1 comments/ 42637 views/ 1 favorites The Going Away Party By: Georgepat It was the summer of 1965. Viet Nam was starting to become a country that we heard about all too often, and I had just graduated from high school a month previously. I knew that I wasn't ready to go to college now and that good old Uncle Sam had set his sights on young men such as myself. He was offering us an all expense paid vacation to the other side of the world, and all you had to do was sign on the dotted line. In early anticipation of this, I decided to go ahead and enlist early and, by doing so, be able to get a job that might actually help me in later life. I was scheduled to leave for boot camp on the twentieth of July and here it was the eighteenth and I hadn't had a date for several weeks. I knew that if I didn't luck out in the next couple of days, it was going to be a very long dry spell with nothing to look forward to except my favorite companion, Mrs. Thumb and her four daughters. At this time, I still lived with my parents in a small suburb outside of Washington, DC. We had fixed up the basement in our house for my room, allowing me to be able to practice my drums and guitar as the urge hit me and not disturb either my parents or sister. I had my own entrance to and from my room and, because of my age, my parents never seemed too concerned about my comings and goings. I had two windows in my room, one of which was a rather large one that faced our backyard and a small casement type window, which was under a small bunch of shrubs surrounding the front of our house. I had only lived in this neighborhood for a year and didn't know many of the kids on the block unless we had been in classes together at school. On this particular night, it was already after ten PM. I was lying on my bed reading, when I heard tapping coming from the small casement window above my bed. I put my book aside and listened. In a few moments the tapping came again. I turned off my reading light, stood on my bed, and looked out through the window. "Hey, Pat, are you there?" I heard a female's voice ask. The tapping started again. "Pat, are you in there? It's me, Karla, from homeroom class." "Yeah, I'm here. What do you want?" I replied. "We just heard that you're leaving for the service in a few days and wanted to invite you over to my house for a going away party tonight," Karla said. "Do you know that it's after ten, and I have to get up early tomorrow?" I asked. "Come on, Pat, come on over. We want to say goodbye to you before you leave," Karla responded. "Who's at this party," I asked, "and do I have to dress up?" "No, just come as you are right now and, so far, it's just me and Sarah. Later on, though, there might be a few others come over, but don't worry 'cause you know them all." "Well, ok, I guess I can come over for a while," I told her. "Give me about fifteen minutes and I'll be on down." As she backed away from the window, the streetlight behind her allowed me to see that she was wearing something pretty thin, because I could see a silhouette of her body through her clothes. I cleaned up a little bit and left my room, heading over to Karla's house. When I arrived I noticed that there was no car in the driveway and no lights on in the house, except for a small light in the basement area. I knocked at the door and Karla opened it to let me in. It was dark in the little foyer and, as far as I could tell, she just had her nightgown on. "We're glad you decided to come over, Pat. Sarah and I are staying in the family room while my parents are out of town. It's a really neat place to have a going away party," Karla said. "Would you like a Coke, or something else, maybe?" "Yeah, a Coke would be fine," I assured her and she left to grab one from the fridge for me. As she handed it to me, she opened the door leading to her family room and I saw that the only source of light were the six or seven candles that were burning here and there around the room. The radio was on softly, playing some popular songs, and there was a sleeping mat on the floor, off to one side, already made up for use. Karla's friend, Sarah, was sitting on a couch across from the mat, and I noticed that she too was wearing only her nightgown. "You say that your parents are gone?" I asked Karla. "Yes, at least till tomorrow night late. Until then, we're on our own." She took my hand and walked me over to the couch where I sat down next to Sarah, and Karla took her spot on my other side. I sat there, drinking my Coke and listening to the music, wondering just what was going on, when a slow song started to play. "Do you want to try a dance, Pat?" Karla asked and, without waiting for an answer, pulled me to my feet towards the only small spot available in the room to dance. I have never been known for my ability to trip the light fantastic and this night was no exception. I awkwardly put my arm around her lower back and held onto her hand, keeping a respectable distance between our bodies. Karla leaned into me and placed her head on my shoulder, then moved my hand down from her back to rest on the cheek of her ass. I could tell as she pressed into me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel her hardened nipples through my t-shirt. I cautiously moved my hand around on her ass cheek and discovered that she had no panties on as well. We swayed slowly to the music