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NOTE: Unless you know what you're doing, I wouldn't recommend doing
what Cari did, and I won't be responsible at all for
what happens if you do.
Dave wearily dragged himself back to his room, his blue-green eyes
bloodshot. Even his shower had failed to refresh him.
What a heckuva way to spend his twenty-third birthday, he thought as
he brushed down his auburn waves with his hand.
Lonely, broke, and overworked. He was still catching up on the
homework he'd missed during the dorm play--
Thinking of the play reminded Dave of Cari. He hadn't seen her since
the night of the cast party. He paused at the door to lean
his tall, sturdy frame against it, thinking of her, tiny and round,
4'11" and 200 pounds, with her honey-brown skin and wide-set
bottomless eyes, her lush headful of dark curls and her Earth-goddess
figure. The thought of her with her hands on her wide
little hips, asking to talk to him as if he wouldn't think of refusing
her anything, warmed him so that he barely noticed how drafty
standing in damp boxers was. But then he thought of why he had refused
her offer that night, and why he hadn't told her to
forget about him long before that night, and his face twisted with
embarrassment and annoyance.
It was her weight. Not that he found her too plump for his taste;
rather, he desired her even more for her figure. She was
gorgeously fat. Lush and rounded and warm and soft. He lusted after
her plumpness. He desired her every curve. He wanted
her *because* she was fat; he didn't trust his desire. How could he
want her for anything other than herself? She was very
young, too easy to hurt. Furthermore, how could he want her for
*that*? So, he let her be, he never took her obvious, if
unspoken, offer. Yet he could not bring himself to let her go
completely, and hated himself for resorting to hints when he should
speak plainly once and for all.
Dave drew a deep sigh. Cari was a sensible girl, and would eventually
stop chasing him. If worst came to worst, he *was*
graduating in a couple of months. He tried to make himself hope
fervently that she found a guy in her class to throw herself after
before then.
Thus barely motivated, Dave dragged himself into his room and pulled
the closet door open--
To see Cari.
Cari tied up.
His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her, kneeling with her
head down, her wrists bound with cotton rope so white it
glowed against her rich, dark skin; her body wound about with rope
like a cocoon, or a spider's web, so much so that he could
barely see the flimsy white clothing she wore; rope looped about her
thighs, her knees, spiralling around her lushly padded
tummy and into the soft folds of her flesh; rope wound individually
round each of her barely-draped breasts, holding each up
and out to its own angle, the nipples poking out; rope wound around
her arms like cord bracelets. He stared at her, kneeling
among his shirts and jeans, her tumbled curls falling unbound about
her face and shoulders. And, to his shock and dismay, he
found himself getting very, very hard.
As Dave struggled desperately to keep himself detumescent, Cari slowly
lifted her head, to shock him with the grin on her
moon-shaped face. "Hi," she said, as if she were greeting him in a
hallway. "Happy birthday."
Dave finally found his voice. "Wha-- who-- why are you in my closet
tied up?"
"Oh, this?" she said innocently, looking around at herself.
"Giftwrap."
Dave snorted, beginning to be annoyed with his growing erection and
with Cari, its feckless cause. "You had this done to
yourself?" When she nodded, he snorted again. "What am I going to do
with you?"
"You *could* untie me."
He rolled his eyes, trying to fend off the surge of lust that
threatened to knock all sense out of his head. This was more than
persistent, worse than kinky, he told himself. "I was *joking* when I
said that I wanted a girl for my birthday," he said with
exasperation. "*And* half drunk."
"Then why did you say that to me?" Cari responded, unperturbed. She
took a deep breath, and Dave saw her breasts rise
outwards a little because of their bonds, saw the pointy little
nipples strain a little harder against the cloth, and felt another
surge
of lust sweep through him from the pit of his stomach to his swimming
head. Clenching his fists to control himself, he said
threateningly, "I should put you in the hallway like that."
Cari merely looked up at him with that I-don't-think-so look of hers,
her lush, plump lips set in a sensible line. Dave let out a
longsuffering sigh and bent down to pick her up.
He found, to his surprise, that her thighs had not been tied to her
calves; the way she was kneeling, it merely looked like they
had. He scooped her up, staggering slightly under her weight, and felt
the ropes press into his arms, felt the warmth of her body,
her soft skin and hair against the bare skin of his arms and chest.
