5 comments/ 20103 views/ 17 favorites More than Friends Ch. 01 By: mytentoryours I was at college in Manchester and spent two years sharing an old house with seven others - three other guys and four girls. The house had three stories: on the ground floor was a large common room and a kitchen, and a utility room with laundry facilities. The upper two floors each had four small bedrooms and a decent bathroom, and we naturally split it so that the girls were on one floor (the top floor) and the guys on another (the middle floor). We were all friends, although we didn't always share the same interests. Dave, John and Rick were all mad keen football fans - Dave played for the varsity second team and all seven of us often went to cheer him on when they had a home game - but football wasn't really my cup of tea, rugby was. All four of the girls were cute in their own way. Debs and Sarah were both slender blondes with decent sized breasts, though with different builds - Sarah was nearly six foot tall to Debs' five foot three, and Lou was a petite half-Asian girl with long dark hair and a chest that seemed far too big for her frame. Emma was plainer, but had reddish-brown wavy shoulder-length hair and small breasts and wider hips, and was more athletic and toned than the other three. None of them would ever have caught my eye as a particular stunner, and I'd never had any inclination to date any of them. The eight of us would normally spend our midweek evenings in the college union bar, which was about a ten minute walk from the house, drinking a few beers and where Dave, John and Rick would watch whatever football was on the telly, whilst the girls would chat with their friends. When I got bored with the football I'd normally grab someone and head over to the pool room where we'd shoot a few frames. As the first year progressed we'd settled into something of a rhythm, picked up all our own boyfriends and girlfriends and had quite the small gang of folks. I found myself getting on particularly well with Emma, as we seemed to have similar tastes - we both often ended up in the gym at the same time, and she had a boyfriend on the varsity rugby team and we'd often end up chatting together while she watched him play. I wasn't ever good enough to be in the squad, but I enjoyed the game and helped out the coaches in training and on match days. Most weeks it would be Emma who wanted to play pool, as well, and we struck up something of a rapport. It never seemed particularly awkward when she would complain about her boyfriend - we'd have a good old laugh about his foibles and I'd occasionally regale her with stories about what a clueless idiot I was with my girlfriend, too, and how blokes needed to be told straight up what to do, or what they were doing wrong, and how it was no use expecting us to be able to reads girls' minds, unfathomable as they are! It certainly didn't occur to me at the time that there was any sexual tension between us, we were, after all, just good friends - I'd even heard Rick telling Emma's boyfriend Jason there wasn't anything to worry about - but looking back, I guess I can see how Jo, the girl I was seeing at the time, might have been jealous at the amount of time I spent with her, and how it led to our breakup, though I don't think I'd been completely happy in our relationship for quite some time. Emma was sympathetic, of course, but a little bit cynical as well. Jo was the fourth girl I'd been with over the course of just over a year, not unusual for being at college, I'd thought, but Emma seemed to think I was too flighty and unable to hold down a relationship! I must have had more than a few drinks, because for some reason I started opening up about how most of the girls I'd been with were strong personalities most of the time, but seemed unwilling to take any initiative in bed, but Emma didn't stop me at all, and I guess she just stored the information away. Maybe I should have seen the signs when Emma and Jason broke up a few weeks later and it was my turn to listen to her pour out her woes about how controlling he was and how he was putting pressure on her to move in with him. Even then I wasn't thinking about sex with her though - after all, she was my friend and she wasn't really "my type". _+_+_ At college, we used to have what was euphemistically called "reading week". This was, ostensibly, a time when you didn't have any lectures, classes or seminars, but were supposed to catch up on the extensive reading list ready to prepare for the first papers that were due a week or so afterwards. In practice, everyone treated it like a week off, and a lot of people simply went home for the week. On this occasion, Dave, John, Rick, Emma and myself were staying, whilst Debs, Sarah and Lou had all gone home. It was a Tuesday evening, and as normal we'd arranged to meet in the union bar at around half-six. Emma and I had both been in the gym and were the last to arrive, so I headed to the bar to get drinks for her and me whilst she went and sat down with the guys. The bar was otherwise empty except for the bartender, who seemed disgruntled about having any customers at all, from the look of him. Carrying two pints of Fosters over to the table, I caught the tail end of the conversation, and Emma turned to me to take the glass from my hand. "These guys aren't staying," she said, turning up her nose. "What? Isn't there any football on tonight?" I asked. "Yeah, but we've got tickets for the game at Old Trafford," Dave said, flourishing his ticket at me. "We're going there. I asked you last week if you were coming - the tickets were cheap 'cos it's the League Cup". I had a vague recollection of him asking me something along those lines, a while back, and I suspect I had tuned out most of the conversation around it