and, at one point; she pressed her hips into mine. I had already become slightly aroused, and feeling her warm midsection pressing into mine pushed me painfully to a full erection. I broke contact with her for a moment as I turned and tried to arrange my cock to a more comfortable position in my jeans. "What's the matter, Pat," Karla asked as she smiled at my discomfort, "you seem to have a rather large problem down there, don't you?" I glanced over at Sarah and saw that she was grinning from ear to ear. "Karla, I think it's my turn to dance with him now," she said. "It's no fair that you have all the fun tonight." In a moment of complete clarity that exists only in the minds of young men, I said, "Hey girls, why don't we all dance together?" "Not right now, Pat, I want to dance with you by myself first," Sarah told me. She stood and moved into my arms, placing her hands on my ass and pulling me tightly against her. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and found that she wasn't wearing panties either. Her ass felt wonderful as I gently squeezed and caressed her round cheeks through her nightgown. Her breasts were pressed against my chest as she turned her head and lightly brushed her lips on my neck, causing chills of delight to course through my body. I pulled her tightly to me and pressed my hard cock against her warm and inviting crotch. She uttered a small moan and kissed my neck again. "Alright you guys," Karla said as she moved to our side and put her arms around both of our shoulders, "is there room in this dance for one more?" Sarah and I both turned slightly towards her and opened our arms. Karla stepped into the opening and I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to us. I leaned over slightly and slowly kissed first Sarah, then Karla, using just the tip of my tongue to gently part their lips and enter their warm mouths. It was then that I tasted what I had suspected from the first moment this evening. They had been drinking and even though not acting too buzzed, they were at that point when their inhibitions were somewhat relaxed and I was to be the lucky recipient of what was to follow. PART 2 As we stood there, the three of us in a soft embrace, Karla placed her hand against the front of my jeans and rubbed my stiff cock lightly, then took Sarah's hand and did the same. I pressed my hips tightly against both of the girls' hands and moaned. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you took your jeans off?" Karla asked. "Remember, there's no one here but us." "What about the other kids you told me might be coming by? I don't want to be caught in here with my pants off when they show up," I stated. "Oh, don't worry about that, Pat, there are no other kids coming," Karla told me. "I just told you that to make sure that you'd come over and join us." She grinned at me and said, "Sarah and I are your entire going away party." I looked at both girls, shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to take my jeans off. They stood side by side and watched as my cock, now free from the confines of the tight jeans, rigidly pressed against my jockey shorts causing the top to pull away from my belly and allowing them a sneak peak at my tool. "Damn," they both muttered, looking at each other and grinning, "I think we have a keeper here." I placed my jeans on a nearby chair, then turned back to the two girls and asked, "Ok, now what?" "Let's play spin the bottle," Sarah said. I watched as the girls moved to the mat and sat down, their breasts bouncing against the fabric of their nightgowns as they did so. I walked over and sat down myself, sitting cross-legged and facing them both. They tucked their legs under them as only women can do, and hiked their nightgowns up about mid-thigh. Karla reached behind her back and produced an empty wine bottle, placing it on the mat between the three of us and gave it a quick spin. As luck would have it, and considering that I was the only male in attendance, when the bottle finally came to a stop it was pointing straight at me. Karla laughed and leaned towards me as I did the same. I had to get on my knees in order to reach her and, as I did, my cock slipped out of my shorts and was in plain view of both of them. Karla put her arms around my neck and, as our lips touched, she opened her mouth slightly and pushed her tongue into mine. We kissed like that for what seemed a long time before Sarah reminded us that she was there too. Our kiss broke apart and Sarah leaned in and spun the bottle. This time the bottle stopped pointing at Karla. Both of them broke into giggles and Karla told Sarah, "You can't get out of it now, you have to kiss me, and it's the rules." Sarah blushed a deep red and turned towards Karla and said, "Ok, I don't have a problem with that." She leaned over and waited for Karla to kiss her. I was expecting to see a quick peck on the lips to comply with the rules but was completely surprised when they put their arms around each other and really got into it. Sarah put her hand on Karla's upper leg and began to rub it in slow circles and, with each circle, more of Karla's thigh was uncovered to my eyes. The room didn't have enough light to see well, but I could swear that I was seeing Karla's pussy hair under her gown. The girls finished their kiss and looked at me to see if I approved of what they had