0 comments/ 15943 views/ 5 favorites The Wedding Trials Ch. 01 By: Jay2Kay Blinding light is all she sees as she opens her eyes for the first time in God knows how long. Her heart begins to pound rapidly as panic sets in. Where am I? How did I get here? Where's Bobby? All these questions repeat over and over in her mind. She tries to move, but her wrists are bound by padded leather straps; her ankles are bound as well. Her head pounds in pain as her senses return to her, one by one; the lingering smell of chemical residue makes her dizzy. "Here, let me get that," a familiar voice says to her. "Sorry about the chloroform; we didn't want you to scream," Chaz, Bobby's best friend informs her so informally; she's taken aback by his nonchalant tone. She mumbles something incoherent, causing Chaz to pull the damp washcloth away from her tender nose. She feels pain like she was punched in the face. "What was that, Rachel?" he asks, lowering his ear closer to her mouth. She rams her head into his ear, forcing him to stumble back a couple steps. "Motherfucker!" he shouts, holding his ear in one hand. "I said 'I dare you to come closer' you sonofabitch," she says clearly. "Now undo these fucking straps, you piece of shit," she demands. "Fuck you, you cunt! You've probably damaged my ear!" he whines to her. "Like you use them anyway," she says under her breath, struggling at the straps. "Look, I agreed to your guys's little game, now let me out and let's get this shit over with," she demands. Chaz steps up and slaps the back of his hand against her face. "You don't give the commands here, bitch!" he says, slamming his hands on the stainless steel table she's strapped to. "You never have played a good tough guy," she tells him, staring back at his cold, gray eyes. He stares back are her murderously for a minute before his lips curl into a smile. "You're right," he says with a sigh and then releases her wrists. Rachel sits up and unstraps one of her ankles while Chaz removes the other. She rubs her ankles briefly before sliding off of the shiny table and then steps up to Chaz. He backs away a step to keep his distance, but it's not enough. Quicker than he can react, Rachel punches him in the jaw. "That's for slapping me, you prick," she says and then helps him stand up straight again. "Well, you egged me on," he complains. Rachel laughs. "Fair enough. Now, how is this going to go down? Where are we?" she asks, massaging her wrists. "You're in a warehouse. You have to complete each task to find the clue that will take you to your next task. Each task will prove your worth to us that you are right for our friend. He's been burned too many fucking times; we don't want to see it happen again," Chaz explains. "What are the obstacles?" she asks. "You'll see as they arise. Now, in this room the key to the door is hidden. To begin the trials, you must find the key and let yourself out. Only I know where the key is hidden. You may use any of your talents to get information out of me; my only hint is this: violence will not work," he tells her. "No, I know that much already," Rachel says flirtatiously. Chaz swallows hard as Rachel approaches him with slow deliberate steps. Rachel is completely aware of Chaz's crush on her, despite his longtime friendship with Bobby. She remembers back to when she first met Chaz... ************************************************** "I'll be right back," Bobby said, kissing her briefly before retreating to the restroom at the movie theater. It was their first date after months of him pursuing her and trying to get her to go out with him. She'd wanted to say yes every time, but she wanted to see how much he'd work for it first. Too many times had she been hurt by guys who just wanted to get in her pants and then never call her again. Bobby was different, though; he was interested in more than just sex. They'd met in their English 101 class her freshman year, flirted a little before and after class sometimes and even got lunch together from time to time. But, after that semester ended, they lost touch since he'd just been fulfilling a graduation requirement with that class. He'd been a junior while she was a freshman that year. The next school year, though, he ended up as the T.A. in her Chemistry class. She had no idea he was a Chemistry Major and after finding out she was nearly failing the class, he approached her and offered to tutor her. After each tutoring session, he would ask her out on a date, but she would flash him her most brilliant smile and turn him down. At the end of the semester, after finals week was finished, he offered to take her out to celebrate her A- in the class. She finally gave in and at their celebration lunch, he took the bill and gave his ultimatum. "Let me take you on a date, or I skip out on this bill and let you figure out