Making Amends 14

Kate looked at herself in the mirror before she left her apartment. She wanted to look good, but not too good.

Her hair was a rich mahogany color, and it fell down her shoulders in natural bouncy curls. She gathered it above her head with one hand and regarded it from different angles. She decided to leave it down and let go of it.

She adjusted the spaghetti straps on her maroon top to try to hide the straps from her bra. She thought it showed a little too much cleavage. She retrieved a black crocheted top and threw it on for an extra layer. It didn't exactly hide how well-endowed she was, but made it look less like she was trying to call attention to her assets.

She looked at her cream-colored shorts. They weren't too short, but she was tall and they showed off her long, shapely legs. They hugged the curves of her hips tightly, and she debated whether she should wear something less form-fitting. She decided to leave them on.

She put her glasses on, took them off, and put them on again. The lines of the glasses framed her amber eyes nicely and set off her sharp cheekbones. She thought she looked prettier with her glasses on, so she decided not to wear them. She went to her bathroom to put in her contact lenses and touch up her eyeliner.

She gave herself one final look in the mirror before she slipped on her canvas shoes and left to meet her old friend.

*****

Brittney was a childhood friend of Kate's. They grew up next door to each other. They had started walking within a month of one another. Kate lost her first tooth a week before Brittney's birthday, and Brittney's birthday wish was to lose her tooth too so they could do it together. When Kate was cut from their high school swim team, Brittney had quit too.

Kate had gone to college on the other side of the country, and they were apart for the first time. They didn't talk as much as they had thought they would, but they remained close. After college Kate moved to the city where Brittney lived and got an apartment in the same building, just one floor down from her.

On Kate's first night in her new home she met a cute guy named Randy by the mailboxes. They hit it off and had a drink together at a nearby bar. Kate didn't find out that Randy was Brittney's boyfriend until after she had slept with him. Kate had tried a thousand times to apologize and explain herself, but Brittney had moved out of the building and started ignoring her calls and texts.

Kate was grateful that Brittney had reached out about meeting her for coffee. She was willing to do anything at all to make amends with her friend.

*****

"Well, don't you look... nice," Brittney said, looking Kate up and down as she sat across from her at a table in a small coffee shop. Brittney was shorter than Kate, and her full figure looked chubby compared to her tall, skinny friend. Her brown hair was flat, without the luster or volume of Kate's.

"I'm so, so sorry, Britt," Kate said. She tried to reach for one of Brittney's hands, but she pulled it away. "I had no idea. You know that. You know I would never have done anything if I had known."

Brittney shook her head. "I think I finally realized it's always been like this. Like in high school when you knew I had a crush on Mark, but you started dating him anyway."

"He asked me out! I didn't go after him!"

"That doesn't matter. I've always been willing to do anything for you, but you've just done whatever you wanted. You weren't even willing to keep your pants on around my ex-boyfriend."

"But that's not what happened! I told you! I didn't know he was your boyfriend!"

"You knew I was dating a guy named Randy. You met him in the lobby of my apartment building." Brittney narrowed her eyes. "Did you even know his name when you fucked him?"

Kate looked down in shame.

"You slut! You just go around fucking guys at random and hope none of them are dating anyone you know?" Brittney had raised her voice, and a few people turned to look at them.

Kate wanted to yell back. She wanted to defend herself. She swallowed hard and decided that she wouldn't get anywhere by fighting with her friend.

"What can I do?" Kate pleaded. "What can I do to show you that I do care about you? That I want to make this right?"

Brittney sighed. "Actually, I have something in mind. That's why I reached out to you. Come back to my place and I'll explain the whole thing."

*****

Brittney explained her plan on the walk to her apartment. She told Kate that she had been seeing a new guy. After Randy cheated on her she was hesitant to trust another man.

She said that she had a date with him that evening. She wanted Kate to dress provocatively and wait with him in the living room while she got ready. If her new man crossed a line with Kate, she would end things with him.

The setup made Kate uncomfortable, but she felt like she couldn't refuse. She followed Brittney up the stairs of her apartment. Brittney retrieved a canvas tote bag from her bedroom.

