Hands and feet tied to the bed, I am completely vulnerable as I watch him approach with a blindfold. He places it over my eyes; the anticipation tortures me more than the restraints. I feel his tongue lick at the tip of my nipple, at the underside of my breast, and then slide along my ribs.
A finger teases my clit, touching and retreating, with maddening gentleness. I ache for a firmer touch, for the feel of him inside me. His tongue joins his finger, combining their torment. I pull against the straps on my hands, almost desperate. I hear his chuckle, and I know he enjoys having me at his mercy.
Suddenly, his body is gone completely; I feel abandoned. Before I can protest, he is back, body fully against me, the weight of his cock pushing into...
I wake up, startled. My breathing shallow, I try to will myself back to sleep so I can finish the dream, but sleep eludes me now. I am shocked to realize that I have been dreaming of Scott, Renee's boyfriend. They have been dating for several months, and even though I am attracted to him, I would never betray Renee like that. I feel guilty just dreaming about him. I feel even guiltier that I know I will be fantasizing about him even more now, wondering what it would really feel like to have sex with him. Again, I try to will myself back to sleep, and then I hear the noise that must have woken me from my dream.
The sound is faint, drifting from the other side of the house. Renee was out with Scott when I went to bed. She could have returned, but I know I will not fall asleep again unless I investigate.
I sleep nude, so I pull on a t-shirt. Quietly, I open my door and peek into the hall. I don't see anything, but the sounds are louder now. I can't identify them, but they seem to be coming from Renee's room. I walk down the hall and stop outside her door, which she left slightly ajar. I can see the foot of her bed, lit by a nearby lamp. Peering in, I find Renee and Scott having sex.
From where I stand, I see the top half of Renee's body; she is bent over the end of her bed, holding herself up on her hands. She is naked. I watch her breasts sway, hanging free beneath her. Renee's breasts, a full size larger than mine, have always fascinated me. I have never seen her undressed, but over the years her cleavage and her lacy bras have haunted me. I have always found women mildly interesting, but with Renee, it is something more. More than a few times, I have masturbated to thoughts of us together, of sucking her nipples and tasting her pussy. I am so entranced with watching her that it takes a moment before I take in the rest of the scene. Seeing her now, like this, I begin to touch myself, sliding my finger down to stroke my clitoris.
Looking further into the room, I see Scott fucking Renee from behind. There is no tenderness between them. Rather he is slamming into her as he grips her hips to keep her still. Her hand reaches under her body so her fingers can rub her clit. Both Renee and Scott are moaning loudly, their voices strained from their exertion. The muscles of Scott's face and body are rigid with concentration, and I sense, from the tightness of his muscles, that he is about to come. I am disappointed that there will be so little for me to watch. My finger working furiously in my pussy, I whimper in frustration. They turn toward me. I am embarrassed to be caught, but I cannot move. A surprised smile spreads across Renee's face, and Scott, further aroused by me touching myself while I watch them, comes. He lets out a loud growl and grips Renee's hips tighter, holding himself deep within her.
I have watched dozens of porn movies, but I have never watched anyone I know have sex before. I know I should be humiliated at being caught, but I'm not. I am incredibly turned on by the sight of the two bodies before me. Scott is six feet tall and his body shows that he works out several times a week. He is as mouth watering as Renee. I feel lucky to have been allowed to witness this moment between them. Catching Renee's eye, I realize that she understands and that she enjoys having me here to watch, too.
"I haven't come yet. Do you think you can help?" Renee asks, looking steadily into my eyes. Scott glances at her; when he realizes that she is talking to me, and that she is asking me to join them, he chuckles quietly.
"I think that's a great idea." Scott watches me now, anxious for my reaction.
I step into the room. I cannot take my eyes off Renee's. I know what she is asking of me. I know that our friendship is about to change forever. I also know that I have imagined touching her since I met her.
Without hesitation, I answer, "I would be glad to."
Scott pulls himself out of Renee's body to sit next to her on the bed. His eyes dart from Renee to me, and back again. He smiles to himself, in apparent satisfaction, as he watches us.
I have fantasized about both of them for so long that my body hums with excitement. I want to taste Renee, to know what it feels like to lick her pussy. And I want to know what Renee and Scott taste like together, what they have together. I have never felt like this before outside of my fantasies, and it scares me. But seeing Renee, still kneeling over the bed with her ass in the air, I ignore all my fears. I can think only of my desires. I approach Renee, eyes still locked on hers, searching her face for any doubts she might have. Her mouth is set in a contented smile, and I realize she is enjoying my longing for her. I have never told her my fantasies because I didn't want to lose her to rejection. I don't want to waste even a minute of my time with her now that I have it.
"Lie down," I say.