Jerry's student home had finally become home for him. After all this time still regularly going to his parents it was difficult to remark what was home and what home-home, but now he knew for certain. This was home. His hockey stick was put into the umbrella stand, and he moved towards the shower. He had a quick one after the field, but it was hot enough that he felt sweaty again.
"Ben? Is that you?" came the voice of Talisa from the first dorm room.
"Your sex toy isn't here," Jerry said through the closed door. With a good humoured swing he threw the bag with sports clothes into his room. He dropped all clothes he had on into the washing bin, closing the door of the bathroom behind him before he forgot.
Talisa had a pretty active sex life, which came with being a student, at least in Jerry's mind. It had been an eye opener how active people could be, making him less afraid of his own nigh insatiable sexuality.
The hum of half a song rang out as the water cascaded off his body. He towelled himself off, wrapping the towel around him as a decency to his fellow roommates.
"Jerry? Can you come and help?" Talisa called out again as he walked the corridor.
"I'll put on some pants first!" he said, continuing to his room.
"I need help now. Please?"
A note of desperation was in her voice. He entered the room, and wasn't ready for what it contained.
"Talisa? What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she responded.
Much of it was obvious. The bunk bed had a little working area instead of a bed downstairs. Sitting on her knees, she sat in a little alcove under her bunk bed. Wedged between the computer desk and the stairs, her back to Jerry. She clearly had been waiting for Ben. The skirt was short enough that he could see part of her ass, and she didn't wear much else than a very lacy bra.
Her wrists were also obvious. They had been chained to the back of the bed, giving her only a few degrees of freedom.
"The only thing I can't fathom is why you're in that alcove instead of chained to the bed, comfortably on the mattress?"
"You're so sheltered at times Jerry. Will you help me or not?" she said testily.
"What seems to be the problem," Jerry said as he admired her long legs emanating from the skirt. The closer he got, the more her body attracted him.
"The cuffs won't come loose. Stupid cheap
shit
." The passion in her words rang out.
Jerry now saw the key in one of them. To demonstrate she tried to turn it with one hand, and failing to get even a single bit of movement in it. Instantly he knew that forcing that wouldn't help.
"I need some tools. That can't be fixed by the looks of it."
Talisa's knee bumped into a big crate next to her. "If I had even a single hand free I could do it myself. Is that situational irony?"
Jerry opened the box, spotting a small metal saw after a quick rummage. He brandished it for her. "This should work."
He got behind her, seeing the conundrum he was in now. Her body dressed for a horny afternoon, and him in only a towel. To reach the cuffs he could only approach from behind. He gave the sliver of ass one more significant look before he got as close as he dared with his hips.
Her body felt warm even without touching as he reached over her. "Do you want to tell how you came in this situation? I can guess at most if it, but we have some time. So just tell me all of it."
The teeth bounced off the metal links. "I invited Ben for some sexy time. I wanted to surprise him like this." She pulled the chains taught on the metal bar, so the teeth found purchase.
"You certainly surprised me."
Talisa snorted. "You had better be. Ben would come in, finding me all helpless. What is a man like him to do but exploit that situation? Now the fucker won't even come."
"Maybe the sexy time wasn't obvious enough?"
Talisa looked over her shoulder. "Trust me. There is no way he missed that que."
"That I can imagine." So far Jerry had miraculously been able to hold back any physical manifestation of desire. Now he felt the skin tighten down there as blood flowed where it shouldn't. If not her physical closeness, it was the heated passion in her words, angry as it was.
"He took his sweet time to get here. Not in a rush, that
boy
," she spat with venom. "So sure I would be here that he could take another drink with friends. And another."
"Ben didn't know you shackled yourself I guess? It was to be a surprise. I can understand taking a quick drink." Jerry didn't know why he was defending Ben. Maybe he should just he listening, letting her vent all frustrations. The towel weighed heavily on his rising excitement. The fabric both made him ashamed to feel how excited he was, as well as happy how it covered him up.
"If I offer sex he should come running. Now he's off with his friends to a park, promising to absolutely destroy my pussy later! Fucking fat fucking chance!"
"If you're in contact with him, why haven't you told him the situation? Besides choosing his friends over an afternoon of sex with you, he's a nice guy. He would come if you explained your situation."
From her silence he knew to tread even more carefully. He followed her gaze, seeing the phone on the ground under her hands, just out of reach.
"I can see all the funny messages he writes to me. Not that it does me any good- oh!"
Jerry closed his eyes, trying to ignore the shifting towel. He had bumped into her during the sawing motions. "I'm sorry. It's kind of natural..." he started.
"Frankly, I would be more offended if you didn't get an erection," she told him candidly. "Just remember to touch yourself while thinking about me afterwards and I'll not rip your balls off."
Jerry could feel the sheer structure of is cock when her ass bumped into him again. The strength of the blood keeping it tight as a hose flowing with tons of water. It was not nearly enough to miss the structure of her ass though. Was that bump him, or her?