and had said I didn't really fancy it. "There's bound still to be tickets if you wanna come too," Rick said. "The radio reckoned that they'd still have them on sale at the gate." They were looking at me expecting me to agree... maybe even to drive, since I was the only one of who did. I looked at Emma, and she wrinkled her nose at the idea. "I think I'll pass, guys," I decided, turning back to Dave. "I'm not really that bothered about watching United play, and it wouldn't be fair on Emma to leave her on her own-" "I'll be okay-" she started to say, but then cut herself short, and I turned back towards her. "We could have a few beers, shoot some pool, maybe," I suggested. "Sure. Sounds good. I didn't think you boys were United fans anyway?" "Rick is," John shot back at her, "but we wanna see them get beat. They're 2-1 down from the first leg already!" "You better keep quiet about that when we get there," Rick said. "These are tickets for the home section, so you better not cause any trouble!" John ignored him. "Anyway it's a chance to see a match at Old Trafford without having to pay a fortune like you have to for the League games. Can't be at Uni in Manchester without seeing a United game at some point!" "Anyway, if you're not joining us we better call a cab," Rick put in, draining his pint and standing up. "Back in a tick." "Miserable buggers, you two," Dave said. "Bet you'd've enjoyed the game too. What're you going to do for the rest of the evening, now you're alone together," he added insinuatingly, and I felt my face redden slightly at the implication. "These two?" John asked. "Not a chance. They'll still be shooting pool when we get back. Want us to meet you here after the game?" "Hey, no need to be insulting, just because we're friends" Emma piped up. "You don't need to come back here for us - maybe I'll have Mike tied spread-eagle to my bed and be shagging him senseless by then!" I definitely blushed that time, and amidst the chortling from Dave and John about it, casually rearranged myself in my jeans to be more comfortable, as my cock stiffened at the thought. I'm sure I saw Emma glance down at my movement and a twinkle appear in her eye, but Dave and John were laughing too much to notice. "What's so funny?" Rick asked as he reappeared from the phone booth down the hall. "C'mon, Kersal Cabs reckoned they'd be here in five minutes. Let's go." "These two," Dave said with a chuckle as he grabbed his coat and fed his arms through the sleeves. "Emma reckons she might have him, since they're all alone tonight." Rick snorted. "Yeah, right. Well we'll know where you are if it turns out you've gone missing when we get back," he said with a wink. "C'mon boys." _+_+_ We said our goodbyes and watched as Dave, John and Rick left, still chuckling at our expense, and Emma shook her head slowly. "I'm not sure whether I should feel insulted or flattered..." she said. "Do they think that I'm not the kind of girl who would put out? Or is it just that they can't see you and me together?" "I wouldn't like to comment on the first point, given what you've told me before about you and Jason," I said, and I think I managed to do it without colouring up. "But it's definitely the latter. I mean, I've been out with other girls, but you were still my friend, and I guess they just can't see us together." She rolled her eyes. "Ah well... C'mon, let's go shoot some pool." I don't know if the earlier conversation had set the tone for the evening, but as we played there was definitely a lot more of a sexual tension between us, and our chat leaned heavily in that direction. Emma asked me a lot of questions about previous girlfriends and what I had liked about them and what I felt I got out of the sexual relationship. In fact, it seemed I spent a lot of time answering her questions, and a lot of my replies seemed to be about how frustrated I had been with these girls not being prepared to take the initiative. We played for about an hour and a half after the guys had left for their match, and it was eight frames each. Normally I would have been two or three frames ahead by now, as I was slightly the better, or luckier, player, but I must have been distracted by the discussion, and the seemingly persistent erection that it was generating. "One more frame then," I said, as I racked the balls up one more time and sent the white down to the head of the table. "Winner takes all?" "Want to put something on it, Mike?" she asked. "Put some pressure on? A forfeit or a dare, maybe?" This had been a common theme over the last year or so - a final frame almost always had some form of wager on it, whether to pick up a dinner tab, do a chore for the other person, or act on a dare, especially if we were even, when it was normally a big deal and one of us wanted to make it seem worthwhile. None of the forfeits had been anything especially exciting, but as we had split them fairly evenly it made for yet something more that built up a rapport between us. The most boring one for me had been to chauffeur Emma and Debs to a pop concert and wait for them outside then chauffeur them home as well. I felt a bit silly in full suit and chauffeur's hat whilst driving my little Fiat Tipo, and I was glad that I'd taken a book to read for the three hours that I had to wait for them. Another time she'd dared me go commando for the whole day, which was probably the closest we'd come to anything remotely sexual, as I couldn't help from getting hard at odd moment because of the unusual feel. In her turn Emma had once done my laundry (which led to a lot of "hands in my pants" jokes that still made us giggle and got me nasty looks from her boyfriend), and pushed me around in a wheelchair one afternoon, after I'd broken my foot. The most risqué thing I'd had her do for me was