how to pay for it," he threatened playfully. "I hear the owner loves blowjobs," he adds for affect. Rachel was mortified at first but couldn't help but laugh at him. He relaxed and then set the bill on the table as she stared back at him with her laughing eyes. "Look, I know you were concerned about how things would look if people saw us dating while I was your T.A. but the semester is over and you got your 'A' in the class. I'm remaining the T.A. for the class next semester, you'll be gone and I won't have another opportunity to see you again," he pleaded his case. Rachel looked away briefly but couldn't help but look into those soft, brown eyes of his. A new smile broke across her face as she nodded at him. "Okay, Bobby, I'll go out with you," she agreed. A week later he took her out for a nice dinner at a place called The Wood Ranch in Anaheim Hills, California, and as she waited for him to come back from the restroom this guy in a black T-shirt and ripped jeans walked up to her. Rachel couldn't take her eyes off of the red bandana tied to the top of his head as he approached. "Hey there, sexy," he said and she rolled her blue eyes at him. "What's with the look? All I did was say hello," he complained. "Did you really think I'd respond to something as disgusting as 'Hey there, sexy'?" she questioned him. He shrugged. "You tell me; did it work?" She rolled her eyes again and then looked at him annoyed. "No," she spits at him. "Did your date stand you up?" he asked. "Excuse me?" "Well, you're standing here all alone; did your date stand you up?" "Do I look like someone who gets stood up?" she challenged him. He grinned, assuming she's playing along this time. "Definitely not," he replied, looking her up and down with stunning gray eyes. "Get away from me," she demanded. "This guy bugging you, Rachel?" Bobby asked, finally returning from the restroom. "Chaz? What the hell are you doing here?" he said and then stepped up to hug his friend. "You know him?" Rachel asked, somewhere between embarrassed for the way she talked to him and angry that one of his friends was such an asshole. "Yeah, Chaz has been my best friend since first grade," Bobby said. "He's kind of an asshole though. He wasn't hitting on you was he?" "Actually, I was bro. I'm sorry. I didn't know she was your girl," Chaz apologized. "Let me guess, 'Hey there, sexy'?" Bobby asked. Chaz sighed and shrugged. "It's not like I've got the looks you have. I have to work at things," he complained. "Well, you're also lazy. You've been using that opening line since high school," Bobby teased him. Chaz shrugged again. "Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't." Bobby laughed. "I'm sorry about this guy, Rachel. He's actually an okay guy once you get to know him." Rachel smiled nervously. "It's okay. I'm just glad you walked up when you did. His charms were starting to work on me," she threw at Chaz sarcastically. After that night, his attempts to flirt with her improved and it actually brought them closer together as friends. Over the past five years, she couldn't imagine her relationship with Bobby without Chaz being there as well. Bobby was right; Chaz is a great guy once you get to know him... ************************************************** ...And here she is, five and a half years later, locked in a room in a warehouse alone with him. Despite his crush on her, he never gave into it and respected her relationship with Bobby. But, she learned just how protective of Bobby Chaz and the rest of his friends are. Renee, Bobby's oldest friend, had warned her about these trials the guys were planning. Rachel hadn't let her go into any details, but she wanted to prove herself to them that she was worthy of Bobby's heart until death do them part. Rachel grabs the back of Chaz's head and pulls him in for a kiss, but stops. "Is this what you want, Chaz?" she asks him. "Uh huh," he replies nervously. "Is this how the trials are going to go? You're all going to make me perform in some sexual way to prove my worth?" He nods just as nervously. "Y-yes, yes we are," he answers her. "Now, am I supposed to give in to these situations to prove myself; or am I supposed to resist you all to show that I would never cheat on Bobby?" she presses him further. "We all know you'd never cheat on him. We want to see how far you'd go for him. Everybody involved in this will be friends, no strangers at all," he spills more information than she assumes he's supposed to. "So, this is to see if I will be able to keep him satisfied, then?" Rachel demands, grabbing the back of his head roughly, digging her nails into his skin a little. He nods as much as he can in her grip of his thick, black hair. "Yes! Yes! We want to know you'll take care of him in every way!" he says painfully. Rachel grins and then releases his hair from