Emma smiled up at me from my lap, and kissed my cheek. I would have liked to have wrapped my arms around her at this point, but they were still tied behind me, which precluded the casual intimacy we'd gotten used to that was something of a contrast to the sexual encounter we'd just had and which she was planning on extending.
"I promise you won't regret it," she said quietly in my ear and slid off my lap.
Abruptly, the buzzer from the door intercom intruded into the quietness, and we froze for a second.
"God Dammit!" she cursed, snatching up her cargo pants and slamming her feet into the legs, swiftly snapping the button and fly closed. "Which one of those rat-bastards was supposed to have taken the keys with them?"
My restrengthening erection suddenly lost its vigour as she started buttoning up her blouse then whipped around to the back of the chair and pulled hard on the cords holding me tied to it. They fell away slightly, and she headed out of my door.
"Get yourself loose, tidy up quickly and get into bed," she called back over her shoulder. "I'll tell the guys you were feeling rough after I beat you at pool and decided to have an early night."
Just like that she was gone.
All of a sudden I was exhausted, and even with my head spinning at the evening's events, an early night suddenly seemed like a great idea. I did a quick tidy and removed any obvious evidence. Emma had left her knickers on the pillow on the floor, and I threw them under the bed out of the way, and replaced the pillow on my bed. As I drifted off, I could still smell her on the pillow, and my cock stirred a little.
The next morning promised to be a bit uncomfortable, but I surprised myself with how easily we were able to interact. I got some typical laddish banter from Rick and Dave about how I couldn't stand being beaten at pool by a girl and had gone off in a sulk, and obviously no amount of me telling them that I had actually won was given the slightest credence.
Emma egged them on as well, which made me feel less awkward about the whole thing, and said she'd see me in the gym in the afternoon.
"You're in the gym again?" Dave asked. "I thought this was supposed to be a week off?"
"It might be for you football boys, seeing how your coach has buggered off to Majorca for the week," I bantered back, "but our boys have training this morning and Saturday, and a match on Sunday."
"You're not in the team, though, Mike," Rick pointed out.
"I'm not going to get myself in the team if I don't keep up with the strength and conditioning work, am I?" I retorted. "And I'm not going to be able to keep up with the other guys in training to give myself a chance. Ask Dave what happens to the football guys who decide they can't be bothered to go to training or turn up completely unfit."
"Yeah, they get kicked off," Dave shrugged. He was a lucky sod whose natural fitness seemed to let him coast when he felt like it without looking like he wasn't putting in the effort. "Fair point though."
As usual, rugby training was hard work, but enjoyable nevertheless, and even after a couple hours rest and a light lunch, today's gym work was going to be fairly light, maybe 5k on the bike, twenty minutes upper body weights and a couple of sprints and 1k sessions on the treadmill.
The gym was nearly empty with it still being "reading week" and only half a dozen folks in, plus myself. Emma came in a few minutes after me, whilst I was warming up on the bike, and waved.
"You okay?" she asked with a smile, and went off on a slow jog circuit of the gym to warm up.
"Don't disappear off for a shower when you're done," she said as she came back past, wearing black knee-length jogging pants and a pale blue cropped tank top that covered about as much again as a sports bra and did nothing to stop me remembering that she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "We need to have a bit of a chat."
"Nothing bad," she said, patting my arm as she came around on her next lap.
Even so, I couldn't help feeling nervous, but later on when she jumped onto the treadmill next to mine she seemed happy enough, and we chatted about a bunch of nothing for a while as we jogged in between my sprints.
By the time I'd finished up, only the two of us were left in the gym, so we plonked our sweaty selves down on a couple of exercise mats and stretched out.
"So, you wanted to chat?" I asked, laying on my back and tilting my head so I could see her.
"Well, yeah," she said. "I thought you'd want to talk about last night. I know I do."
"What did you want me to say, Emma? 'Thanks for the super blowjob, now when can I get another one?'," I asked with a chuckle. "But seriously, where do we go from here? I mean I know you still want to be friends, which is cool, but, umm, shit, this sounds really tacky after last night and a bit schoolboy-ish, but do you wanna go out with me?"