give me a back massage on the kitchen table, which she'd done in shorts and a sports bra, but I have to admit that my sexual thoughts at that point were distinctly on Lou, who was standing about 6 feet in front of me in her knickers and bra doing her washing-up. "Okay," I agreed. "What did you have in mind? D'ya have a stack of ironing that needs doing, or another essay you want me to type up for you?" "No, I thought I'd change things up a bit," she said, ignoring my playful sarcasm. "I thought I'd ask for you as my sex slave tonight!" "What!?" I gawked at her in astonishment. Obviously the guys twitting her had made an impression. "Yeah, well since we were talking with the guys earlier I've been thinking, and I reckon it would be really cool!" "No way!" "Ah c'mon! I reckon you'd enjoy it too, ya know." "What?" "I could strip you down, tie you up and have my wicked way with you," she said with a gleam in her eye and a wide grin, "or maybe pin you between my thighs and ride your face. Or maybe tickle you until you begged me." I was definitely flustered by now, and she knew it. She was grinning with glee at my predicament. "Well you've been telling me all night about how the girls you've been with before won't take the initiative with you." "Well, yeah, but-" "And I was thinking, what if they did, and they had control of you, whether you'd like that better." "But-" "And you've had that stiffy in your pants ever since I said I might tie you to my bed. Come on, admit it, that thought turns you on, doesn't it?" I couldn't deny the thought did. I just wasn't sure that the reality of it would. "Um, yeah, but-" "And you've never backed out of a bet before. You're not going to start now, are you?" she asked with a sly grin "Well, no, but..." I started, still trying to frame a coherent reply, "But you've never suggested anything like this before, either!" "You mean anything sexual?" "Well, yeah!". She stared at me levelly, holding my gaze for a moment, then flicked her glance down to the bulge in my jeans. "Does the idea of doing something sexual with me repulse you? Would you turn me down if I came up to you in a bar or a club? Because you don't look as though you would. You look like the thought really turns you on" "No! Of course not! I just never thought...!" "No," she sighed. "I know you didn't. "So, now that I've actually broached the question, do you accept the wager, or are you too scared." She was grinning again. I knew she wasn't going to take it personally if I backed out, but this was a big, new step, and I wasn't sure what I was doing. "I'm not backing out," I finally blurted out, "but we have to have some rules for this before I agree anything. I'm not doing anything in public or anything, or being tied to your bed for days on end!" "Hey, I never thought of that!" she giggled. "But, no, I quite agree." She put her cue down on the table and stood in front of me. "Rules would be a good thing, like how long would you be my slave for? I was thinking maybe until nine tomorrow morning?" That was about thirteen hours. I think she knew that it wasn't realistic, but was a first bid that I had to react to. We'd already moved on from arguing about whether I'd accept the bet or not, to the terms of it, and she knew she'd won the first round. "Christ no! I could be dead by that time, who knows what you'll do to me!" "Who knows, indeed," she said with a wink. "How about an hour?" I countered. "Hah! An hour? That'd hardly be worth the effort! We've been playing pool for longer than that and you've had a hard-on the whole time without me even touching you. I'd want to keep you going for much longer than that! Six hours?" It was time for a little admission. "That's still a little bit scary, Emma. And there are still limits on what I'm prepared to do." "It's supposed to be a little bit daunting, Mike. That's the whole point. The anticipation is what's supposed to kill you." Without looking away from my eyes she reached down and for the first time touched my cock, just laying her hand on where it stretched my jeans. "Come on, what's your offer?" I gulped. "Three hours?" I said, nervously, "but we still need to set more rules, and safe words." She nodded. "Three hours it is. No toilet play, or anything that's going to cause visible or lasting damage, but other than that anything goes, but," and she continued on quickly as she saw a moment of panic flash through my eyes, "you have three different safe words" I relaxed, and raised my eyebrows in a gesture meaning for her to explain. "'Amber card' will mean ease off, or slow down, or can I take a break for a moment, and I'll do whichever of those you want, but it will cost you an extra fifteen minutes at the end. "You can use 'Red card' if you really want me to stop what I'm doing and not do it any longer, or if you really don't want to do what I'm asking you to, and I won't make you. That will cost you an extra thirty minutes "Finally, if there's a serious problem and you need me to stop completely then you can call out 'black card' I'll stop straight away and get you into a safe position. This is just a safety precaution, really, in case there's a danger, but hey, it'd be a bit of a mood killer, so it'll cost you an extra three-quarters of an hour." I breathed a bit of a sigh of relief, and started thinking about my options. "Does that sound okay?" she asked, and slowly rubbed a thumb up and down my reforming erection. "Yes, okay," I agreed, though at this point I think I was a slave already, to the attention she was giving my cock. She pulled away slightly and picked up her cue again. "One last thing," she said. "If I think you've used a card frivolously, then I get to double the time penalty, and you serve the time at the end of the three hours." "Hey, no way! That's not fair! You'll