"Has she still not told you the combination?" Belinda exclaimed.
Kate looked up from the kitchen stool. Her blonde hair hung untidily over her white tee-shirt as she nursed her handover by sucking coffee through a straw. Kate had always loved piercing and had rings in her ears, nipples and labia. Her latest additions were two facial piercings through her top and bottom lips and the previous evening, during a game of dares, Belinda's daughter, Sophie, had slipped a small combination padlock through them both.
Kate smiled dreamily and mumbled incoherently through her padlocked lips. The padlock's shackle was so small, and her lips pinned so tightly together, that cutting her free from the lock would be almost impossible.
"Have you tried her birthday?" Belinda muttered, perching her jeans on the edge of the table and turning the five small dials attached to her friend's face.
*
They both looked up when Sophie finally sauntered into the kitchen, her long brushed hazelnut hair glinting in the sunlight. The twenty-three year old was wearing only a grey lowcut singlet and bright pink underwear, she plonked herself down on the stool next to Kate.
"Oh yeah, I didn't unlock you, did I," Sophie's voice was gravelly.
Kate turned her pouting lips expectantly.
"Oh, coffee first," Sophie rasped.
Kate and her blatant pink underwear bounced up and over to the coffee machine.
"Sophie!" her mum exclaimed.
Sophie swirled her hips around, leaning on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee cradled in both hands.
"Sophie, I can't believe you left Kate like this all night."
Sophie just shrugged and sipped through freshly glossed lips.
"Unlock her now!" Belinda ordered, mindful that her headstrong daughter rarely complied.
"Why? She hasn't asked me to."
"You're being a brat."
"But Kate loves piercings."
Not padlocked together," her mother replied.
"Well, I think she looks cool," Sophie replied, "and I'm the only one with the code."
Sophie rolled her hips as she strutted back to perch on the table in front of Kate. She grinned from behind the safety of her cup as Kate ran her fingertips across Sophie's bare thigh and around the hem of her provocative lingerie.
"Stop it, Katie," Belinda exclaimed, "She's only doing this to get your attention."
"Thank you, sweetie," Sophie whispered, delighted by how quickly she was antagonising her mother. She swept back her freshy washed hair and leaned forward to reward her mute friend with a kiss on her padlocked lips.
"Don't encourage her Katie, she'll never let you out!"
"But only I have the combination," Sophie whispered almost threateningly until she let out an endearing giggle.
Belinda sighed as Kate started to massage Sophie's feet with their perfectly manicured red painted nails.
"Wanna hang out Katie?" Sophie whispered.
Belinda just held her hands up in frustration as the besotted blonde followed her daughter back upstairs.
*
Sophie bounced down on her bed, lying on her back with her feet drawn up and her legs apart. Kate watched her intently, her fascination for the wrong kind of men now replaced with a fascination for the giggly girl with the mischievous padlock. She watched the daughter's expectant look, before typing a message on her phone, 'Bel will be mad!!!'
"Yes, she will," Sophie giggled.
Kate tried to reply but ended up just growling in reply.
"Kiss me here..." Sophie's whispered, her long hazelnut hair spraying out as she rolled her legs from side to side, "I'm not a girl anymore."
Kate loved to play with both guys and girls and had notoriously little self-control, but Belinda was her friend. She turned the padlock dials again.
"Just friends," Sophie breathed, hooking a bare foot around Kate's neck to pull her close.
Now Kate's head was close enough to be enveloped between Sophie's soft thighs. The warm, damp silk that pulled between the bratty girl's legs dangerously close. Kate's own uncontrollable arousal was building as her padlocked lips moved in to press against the pink fabric.
"I want to experience it with a woman," Sophie mouthed.
Kate tried to push her tongue out through the corner of her mouth, but the padlock meant that only the tip protruded. She hummed a few sounds and looked up with puppy dog blue eyes.
Sophie's animated body thrusted noisily as she tried to pull down her own underwear, but Kate stopped her, her kisses retreating down Sophie's thigh.
"Okay," Sophie whispered, her body disappointed not to feel her cool friend's intimate touch.
