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Knowing Her Ch. 01

By: DrawLine



Sun light. That was my first thought as my blurry vision returned. How long had I been sleeping? 

I came round to find myself on the couch. Despite the fact that I must have resembled a car wreck casualty, I was pretty comfortable; right up to the point where I tried to move. My shoulder was knotted, and after a stretch I realised that the muscles in my lower back were also going to give me grief. 

Good start.

The lounge was empty and all was quiet... Where the hell was everybody?

The punch bowl was left on the small drinks stand in the middle of the room, mostly empty from the previous night's "social gathering" (read; "piss up"). A few empty beer cans were left across the floor, and the TV had been switched to standby. From the lounge I could see straight into the kitchen, also empty. The playing cards from our Poker game had been left out on the dinning table. What a mess, I was glad this wasn't my house.

I pulled myself up onto my feet, and immediately two things struck me. Firstly, my head was throbbing. Secondly, my other head was throbbing. My hard-on, tucked to one side of my jeans, ached for release; a fuck, or a palm. Not normally a slave to my baser instincts, I was able to ignore that, however; it was bloody uncomfortable. I'm not what you might call "Pornstar enormous", but I like to think I'm on the larger side; so walking with it hard in tight jeans was not only hard to conceal, it was also awkward. I remember when I was a young teen (I'm only twenty five now, but it feels like a lifetime ago), I was curious enough to measure it. Just over six inches, and quite thick. Sure, there was bigger, but I was proud of it all the same.

In fact, it was perhaps because of my size that I ended up here, in a round-about way. 

I had just come out of a steady relationship. A sexless relationship. When we had met each other, myself and Beth, four years earlier, the sex had been great, and frequent. Then less so. Then even less so; untill about the two year mark when it was all but gone. I'd tried everything to get things back on track, but to no avail. Apparently, intercourse was hurting her, and that in turn was damaging her sex drive. She blamed my size. I tried to be supportive, but that turned to resentment, the relationship soured, and I left her. Frigid bitch. She was very upset, but I had needs. 

Through all this, my friend Taz had supported me. Now; here I was, at the party; or more precisely, the aftermath. 

Taz is a misleading nickname I guess. Her real name is Tamsin. Or Tam if you're a friend. She actually hates being called Taz, but after the years we've known each other she finally had to accept Taz as the name I was going to use; like it or not. Nobody else got away with it.

I first met Taz after she started dating a mutual friend. I say mutual, Chris has been a close friend since High School. We had a spark, and she quickly became my closest friend. We both had very similar interests (mainly a passion for film and illustration), the same cutting sense of humour (which was usually employed against each other during our frequent battles of wit), and naturally it didn't hurt any that she was a stunner. 

Despite being a casual kind of chick that rarely ever used make up, to be honest, she didn't have to; she was gorgeous anyway. She was slim (but athletic), with small but very firm looking breasts; my favourite type of figure. Her pale complexion was faultlessly smooth, and mousey brown hair framed her pretty face. A cheeky smile which curved up higher to one side, and those emerald eyes... I think, if anything, I'd rather she was a little taller (with her coming only half way up my chest), but that's being really, really picky. 

I think a lot of our friends had suspected that we would eventually end up together, and I certainly couldn't deny the appeal. We had plenty of chemistry. It made a lot of sense, thankfully something that Chris (who was normally relaxed but on occasions a jealous type of guy) had been oblivious to. However, I've always preferred to keep things real and not to get involved in fantasy. I never broached the subject to Taz.

Back to the Kitchen. I opened the fridge door and helped myself to the last can of beer. It was cold in my hand, and refreshing inside my mouth (which currently tasted like a sewer). 

Back to the lounge. I don't think I'd ever seen the place so untidy. Taz lived here with her best girl-pal, Kat (short for Kate, if you couldn't guess?). Of the two, Taz was certainly the more house proud, even during a party like last night she would always be running round clearing things away. This had to be her biggest fault, and had led to her being dubbed the "house Nazi". Obviously, not a title she was all that enamoured with.

Then I heard a noise, something banging on the floor from up above. I walked over to the stairs, listening. Was somebody getting-it-on up there?

"Who's down there?" called the familiar voice. It was Taz.

I began to climb the stairs as I answered.

"Who do you think? Where is everybody?"

"Get me out of here, would you please?" came the reply.

The door to her bedroom was ajar. I pushed it open slowly. Looking mighty undignified, yet still trying to retain some of her dignity and fiery pride, was Taz... 

She was handcuffed to the bed rail. 

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

Being a guy, I tend to just come out with what I'm thinking.

"Don't just stand there gawping like a prick and find the fucking key!"

Taz was always such a sweet girl.

She was wearing the same outfit from the night previous; A tight white vest top over a black bra, blue jeans that hung low on her hips, that same little silver butterfly on the black strap round her neck. Still fully dressed, so I assumed this was nothing kinky.

"Hang on, first thing's first; why are you chained to the bed?" 

Then another thought occurred to me.

"How long have you been up here like this?" I added.

"Not long, about fifteen minutes. They left me here when Stuart took everybody out for a beer run. I thought you'd have been with them?"

Stuart had not been drinking, and so was likely driving them to the nearest supermarket, a trip that was going to take about half an hour longer. They must have left me sleeping. The party was going to continue it seemed.

"Will you please find the key now?" She continued, pulling her hands against the chain.

"That don't explained why you're cuffed to the bed."

"House Nazi" She said, a little embarrassed. 

"This is my punishment for being a stuck up bitch... Maybe they're right? Maybe I do worry too much..." A defeated look crossed her face, but only for a moment, and then it was gone.

"Key?" I said, examining the cuffs. "I thought they all had a safety latch type thing on the side?"

It was heart breaking to see somebody usually so in control, now so helpless. Inside my jeans the hard-on twitched. Suddenly I was once again aware of the urge for gratification, a fuck, and I felt like it was harder now than before. I was swelling even bigger... Was it seeing Taz like this that was doing it? Whatever the reason, I hoped she couldn't tell. My jeans were tight.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, don't switch off! Stop eyeing me up and just find the key! I don't enjoy being stuck like this you know." 

I felt the need to retaliate. We often sparred, but the lippy friend usually won. 

"Maybe it's time to turn the tables" I thought as I walked over to the side of the bed. 

"Not until you play nice." I sat next to her, smiling.

"What?" A confused change in her tone.

"You're in no position to bark orders, lady."

"Oh, come on!" She rolled her eyes and shifted on the bed, the cuffs rattling. Her tight vest rode up her body slightly, revealing her flat stomach. I'd never noticed her belly piercing before, a small diamond encrusted bar. Unable to resist the temptation, I pulled the vest up a ilttle further and placed the cold can down on her naked skin.

"Fuck me!" She shrilled as she breathed in sharply, trying to contort away from under the icy metal. I had to admire her shape as she twisted and turned.

"Admit it, you're helpless." I said, enjoying myself.

My nuts tightened to see her squirm. I don't think I'd ever been so randy. I knew I should stop, just get the key, and set her loose, but I just couldn't help myself. Plus, after what I'd just done, she'd go mad at me. Best I leaver her.

I blamed the drink, taking a another mouthful.

"OK! OK! Stop! Alright, I'm sorry, you win."

"Beaten so easily?" I mused to myself.

She continued, "Now please help me find the key." 

"No." I replied, before I even had a chance to think. I had surprised myself with that sudden reply. 

"Stay in the real world" I told myself. "Think of the repercussions! She's a friend and she's dating a friend! Where can you go with this?" Then another voice; the devil on my shoulder added "How far dare you go with this?"

"Not yet." I went on.

"You have to make it up to me. I'm still mighty upset about you insulting me like you did." 

Taz looked up at me, for the first time she seemed genuinely nervous. Had I unsettled her? I couldn't help but gaze down over her, that fantastic toned body. She was panting, emerald eyes wide and bright. Wrists red and sore from pulling on the metal cuffs. Cold beads of water on her exposed skin. She was defenseless, and I was aching to fuck, it had been such a long time. 

She looked so damn good, too good.

"Kiss me." I said, putting the can down on the bed side cabinet.

"What?"

She had heard. The damage had been done now, too late to take it back. 

"I said shut up and kiss me."

I don't even think it had sunk in before I bought my head down to meet hers. As our lips met, I hesitated. Was I really going to do this? Well, if I was to be damnd, then I was going to make it worthwhile. I grabbed at her loose hair, gave it a ruff tug, and forced my mouth over her's. 

She tried to pull her face away, but I forced it back. I broke away from the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. I couldn't believe what I was doing, and neither could she. Her look confused me; was it shock, venom, fright, all three? More? 

I didn't linger on the moment. I climbed over her as she kicked out, and stopped between her legs. My swollen bulge clumsily rubbing against the inside of her thigh. I barley noticed the bruise she have me on my shoulder.

"Stop it, get the fuck off me you fucking bastad, get off me!"

I'd had enough of her screaming and pinned her down with my body, bringing my hand over her mouth to quieten her down. Eventually the struggling stopped, I relaxed my hand.

"Please, don't do this" She pleaded softly, a new approach. 

She continued "I won't tell anybody about the kiss, we can forget all this ever happened".

I should have felt pity. I should have stopped, repulsed with myself. This was the time to stop; it wasn't too late after all... Instead, giddy with the excitement of having power, and spurred on for the need to sate my sexual urges, I decided otherwise. 

I kneeled up between her legs, her hips raised over my lap so our crotches rubbed together. 

"We're friends," She sobbed. "Why are you doing this?"

I ignored her, grasping the bottom of her vest. I tugged it up her body, over her chest and over her head. I left it there, covering her face from the mouth up, hiding those wet emerald eyes. Her lower lip shuddered, her hips twisted, her pelvis rubbing mine, giving me a thrill, teasing me.

"Open your mouth." I ordered.

To my surprise she did, and without question... 