her curled fingers. "Good," she whispers and then pulls him in for the first real kiss they've ever shared. He shoves his tongue in her mouth but she bites down briefly before pushing him back. "Don't get too eager, Bobby," she warns. "I'm willing to go through with these trials, just don't get greedy, okay?" Chaz nods. "I'm sorry. I just never thought this would ever happen," he confesses. With a sweet smile Rachel steps back up to him and cups his face in both of her slender hands. "You know I love you, too, Chaz. You really are a good guy," she says, referring to the day they met and he remembers the day they met. He returns her smile and lowers his head down to hers and kisses her gentler this time. After a few second, though, she breaks the kiss and then drops down to her knees and begins to unfasten the studded belt holding up his tight, ripped, black jeans. When she peals the denim material off of his hips and tugs them off of his legs, she gasps at the size of the cock revealed to her. It's a thick six inch cock, already hardening before her eyes. "My, my, Chaz. I had no idea you were packing so much beneath those torn skinny jeans," she compliments him. He shrugs. "I don't like to show off," he says. "Yeah you do," she winks at him and then grasps his cock in her slender, long-fingered hand. She pulls his cock up and immediately begins to lick and suck on his balls while slowly jerking his staff with her right hand. As soon as he's fully hard, she notices he's also grown another inch or so. "Holy shit, Chaz!" she praises him. "This is going to be fun," she says and then lowers her mouth onto his rigid prick. Her head bobs up and down as she goes on to give him the greatest head of his life. She's never known him to have a girlfriend, but knows he's fucked a few girls here and there after his punk band's shows; but she doubts any of them have given him as good of head as he's receiving now. "Fuck," he moans as she continues to minister to his cock. He grabs the back of her head, though not too roughly, and begins to fuck her mouth. She lets him pump his cock in and out of her mouth a few times before taking back control and holds him by the hips. She rocks her head back and forth quickly, breathing through her nose so she can continue to suck on his thick cock. She even enjoys the feel of the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat every few thrusts. She pulls her mouth off of his cock and jerks him as she gasps for air. Looking up at him she sees his head has fallen back. Encouraged by his reaction from her work on his cock, she resumes sucking him off and increases the pressure on his shaft to help him cum. A few seconds later he's tapping the back of her head and all she does is look up at him. "Seriously?" he asks and she moans on his cock. "Holy fuck," he says and then refrains from holding back his orgasm. His cock pulses a couple times before hot jizz explodes into her mouth. She swallows hard to keep any from spilling out. When he's finally spent, she pulls off of his cock and wipes her mouth off before licking him clean. "Holy shit, that was amazing," he praises her, falling against the stainless steel table she'd found herself strapped to a few minutes ago. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Chaz. Now, about that key," she says, straightening her hair in the glass of one of the windows. She wonders if Bobby is on the other side watching in the darkness. She hopes so; she hopes he sees what she'd do for him if forced to. "Right," he says and then pulls his pants back up. He then pulls a chain, like what soldiers wear their dog tags on, from beneath his shirt. Pulling it over his head, he hands it to her. "Good luck," he says, still in a slight daze. "Any clues?" she asks. Chaz shakes his head. "No, you'll know where to go," he tells her. Before she leaves, she steps back up to him again, runs her fingers through his hair and pulls him in for another kiss. No words are exchanged, just that single kiss and a smile. She turns, unlocks the door and walks out of the small office of the warehouse into blackness. Then, suddenly, a single light turns on and a circle of light illuminates an object on the floor. Rachel crosses the dark space, her footsteps echoing off of the floor and walls. When she reaches the lit spot on the floor, she finds an envelope with her name on it and instructions to read out loud. "Well done, Rachel," she reads out loud. "You have completed the first task, though we knew Chaz would be easy for you to get by. You probably didn't even have to blow him, though we're sure you did just to play along." Rachel notices that the writing is feminine. She wonders what girl in their circle of friends would have written this. "Brittany," she says out loud. "Anyway," she continues reading. "Choose a