giggled, gripping me tighter. "Oh, don't worry, baby-- I don't mean we're going to stop. Not a chance in hell. I need to feel this thing inside me. And after all, we have . . . all . . . night . . . " As she said this last bit, she released me and pushed me back to a laying position, with my legs still hanging over the edge. Looking like a ravenous tiger, with her bared teeth and her golden hair, she crawled up me until our noses almost touching. She growled at me, "No. You're not going to fuck me. I'm going to fuck you." I moaned as she said this, feeling as she reached between us and guided my cock right into her warm, soaking cunt. There was no resistance—I was buried within her in an instant. 

The feeling of finally being inside her was indescribable. She was right-- this was now the most incredible experience of my life. I wanted to tell her so, but couldn't talk. All I could do was moan along with her as she bucked and grinded against me, our bodies moving together as one. My eyes had squeezed shut on their own at some point, so I opened them and was treated to an enchanting sight. She was staring down at me, face contorted with pleasure, hair draping down on either side of both our heads. She raised herself up and her tits bobbed, hanging down tantalizingly. I reached up and grabbed them, unable to resist, reveling in them. They were just as soft as they looked. Pliant, but still firm. They really were perfect. I squeezed them and toyed with her nipples, running my thumbs over them, pinching them. Her moans and panting increased and she thrust against me hard, letting out another piercing cry. I leaned up as far as I could and latched onto one nipple with my mouth, biting down lightly. Her cry went on, almost becoming a scream. I felt her cunt contract against me and felt her wetness hitting my balls, spraying, just as she had said. I continued licking and suckling her breast, then moved on to the other one, and her cries became a whimper. She hung limply above me, her eyelids fluttering and her mouth wide open as she panted.

An idea struck me. No longer afraid she would back down, I decided to test out this new facet of our friendship. I decided to take over, and knew I'd have to do it fast, before she recovered. Grabbing her upper arms, I lifted her, rolling us both over until she was beneath me. With a little careful maneuvering, I managed to stay inside her the whole time. Her eyes widened and her mouth became an "O" of shock. "Travis?" she whispered.

"Shh," I returned, "My turn." I reached down and spread her legs wider, pulling myself most of the way out of her. I held this position for a moment, smiling down at her, wondering if I was copying her smirk properly. She made a whining noise and tried to buck up against me, attempting to pull me back into her. I held her legs too firmly for that, however. When I gauged she'd waited long enough, I allowed myself to slide slowly into her, inch by inch until I was pressing against her mound with my pubic bone. She moaned, her eyes closing. I pulled back and thrust back in, harder, and she cried out. Keeping up the new speed, I could feel she was close to coming again. She gripped my upper arms hard, showing her teeth as she groaned and moved against me. Staying silent, I thrust in this way until I felt her climaxing again, her pussy walls gripping my cock even tighter than before. I could actually hear the spray this time, and didn't slow my rhythm, enjoying the sloshing sound we were making as I moved in and out of her. Her moans became whimpers again and I slowed my thrusts, wanting to drive her as crazy as she'd driven me.

She had other ideas, however. Not telegraphing her moves at all, she reached up and pushed me over, mounting me and impaling herself on my rod, all in one smooth motion. The sensation was incredible! With seemingly no transition she was suddenly on top of me again, riding me with abandon, her hair flying everywhere. She had her palms planted against my chest and her thighs were locked tight against me, holding me in place. She had the most deliciously devilish look on her face as she fucked me, looking down smugly at her prize. 

Her voice shaky with exertion, she said, "Nice try, Travis, but I'm still in control. And now I'm going to make you come. No more resisting!" She grinned and humped against me harder, her tits bouncing up and down with every movement.

I groaned, struggling to withstand her attack. I wasn't going down that easily. I could tell my mutiny had affected her. The surprise on her face had been tinged with desire—and I couldn't help but notice she'd come even harder with me on top. I realized then that even though taking control had seemed a whim before, it was actually a necessity. She wanted me to seize control from her. She hadn't come earlier until I'd surprised her by playing with her breasts. So it seemed she got off on losing the upper hand, no matter how hard she tried to make it seem like she wanted to be in the lead . . . interesting.

