Friends That Go Bump in the Night

A soft click stirred Anna from a deep sleep. Turning her head slowly she opened her eyes slightly, noticing the soft glow from the street lights outside the window. Everything seemed normal. It must have been nothing.

Closing her eyes again she rolled over to go back to sleep, only to realise that she couldn't. Her arms were stuck somehow above her head and something was resting across her waist, something heavy.

Trying again her eyes snapped open when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth. She didn't even have a moment to scream before a voice, a woman's voice, said quietly, "Shhhh... it's only me."

Anna stared in astonishment, making out the face of her friend Nathalie who was sat straddling Anna. She tried to speak but nothing came out through the hand over her mouth.

"You promise to talk quietly I'll take my hand away, ok?" Anna nodded. "Promise?" Anna nodded again.

With Nathalie's hand gone, Anna whispered, "What the hell is going on?"

She saw Nathalie smile in the semi-light. "I saw how you were looking at me tonight over dinner..."

"I don't know what you mean," replied Anna. Except that she did. She really did. As her husband had been droning on yet again about another boring story about his work, she'd been looking at Nathalie, her mind drifting, mentally undressing her, imagining doing things to her just like she had imagined again and again since that one night that her and Nathalie had spent together nearly 25 years before.

"Yes, you do."

Anna just lay there in silence, not trusting any words that might come out of her mouth. This was her fantasy coming true, she should be thrilled. But her husband, the man that she'd been married to for 15 years, that she'd promised to be faithful to regardless of how annoying he'd become, lay asleep next door. She was conflicted.

"I'm going to do something that I should have done long, long ago..."

"What?"

"This..." Nathalie leaned down to kiss Anna on the lips gently, teasingly. Anna stayed still, not daring to reciprocate, though she had a powerful urge to return the kiss. Nathalie, sensing the reluctance, instead planted gentle kisses on her lips, on her face, then moved down to her neck.

"Stop..." whispered Anna. "We can't do this. And please uncuff me," she added, looking up to see handcuffs on her wrists keeping them pinned to the bedframe.

"Not yet... and why not?" whispered Nathalie before resuming kissing Anna's neck.

"Because...", replied Anna. "Because my husband is asleep in the room next door. Because my kids could hear us. Because we're both 45 not 20 any more. Many reasons..."

Nathalie sat back up and shrugged. "The amount your husband drank he's out for the count."

"That's still not a reason."

"Hmmm... let's see, shall we," replied Nathalie as she reached her right hand down to touch Anna's left breast through her pyjamas. "Let's just see."

Nathalie fell silent for a minute as she focused on Anna's nipple through the thin cotton. Anna felt it hardening, and felt her body start to respond to the stimulation. Not just a little but a lot.

Memories came flooding back to Anna, of that night 25 years before with Nathalie, back at university, before work, before family, before marriage. Back when the two of them had been single and keen to experiment. A one-off... but a wild one-off that she'd often wished, in her deepest, most secret fantasies, had been more. It seemed like Nathalie maybe felt the same.

"I don't think you're minding this," teased Nathalie. "Do you want me to stop?" Anna said nothing. "Let me check something else..." continued Nathalie.

While her right hand continued to touch and tease Anna's nipple, pinching it lightly through the fabric, Nathalie reached her left hand behind her, down under the waistband of Anna's pyjama trousers and between Anna's legs.

Anna knew from how her body was responding what Nathalie would find. She knew that she was soaking wet. "Look at this..." Nathalie whispered in mock surprise. "I think you want me to keep going?"

Anna said nothing, but betrayed herself when a soft moan escaped her lips as Nathalie touched her, tracing her finger gently between her legs and brushing ever so slightly her clitoris.

"You want this?" Nathalie whispered as the stroking grew slightly firmer, all while Nathalie's other hand continued to play with Anna's nipples.

"No... we can't," whispered Anna with another soft moan. "But... lock the bedroom door."

She saw Nathalie smile in the half light. "Already done." Nathalie climbed off Anna and settled down beside her, slipping her hand back between Anna's legs while she leaned over to kiss her.

This time Anna didn't resist, returning the kiss hungrily. She could feel her arousal building rapidly, particularly feeling so helpless, her hands bound to the bedframe like this. Two of her biggest unfulfilled fantasies rolled into one. Another moan escaped her lips.

"Shhh," teased Nathalie. "You must be quiet." Anna could see that Nathalie herself was clearly aroused, both her nipples visible through the tight t-shirt that she slept in. Anna wanted nothing more than to touch Nathalie's athletic body, to stroke and lick what was hidden by the single layer of fabric on her small pair of pyjama shorts, the thought of which pushed more soft moans from her as Nathalie's tongue found hers and as Nathalie's fingers continued to touch her.

Nathalie started to move her attentions lower, kissing down onto Anna's neck and shoulders. Each kiss sent a little jolt through Anna, and when Nathalie reached the fabric of her pyjama top she undid each button, one by one, kissing the naked skin revealed beneath.

When the buttons had been fully undone, the top left covering only Anna's still bound arms, Nathalie turned her attention to Anna's breasts, kissing and licking one then the other, paying special attention to her nipples which were stood up proudly with Anna's arousal.

More moans escaped Anna's mouth, followed by a soft yelp as Nathalie bit gently on one of the nipples. "You like that?" asked Nathalie, looking up at Anna's face. Anna looked down and simply nodded. Taking that as her cue, Nathalie continued, alternating stroking and gently bites. Anna was being driven wild by desire at this point.

"Oh god..." Anna moaned. "Go down on me. Please."