Knowing Her Ch. 02



I put the tip of a finger inside, between the gum and the inside lip. Then I slid it round, making sure it was good and wet. Whilst I did so I stared at her heaving chest. I slipped my finger from her lips and traced it lightly down her chin and neck to the exposed skin of her left breast. My finger met the fabric of her black bra, then slid under. It found her slightly raised nipple. Taz let out a gasp. With my free hand I pulled down the silky cup and admired her prefect breasts. With my wet finger I pressed the nipple down, feeling it harden. Then I held it between my finger and thumb and squeezed it gently, feeling it harden. Then I pinched it, hard. Taz bit her lower lip.

Perhaps she was not as dead set against my advances as I'd previously thought? 

I could barely contain myself; I pulled the whole bra down her body, leaving it loose around her hips. With one hand under her back I pulling her body up to meet my lowered head. I rolled the nipple round my moist lips before taking it inside my mouth. I licked it with my tung and then gave it a hard suck, sure I could feel it growing. Meanwhile, with my other free hand I ran my finger nails down her body, making her writhe, leaving long white scratches. Her mouth parted, as if to scream, but no sound came out. She only gasped. 

I released her from my mouth and dropped her back to the bed. She worked her face free from under the vest and stared at me with those sad pathetic eyes. I reached out with both hands and gave each sensitive risen nipple a pinch and pulled on them. Taz gritted her teeth in pain; I was tugging hard. They were now both very long and hard between my fingertips. Taz begun to cry.

I had always been a breast man, and had a thing for nipples especially. Taz's were swollen and hard, but I fancied I could make them longer. I reached for the still chilled beer can and bought it down on her right nipple. Taz's sobbing was louder now, and she contorted her body to escape the cold I inflicted. Again, she rubbed her crotch over my stiff cock. I nearly came. To my pleasure the bud tightened and the duct stretched out. I put the beer on the other nipple next, till I was satisfied with it's size.

God her breasts were fine, all this nipple play was getting me even harder. I knew I couldn't last much longer, I had to act fast.

Desperately I unclasped the button of her jeans. Taz finally became vocal in her protests.

"Don't! Stop! Not this! Please... Don't..."

Rape. The word suddenly flashed up in my mind. Was that what this was? Rape. I had always had a zero tolerance for rape, the practice of cowards, of scum. I couldn't be that. I wouldn't. Instead I would make her want me...

I climbed to the side of the bed and pulled down her jeans. Taz was no longer kicking but instead she tried to curl into a prone position, which made undressing her difficult but less painful. I managed. 

Her underware was black too, but not silky or sexy, they were cute and figure hugging, covered with tiny pink hearts. I forced myself between her legs again, and bent between them. I rubbed her slit up and down through the fabric with my thumb, hard, parting the meat, finding the nub, pushing in. She no longer protested. The fight had all but left her. Soon I could feel the fabric becoming wet, and I decided to take things a stage further. I tugged her underwear to the side.

"This is wrong, please..." she moaned.

"I know you want this." I said flatly, probably trying to convince myself as much as her.

The first thing that I noticed was her pussy, all shaven and neat. What a turn on, much nicer than my Ex's pussy, which she never trimmed; I always dreaded having to go down on her. This on the other hand would be a pleasure, but first I wanted to play with it. Who said you shouldn't play with you food?

I rubbed the beer can against her hot cunt. Again, another silent scream, all her muscles tightened. She tried to bring her thighs together, but my body kept them apart. I slid it over her, up and down, twisting it round. God her wet slit looked so great, deep pink, bald, glistnening and open... Very open.

I used one hand to part Taz's hot, red skin, exposing the inside. I raised the flesh up, revealing the pale clit hidden there. I licked it gently with the tip of my tung, gently tapping on it, then long wet strokes across the whole slit. I then suddenly thrust my face forward, covering her pussy with my open mouth and pushing my tung deep into her, lapping the inside of her greedily. She lurched forward, pulling hard on the handcuffs that kept her bound. I loved her sweet taste, and the heat on my face.

"Please..." Taz continued.

My hands reached up and over her body, coming to rest on her breasts. This time I was gentle, placing my palms over her rigid nipples. I spread my hands over her, softly caressing and squeezing, pushing the smooth mounds of her chest together.

"Please..." She moaned again; "Fuck me..."

Fuck me? Had I hear her right? Now I was the surprised one. Had the power shifted?

"What?" I mumbled.

"I said fuck me! Fuck me now, fuck me hard!"

"Is that really what you want?" I asked coldly

"Yes" came the breathy reply.

Her lips quivered.

"Cleaver bitch" I thought. "Trying to take control, making me think this is what she wants, she just wants the power back!"

For what felt like a long time we stared into each other's eyes, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to gage our 'opponent'; Is that what this was? A competition? A game? Another of our mind games?

Previously I'd wanted her to want me, I wanted her submission, to know that she wanted me insider her. Yet now, it just seemed a contrived coincidence; a power play, a lie...

Whatever 'this' was, it was far from over. I was going to have her, but it would be my way, not her's...

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This is all that I have written of the story so far. I know exactly where it will lead, but first I would like to have some feedback. Please leave a comment, whatever your thoughts may be. Thanks for reading.



Knowing Her Ch. 03



I raised my head away from her damp thighs and looked her in the eyes, those emerald eyes. They were wide and bright, glistening through the crystal beads of tears. Her lips were parted and quivering, her breathing deep. 

Tamsin spoke again; calmer, more deliberate.

"Fuck me Michael."

My name... as if drenched with a bucket of cold water, the emotional impact of the moment washed over me. I froze.

"Michael?"

But there she was, near naked, wet and trembling with anticipation like me. I felt my hard length pulsing inside the tight denim around my loins.

I unzipped my jeans and slowly reached inside, all the time my eyes locked with hers. My hand slid through the fly hole of my boxer shorts, popping open the loose buttons, my fingers feeling the hot meat of my erection. The giddy thrill of contact rushed up my spine. Taz broke her gaze from mine to stare downward. My hand withdrew from my jeans, revealing my hard shaft, already swollen and wet at the tip. I felt strangely exposed as I caught the involuntary widening of her pupils... It reminded me of my first time.

I peeled out of my white shirt, leaned down and slid my body up against her. Taz widened her thighs, as if inviting me into the space there.

My tip met the wet warmth between her legs and she gasped. My hand reached down between us and grabbed the base of my erection. Holding aside her underwear I slid it against the opening of her opening, against the swollen pink clit, before sliding it between her parted lips. I moved my hand and lurched forward. I was inside her. She was well greased but still a tight fit around me, the sensation of that pressure, that wet heat, was electrifying. I could feel myself filling up the inside of her.

Leaning up on my elbows, my hands found their way under her head, clenching her messy hair. I leaned my head towards her, our lips almost touching-

I heard the car pulling up outside.

My felt my heart almost burst inside my chest. Fighting against my every instinct, my every need, I pulled out of her and zipped my jeans. I reached to the edge of the bed and put my shirt back on.

Taz looked around the room, alarmed, eyes wide in panic and confusion. I knew I had to dress her, and fast, before our friends came into the house. I reached for her jeans, forcing them over her feet. She raised her pelvis to accommodate me heaving them back to her waist. 

Keys pushed into the lock of the front door, people laughing from outside.

I pulled the bra roughly up Taz's body with one hand, covering her pert and still sensitized breasts, and pulled her vest top back down with the other hand.

The door swung in. I could make the voices out clearly now; Stuart (who had been driving), Chris (Taz's boyfriend) and Lynn.

I wiped the tears from Taz's face with my thumbs and whispered to her, barely containing my fear. A fear that what I had done would be revealed.

" What now?" She rolled her head to the side, away from my gaze, as if shamed.

"Nothing. This never happened."

Relieved, but still anxious, I got up from the bed and walked down the stairs to meet my oblivious friends, Leaving Taz still cuffed to the bed. In the doorway I hesitated. Was she crying behind me? I continued out, unable to look back.

As I rounded the crooked middle of the stairs I saw my friends coming through the door; Lynn was leaning her slight figure against the door to hold it open, ciggerette in one hand and a bottle in the other, thick rimmed glasses half way down her nose. Chris stepped inside with a box of alcohol under each of his large body builder's arms. Next in was Stuart, still in his suit from where he had come to the party straight from the office last night, his collar opened and tie pulled loose. Lynn closed the door behind them and locked it... My heart sunk... Where was Kat, Taz's housemate? 

I staged down the stairs, head beginning to sway. The world was spinning, my heart pounding, my stomach tightening.

"Mike, you OK? You don't look so good." Said Chris.

The three of them looked up at me with concern. I just stood there dumbstruck for what felt like an eternity. I heard footsteps on the hallway behind me, from above. I turned to see Kat, who must have been here in the house the whole time. Oh Christ.

She spoke.

"After what he drunk last night I'm surprised he's still standing, let alone capable of anything else".

She smiled sweetly, but as her glance turned to mine I thought I saw her expression shift. The butter-wouldn't-melt sweetness facade slipped, and for only a second, I saw the knowing grin. Fuck. She knew everything. Things were going to get complicated.

"Is Taz still locked to the bed?" asked Lynn.

"You bet" replied Kat.

"Don't you get any ideas, Chris" smiled Stuart.

Everybody started laughing and going about their business, except me. I was still rooted to the stairs, deathly quiet, and I can only imagine, deathly pale. Kat came down towards me, and gently brushed past. She paused at the bottom and turned to face me again. She swept the long raven black hair from her face and smiled as she flung the tiny item at me. The small key hit me on the chest and fell to the step below.

"Why don't you go and release Taz like a good boy... I'm sure she's suffered enough by now."

