All Tied Up

Part 2

By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org)

Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.

Story Codes MF

  

       The next day--which was a Monday--my afternoon
lecture was cancelled, as indicated by a note on the
door.  I really wasn't all that disappointed; I wasn't
breezing through the class, but it was a two hour
lecture-not my favorite.  I decided to work on the
'list' that had formed in my mind the day before.  It
had been quickly whittled down to only a few names and
most were long shots, being actual ex-girlfriends. 
Only one name did seem like it might actually pan out,
so I figured I had nothing better to do than look her
up.  Last I knew, she worked at a restaurant, so I
might at the very least score a cheap (or maybe free)
meal.

       I had spent time with Rebecca while working
over the summer.  I had been working at a coffee shop,
and she was a manager at the restaurant across the
parking lot.  She had been a regular customer, and we
started hanging out together outside of our works,
then sleeping together every now and then.  Where
Emily and I are 'fuck-buddies', Rebecca and I were
more of the friends with benefits kind.  We got along
really well, and had some pretty good sex, but our
lives really didn't cross enough for anything more. 
If it weren't for me going back to school, we might
have grown closer.

       I walked the few blocks to the restaurant, and
had myself seated.  I ordered just a coffee, and asked
if I could see the manager.  Seeing the look on the
waiter's face, I quickly added that she was a friend,
and that I wasn't some horribly irate customer.  He
said he would see if she was free, and disappeared
into the back, leaving me with my coffee and the
elderly couple in the corner.  After a few minutes,
Rebecca came out; her curious look replaced by
surprise as she recognized me.

       "Jacob, my God! It's been months."  She
insisted that I stand so she could give me hug, then
we both sat back down at my table.

       She was older than me, in her late twenties; I
had never learned her exact age.  In many ways she was
the opposite of Emily.   She was shorter than me, not
much more than five feet and had long dark hair, well
past her shoulders, dark eyes, and her skin had a
dusky complexion, all from a mixed Native American and
Asian ancestry.  Where Emily was thin, Rebecca called
herself well fed; not fat, but soft and round.  She
was quick to mention she did work at a restaurant. 
She sat before me dressed for work, in a grey blouse
and neck tie, with black slacks and matching black
sneakers.

       "So, what brings you here? Just visiting?" She
asked once we were both seated.

       "Well, I'm not really visiting.  I have a
sorta...weird request.  I'm sorry I haven't found time
to actually visit.  My schedule really doesn't mesh
with yours, you know."

       She smiled back at me.  "Yeah, I know.  It's
okay, I won't hold it against you...too much at least.
 So what's your request?"

       I balked for a moment.  I really didn't know
how to pose the question without sounding stupid. 
"It's kinda awkward, so give me a minute."

       "Take your time, just not too much.  I have
things to do, and I want to go home."

       I smiled at her.

       "I think I'll just be blunt.  First off, our,
um, benefits?"

       She leaned in closer, glancing to the elderly
customers, complaining about politics over their soup.
 "You mean sex?"

       "Yeah.  Are we still, um..." I trailed off, not
knowing how to phrase the question.  I think she got
the point.

       "You asking if I'm still open to having
benefits with you?"

       "Yeah."

       She thought for a moment before speaking. 
"Well, I'm still single, so I think maybe.  Is that
your request?"

       I lowered my voice.  I didn't want anyone else
to hear.  "It's part of it.  I have a friend, and we
have...benefits too.  Not like you and I
had...have...you know.  Different dynamic."  I
stumbled a bit, feeling like I was about to put my
foot in my mouth.  I decided to get to the point. 
"Anyways, we came across a soft-core last night on TV;
it had some woman tied up.  She started talking about
getting tied up, tying up, that sort of thing.  Guess
the show got her interested in trying.  I have an idea
about it, but I need a third party.  And you were
first on the list of people to try."

       "Don't want to just ask anyone off the street,
I suppose?  So what's your idea?  I might be game.  Is
this going to be a threesome?"  She leaned in close on
the last part.

       "Well, not really.  It starts with..."

       "Hang on," she cut me off, glancing at the
clock.  "I don't know how long you're going to take,
but I have only about fifteen minutes of work to do
before I go home for the day.  Why don't you tag
along, tell me at length, then I'll give you ride
home?  Think you can hang out here for that long?"

       "I think so," I replied, sipping my coffee.

       "Okay then.  You just sit tight; I'll be out in
a moment."  She got up and headed back to the counter.

       -----

       The fifteen minutes turned into almost forty,
but after a little while she sent a hamburger out to
keep me busy.  When she was finally done, she came out
with her purse and coat.

       "Okay, bud.  Let's go."  She headed out the
door, not really waiting for me.  She was like that,
especially around work.  I quickly collected my things
rushed after her; not that she would have left without
me, but I really didn't know.  By the time I got me
and my stuff in her car, she had the engine on and was
in gear.  As she started to back out, she smiled at
me.

       "I love how cute you get when you're flustered,
you know that?"

       "Oh."