She didn't loop her arms over his neck -- well, she couldn't do
that, the way they were tied, loops of rope joining them across her
back -- nor even look at him, but sat proudly in his arms like
a young queen.
Like a goddess in her power.
Mentally shoving away his arousal, Dave laid Cari gently down on the
bed, putting her legs down first so she was sitting up,
then sat behind her, his legs folded. "As soon as I have you untied
I'm sending you back to your room," he said, more to himself
than to her, as he leaned forward to work at a knot at the back of her
neck and tried to ignore the dark, faintly-scented curls so
close to his face. "God, Cari, what possessed you to do this? Suppose
I hadn't come home till tomorrow?"
"And where would you have gone, straight from the shower?" she asked,
amusement in her voice. "I did this because I thought
it would make a great birthday present for you. I thought that I'd
make a great present," she added in a rather more thoughtful
tone of voice. "Don't tell me you're returning your present!"
"Where should I take you to return you?" he growled, thoroughly
annoyed with the stubborn knot, and the stubborner girl.
"You wouldn't stay returned, I'd bet."
The rope came free with a yank, scraping across the bare skin beneath;
Cari gasped. Dave saw the dark welt rise on her neck,
and was instantly struck to the heart. "Oh, Cari, I'm sorry...." he
said, touching the welt soothingly--
And he was struck by the intense desire to lean forward and kiss it,
kiss her bare, warm, tender throat as she sat bound before
him. Yanking his hand away as if her skin were burning hot, he applied
himself to the next knot down. "Are you OK?" he
asked, ignoring the quaver in his voice.
Cari nodded. "I'm OK."
"So, who tied you up, after all?"
"I'm not telling you."
"What?"
"Not till I'm untied. Or you'll go running off to find them and leave
me here."
Dave pulled his hands off her back, with some difficulty, as the ropes
tumbled off to expose a bare expanse of silky-soft skin
crossed only by two strands. "I should leave you like this now," he
retorted, starting to pick apart the knot in one strand.
Cari merely shrugged, so sure of herself, so arousing and infuriating
that Dave wanted to untie her ankles and take her offered
gift with her still in her bonds--
--WHAT was he THINKING? Dave looked at his lap. In his shower-damp
boxers, his erection was plainly visible, pointing
upwards at his face as if to mock him. It was very hard, very hot, and
uncomfortable in its urgency, and he told it to go down
before Cari was untied and saw it. He couldn't do this. He couldn't
take what she was offering.
Why not? said his erection -- and his head as well.
Because she's too young, he told himself.
She's 18, returned his arousal. Perfectly able to know what she's
doing.
But I want her because she's fat, he wailed indecisively, feeling his
resolve weakening.
No, said his heart. You want her because you find her beautiful,
inside and out. And you have enough sense to see her lushness
as abundance, not as a bad thing.
But this is *weird*! Tied up? I thought I was sick for imagining this
kind of thing.
Well, said his conscience impatiently, I guess you aren't.
"Dave?" said Cari, a slightly different note to her voice beneath the
calm self-possessedness. "Are... are you really upset with
me?"
Dave's resolve broke at the fear in her voice. She had herself tied
up, made helpless for me, he thought. And dared my
rejection. I can't help but be attracted to bravery like that.
"I mean," she went on, "if this was really *that* stupid... I-- I
thought that you wanted me, and didn't want to act on it because I
*am* younger than you are. I figured that if I showed you that I
really do know what I'm doing.... I guess that, since I'm so fat,
you don't want me. I wouldn't blame you...."
Her voice trailed off, as Dave tried to tell her somehow how wrong she
was. The words jammed in his throat. "No, no, Cari,"
he finally croaked. "No, I want you. I-- I think you're beautiful."
She turned to look at him, and his heart caught with pain; her face
was streaked with tears. She'd been crying and he hadn't
even known it. "You do?"
Dave didn't bother to struggle with words. He threw his long arms
around her and pulled her into his lap, one hand on her
rounded cheek, to hold her face as he kissed her soft cheeks, kissing
away her tears. He felt her warm softness in his arms as
she moaned softly with joy and squirmed closer to him, felt her soft
skin beneath his hand, her silky curls across his arm, the
soft, solid pressure of her body squirming delightfully across his
lap, and wondered how he could have been so stupid as to
deny himself this offered joy for so long.
