The Penalty Box

This is part ten of the ongoing Friends series. Each story can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends.

The timeline in this chapter overlaps with the story in chapter 9, It Takes Two, It starts just after Tim and Audrey leave Alan and Lisa's condo where a todo over Audrey coming on too strongly to Alan upset both Lisa and Tim. This chapter is told from Audrey's perspective.

Warning: the first third of this story has almost no sex and is somewhat depressing. The sex comes back in the second half, so I hope it is worth reading through to that part. This chapter is one shorter than most because I decided to split the original part ten into two stories. I could have released this in either Exhibitionist and Voyeur or Group Sex, I decided on the former because that is the overall dominant theme in the series.

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It was an icy walk back to our new apartment. Not the weather, which was a beautiful August day, rather our emotions. Usually, Tim and I would walk hand in hand, but not today.

Lisa had gotten upset at how much attention Alan, her husband, and I were paying each other. The four of us had what was often a very sexually charged atmosphere at their condo, what I refer to as the condo of sin. We had agreed to a set of rules that prohibited me fucking Alan, but we were supposed to be able to do pretty much anything short of that as long as everyone else was present.

But Lisa had told me to stop. Our rules say anyone can call a halt to the proceedings at any time, so she was allowed to do it. I may have snarked at her about stopping it, but that is not a federal crime. Everyone else assumed I was about to fuck Alan, I think even Alan. Maybe I was. I really do want to.

Alan was a more than willing partner, but he got no grief and sided with his wife. Tim and I have only been engaged for about two weeks. He is supposed to take my side, not help gang up on me.

We arrive at the apartment after our two block stroll, never having a said a word to each other. The apartment is still full of boxes. I only moved my stuff in on Wednesday, Tim Friday.

"I'll start in on the kitchen boxes, if you want to tackle more of your boxes in the bedroom and bathroom," Tim says, no compassion in his voice.

We work in our own rooms for several hours. I am down to one combined box of stuff I am not sure what to do with. I head out to the kitchen. He has some piles of stuff on the counter, but the boxes are gone.

"I wasn't sure how you wanted to arrange some of this. Since you are more of a cook than I am, I figured you should have the say," he says.

This atmosphere is killing me. We usually don't go ten minutes without hugging or kissing.

"I don't really care about that. We need to talk about this morning," I say.

"I am still trying to process things in my head," Tim says, "I mostly have a lot of questions. We had agreed to rules. We all know you would have fucked Alan if Lisa hadn't stopped it. If we get married, do I need to keep a chaperone following you around so you don't fuck the mailman and the next door neighbor and who knows who else. Can I ever trust you?"

He said 'if we get married'. We were starting to plan our wedding. There were no ifs, just whens and where's and who's coming. Never an if. Did I destroy everything? Lisa asked me if I was willing to destroy my relationship with Tim. Oh my god, have I done that?

"I think I am going in the other room to play something for a while and calm down," Tim says.

I sit at the kitchen/dining room table. I start crying. Did I ruin my friendship with Lisa too?

I decide to text her:

still friends?

A moment later, I get back:

4ever

and then

c u @ lunch - news for you

That cheers me up at least a little. I am not alone in the world.

I settle in on the piles of stuff Tim had left on the counter. He just has no instinct of what you would use together when cooking. I can't cook like Alan does, but I am at least competent in the kitchen. Tim can barely manage to keep himself fed. That's still better than Lisa, who would just whine until someone fed her. She has no idea how good she has it.

As I finish putting this stuff away, I realize I am hungry. Alan had fed us a wonderful brunch this morning, but that was hours ago. And I had been working hard all afternoon, working up an appetite. Tim too.

I realize we don't have much food in the apartment yet. I call in to the spare bedroom, where Tim is playing whatever on his computer or console or something, "I'm going to run to the store to stock the fridge. Do you need anything?"

No response. Well, I will get what I think we need and maybe food will improve his mood.

I make a quick run to the store, uneventfully. I have decided to make spaghetti for dinner. It's quick, easy, and I know Tim likes it.

