Aileen's eyes seemed to dance with excitement as they scanned my face. She was a young, beautiful Chinese girl raised in America. Her dark eyes always captivated me. She had finished high school a year ago and after a year off to work and save money she was ready to start university. I had offered her a tour of the campus since I'd already been there for over four years (career student at the time).
I had long suspected she had a crush on me but I was never sure. Now as she pranced around me all excited it was hard to deny. Her long straight black hair framing her round face and that wonderful sweet smile made my insides flutter a bit. The warm weather meant both of us were wearing shorts and hers showed off her toned legs and white, flawless skin perfectly. I needed to get those thoughts out of my head. Aileen was my best friend's girlfriend. John and Aileen had been off and on for the first couple months and now he was on a one-week work trip.
We were done with the tour and looking for lunch. Being students, I offered her a chance to save some money - I'd make her lunch at my place. My roommate wasn't due to return for the fall semester for a few days so we'd have the place to ourselves. It wasn't anything fancy but her eyes seemed to absorb my every movement as I walked around the kitchen, chopping up vegetables, boiling noodles, and made a quick Chinese style noodle dish.
Our conversation was sprinkled with laughter and lots of flirting; mostly from her. But I didn't mind. In fact I probably encouraged it. I gave her a quick tour of my small apartment. When we reached my bedroom she changed subjects.
"Last week when John took us to watch that movie, Basic Instinct, weren't you shocked at the amount of sex and nudity in it?" she asked. (Yes, this happened a while ago.)
"A bit, but it did play an important part in the story telling and the overall mystery." I replied, warily, knowing full well that John and I knew perfectly well what was in the movie.
"Did you find that sexy at all?" Aileen's face started blushing slightly upon saying those words. Her light complexion made it hard to cover up.
"Well, it was hard not to with such beautiful actresses on the screen". I hoped that was a safe enough answer.
"What would you do if you had me handcuffed to the top of the bed?" She looked mischievously at me and stretched her hands out towards me, clasped, wrists together. Her hands were inches away from my chest. My heart went into overdrive. I stared at her beautiful hands, pretended to wrap them with a rope, winked and said, "You're crazy! John would kill me!"
Aileen's hands got closer and softly pressed up against my chest and she quietly said "John's not here... but you are...".
Her face was so close. My mind began to protest. John was a loyal guy. So was I. But as the electricity from her hands spread on my chest I leaned in to kiss her soft supple lips. I had imagined what this would have felt like for so many months.
Our kisses became more urgent, her hands still up against my chest, my hands stroking her back... I backed off first, looked at her and reached back to grab my bathrobe. I pulled the sash from it and asked her to give her hands to me. I softly tied them together with the terry cloth sash and led her to my bed.
I was a bit nervous but managed to sound confident when I said, "Lie down. You'll find out what I'd do to you if you want it."
She lay down. Her face looked happy but her eyes were filled with a bit of fear mixed with desire. I tied her hands up and at top of my bed. It was loose. If she'd really wanted to it would have been easy for her to escape. But she lay before me, my willing partner in crime and passion.
I moved my head down and resumed kissing her. She started probing with her tongue which was a new sensation for me. I didn't have much experience with girls. John was the handsome one in our group of friends, always getting female attention. And here his beautiful young girlfriend was, on my bed, kissing me back with passion.
"Are you sure you want more? We can always stop", I said, hoping to give her a chance to back out. Deep down, I knew I didn't want to stop. Her answer was to continue kissing me. Emboldened, my hand started caressing her outstretched arms. She started squirming, being ticklish. We stopped kissing as she squealed.
Her squeals stopped as my hands reached her neck and shoulders, slowly descending to just above her breasts... Damn it. I should have taken her top off first before tying her up...
I felt her breasts above her bra, her eyes locked onto mine, her mouth slightly agape. I went lower, caressing her stomach over her t-shirt before quickly going underneath and feeling that beautiful smooth skin on her belly. My finger tips continued their slow methodical caressing.
"You are so beautiful". I meant it too. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Don't stop, keep going."
I went down to her shorts and felt both legs with my hands, her toned thighs and calves getting most of my attention. I was reveling in her smooth skin. As I ventured up I dared to poke a finger into her shorts, so close to her crotch. Her eyes remained closed, her mouth opening wider. I felt a bit further in, feeling the beginnings of her panties. I could feel the heat and some dampness. As my right hand rubbed outside of her shorts above her pussy, my left hand began slowly lifting her shirt so that I could see her belly.
Her flat stomach with hints of abs showing through made my cock ache. I leaned over and started kissing her belly. I stopped for a moment, hearing her breathing coming more rapidly.
I repositioned myself and lifted her shirt up higher with both hands, exposing her up past her bra. Her breasts were held in place by that lacy white bra. I reached behind her back, trying to loosen her bra.
She laughed... "You haven't done this much have you?"