just claim that they're all frivolous! And besides, by the time the three hours is up, the guys will be back from the match and you know they'll come looking for me!" "See," she said with a grin, "we haven't even started and you're planning when I'll be able to use you again. "Fine then, I get to double one time penalty if I think you've used your safe word frivolously, and we'll agree at the end of the three hours when the best time for you to serve your penalty will be - but it will have to be before Friday, 'cos the other girls will be back then." "Fine," I agreed reluctantly. "Right, your break-off then, I think." "Whoa! I don't think so!" "What? Why not?" "Well, we've discussed what I'm putting on the table, so to speak, as a wager." We shared a brief look of humour in a moment of mutual amusement at my turn of phrase. "But we haven't even started talking about what your forfeit will be when I win!" "Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren't you?" she said. "I figured that fulfilling my fantasy would fulfil one of yours as well." "I don't think that's how it work-... wait, you've really had a fantasy of tying me to your bed?" I suddenly asked, flustered once again. "Where did this come from?" Emma rolled her eyes. "Mike, you're a good bloke. You help folks who ask you to. You treat your girlfriends well. You're a good mate to your mates - male and female - and you're always prepared to give them a lift somewhere or cheer them on at what they're doing. You're a good-looking guy, and you work out, so you have a decent bod. "But if there's one thing I've learned about you, and not just tonight, it's that you're passive and you won't take something unless it's offered to you. It can be intensely frustrating watching you and knowing that, you're being really polite about something, but it isn't what you want." She closed in against me again. "But to answer your question, the first time I really thought about you sexually, was the first time I saw you working out, and I thought about what your body might feel like naked on top of mine. "The first time I had thoughts about tying you down and fucking you," she said the word deliberately, as though trying to gauge my reaction to the unexpected coarseness, and she reached her hand down to my cock again, "was six months ago when I was straddled across your butt on the kitchen table and rubbing oil into your naked back, and you were drooling over Lou half-naked in front of you. And it was then because I knew you sure weren't going to roll me over and do me, which was what I was hoping for when I agreed the back rub." More than Friends Ch. 01 "Hey! I was seeing Amber at the time!" "That didn't stop you drooling over Lou!" That was true enough, I had to admit. She stroked my cock a couple more times, and I was starting to feel like events were rushing away with me, and I had to get things back under control. I stepped to the side and picked up my own pool cue again, and started chalking the tip. "And if you're using the pool cue as a metaphor for something," she said, "I can show you a better technique!" That made me chuckle, and broke the tension of the moment. "So, back to the original question then," I said. "Are you saying that if I make your forfeit a sexual one as well, then that's okay?" That got me another roll of the eyes. "Well, let me see - given that when I win there's a 90% chance that I'll be screwing your brains out tonight, and that I've more-or-less just admitted that I've been lusting after you for a year, then, yes, damn it, of course it's alright!" "And we'll still be friends, whatever else happens?" And that one drew out the puppy dog eyes. "Aww... is that all you're worried about?" "Hell, no! I'm more worried about being tied to your bed! But yes, I don't want to think that just because we've suddenly turned a game of pool into confessions hour and we might be jumping into bed together, that it means we can't carry on being friends like before." She came over and kissed me on the cheek. It was one of the sisterly kisses that I'd grown used to when we greeted or when one of us needed comfort, and oddly I felt that it helped, even in such a sexually charged situation. "Mike, things aren't ever going to be the same," she said confidently, "not now that you know how much I've been wanting to get my hands on you. But that doesn't mean we can't be friends, even if this ends up being a wager that you want to scrub from your mind. "So, stop shilly-shallying around and give me the fantasy you want me to fulfil for you!" "Damn! Am I that transparent?" "Yes!" "Okay! Okay! Here's what I want." She settled down on one of the loungers surrounding the pool table. I sat down facing her and looking directly into her eyes. "When I win this frame, we go back to my room, and you slowly strip me down to my boxers. You then strip as well, and go down on your knees in front of me. You take my cock in your mouth, and give me a blowjob that lasts a full twenty minutes before I cum. "How does that sound?" I asked, a little tentatively. Her eyes hadn't flickered at all, but her grin had grown more broad as I went along. "Is that all?" she asked. "You don't want me tied to your bed? Or to fuck me up the ass?" I shook my head. "Not for this. Do you want to negotiate anything?" "Well, yes. I think, until we know how well this all turns out, we're going to want some privacy, so nobody's to know." I nodded in agreement. "And I'm not going to have you force me to take you down my throat - if you want the best blowjob I can give you, it's going to be one where I'm in control - so, and here's the crunch point, I'm going to want to tie your hands behind your back." I raise my eyebrows. "You will like it. I can promise you that." I nodded again, and she looked down at her