       It was about a ten minute drive to the little
two bedroom house she rented.  We made small talk
about the weather and the status of my classes on the
way there.  Once we got to her house, and she dropped
her things on a table before indicating that I should
sit on the couch.  I sat, dropping my bag near the
door.

       "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked
me as she disappeared into the kitchen.

       "What do you have?"

       "A bunch of stuff," she hollered from around
the corner.  "I'm having a screwdriver myself: work
was a little hectic today and I need to wind down."

       I figured 4:30 wasn't really too early for
cocktails, but I wasn't a big fan of vodka.  "I'll
have a beer."

       "Thought you might."

       She soon appeared with drinks in hand.  She had
released her long hair from its clips, and it hung
loose around her shoulders as she sat at the other end
of the couch.

       "Okay, now give me details."

       I spent the next few minutes detailing my
'plan'.  It didn't take long, since the plan was
relatively simple.  She listened intently, while
shedding her shoes and rubbing her feet through her
socks, sipping her drink all the while.

       "I'm pretty sure where I fit into your plan. 
Does your friend...," she paused with a silent
question.

       "Emily."

       "Does Emily know, Um, well...How much does she
know."

       "She knows she'll be tied up, blindfolded at
the beginning. And she knows there'll be another
person."

       "Safe to say she knows I'll be a woman." 
Rebecca knew I had no desire for other men.

       "Safe to say.  Does that mean you'll do it?"

       "Probably.  I have a few questions.  And..."
she took a long draw from her glass, practically
finishing it, before she moved closer to me on the
couch.  "I need to know if you're still up to the
task."

       "Up to the task?"  A little light came on in my
head.  "You know about me in bed..."

       "I know that you were good in bed.  That was
months ago.  Who knows what this Emily person has done
to you since then.  And it's been a while for me; I
don't want you to go off unexpectedly during the
show."  With that she started to rub her hand along my
thigh.  She turned serious again to ask: "Will Emily
be okay if I claim some benefits?"

       I thought for a moment.  "Yes.  We stick to
each other, but she told me to make sure who ever I
got is good in bed."  I raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. 
"I need to make sure you haven't gotten out of
practice during your dry spell."

       "Touche‚."  And with that, she was kissing me.

       We both fell into the kiss easily.  We were
familiar with each other, and she was a good kisser,
who liked to kiss.  She tasted of oranges and vodka,
and her hair smelled of apples and cooking grease.  We
kissed for a while, heating each other up.  Our hands
started to roam each other's bodies, rubbing our
clothes into disarray.  I broke from her lips, and
moved to kiss her neck, feeling the heat rising from
her chest, my hand tangling itself in her hair.  Her
hand made its way down to the front of my pants, and
she grabbed a hold of my growing erection.

       "My, you're a bit direct." I said to her.

       "Like I said, it's been a while."  She squeezed
me hard, drawing in a hissing breath through her
teeth.  "I need it quick and hard first, then we can
slow down, really test each other.  Can you deal?"

       "As long as I'm home at a reasonable hour. 
It's a school night, you know."  She was one of the
few people I could really joke with while in bed, so
to speak.

       She giggled as she nuzzled my neck, and then
moaned as my erection twitched under her hand.  She
sat up again and looked at me, desire starting to
shape her dark features.

       "Don't go anywhere," she said as she got up
from the couch.  "And lose these," she tugged at the
front of my jeans.  With that, she grabbed her drink,
and downed the rest of it as she disappeared into the
hall leading to the rest of the house.

       I busied myself with taking my shoes, socks,
and jeans off, getting everything out of the way
before she got back.  She came back, something small
in her hand which she tucked into the top of the couch
near my head.  She tugged at my boxers.

       "Those too."

       As I stood up to remove my boxers, she started
to work on her slacks.

       "My, that's a nice sight," she commented as my
erection sprang from confinement.  After I got out of
my shorts, she motioned for me to sit back down.  She
pulled her slacks and panties off with one smooth
motion, and the smell of her arousal wafted past me. 
I could see beads of moisture glistening on her dark
pubic hair, just visible past the front edge of her
work blouse, as she moved forward and put one knee on
either side of me where I sat on the couch.  She
pulled my head toward her as she sat down, and covered
my mouth with a hungry kiss.  As she worked her tongue
against my teeth and lips, she ground her hips against
mine, rubbing her slit along my dick.  I feel her
pussy slide all over my erection, extremely hot and
wet.

       I broke from her kiss so I could speak.  "You
seem very worked up."

       She was breathless as she spoke, continuing to
rub moisture from her slit onto my dick. "Like I said
before, it's been a while.  And we've been talking
about sex.  Can you blame a girl?'

       "No."  I felt my dick twitch against her.  She
ground her hips into my harder in response.

       "Hmm.  Feels like you're ready.  I know I am."

       "So what are we waiting for?"

       "Good question. Now hold that thought."  She
kissed me quickly, and then shuffled her butt back so
my erection stood up from my groin between us.  She
grabbed what she had stuffed in the couch moments
before, which turned out to be a condom.

       "I don't need any little versions of you and me
running around," she explained lightly as she busied
herself with enveloping my erection with the rubber.