Wanting to test this out, I reached around and gripped her ass, pulling her body up a bit. She looked down at me with surprise again, and I felt her thighs loosen their iron hold. She wasn't quite helpless at this point, so I gripped her ass tighter, digging my trimmed nails into her, clawing lightly but with insistence. She made a distracted purring sound and looked down at me with smoldering lust in her eyes. I was pleasantly surprised that I hadn't come yet, and I think she was too. "Finish!" she whimpered, her voice pleading. 

I shook my head. "You didn't say please." Her eyes widened again, and I took that moment to flip her again, rolling the other direction. She struggled, trying to flip herself back on top of me, but I wasn't letting her. I grabbed her wrists, one in each hand and held them over her head, pressed into the mattress. Still buried deep inside her, I looked down, smirking again, but also searching her face to make sure I'd made the right call. 

"Ngh. Damn you," she grunted, trying to pull her arms free. I wasn't holding her painfully, but wanted to make sure she couldn't get away from my grip without a fight. 




Finger Trap



"Yeah?" I asked. "You want me to let you go?"

There was a flash of frustration on her face as she realized the new rules, but that look was quickly replaced with lust. "Mmm, nooo . . . " she said, still struggling, but now doing so half-heartedly. 

I leaned in close and licked her neck, causing a shiver to ripple through her. I whispered into her ear, "You want me to make you come again, don't you, Jaime?" 

"Mmm," was her only answer. 

"Ah, ah. I need more than that," I said, my voice lilting.

She bit her lip hard and seemed to struggle internally. Finally she blurted out, "I want you to make me come, Travis! Please make me come!"

"Good girl," I whispered, and began moving again. I didn't let go of her wrists, but she'd stopped struggling. I quickly found my rhythm and was startled to realize I was close to coming myself. I slowed down, determined to make her finish first. 

She didn't make this easy, though, as she continued talking breathily, distant, almost as though she didn't realize she was still talking. "Oh god, yes, Travis. Fuuuuuck! Make me come, baby. Make me come soooo hard. I want you to slam into me! Yessss—like that! Ngh! Yeah, babe, I'm so close. Fuck me hard. Fuuuuuuck meeeeeee!" This last was a howl as I brought her over the precipice. I let go of her wrists and she threw her arms around me, thrashing beneath me as her orgasm ripped through her small, voluptuous frame.

"Oh shit," I breathed, speeding up. I knew I couldn't hold back anymore. 

Still wearing the helpless, wide-eyed look, she continued muttering. "Yeah, baby, yessss! Now you! I want to feel you come!" I grunted in response, sweat dripping from me. My hair felt wet and plastered to my forehead. The speed of my thrusts had increased and her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth curling into a sweet smile. Then her eyes flew open and she looked panicked. "Travis! Don't come inside me!" 

If she had waited even a second to say this, it would have been too late, as I was feeling my first spasm. I quickly pulled out, grabbing my erupting cock and pointing it at her belly. My cock had other ideas, though. I was so worked up that my orgasm was even more intense than the last one. The force of my ejaculation made my first shot hit her on the chin and neck. The second struck her breasts, and the third finally oozed onto her belly. I groaned and let my eyes close as the last waves of my second orgasm of the night rolled through me and finally receded. 

I opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me dreamily, eyes half-lidded, her amazing body soaked in sweat and cum. As she regarded me, she idly ran her finger along her chin, catching the dripping cum. She slipped her finger into her mouth, smiling alluringly. She propped herself up on her elbows, and looked dazed, her hair mussed and hanging over one eye. 

I flopped to one side of her, catching my breath. She leaned on one arm and continued looking at me, pressing her body against mine. Her whole demeanor had changed, even the tone of her voice. "That was sooo . . . explosive," she purred contentedly. "I never imagined it would be like this, Travis. Hell, if I had, I would have nailed you much sooner." She giggled, tracing one finger through my chest hair. "You know . . . I've never really given in like that before. Most guys have to scramble to keep up with me."

"I could tell you wanted to give in," I said, returning her smile. 

"Mmhmm. It was nice. When you held me down, I thought I'd lose my mind."

Thinking about it was getting me hard again. She felt me poking her in the belly and reached down, shocked to find me semi erect. "Wow . . . " she breathed, stroking me lovingly to a full erection. "I guess you really DO like spending time with me!"