"This is what I need you to wear tonight."

Kate looked in the bag and scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding? There's no way!"

"Fine," Brittney said flatly. "Goodbye, then. See you never."

"But... do you really want me to wear this? It's just so..."

Kate pulled the clothes out of the bag one-by-one to inspect them. First was a white pleated skirt that was too short to be worn outside of the bedroom. Next was a white crop top she wasn't sure would completely cover her breasts. This was followed by a black g-string thong and a pair of black fishnet stockings. Last she pulled out a pair of platform heels made from transparent plastic.

"A stripper would be embarrassed to wear this!" Kate protested.

"So, were you more covered up when you fucked Randy?" Brittney asked venomously.

"Well, I mean..." Kate squirmed. "But what happens after? Like, if he keeps his hands to himself and you guys keep dating, then I have to know he's seen me in this?" She held up one high heel and the thong for emphasis.

"Don't worry," Brittney said with a wicked smile. "He's not going to know it's you. I have something to show you in the living room."

Brittney's living room was tidy. There were two light-blue couches arranged in an L-shape. The two end tables, the coffee table, and the bookshelves against the walls were filled with books. There was a vase of small white flowers on a side-table.

On the far wall of the living room was an odd piece of furniture made from rough-cut plywood and black upholstery. It looked like a bench that came to waist height, with a cushioned, upholstered top. Fixed to the top of the bench was a box, with a curtain of black vinyl ribbons across its entrance.

"What is that?" Kate asked suspiciously.

"That's for you," Brittney replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "You lean into the box, and you'll be hidden from the waist up. Nobody ever needs to know it was you."

"You want me to... What? Are you kidding?" When Kate saw the seriousness in her friend's eyes she added, "what the fuck is that? Why do you even have something like that?"

"Look," Brittney said, putting her hands up in front of her, "you fucked my last boyfriend, and you didn't even know who he was. Now I'm asking you to not fuck this new guy I'm seeing, and he won't know who you are."

"But... you want him to see my ass? Basically naked? And what will he think of you when he sees this?"

"Is that a 'no'?" Brittney asked coldly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

*****

Kate spent the afternoon in a bar around the corner. She couldn't believe she had agreed to do this, and she couldn't go back sober. A few guys tried to talk to her while she drank alone, but she dismissed them bruskly.

When she stood up to return to Brittney's apartment she swayed and stumbled. She had some difficulty fitting Brittney's spare key into the outside door of the building, and the stairs were challenging for her to navigate.

She dropped Kate's spare keys in a bowl by the door, then picked up the bag with her outfit for the evening. She changed in Brittney's bathroom. She was scared to see herself in the mirror, but she looked anyway to check her makeup.

She touched up her makeup, and noticed how visible her dark nipples were through the thin white fabric of her top. She tried to pull the hem down to cover her entire breasts. It wasn't long enough, and the way the cloth rubbed on her nipples made her squirm.

She wished her nipples weren't so hard. The nervous anticipation was intoxicating, and it was amplified by the alcohol in her system.

She investigated the box. It was too dark to see anything inside. She found two short loops that felt like they were made from the same material as seatbelts. Her imagination conjured up reasons why a person might need those.

Kate decided she needed another drink. She explored the kitchen. She found a bag of chips and a vegetable platter on the counter. There was an unopened bottle of tequila next to them. She found a six pack of beer in the fridge, still in its cardboard case. It looked like Brittney was preparing to have people over.

Kate peeled the plastic wrapping from the top of the tequila bottle. She started to look for a glass, but the sound of keys in the door startled her. She took a long swig from the bottle, then rushed to the box in the living room.

Her platform heels clomped loudly on the hardwood floor, but she didn't know how to make them quieter. When she shoved herself into the box, her head spun and she felt like she might throw up.

She opened her eyes. When she drank until the world spun before, she found she could manage things by fixing her gaze on something far away. In the box there was nothing but blackness, and it took a long time for the spinning sensation to become manageable.

The nervous anticipation was exhilarating. She didn't know if they could see her yet, and her skin tingled at the feeling of it. She listened for some clue as to where they were.