       I pulled her down for a kiss, as she softly
stroked my encased member back to full hardness.  "No
need to explain.  Your terms, I'm not that picky."

       She smiled at that.  "You are so sweet, you
know that.  Now hush."  She guided the head of my cock
into her folds.  "We have work to do."

       With that she sat down on me in one go,
impaling herself.  Her inside was incredibly hot, and
even though I couldn't feel her moisture through the
condom, I could feel it run out her and onto my balls
as my cock forced its way inside.  She took my hands
and placed them on the swell of her ample hips, and
then moved hers to the back to the couch to support
herself as she started to rise and fall on my trapped
erection.

       Where Emily treated sex as an action, to
Rebecca it was an act.  She took it all very
seriously, wanting to milk each action for all the
pleasure she could, making sure that I (or who ever
she was with, I would image) got everything I could. 
This time, she wanted release, and she was going to
use my cock for all its worth to get it.  She didn't
make much noise during sex, and now was really no
different.  She simply sighed and moaned and mewed
into my neck and she worked her hips against my cock,
losing herself in the act.

       She started to pick up speed, her grinding and
rocking simplifying to just up and down thrusts,
pounding her clit across my pubic hair with each
stroke.  I moved my hips in response, thrusting my
cock deep into her every time she dropped her hips
against me, though I was really just along for the
ride.  I held her hips to keep myself steady, feeling
her sweat run down from inside her shirt, watching her
shinny hair bounce on her head every time her hips
smacked mine.  In no time at all, I could see her
orgasm as it started to build in her face.

       When her climax hit, she rammed her hips down
against me as her body contracted around my cock.  She
tilted her head back in a silent scream, the tendons
on her neck standing out in sharp relief.  As the
release rolled over her and subsided, she let out an
explosive moan, before gasping for breath.  She sat in
my lap, rocking her hips against me as she caught her
breath.

       As she recovered, I took over, pistoning my
cock in and out of her.  At that point I don't think I
could have stayed still to save my life, as I felt her
aftershocks ripple up and down my shaft.  She moaned
as she ground against me, and then leaned back, a warm
and happy smile on her face as she bounced with my
thrusts.

       I started to move in earnest, feeling my own
orgasm approaching, groaning as I watched her smiling
face.  She leaned a bit forward, so my cock could
slide full length in and out of her, and watched my
face intently.  I reached up and behind her, under her
arms to grab her shoulders and hold her in place while
as I fucked her.  Our bodies made a wet slapping noise
every time they came together, drowning out the sound
of her panting breath.

       As I climbed toward orgasm, I closed my eyes
and started a long, drawn out groan.  Just before I
started to come, Rebecca leaned against me, pulling my
head against her shoulder.  The feel of her hot breath
down the back of my shirt sent me over the edge.  As I
shuddered and filled the condom with jizz, I surreally
thought that it would be much nice if I could feel her
soft breasts against my chest, instead of her bra
cups.  My chest heaved as I held her body down against
my lap, my cock twitching deep inside her with the
last of my orgasm.

       We sat there for a while, panting as we caught
our breath.  After a moment, she grabbed my head and
started to kiss me gently.  I had forgotten how much
she liked to kiss.  We had down a lot more necking
that one would expect from fuck buddies.  We made out
quietly, until my softening dick finally slipped out
of her damp pussy.  Looking down to make sure the
condom stayed on me, she rolled to one side and sat on
the couch and regarded my face for a moment, before
she spoke.

       "Well, did I pass the test?"

       "With flying colors."

       She smiled and chuckled.  I had forgotten how
much I liked her smile.  "Good."

       She leaned over and we kissed a bit more, just
pecks and nips at each other's lips.  After a bit, I
pulled away to speak.

       "I thought about telling you it was
inconclusive.  That I need to test your versatility."

       "Thinking you might get another go around?" 
She raised an eyebrow.

       "I guy would be crazy if he didn't want another
time with you."

       She smiled again, this time a warm, embarrassed
smile.  She blushed a little past the lingering
orgasmic flush.  "Flattery will get you nowhere,
Mister."

       "You say that, but..."  I trailed off.

       "But?"

       I hesitated a moment.  I was torn a bit.  I was
remembering how much I liked being around Rebecca.  We
had connected, differently that Emily and I.  I knew
that both relationships I had were officially 'friends
who fuck', but I also knew that things were never what
they seemed.  My relationship with Emily was easy; I
didn't want to risk ruining it, even though I would
admit that I liked Rebecca better as a person as
opposed to a lay.  Part of me was wondering how Emily
would react to the fact that I had just fucked one of
my 'ex's.  After a moment, I finished what I had been
saying.

       "...but I seem to remember that I could
compliment my way between your legs on a regular
basis."

       "Don't flatter your flattery."  She smiled,
this time her mischievous smile.  "It may have helped
a little bit, and I might not want to admit it, but
most of the time I was going to let you between my
legs anyways."

       I laughed heartily at that, and she joined me. 
It was quite the sight, both of us naked from the
waist down.  A slimy condom clinging to my wilted
erection, our groins each creating their own damp spot
on her couch.

       "Let's clean up, then we can go over your
plan."

       