I chuckled. "That's an understatement." I nudged her onto her back and leaned over her. "I want you again. But this time I'm completely in charge."

She smiled back at me, stunned but pleased. "Mm. Alright." Her eyes gleamed and she again wore that hungry look. But now it wasn't the look of a predator. It was more like the look of an addict. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, voice innocent, turning onto her side and looking at me with her huge eyes.

I ran my hand down her side and reached around to grip her ass. "I'm open to suggestions, but I got the sense earlier that you need some attention down . . . here." I punctuated the last word with a light smack on her bottom, enjoying the sound of the impact. I'd always been curious about the whole spanking thing, but had never gotten the chance to try it. It seemed to fit in with the theme of our evening. She moaned at the sensation, her eyelids fluttering. After she recovered, she looked back at me, nervously, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'll do whatever you say, Travis . . . but I've never had anyone in there before."

My eyes widened and my cock throbbed painfully. I hadn't been thinking about anal . . . but obviously her mind had been close to the subject. That was another thing I'd never been able to try.

Taking my surprise as disbelief, she quickly stammered, "No, really. I've always wanted to try it. It's been a fantasy of mine for years. But I wanted my first time to be with someone I trust. With a friend. A friend like you."

"Is that . . . what you want?" I asked, trying to make my face stay neutral. If I gave away how much this prospect excited me, I was afraid I'd lose control again. I had a strong instinct this would only work for her if she remained submissive.

She nodded, still nervous, but her voice was eager as she said, "Yes. I want it more than anything, and I think you'd be the perfect one to do it with."

The smirk crept back onto my face as I decided to keep pressing on with our little game. "Well, if that's what you want, I might be able to be persuaded . . . but you're going to have to ask me nicely."

Her eyes widened for a split second, but I caught it. The look was quickly replaced with a pleading look. She seemed worried that I might change my mind. I felt some satisfaction at this, remembering how she'd dangled her sex in front of me like a carrot, forcing me to beg for it. It occurred to me that she had only been doing to me what she wanted done to her. "Please Travis? Please give me what I want? I'll be good. I promise." She even clasped her hands together as she pleaded.

I scooted off the bed and turned away, feigning indifference. "Now come on! That doesn't sound like you really want it. That sounds more like you're asking me for a cookie." I turned and looked pointedly at her, turning my teasing into a command. "I won't do it unless you ask me properly. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Getting on all fours, she crawled to the edge of the bed and looked up at me, blinking. "Please, Travis. Please fuck me in the ass. I really, really want you to." 

I nodded , smiling. "Very good." I crossed to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of baby oil I'd kept for giving massages to my previous girlfriend. I brought it back to the bed and noted that she was still on all fours, looking at me expectantly. "Yes, stay just like that," I ordered, climbing up behind her. She looked back at me, looking almost scared. "Don't worry," I told her soothingly, "I'm not just going to ram it in. I'm going to get you ready first."

Trusting me, she turned her face away and rotated her hips, tipping her ass up more and giving me free reign to do what I wanted. I dipped my index finger into her still-sopping pussy and then brought it up to her asshole, rubbing around it, getting the area nice and wet. Slowly and carefully I worked my finger in. She gasped at the first penetration, but after a bit she was pushing back, helping me to get inside. It was so tight—I couldn't imagine fitting my entire cock in there.

Keeping my finger as far inside her as I could get it, I asked her, "How does that feel?"

"Oh! Nice. I-- " she stopped, crying out in pleasure. I was wiggling my finger around.

"Hmm," I commented. "Sounds better than nice. You ready for something bigger?"

"Oh yes," she gasped. "I want to feel it now. I need to feel your cock in my ass."

Still not believing this was happening, I slowly removed my finger, which made her gasp again. I poured some oil onto my hand and rubbed it on my rod, also massaging some around her puckered opening. Not wanting to give either of us time to back out, I positioned myself at her anus and slowly pushed the head of my cock inside. She moaned, deep and low, burying her face in the mattress. I continued my slow push and was shocked when the next inch slid right in. 

"Ah! Slow!" she yelped.

"Oops, sorry," I muttered, repositioning myself. I held onto my cock with one hand and her fleshy cheeks with the other, trying to ease the rest of the way in. This did the trick, and before I knew it, I was in to the hilt. 