With that she turned and followed the others into the kitchen. I could hear them all still laughing. I turned and walked back to Taz's room, dreading what would happen next. Kat held all the cards now, the next move was hers. She had been inside the house the whole time while I... Teased? Fucked? Raped?... Taz. The bitch knew what was happening- she knew I was forcing myself on her friend, and she stood by and did nothing! What the hell was going on? I needed answers...

I entered taz's room and made my way over to the bed.

"The keys?"

"Kat was in the house! The whole time! She knows!"

I tried to speak quietly, but panic had a hold of me. I spoke the words louder than I intended.

"I know, I heard."

Taz seemed remarkably calm, given the circumstances. She continued.

"Get me off the bed, we can't do anything yet."

I released Taz from the cuffs. She sat up, rubbing her wrists. They were cut; a small amount of blood had stained the sheets. The sight of it filled me with guilt, tightening my gut further. I tasted sick at the back of my throat. She sprang off the bed and straightened her clothing. She breathed in deeply and rubbed the last remaining tears from her eyes.

"Come on, we better get down stairs."

With that she strode to the door while I was still sitting on the bed. She hesitated in the doorway, and then left without looking back. I was alone in the room. I tried to gather my thoughts, but as I looked about the room, I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong... Different...

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Sorry for the long wait, I almost lost heart, but thanks to the positive feedback I've decided to pick this story back up. I realise this chapter is short and a little plain, but I hope you can all appreciate this is setting up a lot more steamy action to come! Expect more reluctance, manipulation, power games and blackmail! Thanks again for the support, and especially to 'Sand', you know who you are! 



Knowing Her Ch. 04



We sat in a wide circle on the lounge floor, Taz, Kat, Stuart, Chris, Lynn and I. The mood was pretty relaxed. By now we were "back into our cups", but the whole time I nervously anticipated a slip; that someone would mention the incident in the bedroom. Slip? No, if it was mentioned it would be no accidental slip; it would be intentional. Taz could have broken down into tears at any point by the looks of her, she could point the finger at me and the game would be up. Then there was Kat; what game was she playing?

Hours passed, uneventfully with TV, DVDs, cards, music, and of course, drink. It would have been fun if not for the shadow cast on the occasion by my earlier actions. A bunch of twenty-somethings just chilling out.

Night came quickly. Stuart had work the next day, so he ordered his taxi home. Chris insisted on staying with Taz in her room, although she had already made it very clear she was in no mood to entertain his sexual advances. I guess that made sense. Lynn had already lost consciousness some time earlier, and had crashed out on the couch where I had woken earlier. Bless her; she always did that, but this time she seemed even more wrecked than normal. 

Being the youngest of the group (still only 19, so not technically a twenty-something after all) we had adopted the role of protective older siblings. Her very long frizzy ginger hair collapsed over the back of the arm rest, her bookish glasses pushed up over her eyebrows. Her trademark baggy-jumper was twisted awkwardly as she had slept with her arms crossed over her chest under the garment, empty sleeves left hanging. The garish skirt that usually came to her ankles was heaved up to her knees, revealing her very pale legs and odd socks. Yeah, she was that kind of dizzy alternative chick who liked sociology books, old movies (which we often chatted about) and was just a little too timid for her own good. Sweet girl. Everybody liked Lynn.

That left me and Kat. This could be the time to get to the bottom of all this.

02:26am. Chris and Taz were upstairs, I could hear them bickering. Like I mentioned before, Lynn was totally wasted on the couch. I sat opposite Kat on the floor, pondering how to approach the situation. She sat there smiling at me, enjoying my discomfort. The lights were all off, only the muted television offered any illumination with its flickering blue screen. 

I wouldn't have described Kat as a Goth or Emo, certainly not in a musical sense, but she was definately, well? Dark? Her straight raven black hair fell either side of her face, down to her full chest. The slinky and silky black party dress she wore was a little gothic looking I guess, one strap off the shoulders. It was pulled up past her thighs as she sat cross legged on the floor. Unlike Taz, Kat was rarely ever seen without make up, a dark eye shadow and dark pink lipstick. She was pretty, if you fancied that sort of thing, her figure was more hour glass than Taz's; long neck, a full pair of breasts, slim waist and strong thighs. As a person, she was easy to get along with from what I could tell. In truth, I hadn't ever spent any alone time with her before now, but sitting there playfully awaiting my inquisition, she looked down right sinister... There was obviously more to Kat than met the eye.

"Why didn't you mention it?" I whispered.

"What was it like to have that control over another person? Did it make you feel powerful? Was it a turn on? Knowing that she couldn't stop you from doing whatever you wanted to her, to her body?"

I turned to check on Lynn before replying, she was still out cold. An earthquake probably wouldn't wake her.

"Look, it wasn't like that Kat, she wanted-"

"Oh, come on Michael, I know exactly what it was. Don't try and kid yourself."

The memory of it was stirring my loins; I felt myself hardening as I recalled taz's feeble attempts to stop my questing hands from roaming her body, from playing with her pert breasts. Her hips twisting in protest, rubbing against my crotch. I decided to cut to the chase.

"What do you want?"

"I was sleeping off my headache in my bedroom when I heard what was happening in Taz's room. I got up to check on things, and I watched you through the crack in the door. First off the bat I was concerned for my friend, then suddenly shocked that you would do such a thing, but as stood there and continued to watch in silence, watching you use her body, making her yours, hell; it made me sooo wet. I'd never been so fucking horney in all my life- I even wanted to join in!"

She laughed loudly, then went on.

"I want that feeling of control, power over another person; to know that whatever you want you can take."

"You want to force yourself on somebody?" I asked, baffled.

She giggled.

"No, no. There are many types of power Mikey. I don't need hand cuffs like you did to control someone. Don't you see? I have your dirty little secret. You're my bitch now. You are my very own plaything!"

Great.

"What do I have to do? Is it money you want?"

She ignored the question and rose to her feet. She made her way over to the couch where Lynn was sleeping. I followed her. We both looked down on the innocent youth.

"She's so pretty, don't you think?" Kat asked.

"Yeah, she is."

"Pull her top up."

"What?"

"Pull her top up. I've always been curious to know what she was hiding under there."

"Come on Kat, seriously?"

"Do it!" she smiled, as if this was some sort of innocent prank. 

"What, you lesbian or something?"

"Not sure, just curious I think. Come on, lets take a peek at the goods."

Fuck, she was a crazy bitch. Reluctantly I knelt beside Lynn and gently tugged at her thick jumper. It came up to her shoulders easily. Under the top she wore some type of flimsy whit vest that looked more like a night dress, with her thin arms folded together across her chest. The cold chill in the air bought her skin out in goose bumps but she did not stir.

"Umm, not bad. Way to go Lynny!" Kat jested.

"Satisfied?"

Kat looked down towards my groin. The bulge there was obvious; It was so sore, swollen from the pleasure it was denied earlier. Before I could respond Kat reached her hand, grabbed it firmly and tugged. The thrill ran through me.

"You're not I can see!"

I brushed her hand away.

"Get off me!"

"Sheesh, tetchy! I want you to satisfy yourself with sleeping beauty's body." 

Not this, not again...

"Fuck you, I won't do it!"

"Shame... If Chris found out about what you did to his precious girlfriend he'd fold you in half."

I was reasonably fit, but Chris was made of muscle. In a fight, I really wouldn't have a chance. He'd kill me, no two ways about it.

"This is Lynn for Christ's sake!" I spat, my voice raised in anger.

"Go on, enjoy yourself, I won't tell a soul."

I tried a new tact.

"I'd wake her up."

"I doubt it, I spiked her drink."

What the fuck! She had this whole thing planned? I shook with rage and the frustration of being impotent to stop this bitche's game.

"If you've harmed her I'll fucking kill you!"

"Oh come off it Mike, I'm not stupid. She'll be fine, her head will hurt but that's the size of it. This is really getting you nowhere; Lynn's out for the count and Romeo and Juliet upstairs have been drinking so much they'll be lucky to see any of tomorrow."

What choice did I have? I'm no martyr, better to be kicking than kicked, sorry Lynn. 

Kat continued.

"Let's see those tits."

I gently unfolded Lynn's arms and put them by her side. Her nipples rose in the cool air, easily visible through the thin fabric of her vest. My erection fought against my jeans stronger than ever, I hated myself for it. Admittedly I had done similar to Taz, but it was different; I lusted after her and she was awake, willing to a degree (I told myself). Lynn was asleep and she was almost like my sister. The conflict was still on going in my mind as my body moved with a will all of it's own. My hand reached out for a tender breast, my fingers gently squeezing the tiny cup, my thump rubbing against the stiff duct.

"Nice. Very nice."

Kat reached across for the other breast, pulling the vest down to expose it fully. She ran a long painted finger nail around the sensitive bud and then across the risen nipple. She gave it a little pinch.

"You'll wake her!" 

"Trust me, there's no way we're waking this chick tonight!"

With that she lent down and put her face to Lynn's naked chest. I could only see the back of her head but she was close enough to lick or suck. 

"Tender, have a taste." She instructed.

I got down onto my knees and watched. Kat made eye contact with me and kept her glance there while she teasingly placed her tung on the underside of the uncovered breast. Gently and slowly she slid her tung across the pale flesh and to the nipple, where she circled. Her tung left a glistening trail of saliver. I could barely contain my urge to fuck Lynn there and then, Kat was turning me on and she knew it. Then she started gently flicking the chilled nipple with the tip of her tung before putting her seductive lips around it for a hard suck. After a moment she straightened up again.

"Fuck the hell out'a her! I wann'a watch!"

I wanted to get this over with. I heaved the skirt up to Lynn's waist, revealing white cotten panties. I slid them down her slender legs and left them hanging from an ankle. Lynn's cunt was trimmed but not bald, a small strip of hair was left abuve the clit. It looked so appertising. Without thinking I slid a finger inside. The hole was already wet. 