done. I nodded my head and smiled, then spun the bottle for myself. The bottle came to rest, pointing at Sarah. She quickly leaned towards me and pulled my face to hers, kissing me deeply with her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My cock was still sticking out of my shorts, waving around like it had a mind of its own, when I felt a hand softly grip my shaft and begin to slowly move her hand up and down its length. My breath locked in my throat as I realized that Karla was jacking me off right in front of Sarah. "Why don't we all lie down so we can be more comfortable," Sarah said to us, "besides, I want to help you do what you're doing to him." "You mean help me jack him off?" Karla said. "Yes, I want to help you jack Pat off." At this point in time I don't think I would have cared whichever one of them had done it. I just didn't want them to stop. "Oh, God, that feels so good," I moaned. "Please don't stop." Sarah put her hand below Karla's and they quickly got into a rhythm together, stroking my swollen cock up and down. They were on either side of me and up on one elbow looking towards me. Karla removed her hand from her head and then pulled her nightgown up above her waist. She took my hand and placed it between her legs and lightly pressed my forefinger into her slit. Sarah saw what Karla had done and then pulled her nightgown up, opened her legs wider and placed my other hand on top of her pussy. I cupped her mound and then took it upon myself to put my finger into her moist slit too. "I'm going to cum." I moaned to them, "I'm Cumming now." They both watched my cock head as the first spurt of cum arced up into the air to land on my belly. Their eyes opened wide as the next wave of my man juice boiled up and out of my prick, covering both of the girls' hands with my thick white spunk. I groaned and pushed both of my fingers into the girls' pussies as far as I could from the position I was in. I heard their quick intake of breath and both started to move their hips in an up and down motion as my fingers tried to reach deeper into them. I slid my fingers out of their pussies and then slowly ran them up and down their hairy slits till I reached the little nubs I was searching for. As soon as my fingers applied a little pressure to them and rubbed them in small circles, Sarah moaned and I felt her body tense. She arched her back and slammed her open legs closed. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a long drawn out moan. "Oh my Godddddddd, that feels sooooo gooooood, Pat, don't stop. Don't stop doing that. Keep rubbing me like that." I leaned over towards her and stuck my tongue into her mouth, all the while rubbing her clit. Her hips were bucking off the floor and her legs were opening and closing with each stroke of my finger. "Aaaarrrgggggggg," she cried out as, at last, her orgasm started to course through her body. Karla had turned more towards me so she could watch Sarah as she came. I released Sarah and put my arms around Karla, rolling her to her back. I put another finger in her cunt, increased my speed, and soon had her rocking in her own orgasm till she totally collapsed and lay quietly beside me. PART 3 "Man, I'm hot as hell now, "Karla said. She sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it aside. I looked at her and, for the first time, saw her tits. They were beautiful. They were round and perky with nipples that were quite pronounced. She had a small mole on the side nearest me and, for some reason, I wanted to kiss that spot. I pulled her towards me and kissed her breast. She sucked her breath in quickly and sighed. She turned so that I could kiss more of them and at this point I made an important discovery about women. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth and started to run my tongue around it, she started to quiver all over. Her breathing became very fast and shallow and she threw her head back and said, "I'm going to cum again, Pat. Suck my tit harder and use your teeth lightly on my nipple. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out. She put her hand down between her legs and started to rub her clit furiously till she flopped backwards and came. I looked at her pussy and saw that her juice was leaking out and running down the crack of her ass. I was amazed at what had just happened. I looked at Karla lying there beside me and she told me that for some reason, if her tits are getting sucked on, that's all it takes for her to cum. Sarah had, of course, seen all this and, not to be outdone, took her gown off and then lay back down beside me on the mat. Her breasts were slightly larger than Karla's but her nipples were not as pronounced. She looked over at me and whispered, "It's my turn now." She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, using her tongue to lick all around the inside of my mouth. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy and started to move her hips in a rhythmic motion, my hand following her movements exactly. As we finished our kiss, I decided to try something that I had never done before but had heard some of the guys talking about. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?" I asked her. "What do you mean?" "Has a guy ever put his face between your legs and licked you there?" I asked. She shot a very quick look at Karla and said, "Well, sorta, but it wasn't a guy that did it." I looked at Karla and then back to Sarah, the truth finally dawning on me. "You mean that you and Karla... have done this?" "Many times, Pat, and we love it too. In fact, that's what we were doing when Sarah suggested we go and see if you wanted to come over," Karla said. "We wondered how a guy would do it differently than we do," Sarah said. "You have done it before, haven't you?" "Well, no, I haven't, but I'm a quick learner," I said truthfully. "Do you want to try then, and learn from us?" Karla asked. I pondered this for but a moment before I looked at them both and said, "Well, I'm game if you all are." I pushed myself down the mat until I was between Sarah's legs. She opened them wider and took her hands and opened her pussy lips. "Lick me from the top of my slit to the bottom and then, when you get to the top again, suck on my clit gently until I tell you to do it harder." I did as she asked and when my tongue first touched her pussy she moaned and removed one of her hands, putting it behind my head. "Oh yes, that's it, that's it, lick me just like that. Put your fingers in my pussy and finger-fuck me while you lick me," she said. "Ohhhh, you're doing it just right, Pat," she moaned. "This time I want you to use your teeth very lightly on my clit." As I worked at her pussy, doing my best to make her feel good, I saw Karla sucking on one of Sarah's tits. "Yesssssss, this feels soooooo good," Sarah moaned again. "I'm going to cum very soooooon. "Don't stop, oh Goddddddd, don't stop doing what you're doing to me. Here it comes. I'm cumming nowwwwwwww," Sarah cried out. Both Karla and I waited till her orgasm has subsided before we stopped playing with her. I crawled from between her legs and asked her if she enjoyed it. She just smiled at the two of us and said, "Very much so, thank you both." The Going Away Party "Hello. Hello. I'm home." My usual greeting went unanswered, so I tossed my jacket on a chair and made my way through the house looking for Barbara. Maybe she was napping. Or out in the yard. "Sweetheart, where are you?" No answer, only silence. Then I noticed the house was buttoned up, windows shut, doors locked, and I remembered she told me this morning that she might be late tonight. I was a little disappointed, and a little relieved. It had been a long day to end a long week and I was bushed. I could use a little time alone to unwind. I kicked off my shoes and hung my slacks and shirt in the closet and flopped on the bed in my boxers. "Ahhhh!" The soft bed felt great. I plumped a pillow under my head and groped for the remote, flicking on ESPN to check the scores. Then I just let the day drain away. It went in a flood and I drifted into a dream before I even realized that I had closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the room was dimmer. How long had I slept? As I tried to focus, I noticed a subtle, sweet and spicy fragrance and felt soft lips on my cheek. "Are you asleep?" a quiet voice asked. Barbara was home. I turned my head and returned the kiss. "You're home." I reached up to hug her tightly and welcome her with a deeper kiss. I could smell cigarette smoke in her hair and a hint of wine on her lips. "What time is it?" I asked as we broke the kiss. She began to unbutton her white cotton blouse. It was already untucked and her shirttails hung down over her short, tight denim skirt. "It's about eight," she said. "Sorry, I'm so late. We were having fun and I sort of lost track of time." "We?" "Yeah, you remember, I told you this morning we were having a little going away party after work for Bill. We went to Logan's -- that little place around the corner -- and had a few drinks. Everyone was there." That's right, I remembered. Bill worked in the production department and had gotten an offer to manage production at another company across town. Barbara said everyone hated to see him go. He was a good man, intelligent, hard working and easy to get along with ... a rare combination. He was also good-looking, tall and slender with sandy hair and blue eyes and I thought Barbara was going to miss him more than most. She had a bit of crush on him. He was just her type and from time to time she would laugh about flirting with him at work. She was a free spirit who had an easy way with people. Everyone liked her and I was sure that her sometimes-ribald wit had roused some attraction from Bill. But always the professional, he had never ventured beyond mildly suggestive chat. I always wondered what Barbara would have done if he had. She continued to talk about the party as she unhooked her garters and peeled her stockings down her tan legs. "It was fun. Everyone got pretty loose after a couple of drinks and let their hair down. A couple of them surprised me. It's funny that you work with people for years and think you know them, but at a party like this you find out they aren't exactly who you thought they were. "Like Alice. She always seemed like such a prim little tight-ass, but she was the one who pumped the juke box full of quarters and pulled my boss, Tim, up from the table to dance. That was a sight. He was stiff as a board, but that didn't stop Alice. I never would have thought she could move like that." "Did you dance?" I asked. I knew she loved to dance and I often felt bad that I never did. I was self-conscious, but I always told myself I