Once food is on the table, I get Tim to come in to eat. We have a polite, civil conversation during dinner, but nothing loving or caring. Not how I thought our first real meal in our first apartment together would go.

Tim clears the dishes after we have finished eating and works on cleaning up. I watch him for a minute and then go sit on the couch and turn on the TV. After a few minutes, he sits on the couch with me, or at least on the same couch as me. He is sitting as far away from me on the couch as he can.

A while later, Tim gets up, without saying anything and heads towards the bedroom. I turn off the TV and trot after him. We both get undressed and climb into bed. But he rolls away from me. I curl around him and stroke his chest and reach down to his cock, feeling it grow in my grasp.

He grumbles something like, "If you really insist," and rolls over towards me.

He pushes me onto my back and pushes my legs apart. He rolls on top of me and pushes his big cock into me. I am un-lubricated and not ready for the intrusion yet, especially of something that sized, but he pushes in anyway. I say, "Ow! That hurts."

"Make your mind up."

He rolls back away from me. I roll away from him and start to cry.

He is gone when I wake up. I text Lisa:

Can I come over before work?

Sure

then

Are you okay?

I reply

No

I throw on my jeans and tee and grab my work clothes and head over. I am crying by the time I get to her condo.

"What's wrong," Lisa asks, running over to give me a hug.

"Tim doesn't want to marry me anymore. Everything's ruined. I ruined everything."

I am sobbing uncontrollably by this point.

She comforts me as best she can as I try to recount what happened yesterday after we left her condo.

"Maybe, he will feel better tonight after some time," she suggests.

"Maybe."

"Do you want to call in sick to work today?"

"No, I think I need work to still have something. And thank you for still being my friend. I had worried myself that I had burned that bridge yesterday too."

"I will always be here for you. Doesn't look like you've had your morning shower yet. Why don't you soak in the shower for a while and get dressed. I will make a new pot of coffee and then we can drive in together this morning."

I do feel a little better after the shower. Maybe he will be over it by tonight. It's his karate night, so I won't see him until late. Alan works late, so Lisa and I usually have dinner together on Mondays.

Lisa talks to me about her trips this week. We talk about this past Friday's lunch with the two other partner's to be. And what we want to do in this week's lunch with them. Trying to keep me focused away from Tim, which is probably a good idea.

At lunch, I remember that she had said she had news for me.

"Anne, my art teacher, does want you to model. Sunday afternoon, three weeks from yesterday. We had a model yesterday, not nude. But I really liked drawing her. I drew a portrait of Alan last night. I will have to show you drawings tonight. I think you are really going to like modeling."

The rest of lunch and the afternoon went by in a blur. I got work done, but I wasn't completely present, emotionally or intellectually. Lisa finally comes by and asks if I am ready to go, so we leave for the day.

On the drive home, Lisa explains that Alan had made enough for dinner last night to feed us tonight too. So we head straight to their condo.

While we are eating the leftover Cacciatore, which is as good as Alan's cooking always is, Lisa shows me her sketches from yesterday. The first several are almost good, except for the one she tried to skip over. That one looked like I had drawn it. But each isn't quite right.

The picture from the waist up of the model sitting in just a tube top or a bra, is really good. Except for one part. She is right, something is off on the elbows.

Then she turns to the one of the model from behind. This one is incredibly sexy. She points out that she added in the subtle outlines of her labia visible as the fabric is pulled across her privates. I had not noticed the detail, but it really does make you stare at her privates. It really might be more erotic than a photograph from the same position would be, even if she were nude.

"Mary, the model, took a picture of this one," Lisa explains, "She thought her boyfriend might frame a copy to put on the wall. Anne wants me to sell it in the Art League Store. She thought $100 would be an easy price."

"That is an incredible picture. I want to go up and start licking her pussy," I say.

"There was a wet spot slowly appearing on her crotch as I was drawing. I decided not to include it. Anne asked me if I had done that intentionally. When I saw that spot, I was thinking about how exciting it would be to have all those people staring at me. I think my arousal is part of why the picture came out so erotically."