Kat had sat herself on one of the leather chairs and spread her legs over each arm rest, her tight black dress forced up to her waist. I could just about make out the sheer underware in the dim light. Kat's lips were pursed, her eyes taking in the scene before her. She looked unfocused, almost drunk. I wondered what was turning her on most? Me violating our sleeping friend, or, the fact that she was totally accountable for the events? She had the power. I may have been fucking Lynn, but Kat was fucking me. 

I positioned myself at one end of the couch and pulled the limp body closer to my groin by the hips. I pulled the loose legs high and rested them on either shoulder. With one hand I held her hips close to my own and with the other hand I reached for her one exposed breast. I had unzipped and pulled out my pulsating shaft, soaked in pre-com. Then I hesitated. This was Lynn! Little, sensitive, shy, kooky (and possibly virginal) Lynn; my friend...

I looked over to Kat. Her hands had come to rest between her thighs. Although I could make out no details I could guess what she was doing by the flexing of her fingers and the movement of her wrists. She licked her lips greedily as she watched me, breathing heavilly.

I couldn't do it- I wouldn't do it! I zipped myself up and quickly pulled up Lynns underware. Kat stopped playing with herself immediately and sat up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She shrieked quietly, frustrated that play-time had ended.

To hell with the consequences I thought as I scooped up the sleeping girl. I rushed to the downstairs toilet and lowered Lynn into the bath tub.

"What the fuck Mike?" Kat had followed me.

"Shut up!" was my reply.

I turned on the cold shower tap. Lynn begun to stirr. Slowly she began to come round, her groggy eyes widening. Then she spoke.

"Shit! Christ! That's freezing! What the hell? What are you doing Mike?" she asked.

"Yeah, what are you doing?" added Kat.

Saving you from sexual abiuse probably wouldn't have been the best answer, so I lied.

"You started choking and I couldn't wake you up... Sorry, seemed like the best thing to do."

Kat glared daggers at me. I knew this wasn't over, not by a long shot. I'd called her bluff, how was she going to take it? 

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Knowing Her Ch. 05



The commotion had stirred Chris and Taz from their slumber and they joined us in the downstairs bath room. I reiterated on my subterfuge; Chris and Lynn seemed convinced, but I know Taz could see through my ruse. 

All the while I expected Kat to talk, but instead she played along. It became clear that, at least for now, I was safe. The more I considered the options it became clear that Kat couldn't very well reveal her "big secret" without herself looking guilty of having hidden it all this time. However, by the glint in her eyes, the malice from her defeat, that her revenge was inevitable.

After lynn had dried off and borrowed one of Taz's dressing gowns and a blanket for the night, Kat made a hasty (and sulky) retreat to her bedroom, shortly followed by Chris and Taz. I was left alone with Lynn in the lounge once more. 

Lynn curled back up onto the sofa under the blanket. In her sweet tired and drunk slurr she whispered to me.

"We're all so lucky to have a friend like you Michael, you're always looking out for us. You've always been one of my favourites."

I smiled back at her and gently stroked her damp hair. Lynn continued.

"No, no, I mean it Mike, really. For all your big talk you have a big heart, I know. Tamsin does too; she knows how much you care. She cares about you so much."

I was left speechless, and sad.

Lynn's eyes closed and she slipped into a deep sleep. After a while of watching her I decided to leave the house. Sure, it was very early in the morning, and I lived a fair few miles away, but I had plenty to think about and a hang over to walk off. I let myself out without ceremony, locked the door with Taz's key and posted it back through the letter box. It was freezing cold outside, my breath turning to cloudy vapour, but my battered brown leather jacket kept out most of the chill.

That was the last time for a long while we were all at the same place at the same time. Stuart got a promotion at the telesales centre and had to put in extra hours. Lynn had thrown herself into her degree. Tamsin became semi-reclusive, choosing to spend her time indoors. This put a strain on her relationship with Chris, who complained about a lack of sex. I later learnt from him that she was looking for her own place away (no doubt trying to distance herself from mad-bitch Kat). All the while I struggled to make ends meet as a freelance artist and illustrator.

Taz was ignoring all of my calls, and I was ignoring all of Kat's. The events of that party were never far from my mind. A mix of guilt for the damage I had done to Chris' relationship and the abuse done to Lynn, lust for the stunning Taz, fantasies of control and domination and of naked helpless bodies, anxiety that everything was left unresolved, and dread for the future, Kat's retaliation. 

Isn't life simple?

3 weeks later and Chris' birthday had crept up from nowhere. For the record, we all live in a small town on the coast. That's fine for quieter night spots, but for the big nights out one needs to make an hours drive to the nearest city. Chris' birthday was one such occasion. One and all from the party (and at least twenty other people I can't be bothered to elaborate on; a combination of Chris' friends, family and workmates) were invited out to celebrate Chris reaching the grand old age of 27 at the cities liveliest and loudest nightclub. I was tempted to blow it off after I heard Kat was in attendance, but so to was Taz. I decided to run the risk of meeting the first in the hope of being able to see the other. I needed closure. 

The night of the party arrived. I put in an effort; my favourite black collard shirt, undone at the neck and rolled up at the sleeves. My lengthy dark brown hair turned into a spiky mess. Worn dark blue boot-cut jeans and a white belt. I had to admit, I thought that I looked pretty good. Stuart had agreed to drive me that night in his new sports car (lucky bastard was on a pretty good salary), and was due to pick me up at 8pm. 

I waited in my lounge, fidgeting, both eager and nervous of the night to come. The clock reached 8:15, then 8:30. Eventually, at 8:40, I heard my ride pull up outside; the headlights poured through the drawn blinds. I stuck my trainers on and swung the front door outward, only to find myself staring at a car that wasn't Stuarts. This was Kat's car. She sat alone inside, smiling at me, the way a cat might smile to a mouse while holding it down by one paw.

The window rolled down.

"Stuart's gonn'a be late tonight sweetie pie, I'm your ride!"

Shit.

I decided to take my chances and stepped into the car. I sat in the passenger seat beside Kat. It seemed she too had made the effort with her appearance. Her usually straight hair had been waved and was now full of body. She wore a frilly edged black corset that was split at the front down to the waste, held together with criss-crossing cords, designed to accentuate her already ample breasts. The skirt was also black, and short. It barely covered any leg whatsoever, and was worn with black suspenders. In short, she had an obvious "slutty" appeal.

"Mmm, get you, you look gorgeous tonight!" She spoke.

I ignored the comment as she pulled away from my house. The journey would take us at least an hour to reach the city, and then there was the problem of parking. I would be stuck here with Kat the whole while. I suspected I may have made a mistake. 

The conversation was one sided as Kat continued to make small talk about this (as if nothing had ever happened) and that while I kept my replies short. Then the subject suddenly changed.

"I've been thinking about that night, the party..."

She knew she had my attention as she continued.

"You see, I believe your behaviour that night was entirely understandable, at a primal level that is."

Oh, really? I added silently in my mind.

"In the animal kingdom, the male will search out the most attractive female; as they provide the better genes for reproduction .Obvious, right? But the female has her eye on the future, she knows that only the strongest male will be able to provide for her and the future offspring, so she needs to test the male's metal. The female fights the male off with all her strength and ferocity until she is forced to succumb to the act of coupling. This ensures that the male was stronger than herself and thus putting her in a better position to survive, now that she is technically 'owned'. Therefore, I believe, deep down, that every female secretly fantasies about being taken without permission- its part of her basic instinct to ensure she finds the best possible mate. That's why us girls love being tied up, blindfolded; were programmed to be submissive! See, doesn't that make sense?"

"I think you rule out circumstance and individual psychology. I mean, you can't be serious? Every woman secretly wants to be raped? Come on!"

As much as I believed Kat was well and truly off-her-rocker, she had an interesting (if controversial) point.

"Society has softened us. We were never born to follow all the laws we have now, we were born to follow our primal instincts. "Only the strong survive" and all that shit. Look, I'm not saying women want to be raped or enjoy it, just that on a basic level its natural. I'm sure this instinct, diluted by the passage of time and the rules of society, has evolved into what we do now; women nag and argue and generally try to dominate their partners, testing the boundaries, secretly trying to encourage them to push back; to be a real man and a better mate."

"Perhaps." I conceded.

"I'll prove it."

"How?"

"You already know that since the party Taz and Chris' relationship has taken a nose dive."

"Yeah..."

Kat widened her legs, revealing her thighs as she got comfortable in the drivers seat, the clammy leather sticking to her skin. She went on.

"That's because in her eyes, after you forced yourself onto her, you proved yourself to be the better mate. We all know how feisty Taz is, and you made her your bitch! Rock on! I mean, to compare you to Chris, no offence, but he'd turn you inside fucking out in a fair scrap, but Taz had him well and truly under the thumb; that's not what a girl wants."

"Get to the point."

"Well, I want to make a bet with you... Anything you like, if you make a move on Taz tonight she gives in to your advances."

"That she willingly gives herself over?"

"I expect a little amount of protest, but not much. How about it? Player?"

The proposition intrigued me, but I wanted to find out more.

"What if I loose? Aside from the bet, if it all went wrong I mean, she could go running to Chris, and like you said, he'd kill me."

"Taz is clearly going to be drinking tonight. As long as you stay sober, who do you think Chris is likely to believe? His close friend or the girl who's been giving him a hard time and has had too much to drink? I'll stand up for you, just as Lynn will. All you need do is stay more sober than Taz."

I was uncomfortable with that plan, but I figured if Taz had said nothing yet she was unlikely to in the future, even if I did make another pass at her. If she protested too much I could always stop, right?

"How would I get her alone, surely Chris is going to want her with him on his birthday?"

"You leave that to me babe, I have my ways."

I'm sure she did.

"Alright. What if I lose the bet?"

"Well, you do exactly as I want for three weeks."

That was it? How was she going to hold me to that anyway?

"If I win?" I continued.

"You choose."

"How do I know you keep your word?"

"How do I know you will?"