just liked listening to the music. I felt a little guilty about that so I hoped that she had a chance to dance and had a good time tonight. "Not at first," she replied. "I was talking to a couple of the guys from work and I was just taking it all in. It was interesting watching everyone." "Not at first?" I asked. Barbara finished slipping her bra off from under her blouse and turned to look at me. She had a shy, but mischievous look on her face that hinted at something naughty, and as she stepped closer to the bed the dangling sides of her blouse shifted and swayed to reveal the rise of her breasts while the thin material slid across hardening nipples. She had my attention. "Well, Bill asked me to dance," she said. "And?" "And nothing really," she said. "We just danced and talked. And, well, we flirted a little bit." "That's nothing new, you're always flirting with him. Why so coy?" She bit her lip lightly and lowered her head. Then looking up at me through her eyelashes, she answered. "It was different this time." "What do you mean different?" "I think he wants to sleep with me." I started to sit up a little straighter in the bed, but she moved over me and held me in place as she climbed on to the bed. She straddled me and bent down to kiss me, her lips soft and wet, her tongue gently tracing my lips. Her blouse hung wide open and for a moment I could see her full breasts and swollen nipples before the blouse fell back in place barely concealing them again. Her tiny denim skirt had ridden higher and I could tell she wore nothing beneath the skirt. I hadn't noticed her pulling her panties off. Had she been wearing them? And where our bodies met I could feel a heat rising in her. "What makes you think that?" I asked. "He told me." "He did?" I wasn't surprised that he wanted to sleep with Barbara, lots of men did, but I was surprised that he told her. "That's certainly different. He has always been so proper and professional." "This was his going away party, remember," she said. "We don't work together anymore. He doesn't have to be professional anymore," she said. "Actually, he said that in a small way it was one of the reasons he took the new job. I mean, it is a better job with more money and all that, but he said he knew he wouldn't have to hold back anymore. He said I have been driving him crazy and this gave him the chance to find out if I was just flirting, or if I wanted something more." "Did you..." "No. No, we just talked and danced," Barbara said. "We did dance slow and close, close enough for me to tell he was serious... and we did kiss. Just a little." "In front of everyone?" "No. No." she said. "By the time he worked himself up to tell me all this, it was already getting late. To tell the truth, I wanted to stay, but I knew you would be getting worried so I told him I had to leave. He walked me out to the car and in the parking lot, he kissed me. He said it was his going away present." "Then what?" "Nothing. I left and came home." "How do you feel about all this?" I asked. "Surprised," she said. "Just as surprised as you look right now. And flattered. It feels good knowing someone finds you attractive, especially someone like Bill. I mean, he's the kind of guy I was always attracted to before I met you." "I can understand that." "You know what else?" "What?" "It really made me hot," she said, grinding her hips against me lightly. "All that close dancing, knowing -- and feeling -- how much he wanted me. It just got me going. I couldn't help it. Then when he grabbed me and kissed me in the parking lot, I almost lost control. I just wanted it. If we weren't married, I would have gone home with him. I could hardly drive home. All the way, I kept thinking about what happened and I was just exploding." I must have looked as stunned as I felt. My emotions were racing. I didn't know how to feel. Her passion radiated from her whole body and I wanted to respond, but I was so shocked by what she had told me that I just lay there. Questions and doubts raced through my mind along with desire. "Baby, don't be mad," she said. "Nothing happened, just a little flirting." "I know, I just didn't expect this, I said. "I don't know how to feel." "Well, I do, at least about one thing," she said trailing her hand down my chest and stomach and on to a place that undeniably revealed one emotion her story had aroused in me. She looked down at me with her a raw animal desire and again lowered her head and as her lips brushed my cheek, she whispered: "Make love to me." Whatever else I was feeling was swept aside as I felt her moving on top of me, rubbing, grinding, caressing and kissing. Her whole body was in motion, alive with a desire that would not be denied. And I could think of nothing but to answer her every move with my own and to answer her every desire with my own. Hard, hot and unrelenting. I pulled her blouse off her shoulders and pulled her to me, crushing her breasts against my chest and feeling her hard, hot nipples ignite an even deeper fire within me. We rolled on the bed, all arms and legs and lips and hands gliding over each other, kissing, touching, feeling every inch of each other's bodies, driving each other to heights of passion we had not often approached. I couldn't wait any longer, and rolled her onto her back, pushed the little skirt up to her waist and parted her legs. But as I moved between