Soon, though, her arms caught him in the chest, and he remembered that
she was still tied up. Slipping her off his lap, he took
her by her upper arms, gently holding her a little away from him, and
kissed her on her warm, full lips. He felt her stiffen in
surprise, then moan again and move towards him, opening her lips--
And he sat back, and laughed at the look on her face. "What was *that*
for?" she demanded, as he thoroughly enjoyed how
her breasts moved with her indignant breathing.
"For the torment *I'm* going through," he responded, and watched as
her face lit up with a smile. "Besides, I have to finish
untying you."
"So, you aren't sending me back to my room after all," she asked
slyly, turning back around as he slid his hands over her back,
marveling at how rich and smooth her skin felt; her skin feels the way
the best cream tastes, he thought, and nearly laughed at
himself. "I should," he said, making her groan in annoyance, "but I
won't. "
"Good," said Cari, leaning backwards into his hands. "You *do* like
me, in spite of my size?"
Dave took a deep breath, then another. "I like you because of it," he
finally said, to himself as well as to her. "I like you because
you're brave and sweet and daring and foolhardy." He leaned over to
kiss her shoulder, where a dark rope-welt stood out
lividly, and she cooed and squirmed against her bonds, making him
smile, all her infuriating, remote self-possessedness gone.
"And because you are lush and beautiful and rounded. I like women who
are fatter than stick-figure supermodels, or Playboy
Barbie dolls, and I like them because they are large. And I had the
hardest time admitting that to myself."
The two ropes crossing in the middle of Cari's back suddenly parted
under Dave's hand, and her flimsy top, really a large
handkerchief, fell forward. "Ooops," he said, as her breasts tumbled
free of their bonds. "I didn't mean--"
"Well, *I* did," said Cari slyly, turning her head to look naughtily
at him through her tousled curls. She sighed deeply; Dave
saw the swell of her breast rise past where her back blocked the view,
and found himself wanting to touch it so badly he could
feel his desire in the pit of his stomach. "I'm glad you untied them.
I think I had those tied a little tight."
Dave planting his hands on her warm, smooth shoulders, leaned over to
look at her front; her beautiful heavy breasts were
indeed spiraled with darker, redder rope welts. "You're covered in
welts!" he exclaimed. "Next time you have *got* to be
more careful!"
Cari laughed. "You intend to make me do this again?" she said, leaning
backwards into Dave's arms, inviting his hands to her
lush breasts. He slipped his arms around her and hesitantly touched
them, afraid to hurt her. When she sighed with pleasure and
arched her back, driving her curly head into his shoulder and her wide
rump into his crotch, he cupped them firmly in his hands,
feeling them warm and soft , overflowing his hands, the little nipples
hard against his palms.
"Hmmmm," he said warmly. "Would you do this again? Have you done it
before?"
Without opening her eyes, and with all the archness she could still
muster, Cari breathily murmured, "Wouldn't *you* like to
know?" Dave responded by rotating his hands around her breasts, the
twin circular caresses making her moan and arch her
back, straining attractively against her bonds, wriggling over his
erection so vigorously that concentric waves of heat washed
through him, their centers his almost painfully hard erection and her
lusciously full, warm rump atop it.
Dave wanted her so badly that he doubted that he could keep his hands
steady enough to finish untying her. "Cari," he
murmured into her hair, feeling the soft locks move over his face,"
where are the rest of the knots? I *really* have to get these
ropes off you..."
"At my waist," she breathed, still arching her back, thrusting her
breasts into his hands. She sighed in disappointment as his
hands left her breasts to struggle with the knots. He all but ripped
them asunder in his impatience. Soon, they were undone, and
Cari's skirt, a simple length of flimsy cloth, tumbled off with them.
"Mmmmm," said Cari, stretching eagerly as Dave pulled the mass of
cords off and flung them away. "It feels good to be untied.
They *were* a little tight-- whoa!" Dave suddenly pulled her backwards
and atop him, rolling from beneath her so that he lay
beside the now-supine Cari on his side. She looked up at him with
wide, surprised, but utterly fearless eyes as he slipped one
arm beneath her and planted the other hand beside her, placing his
body over hers, looking down into her eyes.
"You want this, Cari?" he asked. He had to be sure. "You really want
me to--"
Dave's question was cut short as Cari threw her still-bound hands
around his neck and drew his face to hers to kiss him
forcefully, her full lips warm against his. When she let go, she
looked up at him, his nose nearly touching hers, and gently
whispered, "Of course I do. What did you think?" with that outrageous
temerity that made Dave's passion flare.