feet and hesitated before going on, as if she wasn't sure about her next point. "And...just... I hope this isn't a deal breaker... but it's to be up to me whether you cum in my mouth or not, and whether I swallow." She looked up again. "It's just... sometimes..." "Go on" "Sometimes I'm not sure that I'll like it... and.. with someone new..." I saved her the embarrassment of saying she might not like how my cum tasted. "Hey, that's fine. Don't worry." She gave me a look of relief that then was replaced with a mischievous glint that made me wonder what it was I'd agreed to that she was working on a plan for, but the look in her eye lasted just a fraction of a second before a nervousness appeared. "And still friends afterwards?" she asked, almost as timidly as I'd asked the same question. "Absolutely," I agreed. I reached out to take her hand and pulled her to her feet and into a hug. "Come on," I said. "I'm sure you said it was me to break." "That was just to try and distract you from setting my forfeit." I grabbed my cue and smashed the pack open, but nothing fell. "That sure I'd beat you once again, were you?" I asked with a grin. Emma potted two yellows on her turn, which set the butterflies tingling in my stomach again. "Not looking so cocky now, are you?" she asked as I strode around the table to get my angle on a red into the corner. As I started to line it up, she came up behind me, and leant herself along my back and slipped a hand into my pocket. "Then again, maybe 'cocky' is just the right word," she said, manoeuvring her hand around to stroke my cock again. "Go on, take your shot." I drew the cue back, and just as I was about to strike forward she squeezed my cock, which I guess, had the desired effect - I shanked the shot completely and the white cannoned off the wrong ball and into the corner pocket. "Two shots to me, I believe." This was a game I was completely unfamiliar with - deadly serious but with the sexual overtone that constantly reminded me of the forfeit I'd agreed to, which made me so nervous. Two more yellows went down, and I was looking like I was in trouble. "I didn't realise you were planning to take this quite so seriously," I quipped as I stooped to take my next shot and felt Emma's fingers stroking the seam of my jeans that ran up my backside. "Seriously?" she asked, though without stopping the movement of her fingers. "Yeah. After all you said I didn't think you'd be so desperate to win so that you didn't have to go down on me!" I potted a red. "It's not about what I've promised if I lose," she said, removing her hand. "It's about getting what you've promised me when I win." I potted two more red and things were much more even now. "Just relax, will you?" she said. "You win whatever happens and I win whatever happens. There aren't any losers." She potted three more yellows on her next break and was down to just the black to win. "So you just want to get me naked?" "Yeah - well that and see how much fun I can have playing with your body. How's that stiffy coming along?" She walked over and stroked the full length of it two or three times. "I'd say it's coming along pretty well," I responded. "I'm looking forward to having your lips around it for twenty full minutes." She looked at the table, then back at the bulge in my jeans that she was manipulating. "Really? I don't think you're going to last twenty minutes, the way it feels right now, Mike. Besides you're quite a way from winning." The reds were nicely set up though, and soon we were down to a black ball game. "I've always had confidence in my cue-work," I said with a wiggle of the eyebrows for comic effect. Emma laughed. "Is that so?" she asked as she leaned against me while I lined my shot up. "That doesn't look like an easy shot." She slid her hand back into my pocket. "Especially not if I'm distracting you," she added. "Maybe I could keep you turned on like this for hours without having you cum at all," she whispered in my ear as she slowly pulled my foreskin down. I hit the cue ball hard. And I sliced the shot. We stayed there in silence for what seemed like ages as the ball ricocheted around the table. Emma bit down gently on the side of my ear and whispered "oh dear", slowly and softly. My cock, still in Emma's grasp, softened abruptly, then hardened again, as my heart rate hammered like a bass drum. The cue ball took three diagonal traverses across the table before actually, miraculously, hitting the black. "No way!" Emma whispered in my ear. "Oh yes!" I whispered back as the black had just enough momentum to drop, dead weight into the side pocket _+_+_ I stood, and turned to face Emma. "Damn!" she said with a pout. "I was sure I had you there." I think I'd seen her more upset when she'd lost a bet that would have just had the loser serve dinner to the winner. "No losers, remember," she said. "Come on." We returned the cues and the cue ball to the barman, who gave Emma a knowing smirk as we left. Whether he'd overheard some or all of our conversation, I could only guess at; maybe he just assumed we were off somewhere to shag. At that moment I just didn't care. In fact my heart was beating about as fast as I could ever recall. The ten minute walk back the house disappeared in a flash. Neither of us had said anything since leaving the union building. With the house otherwise empty, we went straight up to my bedroom. We stood there in silence for a moment, just staring at each other. "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to," I told her, though inside I could hear something going 'you idiot, what did you say that for - you're about to get blown and you're turning it down?'