them, she reached out and touched my lips with one finger and said: "Not yet. I want to make love to you." I was puzzled and hesitated and in that moment she rolled me off her and onto my back and jumped up from the bed. "I want to do something special for you," she said. "I love you so much. I want to you to feel something you have never felt before. Just wait a minute." She moved around the bed like a ghost in the darkening room. I could barely see her. And then light burst from a match and she lit a candle on the nightstand. "There that's better," she said, and then danced, almost giddy, to my closet. When she turned around she had several of my neckties in her hand and a wicked look on her face. "What?" "Shhh!" she said with a finger to her lips as she crossed the floor toward me. Before I could speak again she was wrapping one of the ties across my eyes and knotting it tightly. "Hey," I tried to protest. "Relax," she said and lightly brushed an erect nipple across my lips, "and enjoy it." I tried to kiss the hot bud of flesh, but it was gone and she giggled at my futile effort. "You will have it, and more ...in a little while, but now come with me." She helped me up and led me to the far corner of the room onto a stool next to the bookcase. She tugged down my boxers then made me sit. The hard, flat wooden seat was cold on my buttocks. Then, in a flash, she was binding my right ankle to one of the legs of the stool. "I want to make love to you," she said again and I began to understand. "I want you completely helpless. I'm going to do everything." As she moved to my left leg, she brushed her breasts along my legs. I could feel her shudder and heard a low sigh that rekindled my own passion that had been lost in my apprehension about what she was up to. Soon, I was bound and completely immobile. Blindfolded, legs lashed to the stool and hands tied at my sides to the top of the rear legs of the stool. She had what she wanted. I was helpless. "What now?" I asked. "Be patient," she said and though I could not see her I sensed her pausing to think. Then I could hear her bustling about the room, rummaging in drawers and then out into another room. I couldn't imagine what else she might need or want. I heard the water run in the bathroom and, in a moment, she was back at my side. "Unnh! Ahh!" I groaned as her lips encircled the tip of my penis. She had leaned over without touching me at all and the sudden moist warmth of her mouth was like an unexpected electrical shock. Her tongue flicked and circled the most sensitive places, surprising me with the intensity of the pleasure. Perhaps it was true that when you are deprived on one of your senses, the others are heightened. After a few deft strokes, I could feel my penis begin to spasm. I was rocketing toward orgasm like a teenager with no control. She sensed it, too, and as suddenly as she began, she stopped and pulled away. "Oh, you're so cruel," I said. She laughed. "You have no idea. This is just the beginning," she replied. "But that will have to hold you for a while. There is something I need, and it's not here..." Then I felt her lips on mine and she kissed long and hard and deep, our tongues exploring and probing. When she broke the kiss I was so lightheaded that it was only through a haze that I realized that she was fully dressed. I felt her blouse against my chest, her stockings against my legs and the hem of that little denim dress brushed across my thighs. But before I could say a word, she sealed my lips with a piece of adhesive tape. "...so I have to leave you for a little while." I felt her straddle my leg and lower herself until I could feel her, hot and wet. She ground herself on my thigh for a moment and said, "Think of me." And then she was gone. I could hear her footsteps receding down the hallway and across the tile of the foyer. The door opened and slammed shut. Then more faintly I could hear the car engine starting. "Where the hell is she going?" "How could she leave me like this?" I wondered. "Nothing could make this better than it already was. Was I supposed to just sit here like this until she got back? Damn, Barbara!" My desire faded as surprise and irritation replaced it. Here I was sitting naked, tied to stool, blindfolded and gagged in dark bedroom and she just up and takes off somewhere and leaves me like this. What if something happens? How would I explain this? I began to feel like a fool and the humiliation transformed the irritation to anger. Why would she do this to me? How could I let her? How indeed? It was the excitement and the mystery that got me. And as I thought about how she led me to the stool and strapped me down, anticipation and desire pushed the other emotions aside again. So, where did she go? She needed something. What? What could it be? Whipped cream? Chocolate? The delicious thought of her sweet mouth filled my mind. Maybe, feathers? Or a whip? She does have that mischievous streak. Just the thought of the possibilities hardened me again, my penis was now so sensitive that it felt as though the slightest contact with my thigh would be enough to trigger my climax. What if she went to get her friend, Connie? We had, in the throes of lovemaking, fantasized about a threesome. Connie was dark-skinned with almond eyes and jet-black hair and a wild streak that ran much deeper than Barbara's. I had never