"If Taz rejects me I win, and you never bring up tonight or that night at the party ever again, to either me or taz or anyone!"

"That's all?" She said, biting her lower lip seductively.

"That's all I want from you."

Kat looked almost hurt, like a disiplined child.

"Fine then. And if Taz is all over you like a rash by the end of the night, I win and you're my toy for three weeks. We have a deal?"

"Deal."

I knew the possibility that everything would go disastrously wrong was high, but some secret part of me was thrilled by the risk. The urge to turn my fantasies of late into a reality, to make Taz my own again and to finish what was started, was too great to resist; I was a willing slave to the lust that burned deep inside. So what if I couldn't trust the femme fatal beside me? In the end, this wasn't about her, it was about me and Taz. So what if Chris ended up single? He had a chance to make things work and failed.

Tonight was about to get interesting.



Knowing Her Ch. 06



The nightclub was busy, even for a Friday night. From the street outside the dance music could be heard loudly and a small queue had formed by the entrance, mostly scantly clad girls who were already drunk. Kat started excitedly jumping up and down on the spot. I couldn't help but notice her breasts jiggling inside the tight corset. Now that she was outside of the car I could see under her long hair; two black angel wing tattoos over each shoulder blade. I'd never been aware of the tattoos before now, but it didn't really surprise me.

I felt as if I was on the peak of a rollercoaster, waiting for the first plunge. After a few moments we were inside the club, shoulder to shoulder with the bustling masses of dancers, drinkers and revellers.

We made our way to the second floor, a balcony creation that overlooked the packed dance floor below, and home to a quieter bar. Kat spotted Chris' birthday group at one of the tables and made her way over, I followed. Chris was chatting and laughing with a bunch of guys I didn't recognise. As we neared I spotted Taz at the bar waiting to order a drink; She looked stunning. 

Through the darkness and strobe lights I could see the slinky white dress (with a subtle pink floural decoration) was very tight around the body, clinging to her slender frame, but loose around the thighs with a split down one side, the edge falling to just below her knees. The neck line cut across her chest, held in place by two thin straps over each shoulder. Gone was the usual silver pendant; around her long neck she wore a loose cord decorated in rustic beads. Her hair had been styled differently too; now it had blond highlights, was cut shorter and loosely slicked back into what I uneducatedly refer to as a "sexy mess". 

As if she could feel my presence she turned her head and met my roaming gaze. Her lips were parted, an inviting shade of hot pink, and the dark eye shadow bought out those sparkling emerald pupils. Then she turned away.

I made a stop off at Chris' table, gave him a manly hug and gave him a Birthday congratulations. Kat came between us and draped her hands around Chris' shoulders, her arms pushing her fleshy tits even closer together. Chris' eyes looked her up and down, taking in her hour glass form in all it's glory, lingering on her heaving cleavage. 

"Happy birthday big guy, I'm your present! Think you can handle little me?" Kat smiled.

Chris picked her up and spun her round before sitting her on his knee. The other guys laughed as they undressed Kat with their eyes. Laughter broke out again. With the crowd distracted I made my way over to Taz.

My heart pounded hard as I neared her. I turned to look back, Kat who eagerly urged me on as Chris chatted to his mates. I stood next to her at the bar.

"Taz." I said loudly over the pounding bass.

She turned to look at me. Christ, she was sexy.

"What do you want Michael?" came her cold reply.

"You've not been returning my calls."

She put her face up to my ear to speak more privately.

"I tend to avoid all the men who rape me."

"It was more than!"

"I don't have time for this, it's Chris' birthday. Just leave it, OK?"

"No, not good enough. I have to know where I stand. Something happened between us and you know it!"

She took a step back.

"Please Mike, drop it."

With that she walked away. Maybe I was going to win my bet after all? I looked over at Kat, who motioned her hand in the universal sign language for "drink"; Taz had left the bar without ordering her drink. Maybe the game was still on? One of Chris' mates slapped Taz's backside. I think I noticed a hint of satisfatction in Kat's frown.

After ten minutes the barman got round to me. I ordered a whisky and a colourful cocktail for Taz. The perfect excuse to get close to her again.

I found Taz alone, leaning against the rails watching the dance floor. I leant on the rail beside her with my back so we were facing opposite directions.

"You left without your drink."

I passed it to her and she gave a faint smile.

"Thanks."

"I hear you're moving out. Want to talk about it?"

"I just feel like I need my own space right now. The thought of staying with Kat has somehow lost its appeal."

"Has she said anything about that night to you?"

"Zilch."

I hadn't known what I expected but that came as a relief. I saw no point with beating round the bush, I thought it best to just come out and say what I was thinking.

"I've wanted you for ages, Tamsin. I just couldn't fight against it any more. You were helpless, I was a little drunk. Just bad timing, but I don't regret what happened. You shouldn't be with Chris, you should be with me. I'm sure you feel the same way."

She turned to face me, I turned to face her.

"Michael..." She began, until Lynn cut her off.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late. You both OK?"

"Just fine Lynn, just fine" Said Taz.

"Here's some cash, get yourself a drink, I'll have another whisky." I put the money in Lynns hand and gave her a kiss on top of the head. She hugged taz and left for the bar.

"Can we finish this in private?" asked Taz.

"I need to sort this out now." I replied.

"Can we talk outside?"

I nodded in agreement. 

Exiting the floor by the staircase I looked back at the party group to see if our exit would be noticed. Chris was to busy laughing with his friends, while others were enjoying Kat's slutty antics. She spun and twisted provacatively, enjoying the attention; enjoying the drunk hands that groped for her naked flesh, enjoying the fact that present girlfriends were glairing daggers at her. If she wasn't careful she could end up in serious danger; attacked by a gang of furious girls or raped by a pack of horney men... 

Then again, she might enjoy that?

*

I hope you're all enjoying the story so far? I realise we have had a few slow chapters but this is where things get hardcore. The end of this story is fast approaching and the action is pretty non stop from here in. Before the end expect plenty of action!



Knowing Her Ch. 07



The winter night air was cold as we both walked in silence through the river front. I had lent Taz my jacket to help keep her warm as she had no coat of her own, and tried, as men do, to ignore the chill. Outside the night club had been crowded, so we had ventured a little further for our discussion, following the river that ran behind the club; away from the buzzing night life and towards the quiet calm of the private moorings, which were mostly deserted at this time of year. The path ran alongside the road, forking off down a flight of steps to the tree lined river edge itself. 

It was here, set back from the road, that the first words were spoken. 

"I'm breaking up with Chris," She said.

I can't say I was surprised from what I'd seen and heard, and I felt my resolve strengthen. "Why?" I asked.

"I've just been seeing things a little differently. I guess things haven't been right for a while. I was just putting it off maybe? I don't know really. It's just not what I want right now."

I considered this for a moment before venturing a response.

"So what do you want?"

She shook her head gently from side to side and glanced down towards her feet. My God, she was beautiful; her face fully lit by one of the overhead lamps. She looked back up into my eyes to reply. "I don't know Mike, I really don't."

She looked away again and hung her head, almost embarrassed or ashamed. It literally took my breath away. Suddenly the fire, the angst, all the dark desires I had towards her were quashed. I'm not normally a quote/unquote romantic person; perhaps it was the serene surroundings, or the moonlight's reflection on the still waters, but the lust I felt had been replaced by deeper and more confusing feelings. I had always cared for Taz a great deal, she was a friend after all; but this was somehow more meaningful. My thoughts had turned from sex to a desire to help. I must have been thinking in silence for some time as Taz interrupted my thoughts.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, fine. I'm fine," I managed.

She stopped walking and turned to face me. I looked into those beautiful bright eyes and she took a step towards me and put her face to mine. Her lips were almost touching mine as she spoke again. 

"Where does this leave us?"

I tried to speak, to find the words to say, but I honestly couldn't think of what to say. Her eyes were glazed, and I could see her haunted sadness. 

"I'm so confused, I don't know what's right and wrong anymore. All I know is I want you to take me."

With that she pushed her alluring lips onto my own. Our jaws moved open and our tongues rolled together, passing into each other. Her hands were on my back, pulling me close, her hips pushing against me. My hands hesitated before resting on her waist. I felt strangely coy.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," came the breathy reply, almost pleading. A tear run down her cheek.

She was fierce, hands scrabbling at my back and finding their way under my shirt, her left leg rising up my side. My hands came up grasped her firm butt and hoisted her pelvis to mine, her legs folded behind me. The fire inside returned as I felt her nails claw my shoulder blades. I could feel myself growing, pumping, throbbing; rubbing against the warmth between her thighs. I needed to finish what was started all that time ago. Nothing would stop me this time. 

I turned and pressed her hard against a tree, sheltering us from the road above, my jacket falling from her shoulders with one of her shoes. She bit my lower lip hard and pulled her face from mine to look me in my eyes, breathing hard. Her mouth hung open as she licked her lips. I lowered her back onto the ground and knelt down in front of her, all the while keeping eye contact. I took her left leg and hooked it over my right shoulder, causing her tight dress to rise up. I nuzzled into the side of her exposed thigh, leaving glistening saliva from my moist kisses. Taz let out a small gasp. 

"Oh God, yes, that's right! Fuck!" she managed.

My right hand found the small side strap of her underwear on the outside of her right leg. I closed my fingers around it and ripped it from her body, causing her to sway. The small moan was one of both shock and pain, which only heightened the dangerous energy between us.

Without hesitation I took her other leg onto my free shoulder, supporting all her weight, leaning her back against the tree for balance. Her legs were tight around my head, the smell of her sex strong as I opened my mouth around her soaked lips. My tongue licked the folds of moist skin in long wide strokes before the tip found the swollen point that made her squirm. As my mouth worked on her cunt, she groaned loudly in fulfillment with her fingers running through my hair, clenching in elation.