She heard the front door open. She thought she could feel a breeze on her exposed ass, but she wasn't sure. She could hear Brittney and a man talking. They talked softly, and a rush of blood to Kate's ears drowned them out.

She thought she heard soft, padded footsteps. There was a slight creek from a floorboard, and she strained to hear where it came from.

She felt herself squirm. Something about the excitement of being so exposed had aroused her, and she was uncomfortably aware of how wet and sensitive her pussy was. The thin waistband of her g-string felt like it was biting into her. She gripped the loops to steady herself.

She was sure she could hear breathing. She had no doubt it was a man's breathing, and it was close. A second later she couldn't hear it, and she was sure it had just been her nerves. She tried not to squirm or move.

She felt the man touch her ass. The gentle touch of his fingertips was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, and let a hard, ragged breath out through her nose. His touch lasted only a second.

This was it! This was all Brittney had wanted her to do. She wanted to pop out from the box, but she was too terrified. She would let Brittany stop him.

The next touch was a gentle stroke along the crease where one thigh met her ass. She felt her knees buckle. She pulled hard on the loops to keep herself up. The touch went away in a second.

Brittney must still be in the other room. She would put an end to this soon, once she was back.

She felt something between her legs. It was too thick and blunt to be a finger. This could only be Brittney's new boyfriend rubbing his cock on her. Stroking her swollen, sensitive labia through the thin fabric of her panties.

Kate opened her mouth to say something. She would yell to get Brittney's attention, she thought. Only she didn't want him to hear her voice. And she wasn't ready for the sensation to end.

She opened her mouth and gasped as his cock ran up and down her barely-covered pussy. This wasn't her fault. She was doing what Brittney wanted. Brittney would be back in the room any second and see that she hadn't done anything wrong.

Fingers reached down to pull the thong aside, and the cock slipped in-between her underwear and her swollen pussy. She felt too warm, too wet. She tried to think, but her brain was too clouded by alcohol.

The cock slid out of her underwear. Nothing was touching her skin, and it was unbearable. She was back to being tense, alert for any sound, anticipating the next touch.

She heard the fridge door open. There was a tearing off cardboard and the fridge door closed. She heard the pop and hiss of a beer can opening. She thought she might try to steal a look at the man while he was distracted, but by the time she thought of it, it was already too late.

She heard a thunk that resonated in the box. Did he put a beer on top of it?

She felt a hand between her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but they were too weak and didn't respond. Another hand pulled her panties to the side, and she felt him caress the lips of her moist, swollen pussy.

She wanted to say something but couldn't. She took too long to think that she could reach down to stop him. She let go of the loop she was holding with her right hand.

She felt two fingers slide inside of her. She pounded the padded bench next to herself with her free right hand. She trembled and gasped. She fumbled in the dark for the loop, and pulled it tight when she found it.

When his fingers slid out of her pussy she whimpered. His touch was more than she could bear, but the absence of his touch was also more than she could bear. Her inability to see anything amplified every sensation. Her whole world was the feeling of his knuckles on her thigh and the sharpness where her panties dug into her flesh as he held them to the side.

When she felt his cock press against the opening of her pussy, she had finally had enough. She had to stop him. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words turned into a garbled cry as his cock filled her.

He let go of her panties and grabbed her hips with both hands. He started to thrust in and out of her. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out again.

Kate heard the front door open and close again. She pushed herself to and hit her head on the top of the box. Was that Brittney? She had almost forgotten about Brittney. Was she leaving?

Kate had started to forget she was waiting for Brittney to come and stop her new boyfriend. Had she seen them having sex, and instead of confronting him she just left? Kate heard the wet squishing sounds her pussy was making around his cock and felt freshly ashamed.

She felt his right hand move down her hip and slide along the crease where her thigh met her body. Fingers slid under her panties. She squirmed, hoping to somehow get away from them without moving.

When the fingers found her clit she cried out loudly. The sound reverberated in the dark of the box. Her knees gave out entirely and she collapsed against the padded bench.