Emma laughed, and I joined in, a little self-consciously.
"Yeah, real classy, with that sort of timing," she giggled. "And, well, maybe six months or a year ago I would've said that was what I wanted, but even without last night I think we've sorta gone past the old dating and spending time with one another and going places together stuff, 'cos we do that anyway.
"And I think it would be a bit weird if we started trying to force something like that, you know, like it was an obligation, or something."
"So, no sneaking off to secluded corners of the house to try and get some snogging in without everyone else knowing?"
She giggled again.
"Well, I guess if we were dating, we'd have to let the other guys and girls know, else it'd seem even weirder."
"And think how odd they'd think it was, given their comments last night," I added.
"Hell, yeah."
"So hit me with it, Emma. What did you have in mind?"
She rolled towards me so that we were almost touching, and could look me in the eyes.
"I was wondering what you would give for another blowjob like last night's?"
I raised my eyebrows.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Well, you seemed like you enjoyed it," she said.
"But seriously, I don't see it working for us if we were to try 'dating' as such, it would be like a backward step, and feel so weird when we know each other so well already. But God, I'd love the chance to be able to do you whenever we both felt like it, Mike. I was so hot last night with having you to myself, and-"
"Shit, I really sorry about that," I apologised. "I really would have gone through with it."
"Oh, come on, Mike, I'm not holding that against you... Maybe something else..." she giggled again.
"Anyway," she continued, overriding any objections I might have made, "if you
specifically
wanted to make that up to me at some point, I wouldn't be complaining, but let's get back on track here."
She lowered her hand and slid it up the leg of my gym shorts.
"I was asking what you'd give for another blowjob."
"As good as the one from last night?"
"I can't make that sort of promise, but I'd give it a damned good try," she offered.
I thought about it for a moment, and since I wasn't pulling away from her hand, she started gently stroking my cock through my underwear.
"And now you're just trying to get my other head to do my thinking for me, aren't you."
"Well yeah," she said with a laugh. "I'll take any advantage I can get. You were begging for me last night, even to
fuck
you, if I wanted to, to make you cum."
"I reckon if you had any guy in that situation they would have been begging the same."
She shrugged.
"Yeah, but it was you I had there. You I wanted there. I told you last night, there were no losers, only winners. Or at least there would have been if we'd had a bit longer."
"Sorr-"
She gave my cock a bit of a squeeze that was almost painful but not quite, just enough to jerk me up short.
"Stop fucking apologising for that."
"Okay! Okay!" I surrendered, and she went back to her slow stroking. "But you obviously have something in mind for me, so why don't you reveal your devious plan?"
"Fine," she said. "Here's what I have in mind, then:
"Yesterday, you were willing to ask for me to give such an amazing blowjob - your words, I seem to recall - as a forfeit of equal value to submitting to me for three hours of being my sex slave, right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess. Though that was when I knew I was going to win, of course."
"Yeah, right," she replied with a snort. "If I'd won, you wouldn't have got that blowjob in exchange for those three hours, you'd just have got the three hours."
I suspected she might have been fibbing a bit there. All after the fact, but I doubted that she would have passed up the opportunity to tease me quite so expertly, as her fingers on my cock were demonstrating even as we spoke.
"So I figure that in order to get another blowjob, you'd be willing to give me those three hours."
"Well..."
"I'm still sure you'll enjoy it, too," she said.
Her logic was impeccable, and her hand on my cock had gotten tighter and slower as it had grown in response to her ministrations.
"You know what 'Fuck buddies' are, don't you Mike?" she asked, changing the subject a little, but not removing her hand.
"Well yeah."
"So, you asked me what I wanted from you, and, to be honest, that's the closest thing I can think of: the only thing that would change for us - that has already changed for us, really - is that we'd be spending some of our time together in bed, rather than on the pool table. Unless of course you want to take me on the pool table some time, as well."
The possibility hadn't previously occurred to me, but it was starting to!
"But we're not doing any actual
fucking
though, right now, are we." I said, as more of a statement than a question.
"Pretty damned close," she replied, slipping her hand down and caressing my balls. "And I can almost guaran-damn-tee that we will be, if you agree to my proposal.