After a while I stood up and locked lips once more. By now she had become almost frenzied. Her hands found my belt and worked fast to open my jeans. My hands were heaving her dress higher past her waist. 

"Fuck me, Mike!"

"I will!"

"Quickly!"

"Shut up!"

As one hand unfastened and unzipped my jeans, the other hand slid into my underwear and grasped me firmly at the base of my shaft. Again I lifted her from beneath and lowered her onto my rigid manhood, and despite my bloated size I slipped inside easily.  

Taz bit into my neck to prevent her shriek. Her legs wrapped tight around me as I bounced her, thrusting my hips, gliding in and out of her in a fast cadence. Her back chafed against the tree as I drove deep. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Ooooh God, ahhh! Fuck!" She hollered through clenched teeth.

I risked moving my left hand from under her and was easily able to hold her weight with just my right arm, thanks to her light frame and the adrenalin surging through me. The free hand sought out her heaving breast, the finger tips feeling out the nipple hardened by the chilly air. I pulled the dress and bra cups down from her chest and tightly squeezed her naked mound. Her fingers clutched at my hair once more, hard. The sharp pain ran through my scalp and it spurred my rhythm to an even more rapid pace. I felt her internal muscles spasm and tighten around me as she swung her head back into the tree and screamed. I almost erupted inside her but managed to hold back at the last moment.

Grabbing Taz tightly, I swung her away from the tree and she let out a shriek of surprise as I brought her back down onto the discarded jacket. I was close to climax and needed time to contain the rush. I looked down at her from my raised position, propped up on my palms. Her face was streaked with tears, the mascara leaving washed out trails of black. Her arms lay on the ground above her head with wrists crossed delicately. Now docile, she began to pant. For a moment I was struck by the similarities of that occasion from nights previous, the pose was similar to that when I found her cuffed to the bed. She had cried then too.

But there were no handcuffs and I aimed to make use of the fact. I gently took her loose right hand in mine and bought it between us. I found her fingers and placed them on the swollen breach that enveloped my erect muscle. Her lips parted, a reaction of startled bliss, as I gently used her own fingers to caress the damp site. Her fingers began to explore without prompting, seeking out the tip that would bring her to the peak of pleasure, as well as occasionally stroking my own engorged base. Her movements quickened as she became more stimulated. My pelvis remained still. Occasionally in her excitement her nails scratched my exposed skin, but it only motivated me to use my own hands to explore her trembling form. 

Up on my right arm, I ran my fingers across her cheek and down the side of her neck. Taz was withering below me as my hands then traced the contours of her chest. I lightly placed my finger and thumb on either side of her standing nipple and stroked the duct. Taz shuddered, she was almost there. Just watching her like that was bringing me to the point of climax. I could feel it building up, like a wave gathering momentum before smashing on the rocks. 

I snatched her hand away at the point of her ecstasy and held her wrists above her in my own. I pressed them down hard to restrain them and Taz looked at me with silent understanding. I hooked her legs over my arms and thrust inward with my hips. With her legs up and spread before me I raised and dipped between them until I felt the release; the wave passing from my body. I felt her internal muscles judder once more and when her hands clenched and she bit her lower lip I knew that we had cum together.

We both remained still in the embrace as we tried to regain our breath, our composure, staring over each others shoulder, she into the night sky above and I at the ground below, confused and uncertain. Eventually I pulled out of her and we rearranged our clothing to look more presentable.

We sat by the tree, my arm round her shoulders, and stared out across the river.

"We should go back" Taz said finally.

"What about this?... Us?" She paused. "I don't know."

I had lost my bet, but thoughts of that and Kat were distant from my mind at that moment. As we walked back to the night club in silence, hand in hand, all I could consider was what lay in the cards for or me and Tamsin...

Little did I realize the steep price of my actions...



Knowing Her Ch. 08



Back inside the club Taz peeled away from me and stood by Chris. Kat had spotted our return and I noticed a flicker of sly satisfaction cross her face; she knew her bet was won. I spent most of the remaining night keeping to myself and chatting to Lynn (who left early), but through the darkness and flickering lights I would watch Taz and she watched me. 

The night finally came to an end at 2.00 a.m., and we gathered outside the exit amongst the other leaving patrons; a typical closing time scene of rowdy guys shouting and women walking barefoot with "fuck-me" shoes in hand. Taz left with Chris and his friends before I could say or do anything, although honestly I'm not sure what I wanted to do or say. She glanced back as they walked away, and suddenly, alone and helpless, I felt the cold bite of the winter night. I pulled my jacket tighter.

Kat was in conversation with 4 blokes I didn't recognize. Big guys, built like rugby players; a different group to the guys eyeing her up earlier. She slipped them her number and walked towards me smiling that sweet smile I'd come to dread.

"Home time!" she announced cheerfully.

We made our way to the multi-story car park where she had left her car. In the stairwell the conversation continued.

"So how did things go with little miss sunshine earlier?"

"We talked."

"I bet! Looks like you talked pretty hard."

She eyed the mud stain on my knee. Shit. I thought I'd cleaned it off, but here in the better light I could see different. 

Kat continued, "Looks like I win my bet, Romeo."

"No dice. I tried it on but I got shot down. I win," I lied.

"Huh! I wasn't born yesterday. You're a terrible liar Mike, and don't think I didn't notice the long and heartfelt glances you two were shooting each other all night after your mysterious departure. Face it. You're my toy."

I was tempted, for a fleeting moment, to push the bitch down the concrete stair case. I restrained myself.

"I'm telling you, nothing happened." I said resolutely.

I could see that she was becoming hostile, although she was trying her best not to show it. 

"Fucking bullshit!"

"It's the truth Kat."

"I know you two fucking got it on out there!"

"Nothing happened. I've got more reason to be upset than you, take my word for it."

"What about the mud on your fucking jeans then?"

"That doesn't mean a thing and you know it."

Kat looked at me blankly and sighed.

"If you say so. Fair enough, you win..."

And with that Kat turned and continued up the stairs. She said nothing more on the subject. In fact, I don't remember her saying much of anything at all for the drive home. But, as surprised as I was, I didn't buy into her acceptance. She was right, I was a terrible liar and I knew she'd be watching me closely. I'd have to be careful. She dropped me off at my door and I staged in, mentally exhausted, anxious and excited; a heady mix.

Four days passed before I heard from Taz again. I'd done my best to give her time and space to sort her head out, to let her make the first move. I was at work when I felt the vibration of the mobile phone in my pocket. The text was short and to the point; 'I've broken up with Chris. Please come round tonight, I need you. House is empty.'

I sent a reply. 'Ok. I'll be round later. Are you alright?'

Two hours later I received another text, this time from Chris: 'Hey mate, don't know if you have heard yet but me and Taz broke up today. I thought it might happen but I am still gutted that it has. I think she is seeing another guy.'

I sent Chris a reply, that I felt a little ashamed of, and I spent the rest of the day feeling guilty about it. 'Sorry to hear it. Don't know what to say. I know how much you liked her, but it looks as if you had been drifting apart for some time. I am sure she would not have cheated on you.' Then I received a reply from Taz: 'Yeah, I will be fine.'

Then another text from Chris: 'Fancy going for a drink with me tonight? I need to drown my sorrows.'

Again, my heart sank as I sent him a reply. 'I can't make tonight. What about tomorrow?'

I didn't hear anything else from Chris that day...

7:00 p.m. I pulled my car up outside Taz and Kat's house. Kat's car was absent from the driveway and I could see that only the upper hall light was on. I knocked and waited on the doorstep, suddenly feeling awed and unsure of what atmosphere would exist between us, unsure of what I should do or say. I swallowed hard and tried to look relaxed, I didn't want to look like a nervous wreck. After a few minutes the door opened and Taz let me inside.

She wore nothing except a silky deep pink night dress that, although loose, still gripped to her figure on the breasts and thighs. She closed the door, bolted it, then wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her head lay tilted against me beating chest. I held her close, and for a moment we just stayed like that. It was as if neither of us were sure of what we should do or say, these were far from normal circumstances. I guess all the trashy women's magazines were short on articles on 'how to greet your rapist on the first date'... Was this even a date?

She broke from our embrace and led me by my hand into the lounge. I followed her, able to admire her pert butt, its round shape distinct through the thin silk. The lounge was dark, lit only dimly by a tall lamp in the far corner, casting the room in a hazy orange hew. Taz raised a towel to her damp hair and ruffled. My guess was she had just gotten out of the shower or bath; her skin had the faint after glow caused by hot steam, her chest and cheeks flushed. She sat down and tucked her bare feet up under her legs as I took the seat beside to her. Taz took my hand in hers and looked out at me, from under the messy curls of damp hair that clung to her face, with those soft emerald eyes.

"I've been thinking a lot lately" she begun as she lent closer...

Our lips almost met and my heart thundered within my chest, growing faster with anticipation. Her eyes looked deep into mine and for the first time in this aftermath I found tenderness there; no confusion or anger, no despair. That sensation that had crept up inside me under the moonlight at the riverside enveloped me once more. Harmony. In that glorious moment between her growing nearer and that kiss I felt like I was finally home. Every muscle relaxed and it was as if I had been released from a heavy burden. A realization: I'd wanted this moment from when I had first met Tamsin.

Then we kissed.

The fire returned, but unlike the time at the river, the harmony remained. We stood, still kissing, our hands roaming. My fingers enjoyed the feel of the silk, and of Taz's shape beneath it. She moved her head slightly back to speak, a breathy whisper filled with longing.

"Come upstairs with me."

I nodded. She led me up the stairs, my hand in between both of hers. On the top hall way I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my jacket. 

Entering the bedroom, Taz had already started to unbutton my shirt. We fell onto the bed together, kissing. We rolled from side to side, our kisses growing more passionate and deeper. After reaching for the bedside lamp her hands slipped under the back of the open shirt and came to rest, one on my shoulder blade, the other on the small of my back, fingers reaching down under the waistline of my jeans. I rolled on top of her and pulled away from the kiss to look at her, my hands gently brushing the loose hair from her face. I didn't want the moment to stop. I would have had simple sex with her there and then, but to my surprise Taz had other plans...