. She looked at me askance. "Firstly, you should well know by now that I don't welsh on a bet. Of any type. And there's no way I would've let you wriggle out of your forfeit if I'd won, so shut up, and enjoy it." She stepped closer and whispered into my ear. "Secondly, weren't you listening earlier? I've wanted to get your kit off for months, so remember, both winners here. "Besides... well, you'll see. "Now, where are we doing this?" I turned around and pulled my desk chair out and placed it in the middle of the floor. Then I reached over to my bed and pulled a thick pillow off and placed it on the floor in front of the chair. "How about there?" "That's just fine," she said. "And thank you for the pillow. "Now, I believe I have work to do, so sit, relax and enjoy, and remember: whatever else, we're still friends afterwards." I sat. She stood behind me to start with. My sweater was the first thing to go, casually stripped off me with little thought, though Emma remembered what she'd promised and did run her fingers along my exposed forearms. "Goosebumps..." she whispered into my ear. "Already getting excited are you?" She didn't wait for a reply, but deftly undid the two buttons on my polo shirt, then came round to face me and straddled my lap. "Well, somebody's pleased to see me," she whispered as she ground gently against my cock, which had wilted during the walk home. "So, are my fingers cold?" she asked, as she ran them up my bare sides as she lifted my shirt. They were. Very cold. And I wriggled underneath her touch as she tickled all over my stomach, sides and back with her freezing hands. "God, Emma!" I growled as I tried to writhe away from her teasing touch, with little effect other than to grind my crotch harder against her, as my hands sought out her hips. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she said, fighting my hands away and standing up. "I think now would be the best time to tie your hands," she decided. "Before you start to get too excited, eh? What can I use? I thought quickly. "There's ties hanging in the wardrobe, but if you're going to tie tightly then I'd rather you didn't damage them. How about my dressing gown belt?" "That'll do nicely." She grabbed my towelling dressing gown and pulled the belt out through its loops. "Perfect. Nice and long, too," she said with a leer. "Hands behind your back, and behind the chair," she instructed. I did what she told me, and as she wrapped the belt around my wrists and tied it tightly, she giggled slightly. "See, this is the moment of no return," she said. "Now try escaping." I pulled and tugged at the cord, but to no avail, so assumed she was satisfied with the knot, but she pulled down a little harder on the end of the belt and tied it around one of the rungs at the bottom the chair, so I was a bit more tightly pulled back than I had anticipated, though not uncomfortably so. By now my raging erection was leaking pre-cum something rotten, and Emma spotted it straight away. "You really are enjoying this," she said. "I told you that you would. See, you're seeping through onto your jeans already!" With the last few words she rubbed the evidence and I felt my cock twitch again. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," she insisted, as she sat at my feet and neatly removed my socks. "I'm getting quite moist just at the thought of it. "Just your jeans now, then we can get down to the real action." She undid my belt and slowly slid it through its loops, folded it, then slapped it against her hand. "Mmm. Shame you won," she said. "I might have enjoyed stinging your butt with a few whacks of this nice belt." I winced slightly,, but that wasn't the reaction she noticed. "See, the though of that turns you on, too, doesn't it?" I tried to deny it, but she wasn't having any of that. Instead she moved on to my zipper, pulling it down one notch at a time, so that every movement went through my cock. "And lift your hips," she said. I obeyed unthinkingly as she pulled my jeans down and off my feet. I wasn't sure whether I was glad they weren't the tightest pair I owned, but as her fingers trailed back up the insides of my calves and then my thighs, to the bottom of my boxers, most rational thought disappeared. "Now, you said to strip you down to your boxers, but I don't think you meant for me to give you a blowjob through them..." "No, no," I mumbled. "Still... I could at least give that a try first." She knelt on the pillow and leaned forward into my lap, bracing herself against the chair arms. I had my eyes closed, but I felt her give a long slow lick to my cock through my boxer shorts, and then back down again before she stopped. "No, you're right, that doesn't seem to work very well," she said conversationally. "Lets get that cock out." She gently pulled the fly on my boxers aside and my erection sprung out with no further invitation. She licked up to the head once more, and then suddenly stood up, and I opened my eyes in surprise. "What?" "Well I haven't finished the prelims yet, Mike, have I? She asked. She straddled my knees, just far enough away that my cock wouldn't touch her, and I strained slightly at my bonds. She pulled her jumper off over her head, and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. "Not seen my tits, have you Mike?" she said, teasingly, "well, not in anything less than a training top." The gentle swell of the inside of her breasts came into view, and I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra; in fact, when I thought back, it occurred to me that she genuinely didn't often wear a bra, and this was more titillating than anything I'd seen before. It reminded me of when she'd had me go commando for a day, and now knew that she knew what it felt like. Right now, as she unveiled her bare stomach with the last few buttons, flat and muscled from her gym work, even that was turning me on, though I'd seen it often enough before, in the gym or