She thought she heard a zipper. Was he taking off a jacket? His hands hadn't left her, and the zipping sound was too brief. Her head throbbed and the fingers on her clit caused a mounting pressure to build up inside of her.

The cock stopped thrusting. The fingers left her clit. The cock slid out of her. She had been close to an orgasm, and needed it back inside her. Kate whimpered and pushed her hips back.

A few seconds later she felt his fingers under the sides of her panties. He pulled them over her hips and left them stretched across her upper thighs. She felt the air on her exposed, wet pussy.

Kate's abs tensed as she braced for his cock to slide back into her. When he didn't, the anticipation was a tangible tightness throughout her. Her body trembled. Her head and her pussy throbbed.

The feeling of his cock-head on her pussy was an intense relief. She gasped loudly, then bit back down on her lower lip. The head parted the lips of her pussy and rested just inside her. His hands found her hips again. He made her wait a few more agonizing seconds before he pushed it back inside her.

He was different this time. He was pushing down on her hips, not just pulling back. His thrusts felt different, too. It was like he was thrusting at more of an upward angle, rubbing harder on her pubic bone. His cock somehow felt more curved, like it was pressing up towards her spine in a way out hadn't before.

She wanted him to touch her clit again. She wanted to beg him to touch her clit again. She didn't dare say anything. She remembered that it was important for her to stay quiet, but it was hard for her to think of why.

Brittney! Brittney was going to stop this. Brittney's new boyfriend would never know this was her. He would never know he had been fucking her. He would never know that he had almost made her cum. That she needed him to make her cum.

Kate had never orgasmed from penetration. She needed his fingers back on her clit, but she couldn't beg him for it. The way his cock rubbed against the front wall of her pussy felt amazing. Maybe if she could get more of that, she would be okay.

Kate tried to tilt her hips down. She didn't have much freedom to move, and she felt like he moved down when she did. She braced her hands against the front of the box and pushed back. She tried to twist her hips to maximize that incredible feeling.

She didn't feel anywhere close to orgasm, but she was lost in the amazing feeling. After about a minute she heard the front door open and close again. A few seconds later she heard a man's voice.

"Is that her?"

Kate froze. Her whole body was tense. She vibrated, and she was sure she was about to throw up.

"Don't worry who she is," Brittney's voice said after a long pause. "Don't even think of her as a person. She's just a hole for you to fuck."

Kate couldn't understand what that meant. She felt like those were just words that didn't mean anything when they were put together. It took her a few more seconds to start to make sense of them. Had Brittney brought her over so her boyfriend could fuck her?

The cock started sliding in and out of her again. She was horrified. Disgusted. She had never felt so ashamed and degraded. She wanted to say something to stop this. Only...

Only Brittney still hadn't said who she was. She clung to the hope that this would all be over soon Brittney would dump this guy, and she could pretend it had never happened.

After a few more pumps, the cock pulled out of her again. She felt a slap on her ass that made it jiggle. She choked on her shame.

"I warmed her up for you."

Was that a different man's voice? How could that be? Kate thought she heard appreciative chuckles in response. She was sure she heard the zipper again. What did it mean? Her mind had nearly shut down from panic and she couldn't understand.

She felt hands grab her hips again, and pull her back. She took a stumbling step backwards, her platform heels clomping loudly on the floor. The left hand let go of her hip, and grabbed the waistband of her skirt up at her lower back. He pulled the skirt down until his hand was at the cleft of her ass and the skirt was snug around her.

She felt the cock go back into her. It was different. It seemed to fill her up more, to stretch her out more. She didn't feel the upward curve or the upward thrusting. It pushed all the way into her and she moaned involuntarily. It pulled most of the way out and stayed there for a second.

She heard the pop and hiss of another can opening. A second later she felt a smack on her left ass cheek. She could still feel the man's right hand on her hip and his left hand on her skirt at the top of her ass crack. She thought that it might be Brittney, and knew that it wasn't.

A strong, masculine hand reached inside the box to fondle her left breast. It squeezed and cupped her for a few seconds, then left. The man behind her started thrusting again.