Ready or Not
By Dawn R
My BFF and I watch an adult movie together and things just unfold...
All the characters in this story are over eighteen.
"Wow, that was hot! Sort of porn but with a real plot!"
"The plot wasn't that great," I replied. My name is Miranda Stocks.
Charli and I sometimes raid her elder brother Chad's DVD collection, usually for some of his juicy horror movies. We watch and drink shots together from a bottle she had hidden in her room. This time she had pulled out 'The Story of O', which was this old movie all about some guy surrendering his girl friend to be disciplined and sexually abused in some mansion. A bit weird, just the kind of thing Chad unearths from God knows where, bondage and whipping, lots of nudity (female of course). We made disparaging comments but kept on watching. The truth was we both found it erotic and, let's say, "stimulating".
"Ew! I can just imagine Chad jerking off to this," said Charli, and it conjured up a vivid, highly erotic, picture in my mind. I didn't reply.
Everyone was out and we were alone in the house watching the movie on the tv in her bedroom. When the film ended, she ejected the disc and lay it by its box. Then she went to her closet and pulled out a really long nylon cord.
"Would you like me to tie you to the bed?" she said, pointing at it.
"Not if you are going to beat me."
"No, I'll just play with you," and she grinned at me with her most beguiling smile.
I would lie if I said we had not played this kind of game before. We're not lesbians. At least I know I'm not, but we are probable both a little 'bi', or maybe it's just we are both frustrated virgins making do with each other's affections.
"Jeans and top off," she commanded, and I did as she asked.
"Now lie down!"
I nodded and stretched out on the bed. I was feeling a little juicy as she took my right wrist and put a knot around it. Her family own a boat and Carli knows how to tie knots quickly and efficiently. She slid under the bed and emerged on the other side. She tied my left ankle and slid under again to emerge and tie my right ankle. At some point she must have looped the cord round the bed legs because now my legs were held wide apart. Back under the bed to emerge once more to tie my left wrist and I was spreadeagled on the bed and excitingly vulnerable.
She ran her hands lightly across my breasts over the top of my bra. My breasts are quite firm B-cups, not big but nicely shaped and pert. She moved her hands to the front clasp and voila! my breasts were bare as she pulled the bra out from under me. She started gently stroking my nipples. They're very sensitive and stick out like door stops once they are aroused. I was already almost there before she started. After a few moments she bent over, half lying beside me across one of my legs, and began to suck on my left nipple. Then I felt her right hand move to my panties.
"Who's a wet girl?" she asked feeling the dampness in the crotch. I giggled, no point in denying it. The evidence was there. Her hand slipped under the waist band and fingers brushed through my trimmed bush and touched my clit. She ran them up and down quite slowly from the nub down between my labia and back again opening me up as the lips engorged and separated.
"uuuuh!" I needed more as my left hand strained against the cord in a desire to direct her. She knew what I wanted but continued her leisurely stroking all around my vagina which I swear was gaping wide beneath the slim fabric of my panties.