Nathalie smiled back and moved lower, reaching for the waistband of Anna's pyjama bottoms and pulling them down and off. As soon as her legs were free Anna parted them, and Nathalie repositioned herself between them.

With a wicked smile, Nathalie started not by diving right in, but instead planted gentle kisses along both of Anna's inner thighs, using both her hands to stroke the outside of her thighs, her hips, her ass.

Anna was desperate for release by now, and started bucking her hips, trying to get Nathalie to stop teasing. Finally Nathalie relented, sliding her tongue down through Anna's trimmed pubic hair to gently, softly go down on her. Anna let out an involuntary groan as she did so.

As Nathalie started to increase the pace and pressure, she slipped two fingers into Anna. Quickly, Anna felt herself responding, an orgasm building. Her vagina started to clench around Nathalie's fingers, and as the orgasm crashed through her Anna reached back to hold on to the bedframe that she was bound to, arching her back, desperately trying to stifle the scream that she wanted to make.

Expecting that Nathalie would stop, Anna was surprised to find that she stayed down there, gently licking and stroking, bringing her through the orgasm and triggering the start of a build up again.

"You look so fucking hot when you cum..." giggled Nathalie, quietly. Anna just looked down at her with undisguised lust in her eyes.

"Can you take off the cuffs now?" Anna whispered. Then smiling, she went on, "I'll be good, I promise."

Nathalie smiled back. "Oh, I know you will be." She moved back up the bed, key in hand. "Say please..." she teased.

Anna just continued smiling.

"Oh well then, I guess we're keeping them on."

"You're going to make me say it? Ok... please."

Nathalie undid the cuffs, and Anna sat up and took off her pyjama top, lying there naked. "Your clothes off too," she whispered, tugging at Nathalie's t-shirt. Quickly Nathalie removed it, and Anna took hold of her, rolling her onto her back. "Two can play at this game," she joked, as she leaned over to kiss Nathalie passionately, lips, tongues, everything.

Anna's hand moved down to stroke Nathalie's breasts, smaller than her own but still satisfying anyway. Leaning back from the kiss, she tweaked one of Nathalie's nipples, giving it a pinch and a squeeze. "You like this too?" she whispered.

"Yes..." breathed Nathalie.

Leaning down Anna took her nipple in her mouth and gave a soft bite, mirroring Nathalie earlier. A moan came out of Nathalie's mouth.

Anna didn't stop there, moving lower, planting kisses along the way, until she reached Nathalie's waistband. Wasting no time, she used both hands to pull her shorts down, leaving Nathalie as naked as Anna.

She could tell that Nathalie was desperate for her own release, so Anna wasted little time in planting her head between Nathalie's legs, marvelling at her fully shaved pussy, using her tongue between the folds, and tasting Nathalie's own wetness.

Feeling Nathalie start to lightly grind herself onto her tongue, Anna knew she was having an effect. She'd spent so many years thinking about this moment that she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Lifting her head, she moved herself slowly, kissing softly, up Nathalie's body until she was lying on top of her. They kissed passionately, Anna's own arousal not far behind Nathalie's.

As they kissed, Anna moved her legs so that the two of them were in a scissor position, and continuing the kiss started to grind herself against Nathalie.

Nathalie soon understood what she was doing, and reached a hand down to Anna's butt to start to pull Anna into her while her other hand held onto Anna's back. Anna used one arm to lean up slightly from the bed, while her other reached under Nathalie's butt and stroked her upper leg.

The two of them soon established a rhythm, neither fast nor slow, but one to gradually build both of their arousal. Nathalie let out a loud moan into Anna's mouth, which triggered Anna's own response.

"Shhh..." whispered Anna, echoing Nathalie from earlier.

"Sorry," came the whispered reply. "I'll try but... you're not making it easy."

They started to build the pace, and Anna could feel her second orgasm building. Both of their breathing grew shallow, and Anna was conscious that the bed was creaking as they ground into each other. But she didn't care at this point, all she wanted was Nathalie. In that moment, everything outside of the room ceased to matter.

As she got close Anna took hold of both of Nathalie's arms and pinned them above her head, wrists together, Anna using her bodyweight to hold the wrists in place with one of her hands. Nathalie stared up at her with a look of outright lust, mixed with something else, maybe surprise that Anna was pinning her down.

Maybe it was that, maybe it was just the accumulated grinding, but Nathalie tipped over the edge. Her orgasm started with her shaking, a loud moan coming out of her mouth, and built, her back arching. Anna kissed Nathalie deeply as she came, absorbing the noise of her orgasm with her mouth, using her tongue to touch Nathalie's tongue.

Moments later the sight of her best friend cumming under her pushed Anna herself over the edge, her own orgasm juddering through her body. As she came she let go of Nathalie's wrists and collapsed down, planting her face into the pillow to muffle the borderline scream of pleasure that came out.

For what felt like an age afterwards they lay, locked together in a lazy embrace, sometimes kissing, sometimes stroking, recovering from both of their orgasms.

Finally, Nathalie sat up and started to put her clothes back on. "I'd best get back to my bed," she whispered, smiling. "Thank you, I don't know what the fuck that just was, but it was good."

Anna smiled back, whispering, "I don't know what the fuck that just was either, but I'm glad you came in here. Next time you don't need the handcuffs..."

"Next time?" replied Nathalie, with a raised eyebrow.

Anna nodded. "If you play your cards right..."

Nathalie gave Anna a deep kiss. "Next time, you can use the handcuffs on me..." She unlocked the door and tiptoed out, going back to her own bed, careful not to wake Anna's husband or kids.

Anna put her own pyjamas back on and lay back thinking. What the fuck had just happened? And how would she look either Nathalie or her husband in the eye over breakfast in the morning?