"You say I get to model in three weeks? I am getting wet now thinking about it."

Her last drawing of the model was good, but did not capture the eroticism that the earlier picture had.

She then shows me the portrait of Alan she had drawn last night. It is really good too. Probably better than the one from the class, but not as sexy. She says Alan is going to have it framed and hang it in his office.

I ask Lisa if she would like to draw me. She tells me to stay seated, while she makes quick sketches from several different directions before she settles on one of me in profile. She pulls my hair down over my shoulder and turns my head slightly and then says to freeze. It seems to take forever, and she has to scold me to keep still a few times, but when she finally shows it to me, it is really nice.

"I really wanted to try drawing Mary's breasts yesterday, but she was wearing the bra. Can I try doing one of your breast? I know we are trying to behave, but I think a little modeling with no touching should be okay."

"I would love to model my boob for you."

"Okay, unbutton all but your bottom button on your blouse. Now pull the blouse most the way open. Lean forward just a little bit. And freeze."

This one is not quite as slow. Watching her eyes, I think she is just drawing the opening in my blouse. I guess boobs are easier to draw than faces.

She shows me this drawing. It is all about my breast, framed on two sides by my open blouse. The collar of the blouse is off the top of the picture, while the one button holding my blouse partially closed is just off the bottom edge.

But the entire breast is shown, along with my areola and nipple. The details she put in are stunning. Even the way the blouse hangs looks good.

"Tim is probably home by now, so I should go. Thanks for your support. This was a fun evening."

I am in the best mood I have been in since the blow up yesterday morning.

"Hopefully, Tim is in a better place now. You can take these over to show him, but I want them back to show Anne on Sunday. After that, you can keep either of them if you want."

I walk back to our new apartment. Tim is already there.

He snaps at me as I come in, "How many orgasms did you get tonight? Did she eat you out or just feel you up?"

"For your information, we had a nice dinner and then I did some modeling for her."

"Oh is modeling what you are calling it now?"

"If that is what you think of me now, have this back!", I scream, throwing my ring at him. "That should be able to buy some whores who you won't need to worry about warming up."

I stomp off and slam the door of our bedroom. I pull out my phone, text Lisa:

It's not better -- it's worse

I hear the phone buzz back, but I just turn the phone off and lie in bed and cry myself to sleep.

Tim is gone before I get up. It looks like he slept in his old bed. It also looks like he looked at the two drawings I had brought to show him.

I turn my phone back on. There are a bunch of messages from Lisa asking if I am okay. I text her back

I'm ok. I am coming over to your place before work again.

I think I am actually better this morning than I was yesterday. It feels over now.

I talk with Lisa about what is happening. We decide that she will take me over to our apartment after work and I can pack up enough stuff to stay at their condo for a while. She warns me that she has a 6:30 flight Wednesday morning, so I am on my own for work tomorrow.

Work is mostly a blur. I cry a few times in my office, but I mostly manage to get work done. I notice Marty go in and talk to Lisa. Later Michelle goes in. But no one bothers me at all.

After work, Lisa drops me off at my apartment so I can go in and grab things while she waits in the car. When I get to the front door, there is a single red rose leaning against it. I pick it up and open the door. I see more roses. And then many more roses, scattered all over the floor inside the door. A dozen roses in a vase by the TV. Another vase on the table. I look in the bedroom. There are more roses scattered on the bed. Another vase on my nightstand. And Alan is sitting on the bed, holding a little box in his hand, reaching out to me.

"I still want to marry you, if you will still have me. I am so, so sorry," he says, practically crying.

I start crying, but reach forward and take the ring, MY ring, back out of the box and put it back where it belongs.

"I saw those drawings this morning and realized you really were modeling. And not in a particularly sexual way. Although that one picture is pretty hot.

"I realized I had made an assumption about what you were doing. I should have trusted you. Just like I assumed you would have fucked Alan if Lisa hadn't stopped everything. But I should have trusted you that you would have stopped on your own. You said you were following the rules, and you were. None of us trusted you to keep following them.

