Laura pulled against the scarves which bound her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. They allowed no more than an inch of movement. The pillow under her hips raised her ass and displayed her nude form in a most inviting way. Her face was down against a pillow, her breathing had become short and shallow and she had to admit that she was incredibly turned on. She heard a sound from across the room as John retrieved something from the closet. "How did I get myself into this?" she asked herself. Then immediately replied, "Just lucky, I guess."
She had first seen John in her American Lit class at the beginning of the Spring semester, about six weeks earlier. He was the type of man Laura would notice: several inches taller than her own 5' 8", light brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong, firm physical build. Of course since coming from a small town to college to begin her freshman year the previous semester, Laura had begun to notice a lot of men. The selection on a large campus was definitely better than in a small town. The female competition was also a lot stronger here, but Laura knew she wasn't totally outclassed. Her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes added to her height, long legs, and well proportion figure to make most men look twice at her. Walking between classes on a campus where classes might be as much as a mile apart kept her long legs well toned and Laura was not afraid to show them off with short skirts or fitted pants during the colder weather. Her 36C top also held their attention.
During the second week of class the professor had asked them to divide themselves into groups for a research project. It didn't take too much work on Laura's part to get herself included in John's group. From there things progressed easily until the next weekend he asked her out to a movie. A couple of more dates, a little heavy necking and by the middle of February they were in bed.
John proved to be a good lover. Actually it seemed that way to Laura, but in reality she didn't have too much to compare with - only a handful of others. But he was never over demanding, never tried to push her too fast, and always seemed to be interested in seeing that she received the maximum possible pleasure. A couple of times as they were making love, he actually held her back, both physically and emotionally. He loved long, intense foreplay and was slowly running his tongue around her nipples and up and down her breasts when she tried to get him to enter her. "Not quite yet," he said and held her hands above her head and continued to work his tongue magic for several more minutes until Laura was nearly ready to scream. When he finally did plunge into her, her pleasure and orgasm were more that she had ever felt.
The next weekend they stayed in John's apartment to watch videos and soon began necking heavily. Before long John had her shirt opened and was once again sucking and licking her nipples. As he reached up and held her hands and continued his attack, Laura plainly became more excited. "You like having your hands held, don't you?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she admitted. "It seems to turn me on. Maybe because I feel a little out of control."
"Tell you what. Let's try something."
"What do you have in mind?" Laura asked.
"Do you trust me?" he replied.
Laura hesitated a second before replying. "Yes, but I still want to know what you're planning before I say OK."
"But that might spoil the surprise. I'll make you a deal. I won't tell you exactly what I have in mind just yet, but I promise I won't do anything to hurt you or anything you really don't want me to. If I start something you don't want, just say 'I really don't want this. Please quit" and I'll stop right then. How does that sound?"
While they had been talking John had still been playing with her nipples and running his hand up and down the inside of her thighs. This of course didn't do anything to cool Laura off, so she agreed, "OK. As long as you'll stop if I ask."
With that John stood, picking Laura up in his arms. "Nice muscles," she thought to herself as he carried her into the bedroom.
They continued necking and petting, and without her realizing exactly when, Laura found herself completely naked. John laid her on the bed on her back. While still fondling her breasts, he reached into a night stand and brought out a couple of long silk scarves. "I want to tie your hands. I promise not to hurt you, but you know how it turns you on when I hold your hands down. This will just be a continuation. OK?"
Laura's breathing was shallow and she knew she was already soaking wet. The idea of having her hands restrained both excited and scared her. She could only nod.
John had also lost most of his clothes, but was still wearing a pair of dark blue briefs. He straddled her body on the bed, one leg on each side of her stomach. He stretched her right hand above her and used the scarf to bind it to the corner of the bed. After stopping to lick and suck her nipples again, he repeated the process with her left hand.
For the next forty-five minutes - it seemed like a week to Laura - John caressed, licked, sucked, kissed and otherwise stimulated her to the brink of orgasm again, again, and again. Finally when she thought she could hardly move from sheer exhaustion, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and plunged deeply into her. She found she was not really too exhausted to move. Her climax made all her previous ones seem like naps. Her second, third and forth orgasms were nearly as strong. When John finally came and she felt his juices spurting into her, Laura came a fifth time. Afterward John released her and they fell asleep holding each other.
Laura's birthday was the second of March and John took her to one of the better restaurants in the city. Afterwards they went to a play put on by the University Players. The performance was very good, the acting professional, and the play - a risque comedy - only increased the good feeling. By this time both John and Laura were becoming aroused and when John suggested they return to his apartment, Laura was only too ready to comply.