safe-word; you never know just how crazy we may get with you, sweetie. Yeah, this is definitely Brittany. I hope you're plenty wet, Rachel. If not, this might help," she says and then another spotlight turns on to reveal a tiny red bikini. Rachel laughs to herself. "Not what I was expecting, but, okay," she says and then crosses the wide, open room to the hanging swimsuit. A note pinned to the crotch says to change now, so she does. She kicks off her flats, pulls her blue and white striped top off to reveal her shapely body. She then removes the bikini top from the hanger and puts it on, and then she strips out of her denim capris and removes her black thong with them before pulling on the red bottoms. She notices on the back of the note that'd been attached to the crotch of her bottoms that something else is written. "Speak your safe word and we'll light the way," the note says. With a grin she clears her throat. "Popcorn!" she says confidently and then the rest of the lights in the warehouse turn on to reveal a large, clear tank full of water. "Climb up the ladder to the platform," a male voice says over unseen speakers. She does as instructed and finds Glenn, Bobby's old football buddy from high school sitting in a poolside lounge chair in nothing but a pair of board shorts. Above the water Reggie, Bobby's cousin, is tied to a chair, hanging over the surface. "You have thirty minutes to bring us both to orgasm, or he gets dropped in the water. If that happens, you must earn the key to save Reggie from drowning," Glenn smirks, flexing his well-muscled arms. To Be Continued... The Wedding Trials Ch. 02 "Wake up, sleepyhead," a soft, sweet voice sings in his ear. Bobby opens his eyes and tries to sit up but finds that he's bound to a bed in a pink-painted frilly room. Posters of Johnny Depp, Chris Hemsworth and fucking Robert Pattinson are pinned to the walls. "Fucking shit, Brittany!" he moans. "What's going on?" "We didn't think it was fair that only Rachel go through the trials and felt you should go through your own at the same time," the buxom blonde says, practically lying across him. Brittany is Rachel's roommate and best friend. She's a little obnoxious sometimes, but she's definitely a fun ball of energy. Bobby lifts his head to see that he's bound to Brittany's bed by four sets of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. He remembers being warned by Renee that his friends had come up with an idea to put Rachel through a set of sexual trials to prove herself, but she also told him that the girls in their group of friends were planning to do the same to him. "So, tonight's the night, huh?" he asks. "That's right, stud," she says, slapping his chest playfully. "I'm your first trial. What you do will be a mirror of what Rachel's doing. That way you know what she's going through and she knows what you're going through," Brittany explains. "This isn't a test to not cheat?" Bobby asks to make sure he does the right thing. Brittany shakes her head. "No, we know you two would never cheat on each other. You're too perfect for each other. In fact, that's one of the reasons we're putting you two through this. We want you to experience more before you tie the knot. Maybe even stir a desire to experiment together after the honeymoon phase is over." "Shouldn't that be up to us?" "Of course! We just want to open you guys up to it. What you do with this experience later is up to you," she tries to reason with him. She stares at him in silence for a moment before deciding it's time to get started. "Now, somewhere in this room is the clue to your next trial. Your job is to get the location of that clue from me in any way possible. Just, no violence," she says. "You know me better than that, Brit," he says. She smiles sweetly at him and then kisses his nose. "That's true. You'd never hit me." "Now, I can't do much shackled to this bed," he reasons with her. She giggles. "I guess it's time to let you out then," she says and then goes to her dresser. Opening the top drawer she removes a handcuff key and one by one releases Bobby's restraints, starting with his feet. When she un-cuffs his right hand, he grabs one of her melon-sized breasts and squeezes firmly. She gasps slightly at his touch and then decides to crawl across the bed to release his other hand. Straddling him, she sits on his hardening cock and wiggles her wide, bubble butt. Brittany has a few extra pounds on her, but she's not fat by any means. In fact, Bobby has always found her attractive. She has wonderful curves in all the right places and is very well proportioned. Society might call her a plus size, but that's never stopped him from either fantasizing about her or from getting hard seeing her prod around the pool in her bikinis. Because of her size, not much is ever left to the imagination. As she