"Oh, Cari," he murmured with all his heart. What else could he say?
"Oh, Cari."
She smiled up at him, half saucy, half tender, and kissed him again,
deeply this time, as she wrapped her plump legs around his
waist, pushing at his waistband with her toes. Dave obligingly pried
off his boxers with one hand, then sank that hand deep into
Cari's warm curves, into the flesh around her lower back, holding her
to him and kissing her hard. He felt her draw her body up
against his, felt her full, lush breasts and belly press firmly
against him, felt her gasp into his kiss as he held her tighter still,
his
hand pressing into one of the fading rope-welts. He wanted to sit
back, to kiss each mark and each unblemished spot on her
skin, to enjoy her bountifulness with time and ease, and yet he wanted
to have her, wanted to let her surround him utterly, so
badly his blood boiled. As if she sensed his conflict and wanted to
end it for him, Cari wriggled herself against Dave till the head
of his member felt itself sliding against indescribably warm, wet
softness.
This was too much for Dave. With a groan he pulled Cari against him,
breaking the kiss to bury his face in her soft, scented
neck as he plunged into her hot tightness, burying himself to the
hilt, feeling himself hit her cervix. Instantly, even as he felt her
body clasp him welcomingly, he felt a pang of remorse. He shouldn't
have taken her like that, so suddenly--
Dave's last conscious thoughts were driven away as Cari arched her
back beneath him, tightening her legs around his waist,
clamping him in a silken vise, and let out a sound between a scream
and a whoop, as she came. Dave, shocked and delighted,
felt her come, pulsating around him, felt the tidal wave of her
pleasure wash over him, sweeping him away with it, awash in a
sea of pleasure, as he felt her shudder all around him, and came
himself.
He collapsed against Cari as she let her legs fall to either side of
his thighs. He buried his face in her neck again, feeling her
pulse beating deep below her skin, as his own heart pounded in his
ears. "Cari?" he finally murmured.
"Mmmmmm?" she responded dazedly.
"No, I just wanted to say you. To say, 'Cari,'" he replied as he
reluctantly rolled out of her, just to pull her beside him into his
arms, feeling her warmth and softness, now slightly sheened with
sweat. He nestled his face into her hair, smelling it and smelling
her, and she snuggled against him for a long moment more before either
spoke again. Finally, he said, rather sheepishly, "Cari,
I'm sorry that I came that fast--"
Cari gripped his hair, rather painfully; when he looked at her in
surprise, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him again, as
heatedly as if she had not just knocked him over with her passion.
Dave began to squeeze her again when she let go to drape
her arms round his neck and look him in the eye. "No, you have nothing
to be sorry for," she said seriously, with a hint of anger.
"Unless you intend to get up and go do your homework now," she added,
the anger dissolving into a smile.
Dave laughed. "All right. Although I'll keep saying it if you keep
kissing me like that." He tried to sit up and felt her hands
against his neck, the rope still joining them, and laughed as she did.
They struggled up to a sitting position, and Cari laid her hands in
Dave's so he could untie them. "How long were you tied up,
anyway?" he asked, looking studiously at his work and not at her
unabashed nakedness.
"Oh, not too long," she said airily. "Marty and I waited for you to
leave for the shower--"
"*Marty* tied you up?" He stopped to look back up at her. She stuck
out her tongue impishly at him; he leaned forward to kiss
her for a long, warm, moment, her lips soft and easy against his,
before he sat back and she went on.
"Yes, Marty. You'd be surprised at what she knows about knots." Cari's
eye gleamed, as if *she* knew a thing or two herself.
"As I was saying," she said archly," we snuck in then, and she tied me
up really fast. I think that's why everything was so tight."
Dave shook his head. "You are incredible," he said, awestruck.
"There's so much of you that I don't know."
"Well, there's much of you that *I* don't know," said Cari sensibly,
but her eyes twinkled with joy.
"Yes," agreed Dave, freeing the small wrists and plump hands. "And I
intend for both of us to learn each other. I firmly intend to
learn you," he added, kissing both her palms and the inside of one
wrist where the rope had left a red mark, and then kissing a
path along the inside of that arm as he felt her lay the other on his
already-hardening penis, wrapping her little hand around him.
Cari's only response was to coo for joy.
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