"Oh god . . . oh fuck . . . " she murmured in between her purring moans. 

"I'm all the way in there," I told her, voice low and almost a growl. "Your ass is squeezing me so tight. I'm going to start moving now. I want to make you come from the feeling of having your ass ravaged."

My words brought another moan from her. I started to pull out and pushed back in, slowly, but with increasing speed. With each thrust I moved faster and each inward stroke tore another sexy moan from her. She lifted her head and looked back at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Oh god, Travis," she panted. "You feel so good. Keep going. Speed up a little. Yeah. Like that. You're gonna make me come. OH!" And suddenly she was bucking and thrashing against me, whipping her hair around and crying out. Her passage clamped down around me and it became almost impossible to keep thrusting. I managed, though, grabbing her hips and pulling us together, using the momentum to pull most of the way out before repeating the process. She couldn't hold up against this onslaught, and her orgasm became another, ever stronger orgasm. She was almost grunting as I continued to move and she managed a single word in between her cries of pleasure. "Harder!" she groaned, digging her fingers into the sheets and gripping them for support.

I was happy to oblige, and started thrusting as hard as I could, enjoying the tightness and the friction. Even though I'd already come twice in quick succession, I found my next climax building up fast. If possible, it felt like this one was going to be even bigger. 

I leaned forward, slowing my thrusts, and whispered to her, "I'm going to come, Jaime. I can't hold back."

"Oh yeah. Shit! Come in my ass, Travis! Fill me up!" she cried, bucking against me.

Returning to my original position, I dimly realized that I'd lost control again, but it seemed fine at this point. I think we'd both given up control and all we wanted was the explosive finish to this mutual fantasy come true. We'd been so intent on playing this game with each other that we'd both unknowingly become ensnared in the trap. 

I didn't have long to muse on this, however, as soon all rational thought left me. I started to come, pumping her ass full of my spunk, not slowing my thrusts. The only indication I gave of my climax was my out of breath moans. As she felt my body tense against her and my cock started to spurt inside her, she cried out again, this one an actual scream of ecstasy as she came once again. Her canal clutched at me and I felt the last of my sperm ooze into her.

My thrusts slowed and finally stopped completely and I was still, clutching at her hips and feeling the waves of pleasure fade away. Buried inside her, my aching cock gave one last powerful spasm, and surprising us both, she groaned again and tensed around me, my involuntary movement forcing one last orgasm out of her.

I slid slowly, carefully out of her, my erection finally subsiding. Once I was free of her, she flopped face-down on the bed, panting. She was motionless except for the rapid rise and fall of her back as she caught her breath. I let myself rest, laying half on and half off of her, breathing deep and steady as my heart rate returned to normal and my burning, chafed member slowly wilted. I had a feeling nothing could rouse it for a fourth round, but also sensed she was sated. I smiled at the thought, giving a soft, contented groan.

She turned her head towards me, giving me a smile and another sweet purr of pleasure. She leaned in and we fell into a kiss. Not a hot and heavy kiss this time, just a gentle loving one, enjoying the feel of our lips on one another. 

When the kiss broke, she whispered, "That . . . was . . . fucking amazing."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah it was. I'm never going to forget that. Any of it."

She chuckled and said, "Yeah . . . about that. I was thinking . . . Maybe we don't need to just go back to our lives like none of that ever happened."

"No?"

"No," she agreed, continuing. "Honestly, Travis, I don't think I could. Not all the way. Not after knowing what's been right under my nose all this time."

"Yeah, same here," I admitted. I mean, I always suspected she'd be incredible in the sack, but she'd turned out to be a fucking sex goddess! 

"Of course, I'm not saying we should get together or anything. We should stay friends, but maybe more the kind of friends we were tonight."

I nodded. "The kind of friends who fuck like rabbits and leave each other in a near-comatose state."

She laughed. "Exactly! I couldn't have said it better!"

So that's what happened. We continued to be friends, only with more time stripped bare. It never would have happened if she hadn't set up a trap for me that I'd willingly walked into. All in all, I would say that it was the best trap I could ever have been caught in. And it helped that she was also trapped along with me. And just like a Chinese finger trap, the more we struggle, the more firmly entrapped we are. 

Not that either of us would complain . . .