releases his left hand, she lowers her face to his and gently presses their lips together in a soft kiss. Bobby sits up and wraps his arms around her, mashing her large tits into his chest and grinding his quickly hardening cock against her ass which is barely contained by a pair of pink, cotton shorts. Her matching tank top barely contains her tits and definitely rides up enough to show off a smooth belly with cute love handles. Bobby pinches the small amount of flesh that creates a slight muffin-top above her shorts and she laughs, breaking their make out session. "That tickles," she says before kissing him again. Her tongue darts into his mouth again and they continue to make out until her phone chimes. With a sigh she breaks their kiss and retrieves her phone from the night stand. With a frown she returns her phone to the table. "What's wrong?" Bobby asks. "That was from Renee and Travis, they say oral only for the first trial," she says. "Meaning that's all Rachel did for her first task?" he thinks for a minute. "You said this was mirrored, right? What she does, I do?" Brittany nods with a confused expression on her face. "Yeah, why?" "She blew Chaz, huh?" he asks. Her eyes grow wide. "How did you know?" "Come on, Brit, you're smarter than that. You're Rachel's best friend, Chaz is mine. It's an easy deduction." Brittany sighs. "Fine, you've figured it out. I told you too much earlier, but I knew you wouldn't go through with this if you didn't know that she was doing the same thing." "You're right about that," he tells her, scratching her back lightly. "Tell you what," he says. "When this is all done, maybe Rachel and I will take you and Chaz out and make up for giving you guys less than we'll probably give the others." Her mouth spreads into a wide, toothy smile. "You've got a deal," she says and then kisses him again. As they resume making out, Bobby rolls her onto her back and begins to kiss down her neck. "Don't worry, I'll do a little more than just eat your pussy," he promises her and then resumes kissing and licking her neck. Bobby reaches down and lifts her tank top up her body. She sits up enough for them to remove her top and reveal her braless breasts. With a grin, he kisses her one more time and then dives into her beautiful melons. He massages one while sucking and licking the other. He bites on her big, round nipples occasionally, making her squeal in delight. He continues this with intervals between each breast for a few minutes before she pushes him lower down her body. He's gotten her ready for more, so he kisses and licks down her smooth, soft belly to her pink shorts, which she removes to reveal a perfectly shaved pussy. Dragging his tongue around her puffy lips, he caresses her inner thighs first before kissing her glistening pussy lips. A moan escapes her mouth as he teases her pussy with his tongue, lightly licking her from bottom to top. Her fingers lightly scratch the back of his head as he continues to lick her cunt with more and more pressure with each pass. She tastes sweet to him, like a tangy candy he can't get enough of. He plunges his tongue in deeper, eliciting a delightful squeal from her before she sighs heavily. He twirls his tongue around and she giggles and moans at once. "Holy shit," she gasps. "No one's ever eaten me like this," she compliments him. He hums into her pussy as he darts his tongue back and forth. "Go back to twirling your tongue, that felt better," she requests and he obliges. He continues like this for a few minutes and her breathing becomes more ragged and labored. Her hips buck into his face involuntarily, so he uses his hands to hold her in place. Her grip on the back of his head increases as well, her fingernails digging into his skull. He pulls back for a quick break and her eyes open wide in desperation for more attention to her pussy. "You're hurting me with your nails, love," he explains gently and then kisses her. "Mmm, I taste good," she says with a grin. "I'll try to be more careful with your head," she promises. He kisses her one more time and then dives back into her pussy. She presses her fingers into the back of his head again, but this time she only uses the pads of her fingers rather than her nails. Pulling his tongue out of her pussy, he finds her clit and licks and flicks it for a few seconds before sucking on it. Her cute squeals and moans turn into vulgar screams of obscenities in no time. He's scared for a moment until she humps into his face roughly to bring herself to her climax. When her body finally goes rigid for a short eternity, she finally collapses on the bed again and gasps for air. "Oh my god," she cries softly over and over. Bobby crawls up to lie next to her, cuddling her into his arms. "That good?" "Nobody's ever eaten me out that good," she says through her heavy