"I thought about Minority Report and pre-crimes and all that. And how stupid I had been. And how cruel I have been. I must have put you through hell the last few days."

"I love you so much," I say as I run up and give him a big hug.

We kiss and hug for a few minutes, when I say, "I have to tell Lisa not to wait for me."

He looks at me oddly.

"She is in her car waiting outside for me to bring my stuff," I explain, "I thought you didn't want me anymore so I was moving into their guest room until I figured out what else to do."

I grab my phone and text:

All better. He loves me again!

The phone quickly responds with a heart emoji, then:

Text me later when you can

I set my phone down and return to kissing Tim.

After a few minutes of hugging and kissing, I stand up and say, "I need to get out of this torture device."

I reach under my blouse to release my bra, letting my girls free. I see him eyeing me hungrily and decide to turn this into a show.

I start by pulling my bra out from under my blouse without removing the shirt. Now I take my time opening my blouse one button at a time, slowly exposing the treats beneath. When it is fully open, I briefly flash him one of my boobs before pulling the blouse closed again.

I now shift my disrobing, and his attention, lower. I unzip my skirt and slide it off. I pick up a foot and place it on the bed. I reach down to my crotch and slide my panty over to give him a view of my pussy. I play inside the lips for a few minutes before dropping the foot back down to the floor.

I now let my blouse slide off, fully exposing both my tits. I put my hands under them, hefting their weight. I step forward and offer him a nipple. He immediately is sucking on it, pausing only to lick it.

I pull back again and slide my panty off. I reach my hand into my crotch and begin to explore the folds. I pull my hand out and grab one of his replace it.

After a few minutes, and before I get too carried away with his attentions, I push his hand away and reach down to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, already almost fully engorged. I take his member in my mouth and immediately begin working on it. I can tell he is not going to last long. I guess two and a half days without sex was taking a toll. I bring my hand to help and he is soon pumping a full load down my throat.

He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me around and pushes me down on the bed. He has just started to lick my pussy, when I sit up and loudly say, "OW!".

"I thought you wanted this?" he says, concern in his voice.

"I do, but these roses have thorns on them!"

He starts laughing and I say, "It hurt!"

We are both laughing as we quickly clear the bed of the offending flora and he is back between my legs, this time able to bring me the expected satisfaction uninterrupted by painful intrusions.

As he did for me, I cum quickly under his oral treatment. I was without sex for that whole time, too.

While his tongue calms down as my orgasm wanes, it never stops. He is soon building me up for round two. This time he also fucks me with three fingers while nibbling on my clit. With more time to build, this orgasm is more powerful.

After a moment of relishing in my post orgasmic bliss, he crawls up alongside me and we kiss for probably twenty minutes before I roll over on all fours, inviting him to take me from behind. He accepts my invitation with gusto. He jumps up and positions himself behind me, but slowly eases his cock into me, my cunt grasping its favorite long lost visitor.

At first, I think he is going for a slow pace, but that is only the start, he is soon driving in and out of me furiously. I often wait for him to cum first, but this time I reach down to my clit and send myself to my third orgasm of the evening. He is only a moment behind me, the spasms of my cunt sending him over the top. He stays inside me for a few minutes after he has completed, as we both enjoy the feeling of being fully physically connected again.

He finally pulls out and lays back down on the bed with a moan.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"My legs are tired. When I realized how much I fucked things up, I called in sick to work. And I walked. And walked, No where in particular. I found myself at the gym."

"That's almost five miles away!"

"I had walked for a while. So I figured I could work out some of my angst, so I did a two hour hard work out. Upper body and legs. Then I had to walk back home. On top of karate last night. So, yeah, my legs are tired."

"Where did you get all these flowers? And how many?"

"I saw the florist on my walk back, so I went in. I bought all six dozen red roses they had. And the three vases. I wasn't sure if we had any. There are another dozen lying on the bathroom counter. I don't think you've been in there yet."