She moved her hands from my back and reached under the pillow above her head. She produced the silver handcuffs.

My stomach tightened. Something in my gut told me this was wrong somehow. What was the reason for this? Was it simply that because our relationship had been built on dangerous foundations that sex would forever have a dark kink, or had that last time she was bound affected her more than I realized? The swelling between my thighs was large, I could feel myself pulsating without control, sapping away my ability to reason. The chain jingled as Taz drew the cuffs closer.

"Is this alright?" She asked hesitantly, the dim light lending her eyes a beautiful glimmer. "I promise I know where the keys are this time." She added, the left side of her mouth curving up into a shy half smile.

I could only nod.

She lifted her arms meekly. I cuffed one to her wrist, threaded the chain between the bed rails and then to the other wrist. Taz pulled against them gently. 

That air of serenity slipped away as lust became my driving purpose. I reached onto the floor and came up with one of Taz's winter scarves. Without waiting for consent I folded it over and wrapped it round her head, covering her eyes. She gasped. I smiled to myself. Then my phone vibrated inside my jacket pocket, I could hear its humming from the hall. Someone was calling.

"Leave it," Taz spoke softly, almost in a purr. 

My gut tightened again, and I felt compelled to answer. I left the bed and walked out onto the hall. Reaching into my jacket I found the phone. Kat was calling. I took the ringing phone downstairs, behind me I could hear Taz.

"Mike? Where are you going? Leave the phone, please come back."

She sounded helpless, and again I could feel my erection thumping. Downstairs in the kitchen I answered the call.

"What do you want Kat? I'm busy."

"I know you are."

Oh shit, I thought as she continued. "Your car is outside my house."

"Taz invited me over to talk."

"Oh, I know she did," came the smug reply. "I read the messages on her phone."

The game was up. She had me bang to rights.

"What do you want Kat?"

"I want you to let me in, for starters."

Then she hung up. My head started to spin, my mind begun to race with thoughts. What should I do? What could I do? What would Kat want? What would happen to Taz?" Without fully realizing, I had already made my way to the bolted front door. I could see her dark silhouette through the frosted glass pane. I raised my hand to the bolt, fingers lightly playing with the brass as I desperately, fruitlessly, tried to think my way out of the situation... 

I slid open the bolt...



Knowing Her Ch. 09



Kat stepped inside; I closed the door after her.

"Hardly gentlemanly to leave a lady out in the cold." She declared, slipping out of her full length black coat.

I had no idea where Kat had come from but she seemed a tad glammed up, even for an extroverted goth/emo chick. She wore a dark red corset; not a real corset but a faux styled top, with black frills and silver clasps up the front. Below the waist she wore a chequered mini skirt, and under that; torn fishnet tights and knee high leather boots. Her left wrist was wrapped in decorative straps, and the final item of her wardrobe was the small red hanky scarf round her neck, decorated in a stylised skull and crossbones.

"What are you doing here Kat?"

"Collecting on my part of the deal; you lost our bet and you owe me!"

I could see the relish in those black panda eyes.

We both heard Taz calling for me from upstairs, Kat smiled mischievously before continuing.

"However, I have been thinking on the details, and I've had a slight change of heart. If you let me have things go my way for this one night, then you and me are even; but it has to be on everything, no pussying out on me... pussy out on me and it's back to the three week plan... Do we have a deal, stud?"

"Mike?" Taz called again.

Kat looked at me in mock disapproval, "chained her up, again?"

Faster than the speed of my desperate thoughts, my arm moved of it's own accord. Instinct, fear, anger; a potent mix with adrenalin- I hit Kat hard across the face with an open palm. The wet slap echoed loudly in the hall, the impact turning her whole head sideways. She stumbled, going onto the back foot. She stood there, hand on the wall for support, head hanged low, face covered with the mess of her long dark hair. 

Then a chilling sound. 

At first I though it was a sobbing, but slowly I realised my mistake. A low guttural noise pitched somewhere between a wicked laugh and a giggle. I'd heard that same laugh before, when we had all been out drinking as a group of friends. I had been in the men's rest room using the urinal, and Kat, very drunk, had stumbled inside. She had stood there a moment, wide eyed and confused. Finally she put a hand to her mouth with the realisation she had entered the wrong toilet. Then, she had laughed. Not out of embarrassment, but because she had found the moment comical. Comical.

That was then, and this was now... She looked up at me, a hand sliding to her mouth as she tried to suppress the escaping laugh. I felt impotent.

"Michael! My, you are full of surprises; rape and assault. I never knew you had it in you, I'm impressed, really."

The bright pink mark I had left across her left cheek looked painful and I felt regret. I'd never till that moment hit a woman, and haven't since (outside of a little rough sex, all consensual), I never even intended too. Now I felt unclean and impotent.  

The reserves of my willpower and dignity were ebbing away, like sand through cupped hands. By this point I just wanted things to be over as quickly as possible.

"Fine! Just get on with whatever you're going to do."

"Game time!" she exclaimed in almost child like excitement.

Kat lead me to the stairs. I followed her quietly. Taz heard the footsteps as we came into her bedroom.

"what's going on?"

Kat glanced back at me and put her finger to her lips for mew to be quiet.

"Mike?" Taz uttered nervously.

Blindfolded and handcuffed, clad in nothing except a silk night dress, Taz couldn't have possibly been more vulnerable. I felt my stomach tighten like it had so often recently, and despite myself I was growing hard again. 

Kat's 'game' would be terrible. 

She quietly approached the bedside, gleefully enjoying the view of Taz's body. Kat's fingers touched the outside of Taz's naked leg and playfully slid the night dress across her thighs. Taz said nothing as Kat's fingers glided over the outside of the silk and across the side of her body, even though the delicate questing hand with it's long nails was obviously not my own. The fingers lingered on the breast, nails snaking there way up and over; nipple hardening behind the silk as they brushed past on either side. The fingers then stroked the side of Taz's neck as her face turned away, pulling the skin there tight. 

Suddenly Kate slapped Taz across the lower jaw with an open hand; Taz gasped and my own mouth fell open, shocked at the suddenness of the strike. Was this a retaliation, a direct result of the blow I had inflicted on her? I would never know for certain. Kat grasped her captive's mouth, bringing it back round and forcing the cheeks to pucker. 

"Hello Tamsin, babe." Kat whispered quietly, moving her face close to Taz's.

"Katharine?" came Taz's response, the nervous pitch thinly disguised behind bravado.

"I think the three of us are going to have fun tonight, you see; I have a little something in mind. It's dead kinky so you should fucking love it." Kat retorted.

"Get your fucking hand off me you crazy bitch, or I swear you'll regret it!"

That's my girl Taz, I thought; don't give that cunt the satisfaction.

"Sweet cheeks, you don't get a choice. Last time I checked you seemed to be all tied up." Kat jingled the chain to drive home her point. She continued.

"Besides, don't pretend this isn't getting you off. Don't go forgetting that I saw you two at the party that night. Who'd have thought; domineering and stubborn Tamsin secretly has a thing for being submissive? I saw it all from the doorway, Mike using your body. Well tonight we're gonn'a relive the old times! Only this time round is going to be a little different; this occasion Mike has to be the one watching from the doorway and I'll be the one having all the fun."

"I don't want another woman touching me like that; Least of all you! Mike, please stop her doing this to me!"

I wanted to, God knows that, but something in me hesitated. Kat turned to me, grinning.

"Don't expect Mikey over there to come galloping to your rescue, he's far from a white knight in shining amour. Remember this is the guy who raped you Taz, that's hardly heroic. His moral fiber is somewhat lacking."

"Please Mike, stop this." Taz pleaded.

"Save me Mikey, please, I'm so small and pathetic and I need my big strong man to come save me from the wicked witch! Boo hoo hoo!" Kat mocked in her best damsel-in-distress impression. 

"I'm sorry Taz. This will be over soon, be strong." I said through gritted teeth, my fists clenched. 

I felt like the world's biggest heel, and I probably was.

"Anyway, don't give me all that 'I'm not like that' crap, missy" Kat went on; "Remember when you walked in on me in the shower? I had the curtain drawn back, and you stood there with the door slightly open, you couldn't take your eyes off me."

"How?..."

"You thought I didn't know? Ha! I saw your reflection in the mirror, your eyes taking it all in. You were there for quite some time. I'll be honest, I enjoyed you watching, hell, I even went out of my way for you to see more of me. I know you're secretly curious, and honestly, who's never thought about it? Who's never wanted the forbidden? You wanted my hands to be your hands, roaming over my wet body, exploring a female form not your own. To know it intimately, to know how it is alike and unalike to your own; its firmness, its softness."

Kat leaned down over her prey, her smiling and full lips beside Taz's parted, quivering own.

"But, I guess I could be wrong?" Kat purred alluringly.

I wanted Taz to say no, to tell this crazy fuck to shove off, I wanted her to be strong and prove this know-it-all bitch wrong. Kat had been playing us from the start like we were pawns in some fucking game, and I wanted so badly for her to get something wrong. I wanted Kat to lose her game... But another notion was gathering in the back of my mind; quiet but clear through the chaos of all my other furious deliberation, a seductive voice that reasoned with my baser instincts, a voice that thrived off of the fire inside me. I realized, to my own revulsion that a part of me wanted to see Kat fuck Taz.

"Tell you what, Like-it-or-not, I'm gonn'a lick, scratch, suck, pull and generally abuse your body-" Kat ventured.

"But, if after 3 minuites you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll go, tail between my fantastically shaped legs, and that will be that. Understand me?" 

Taz said nothing but nodded, biting her lower lip.