breathing. "I'm literally crying," she says and buries her face into his shoulder, soaking his shirt. "I wish I could return the favor, but I'm not allowed to. I'm going to take you up on that promise one day, though," she vows. "Good," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Give me a minute and I'll get you the clue for your next task." "Take your time, Brit." A couple minutes later, she sits up, kisses Bobby and then rolls off of her bed to her dresser again. She removes an envelope and hands it to him. Opening the envelop he removes a slip of paper instructing him to read out loud, like the ones Rachel has gotten. "You wrote these, didn't you?" he asks and Brittany nods. "I can tell it's definitely your handwriting." "Shit, do you think Rachel knows too?" Bobby nods. "I can guarantee it," he chuckles. "Well done, Bobby. You made me cum so good! Now, for your next task; change into the board shorts I'm about to give you. You're about to get wet!" Bobby looks up to see Brittany fishing out a pair of board shorts from her closet. She bounces back over to him, her large breasts jiggling with each hop she makes. "Strip," she commands. He laughs and quickly removes his clothes and reaches for the shorts but she pulls them away at the last second, causing his hand to grab her tits instead. He doesn't complain, of course; instead, he tweaks her nipple, making her scream and then laugh. She tosses the shorts at him. "That's what I thought," he says, pulling the shorts on. "I just wanted to see that cock a little longer. It's a very nice one," she compliments him. "Thanks," he says with a chuckle. "I guess I'll head on down to the pool outside." "You're so smart," she says sarcastically. "See you later, Brit," he says and then walks out of the room as she crawls across her bed to grab her cell phone. As he makes his way out to the backyard, he remembers back to when he first met Brittany... ************************************************** "Are you the T.A.?" a voluptuous blond asked Bobby as he graded papers at the professor's desk in the lab. He looked up to see a large set of tits nearly spilling out of a little pink dress. "Um, yeah, I'm the T.A.," he replies. "I was told you offer tutoring," she said, twirling her pretty blond hair in her finger. "When I have time, yes, I do," he answered, setting his pen down. "Is that what you need?" "Yeah, I'm terrible at Chemistry," she confessed with a ditzy roll of her eyes. "Okay, well, let me take a look at my schedule and see when we can meet up. What's your name?" "Brittany. I'm friends with Rachel," she said. "Oh, you're roommate Brittany!" he said, connecting the dots. "That's me!" she giggled. He stood up and stretched his hand out to her. "It's nice to finally meet you," he said as she shook his hand. "Same here; Rachel never shuts up about you, I just had to find a reason to meet you since she won't ever bring you around the dorm," she told him. "Well, I think she's still worried about how things would look. I tutored her last semester before we started dating; she doesn't want people getting the wrong idea." "Well, your secret's safe with me," she said with a wink. Bobby grinned and chuckled nervously. "So, are you really in this class or were you just making an excuse to meet me?" She smiled bashfully. "You caught me. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to meet you." He smiled. "Well, it was nice to finally meet you, Brittany." "And you as well," she said, her tone suddenly changing to a flirtatious one. She walked around the desk as he stood up and came dangerously close. "Brit," he stuttered, unable to finish her name. "You can call me Brit; I kinda like it," she said. "Brittany, stop," he commands, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Look, you are a very beautiful girl, but I'm crazy about Rachel. I would never cheat on her," he told her. "Not even for a chance at these?" she asked, shoving her tits up and out of the top of her dress. "Oops," she giggled. "Shit," he gasped and then closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, please, put them away, Brittany," he said backing away cautiously. "I would never cheat on Rachel." Brittany stuffed her massive tits back into her dress and then quickly closed the gap between them and hugged him tightly. "That's all I needed to hear, Bobby. You can date my friend now," she said excitedly. "This was a test?" he asked her. "A big one," she giggled. "And you passed with flying colors!" she praised him. "I'll find a way to reward you one day," she promised. "Are you done now?" Rachel asked angrily from the doorway. "You were in on this?" Bobby asked. "Not exactly; Brittany has a tendency to do what she wants," Rachel said with an uneasy grin. "I'm sorry," she apologized. Pushing Brittany away from him he stepped up to