been unfaithful, at least if fantasies don't count, but I had undressed Connie in my mind almost every time the three of us have been together. And I had often imagined what it would be like to make love to her. When I masturbated, I imagined that she was very, very good in bed. Maybe that's what Barbara meant when she said she wanted to do "something special" for me. Maybe, she thought that would make up what happened with Bill. "It would more than do that," I thought as my mind raced through the possibilities. Then the reality of the idea hit me like a brick. I could just picture Barbara walking in with Connie and showing me off, trussed like a holiday turkey. I could hear Connie laughing already. Helpless and horny with two women getting a good laugh about it. The embarrassment killed my erection, and anger began to rise again. Oh, yeah, what a hoot that would be. And that's the kind of thing Connie could never keep to herself. I was mortified. I would never be able to look any of our friends in the eye again. How would I know if they knew? This was too awful to think about anymore, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Where the hell was Barbara? Yeah, where was she? How long has she been gone? It seems like an hour? Can it be? Or have I just lost track of time sitting here with only my senses of smell, hearing and feeling. How long can it take to get a can of whipped cream? The store is just down the street? Come on, Barbara, enough is enough. I began to wriggle and fidget. Maybe I could loosen the ties. Maybe I could free myself. Boy, would I have a surprise for her when she got back. By the time her eyes adjusted to the dark in here, I would have her. Maybe I would tie her up. Give her a little taste of her own medicine. I hardened again thinking of her bound and helpless and at my mercy. I would make her beg me to fuck her. I would... The stool tipped and tottered. I was going over. I tried to gasp, but the tape on my mouth stifled the attempt and instead gagged as I tried to right myself. I felt woozy and overbalanced. The stool rocked sharply the other way then caught just before going over and then back again. Finally, it settled and I decided I had better not squirm around so much. But I had to move. The hard wood of seat was pinching the bones in my butt and they ached, and the ties had begun to bite into my wrists and ankles. Nothing I could do would help. If I squinched down to ease the pressure on my wrists, my butt would push harder into the seat. If I pushed with my feet to take the pressure off my butt, I would cut off the circulation to my hands. They were tingling and beginning to numb. Come on, Barbara, where are you? This is getting to be more torture than titillation. I contemplated tipping the stool over on purpose. Maybe it would ease the pressure. But what if I hit my head on the bookcase or table? I tried to remember where they were, but blindfolded I didn't know just where I was. Hell, what difference does it make? If I knock myself out, at least my ass won't hurt anymore. I was still weighing the possibilities when I thought I heard a car pull in the driveway. I stiffened and listened, forcing everything else from my mind. Silence. Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was our neighbor, Tom, just getting home. Then I heard a car door close. Relief washed through me and I felt a little sheepish at all my wild imaginings. Of course, she did just what she said she would and now she was back. If only I could have been patient as she had asked. But she wouldn't know all that and my "something special" was just moments away. Thoughts of her filled my head, thoughts of how hot she was before she left and how we would fulfill each other's desires. I was so ready for her. I heard her key the lock and the door swing open. But there was something else. Voices. It sounded like a man and a woman talking and laughing. They were too far away for me to make out the words, but it was clear she was talking to someone outside the door. Who could it be? Tom must have seen her pull in and come over for something. He had a knack for dropping in at inopportune times. This may have been the most inopportune of them all. Come on, Barbara, just get rid of him. But I knew she wouldn't, at least not so abruptly. It would be rude and that's just not her way. I do love that about her, but just this once, I wish she would be rude and tell him to go home. I needed her so badly. After a few moments, I heard footsteps in the foyer and the door shut behind them. I would have cried out to her in joy, but the tape trapped my words and my heart began to race. It beat so hard that I could almost hear it. I thought that something didn't sound right about the footsteps, but it must only be the sound of my heart pounding with anticipation. I'm so feverish with expectation that my mind is playing tricks on me. I heard the footsteps again moving across the tile floor and this time it was clear. There were two sets of footsteps. Barbara's running shoes with their little squeak and the sharper sound of leather shoes slapping the tiles. "What the hell? She didn't invite Tom in, did she? Not with me sitting here like this? What is she thinking? Maybe he needed to borrow something. Sugar? Milk? Whatever? Just give it to him and send him home, please. This was a little too close for comfort.