This is the second part of the story. Please read part one to find out how things got the way they are.
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We laid together in silent afterglow for the longest time, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The last thing Nancy had said, about having more fantasies she would like to live out, stuck in my mind. I kept thinking about my pubescent fantasies, and all of the nights I would lie awake thinking about my various kinks and fetishes, usually with Nancy as the star. Was I about to live some of them out for real?
Eventually Nancy broke the silent reverie. "So..." she said, her lips so close to my ear she barely had to whisper, "What kind of fantasies do you have?"
I was hoping I wouldn't have to go first. What if she found my fantasies disgusting? I was silent for a while, trying to build up the courage to say what I wanted and trying to find the right way to say it.
"It's okay," Nancy said, "You can tell me. The worst thing I'm going to say is no."
I took a deep breath, "Well, I kind of have a food fetish," I said quietly. I think it originated from seeing 9 Β½ Weeks. If you didn't have a food fetish after seeing that movie, you never would. "I would like to, you know, eat food off of you." I said, and then waited tensely for her response.
Nancy leaned over and kissed me. "Do you think you can find your way back to the kitchen?" She asked.
I nodded, but it was pitch black. "Yeah," I said.
"Okay, go raid the kitchen for whatever you want," Nancy said, "Meanwhile I'll get ready for my fantasy."
I bounced out of Nancy's bed and groped my way through the darkness. I stopped at a bathroom first and cleaned myself up a bit. I heard a sink running somewhere else in the house so I was sure Nancy was doing the same. After I was done, I found my way to the kitchen which was bathed in an eerie glow from the appliance clocks. I opened up the refrigerator door and immediately grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and a can of whipped cream. Next, I searched through the cabinets and took a jar of peanut butter. This was going to be so messy, I thought to myself. I hoped Nancy wouldn't mind.
I came back to Nancy's bedroom and found that she had turned on a small lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. Nancy was standing in a corner of the room, dressed now in a silk robe that was clumsily tied around her waist, covering her breasts but leaving a bare strip along her front and down her thigh. It was undeniably sexy and I could feel myself getting hard again. I'm sure she could tell since I was still naked.
Nancy was looking at the jars of food in my arms. "Good choices," she said, "But I think we're going to get sticky."
"We might have to shower after this," I said.
"Not to mention wash the sheets," Nancy added, "But don't worry about it. You live out your fantasy and I get to live out mine. I think we can actually do it at the same time," Nancy said, moving closer to me and the bed and undoing the sash on her robe, pulling it completely loose from her robe and holding it out to me. "I want to be tied up," Nancy said.
"Okay," I said, turning my gaze to her bed and trying to determine the best way to tie her to it. I don't know why I bothered, I'm sure Nancy had already worked all of that out a long time ago. Nancy had a wooden headboard and as she beckoned me to follow her to the bed I could see how I could tie her to the wood posts. Nancy lay down on the bed with her robe still on but completely open, exposing her naked body to me. She stretched out luxuriously, her arms reaching toward the headboard where I obediently began to tie the sash around one of the wood posts, and then around her wrists. I tied her wrists snugly, but not too tight. She definitely could have gotten herself loose if she wanted to, but I think it was the sensation of bondage that she was going for, not the reality.
I finished tying her, and then gazed down at her lying naked beneath me. We kissed, long and slow, and then I turned to reach for the can of whipped cream that I put at the corner of her queen-sized bed. Nancy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at me. I shook the can and sprayed some whipped cream on her tongue. We kissed again, swirling the whipped cream between our tongues and getting it all over our faces. Next, I sprayed a trail of whipped cream from her neck to her belly button. I started at her neck and slowly worked my way down, licking and sucking at her skin as I ate through the whipped cream. Once I reached her belly button I sprayed some more whipped cream right over both of her nipples. I looked at Nancy who smiled and playfully pulled at her restraints.