Rachel; she looked scared, so he softened his expression. "It's fine, Rachel. I hope you heard me reject her, even after showing me her, forgive me for saying, amazing tits." Rachel laughed. "They are spectacular," she agreed. "And I saw it all. You never once saw me standing in the doorway." "I think Brit's tits were blocking my view," he joked. "They do have special powers," Brittany joined in, laughing as well. ************************************************** And just a few minutes ago, he sucked on those amazing tits and ate her out to completion. She was right; she found a way to reward him. Now he's on his way out to the backyard to discover his next task. As he steps out into the dark backyard, the lights turn on to reveal Jessica, Glenn's fiancée, in a revealing red bikini, reclined in a pool chair. One sexy leg bent while the other one is stretched out, her arms crossed behind her head, forcing her firm, C-cup breasts to jut out in front of her. He'd always found her attractive with her dark, brown hair, perfectly curvy body and inviting brown eyes. The only thing that outshines her eyes is her charming smile with big, luscious lips. "Brittany must have enjoyed herself if you're already out here," Jessica says in her deep, sultry voice; she's always reminded Bobby of Jennifer Lawrence when she talks. "Can't say I didn't enjoy myself as well," he admits to her as he slowly approaches her lounge chair. "I bet it got you pretty hard, didn't it?" she asks, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him better. "Yep, I see a nice tent pitching in your shorts." Bobby shrugs. "Can't help it; Brit's got amazing tits, as we've all become accustomed to say." Jessica chuckles softly through a closed mouth smile. "They are spectacular," she agrees. "But, I think mine are a close second." Bobby shrugs. "You know I'm partial to Rachel's body," he tells her before squatting next to her chair, his eyes finally seeing her soft brown eyes again. "I know, Bobby, you're very loyal, so this whole thing must be hard for you," she says sympathetically. "Well, if you're here, that means Rachel's about to fuck Glenn, isn't she?" he asks and she nods. "Then, it's not as hard, as wrong as it all feels at the same time. If she's going through with her end, I should do the same so we can say we did this together." "That's the spirit," she says and then surprises him by pulling him in for a kiss. After a minute or two she pulls away and they both gasp for air. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," she admits. "Really?" he asks, still in a daze from her kiss. She nods. "When you acted as Glenn's wingman at that bar when we met, I was a little disappointed to find out that that's all you were; a wingman. Luckily, I ended up liking Glenn, too, but you were the one I wanted that night. Of course, when I found out about Rachel, I gave up those thoughts and kept you as a secret fantasy. Now, I get to fulfill that fantasy tonight," she says and kisses him again. "Well, if we're being honest, when I first approached you in that bar, a part of me kinda wished Rachel and I hadn't been dating, but a bigger part of me wished she'd been twenty-one and able to get into the bar legally so Glenn would have had to approach you himself," he laughs and she joins him. "Well, things have a way of working themselves out for the better, right?" she asks him. "They do indeed. So, what's my task?" he asks. Jessica pulls out a remote with a single button on it and then presses the button. A floodlight turns on with a resounding BOOM and lights up a girl tied to a chair leaning over the edge of the pool. The back of the chair is held in place by two ropes, and at the end of the ropes are two small explosive just big enough to snap the ropes. Only one person could have put this together: Travis. "Travis is working with you guys?" Bobby asks, forgetting that Brittan mentioned him just a few minutes ago. "He made all of this possible. So, if it seems a bit over the top, you know why," she giggles. "Now, you have thirty minutes from the time I turned that light on to bring us both to screaming orgasms. As soon as we both cum, I will push the button and Rebecca's chair will be brought safely back to all fours and she will reward you as she sees fit." "Rebecca? Rachel's sister?" he asks and then stands up and walks over to the pool. From across the small expanse of water, he sees the scared look on her gagged face. "Are you okay, Becca?" he asks. She looks at him and nods and then jerks her head towards Jessica, telling him to fuck her and save her from falling into the pool. She's in on it, though she doesn't seem to want to fall into the water. Bobby shakes his head and returns to Jessica. "Let's get this started," he says and then she sits up to remove his shorts. To Be Continued...