Sophie knelt up on the bed with Kate's head framed between her legs. She could see frustration in Kate's pleading blue eyes.
"Okay, let me tell my secret this way," Sophie whispered, reaching forward to pop the buttons on Kate's worn blue jeans. She straddled Kate's head, her body temptingly hovering above Kate's lips as she arched her hips forward and pressed her lips into Kate's grey underwear.
"This is your number," Sophie mouthed, the tip of her tongue dancing across Kate's sheer satin lingerie as it spelt out the padlock combination.
Kate minimal resistance was falling fast. She wanted to cry out in delight, only for her moans to be dampened by both the padlock and Sophie's body that had now settled hopefully on her mouth.
Kate's will power was failing, her body was trembling from Sophie touch as she tried everything not to orgasm in Sophie's face She couldn't stop her wayward hips bucking and thrusting upwards as Sophie's tongue repeated the combination.
"Freedom," Sophie mouthed, rolling over to allow Kate to stand.
Kate didn't know how to feel about this girl. She glanced at her briefly and then clambered over to the mirror to try the combination she thought she had felt. She tugged at the lock, her lips breaking into a pursed smile as the lock refused to open.
*
The combination padlock still was firmly locked, with its combination existing only behind Sophie's smiling eyes, as the two friend went out to lunch. Kate sat patiently behind her mask as Sophie ate and then sat silently in the car as Sophie drove them home.
The predicament was now starting to drive Kate to distraction, and she played with the lock at every opportunity.
"Eees?" Kate hummed as they arrived home.
Sophie giggled, her body excited by the look of both arousal and utter frustration in Kate's eyes.
Suddenly Kate grabbed her wrist and led her to the large lounge and the open smother box. Sophie was laughing too much to resist and giggled uncontrollably as Kate closed the lid and locked it with her worn blue jeans. Sophie's body flailed madly as Kate reached forward to tickle her prey. With Sophie exhausted, Kate edged back on her red padded seat.
"Take your jeans off Katie!" Sophie's eyes beamed up.
Kate moaned out in exasperation through her muted mouth. Sophie was becoming impossible to resist.
"Well only if you want that padlock off," Sophie giggled while wriggling free of her own denim shorts and underwear.
Kate stood up and wriggled out of her jeans, straightened her high cut blue underwear and dropped down heavily on to Sophie's face. Immediately, Sophie's tongue tried to penetrate her. It felt wonderful, but she had to resist for Belinda's sake if nothing else.
Kate shuffled forward, leaving Sophie's tongue blindly exploring between her cheeks. Kate reached forward to tickle the headless girl while desperately trying to shout, 'tell me the code.' With the tickle torture over, she slid back to hear the answer from Sophie's flushed face.
"What you say?" Sophie giggled, her tongue again searching.
Kate moaned out in complete frustration. Having a besotted girl in the smother box was dangerously tempting, yet still she slid forward, locked her knees together to leave Sophie's tongue floundering between her cheeks. But even that too felt nice and the constant bouncing of Sophie's lock against her lips was pushing her over the edge.
Kate hummed an incomprehensible sentence.
"You know I can't understand I word!"
"Mmm...Mmm."
Finally, Kate conceded, pulling aside her panties and dropping down on Sophie's giggling lips. Kate thrusted desperately against the lid, willing Sophie deeper and then hummed loudly as she orgasmed. 'Fuck' she thought to herself as her best friend's daughter's wet lips panted up at her through the smother box seat.
*
Sophie waited patiently, unable to do anything until the Irish woman's damp crotch lifted from the lid. When she did, Sophie climbed out and led Kate over to the couch.
"Okay, if you really want your freedom," Sophie breathed, turning the dials and popping open the lock.
Like magic, Kate opened her mouth, the padlock pulling free of her lower lips as she stretched her jaw, "Wow, Soph. So intense," she cried hoarsely.
"Can't believe you trapped me in the box," Sophie teased coyly.
"You padlocked my fucking mouth," Kate's Irish lilt was back.
"I'm sorry."
"I know you're bi, but your mum really doesn't want us to do this," Kate breathed.
