My name is Arriana. I'm a sophmore at a large university, studying psych and art history. Fortunately for me, I am good at math. People say math never will help you later in life, but I have proof that it will--at least it did for me!
My friend Vicki needed help with her algebra, and being a nice person I did so. She wound up getting an A on her test. She wrote me an email saying how happy she was, and then added, somewhat mysteriously, that she would give me a reward within a few days. My heart started to pound a little. There was something about Vicki--her long black hair and perfect body--that excited me. I wondered, barely able to concentrate in class, what this "reward" would be...
It wasn't until I came home late to my dorm room Saturday night that I found out what it would be. I was a little drunk and horny, nothing unusual in that. But when I turned on the light in my small room I had the shock of my life. There was a young blonde girl in the middle of the room. She wore nothing but a white bra and panties, and, more shocking still, her mouth was gagged and her arms were tied behind her back.
She was on her knees, sitting on her calves. Lost in wonder and shock, I stared at her for a long moment. I realized that I recognized the girl. She was the jogger! Every morning almost I saw her jogging north of campus on the bike trails, her blonde hair in a pony tail, and her perfect long legs bare and B-cup size breasts jiggling. And now here she was staring at me, breathing around the ball gag in her mouth, blinking tears from her intense blue eyes, visibly shaking...
I couldn't believe it.
Then I laughed a little. Catching my breath, I sat down on the end of my bed. Vicki knew me well. After sex with her I had confessed a fantasy to her, about having a girl all to my own, someone like the beautiful young blonde I saw every morning. But how Vicki had managed this I couldn't fathom.
My questions started to recede as my horniness took over. I had had sex with a girl only once--with Vicki--but I was always curious for wanting more. There was a post-it note affixed to the girl's hair that I had not noticed at first. I stepped forward (the girl flinching, breathing hard on her gag), and took the note out of her hair.
The note said: "Her name is Jenny. Enjoy. Vicki xxoo."
Heart thrilling, my hands shaking a little, I put the note on my desk and turned again to my captive. Not wanting to prolong the suspense, I reached down and pulled out the girl's gag. She took in a sharp breath of air, saliva running off her chin.
"Thank you," she gasped.
"You're welcome, Jenny," I said.
"Can you undo my arms, please?"
She looked at me with pleading eyes. There was a cute brown mole under her left eye. She blinked and smiled nervously as I sat on the edge of my bed.