the swimming pool. "They aren't very big, Mike. What do you think?" she asked as she slid the sleeves off and sat there on my knees, leaning back. I wouldn't say I was thinking of very much at all. They were probably only an A-Cup or a small B, with hard brown nipples that looked delicious. "Oh God, Emma," I gasped out. "May I...?" She smiled seductively. "Oh no, Mike. That wasn't in the wager. I was to strip, but you never said anything about sucking on my breasts or biting my nipples." She stood slightly and leaned forward so that her breasts were right in front of my face, but just out of reach, with my hands tied behind me to the chair. "I'm glad you like them though. Maybe if you'd let me win the game you might have been asked to get your lips on them, eh? "But still... I'm not finished yet, am I?" She stood up fully and stepped back slightly. She put her hands to her waist and undid a press stud and a button on the front of her khaki trousers, then lowered the zip, revealing a pair of pink panties that were, as she had suggested, more than damp in the front already. "See what you do to me, Mike," she said, and slid her fingers around in the wetness at her front as she shucked off the trousers. "You've not even touched me and I'm wet for you." My eyes were riveted to her fingers playing around at the front of her panties, and I'm sure she could tell. She moved forward again and offered a finger to me. "Want a taste?" I licked gratefully, then sucked at the proffered finger, despite knowing it was all part of the tease, and I was just moving down whatever tracks she'd laid out for me. She tasted slightly spicy and warm, but it was a scent and taste I felt I already knew, having shared a house and spent time in her bedroom. As I released her finger from my mouth, she bent down and slid her panties off, then with a giggle that made me nervous, lifted my feet pulled them up my own legs, until they stretched over the top of my boxers and over my cock, and I could feel the dampness of them when they pressed against my balls. The material was stretched pretty much to breaking point, and when Emma ran a finger up and down my cock, I felt and heard a rip. She didn't stop though, and soon my pre-cum was soaking her panties as well. "So, we have a few stories we can tell, after today, don't we, Mike?" she asked rhetorically. "I can now say that I've had my hands in your pants, without having to refer to the laundry wager. You can legitimately say that you've "gotten into my pants", even if it does look like it's a bit of a squeeze, and you can say that you ripped my knickers apart with your cock." We both laughed, knowing that we weren't going to be telling anyone any stories at all, though I was still as nervous as hell, and the action Emma was wreaking on my cock was driving me crazy. "But, it's time for the main event," she said, as she slid her pants down again. "I'll keep these as a memento, I think. Now, quiet, and enjoy. Your twenty minutes starts now" She dipped her head gently down onto my cock and started a gentle licking, all around the crown, then slowly pulled my foreskin back and sent her licks slightly lower. Once she'd eventually pulled it all the way back, she slid her lips down my shaft as far as she could go, then used her tongue to lick all around me as she came back up again. It was all I could do not to cum right there, as she'd predicted, but somehow I held out, and she'd use her lips to pull my foreskin slowly back up again, then start another cycle. Her hands kept busy as well. Caressing and tickling my balls, the inside of my thighs and occasionally drifting underneath me to threaten, but not deliver a finger to my anus. When she didn't have both of her hands on me, I was vaguely conscious that she was diddling herself as well, and her smell rose to greet me and added another intoxicating element to the mixture. I came to a boil three, maybe four times, but each time, she skilfully backed me off again, despite my moans. I'm sure I begged her to finish me off a couple of times, but I can't fully recall. A fifth time she brought me to the edge. I was sure that the time was up and the agony and ecstasy was over, and for some reason, somehow, I held back one more time as the crescendo reached its peak. Did I want it to continue, to not end? No, I wouldn't have been begging to cum if I did, but she continued to draw me towards that brink, and then, abruptly, she stopped. I could have sent myself over at that point, but I was holding back - this wasn't how I wanted it to end. I wanted to feel her lips and tongue on me, forcing me to ejaculate. More than Friends Ch. 01 "The twenty minutes is up," she said. "Remind me what the terms of the forfeit were." Somehow I cleared the fog from my brain. "Twenty minutes," I panted. "You'd give me a blowjob that lasted twenty minutes before I would cum." "Well, I'd say I succeeded in that, wouldn't you?" "Oh God, yes, Emma. Please. Don't stop. Finish me off." I was coming down from the edge now and feeling so deflated. She smirked at me, and said "Well, by the letter of the forfeit I think I've completed the job." I just gaped at her, and pulled at my arms to try and free them, but to no avail. "You really want me to finish you off?" "Oh God, yes. Please." "How do you want me to finish you off? Do you want me to fuck you?" "Oh, God." I panted again. "However you want to. Please!" "Hmm.." she considered, tracing the insides of my thighs with her fingernails. "Maybe I could, but that wasn't in the terms of my forfeit, was it?" I was begging her now. I'm not sure that anything I was saying was in the slightest bit coherent. "But, on the other hand," she said, and slowly started playing with my balls, making my erection reverse its downward progress. "On the other hand, I