"Oh Mikey, watch the clock for me sweety, I'll be a little distracted... And go!"

I checked the time on my mobile phone, 22:16. 

Kat breathed lightly across Taz's neck as her finger tips traced down her body between the breasts, past the hips. Taz instinctively raised her knees, I expected her legs to tighten together but instead they remained slightly apart, trembling. Taz rolled her head to one side on the pillow as the roaming hand glided down from knee to thigh.

"I... I..." Taz began uncertainly.

"I?" encouraged Kat, her lips so close now.

Kat lifted the loose silk, exposing the bald mound of Taz's entrance. The legs finally closed to hide her exposed nudity, but soon after they relaxed and parted again, only further; invitingly. Kat smiled as she used her nails to scratch the bare skin between her thighs near the groin. Again, Kat gasped. 

Taz was breathing heavily now, writhing under her tormentor's touch. My heart sank but my groin stirred, hot and hard and throbbing. I wanted to be amongst those soft female bodies; pushing, pulling, grabbing, thrusting. Kat's victory over us was now almost complete, but the night was far from over...



Knowing Her Ch. 10



Sorry for the long delay folks, and thanks for all the brilliant feedback I'm getting. I'll be posting a new short story real soon- hope you all enjoy it. Thanks again for all your patience, support and encouragment- Drawline.

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Kat sat up and reached for the clasp on the side of her chequered mini skirt, removing it easily and dropping it off the bed. I was expecting something slutty or silky for underwear, and she didn't disappoint; silky, black and very tiny. She noticed me staring and smiled- I could tell she enjoyed being watched (as if the night at the club had left me in any doubts).

"Corset on or corset off, lover boy?" She asked me.

"Is tight around your neck an option?" I replied, not really thinking.

"Touchy." She said in mock offence; the corset came off.

I had never really seen Kat naked before now, the night I watched her pleasuring herself had been dark; now she sat on the bed before me in just her torn fishnet tights, silk underwear, scarf and boots. Her large breasts (I was guessing at least a D cup) were firm and well shaped, her nipples standing playfully upright. The Areola was large while the nipples themselves were quite small, the opposite of Taz's. She saw me looking. "Take it all in sugar".

With that Kat reached down and ran her hands over Taz's smaller breasts, her fingers caressing through the silk. Taz tried to arch her body away, but Kat's hands just followed sliding over the contours of her body. 

"Perky!" Kat exclaimed, leaning forwards, her face back to the naked skin between Taz's thighs. Kat's hands placed either side of the wet folds of pink skin kept the opening parted as she began to lightly lick where the hood of Taz's clit. The licking became more vigorous, Kat's head bobbed with the effort- pausing only to suck on the enflamed flesh. 

Kat paused to lick her glistering lips. "You taste so fucking good, I fucking love licking your pussy." 

Before long Kat slid her index finger inside, first to the bend, then sliding further to the knuckle. It hooked deep, feeling and probing as her tongue returned to Taz's wet lips.

Taz had spread her legs as far apart as possible, and was biting her lower lip in ecstasy. Watching all this, being so turned on, I had neglected to keep an eye on the watch: 54 seconds remained. God damn it, why was this giving me so much pleasure.

Kat drew back her finger and raised up onto her knees, Taz gasped. It may have only been my imagination, but Taz sounded disappointed.

Next Kat forcefully pulled the nightgown up and over Taz's head, so that it lay in a heap around her wrists. She grasped each nipple between finger and thumb and pinched. Taz moaned in pain and pleasure while kat begun to twist. I could only imagine how hard and long those gorgeous nipples would be growing in Kats hands. 

Kat released the sore skin and bit into the flesh of the right breast. Another moan from her helpless captive. Kat looked over at me and smiled. For my 'viewing pleasure' she ran her long finger nails over the nearest breast to my eye line, leaving white scratch marks in their wake. They crossed over Taz's nipple, pulling back and flicking the hardened bud on their way past.

24 seconds left...

Kat licked the side of Taz's face, from chin to eye, taking in her confused tears. 

"Put out your tounge" Kat commanded.

"What?"

"Put out your fucking tongue, bitch." Kat replied playfully.

Confused, Taz obeyed. Kat licked it with her own, tracing it's outline delicately. Their lips met, and locked. At first I could tell by taz's features and eyes that she was fighting the kiss, but her neck relaxed and her eyes became less creased. Now I knew the kiss was reciprocated. I could imagine the two tongues, caressing and rubbing against each other.

While the kiss became more passionate, Kats hands had returned to Taz's wet and ready entrance, and not one but two fingers pushed inside. I could hear Taz's muffled response. Kat's wrist and hand moved rapidly. Taz's chest heaved; her toned stomach became even more taut. She was about to cum, hard.

Suddenly, Kat's hand stopped dead and she pulled out of the kiss- a trail of spit falling across her chin. She bought her coated fingers to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Below her, taz was at once desperately frustrated, confused and angry.

"Time?" Kat asked.

A glance at my watch revealed the 3 minutes had just ended... God forgive me, I couldn't help myself...

"40 seconds left" I replied.

"Goody." Exclaimed Kat, turning back to Taz.

"You want to cum, you want me to finish you off? You're so, so wet and plump, you could pop with a flick of my wrist. That's what you want, right? That's what you need? Huh?"

Taz couldn't bring herself to reply; instead she could only look up at her tormentor wide eyed and nod.

"Then you have to do something for me first. Deal?"

Again Taz nodded.

"We are going to put that expertly sharp tongue of yours to good use finally."

Broken, Taz could only look across to me as Kat continued.

"You're going to lick my cunt like a good little bitch, and you're going to lick up every last drop of it like you love it. Understand me?

Taz could see in my eyes that I was enjoying her torment, and I saw something inside her break. In that moment I realised that Kat had stripped away whatever normal future we could have had together. I felt at once uncontrollably aroused and ashamed. Taz turned back to Kat and nodded.

Kat moved across the bed and spread sat over Taz's face, her back to the bedposts. She lowered herself down and Taz began to work the flesh with her mouth. Kat gasped in ecstasy, the thrill of her victory no doubt adding to the moment. I hadn't realised that I had been rubbing the hardness between my legs through my jeans until it caught Kat's attention.

"Enjoying the show?" She asked me.

I stopped caressing myself, but couldn't find the energy to reply.

"I'm guessing my time is up. I think I've won, wouldn't you agree?"

I murmured my agreement.

Taz pursed her lips in mock sympathy, all the while Taz's mouth nuzzled deeper.

"Don't feeble so hard on yourself, Mikey. I always get what I want... Still, it seems a little unfair that I should be haveing all the fun. Why not join in, I'm sure this kinky bitch here would love the extra attention."

I hadn't seen this coming, but I was too turned on to question. I pulled my shirt off over my head and approached the bed. 

"That's a boy!"

Kat kneaded her own breasts while I pulled off my jeans and underwear. Soon I was on top of the bed, naked with the two of them, desperate to reach my climax- drunk with the need. I raised taz's hips in my hands and pulled her up onto my own. My swollen and pulsing muscle slid into Taz easier than I'd ever entered another woman before- she was so wet, and on the verge of climaxing herself. The way her body reacted to the penetration, It was as if that was almost enough to tip her into the blissful release. 

While I thrusted aggressively into Taz, she in turn licked and sucked at Kat's cunt, grasping her round butt with both hands. Kat gyrated her hips and ran her hands over her own face and through her hair; I could see that she too was also on the brink. She arched her shoulders back, offering me her rising breasts-, which I gladly excepted. I'd never really been 'into' large breasts before now, but as my hands played and squeezed the fleshy globes I suddenly understood their appeal. They felt heavy in my palms as I squeezed and forced them close together- her nipples still visible between my fingers.

Before long, the stimulation was too great for me to hold back any longer, I burst- exploding inside Taz and filling her with my pent-up anxiety and frustrations. I felt her muscles contract and judder, and as her hips raised and dropped I guessed that, again, we had cum together. Obviously turned on by witnessing this, the strength left Kat's body, her posture relaxed and she stooped over, her hair falling in sweaty strands across her face. She rolled off Taz and crashed out breathless, face down on the bed beside her, top-and-tail. I could see the deep scratch marks over the lower part of her back where Taz had clearly become frantic in her duty.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I could see Taz's face again. The sweat and cum gleamed from her blushed cheeks. Our eyes met for only a moment before she turned away to face the wall. My heart sank and my stomach knotted.

"Well, I enjoyed that". Kat's voice punctured the deafening silence.

"But I guess that I should be off now, I have a date lined up! I'll leave you two love birds to it. Try not to have too much fun without me."

Kat began dressing. Taz simply laid there on the bed, unmoving.

"I think I'll be going to." I said quietly, although I doubt anyone was really listening.

I got up, put on my clothes, and was out the house before Kat. Outside, I sat alone in the darkness of my car. I must have been there a long time; when I finally snapped out of my contemplation, Kat's car was nowhere to be seen, and all the lights in the house were off. 

Guilt wrecked and unsure, I stepped out of my car. I walked back up to Taz's door. My hand reached out for the door bell, and in that heartbeat my imagination played out a fantasy; Taz answered the door, cried, beat out at my chest and we embraced. We kissed, she led me up to the bedroom, and there we fell asleep in each other's arms. Dawn came, and we made love. I spoke to Chris, and he was a little upset that I had started seeing his ex, but found it in his heart to be happy for me and wished us the best. Kat decided to keep everything that happened between us a secret and made a promise to make amends for all the trouble she had caused. Everybody was happy and life was good...

It was a delightful fantasy...

My hand fell away from the doorbell. I walked back to the car. I took a final glance over my shoulder, and was sure I saw the upstairs curtain twitch. I got inside the car. The future was uncertain, save for one thing: Taz and I would never have a relationship. I started the engine and pulled away from the road; leaving that house, Kat and Taz far behind me...