don't think a proper blowjob should be considered done until the recipient is fully satisfied. "This time," she insisted, "I want you to hold back as long as you can, and I'm going to make you cum, do you hear me? I'm betting you won't last another two minutes." She started off with just the head in her mouth, as it grew once again, and she focused a lot of attention on it, particularly around the glans, and I thought to start with I wouldn't last half a minute. She surprised me when, after all the teasing around the edges, she finally forced a finger inside my anus, and I think she thought that would be the trigger point, but I held back once again. Trusting her that she would do as she promised and bring me through to the other side. In the end the persistent probing finger found my prostate, and that, combined with the continued gentle licking and sucking was plenty to finish me off. I slumped against the chair as best I could, panting and closed my eyes. "Oh God, Emma." She crawled in into my lap and put her arms around me. "Still friends?" "Oh, God, yes. Still friends." I turned my head and kissed her on the cheek, still breathing very heavily. "So how was it?" "God, Emma, it was amazing. You were amazing. Even with that nasty little trick at the end," I sighed. "Was the pay-off worth it?" she asked. "Oh God, yes." "Then that's what matters." She paused for a moment. "Um, actually, well, I have a little confession to make." "What's that?" I asked, still getting my breath back. "Well, the twenty minutes was up well before I told you, probably before the fourth time you came close." "What? "Yeah. But you were doing such a good job of holding back that I thought I'd get at least two more cycles out of you! Forgive me?" "Well, Jeez. Yeah, I forgive you." We sat there together for a few more moments, before Emma got up and pulled her blouse back on, but didn't do up the buttons. "Getting cold," she said, though to be honest I was just enjoying the way it framed her breasts. A few more minutes passed quietly. "So, when are you going to untie me?" I asked. "Well, that's a good question. How generous are you feeling?" "What? What's that got to do with anything?" "Well, how magnanimous do you feel, you know, after your victory and everything?" "You've lost me, Emma." That got me an inscrutable look. "Okay. You're a bloke. Maybe I have to spell it out. "See, you've just gotten off, but I'm still horny here and, well, I could sit here on your lap and finger myself to an orgasm," and she slid a finger between her legs as she spoke and wriggled a little, then removed it, "but I've got this young hunk of a man all tied up to his chair, and I reckon that, whilst I've got him here, all helpless and at my mercy, I could finish myself off quite nicely with him one way or another." A shudder ran through me, and I wasn't sure whether it was in anticipation or fear. "Now, maybe I could untie you, and I reckon if I asked you to find a way to get me off as well, you'd do it, really well, and without complaining, even though it wasn't part of the original deal. "But. you know, since you're sorta stuck there until I untie you, maybe I could have my way with you anyhow," she finished with a raised eyebrow. I took a deep breath, then exhaled, and tried to calm myself down. "I can't stop you doing whatever you want to do," I admitted, and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to stop her. "You probably could, you know," she said, "if you fought hard enough. Certainly you'd be able to make things very difficult for me without me hurting you. "But that would be a bit too much like rape or sexual assault," she continued, "and like you I don't do that sort of thing. So, I was thinking maybe you could help me out here." I was either too out of it, or too conditioned to the fact I was tied to the chair to figure out that if I'd said that what I really wanted to do was for her to untie me, let me lay her on the bed and go down on her, it would have been more than enough, and she would have loved it as well, but Emma had other ideas and I certainly wasn't with it enough to stop her train of thought. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, falling right into her trap. "Well," she said with a sly grin, "since we've got about an hour before the guys get back from their game, I thought I could give you a bit of a taster of what you might have gotten if I'd won that last frame. "So, if you agree to it, you could let me tie you a bit tighter, and show you what it would have been like, and I can have a bit of fun with you as well as you getting me properly worked up. And, you know, if things go well, you might get off again yourself!" And there was the bait, right at the very end. "And, you know, I reckon you're liking being at my mercy anyway," and she traced her cold hands down my sides again, making me shudder at her touch, knowing that I couldn't easily escape from her teasing fingers. "You certainly didn't raise any murmurs about me tying you to the chair in the first place, even if you were anticipating a great blowjob." "And that wouldn't be sexual assault?" I asked. "No, because, if you agree to it, to me taking control of you, then let's be clear that you'll consenting to me doing whatever the heck I want." She could see the objections in my eyes even as I opened my mouth to voice them. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you... well, not too much and only in a way that'll I reckon'll turn you on as much as it does to me! You can have the same terms as you would have had if I'd won the game, only without any time penalties since we don't have much time. Just a taster session, like I said... and really... I don't think I'm going to do anything to you that you aren't going to enjoy..." And I agreed...