Sophie had been riding the high of her life. It was her senior year at the university of her dreams, she'd spent the past four years attending on an amazing athletic scholarship. She had a great internship lined up for after her graduation. As the cherry on top, she had attained a sort small, but unexpected, celebrity status for her performance at a recent track meet where she had been the star athlete, bringing home medals and trophies. That got her invited to a party; by Michelle Wilson, no less.
Michelle was an absolutely gorgeous cheerleader, and a long-time crush of Sophie's. Long, curly blonde hair, emerald green eyes, a smattering of freckles, and a smile that could light up a room. Popular, but not a queen-bee of campus. She was kind, too, always waving and making polite conversation as their teams crossed paths on the athletic field. Sophie had been head-over-heels for Michelle since freshman year. Invited to a party by Michelle Wilson, after winning trophies, medals and fame. It was like a dream come true.
Even still, she felt like a total wallflower at the party, standing in a corner, tending to a drink, watching the world pass before her eyes. She didn't mind. She was just happy to be there. Although, she did find herself feeling tired quite early on. It was probably just her body coming back to earth after all the recent excitement. She was dozing off, though when she snapped back to attention, she saw Michelle was standing next to her. Michelle looked at her and smiled warmly.
"Hey sleepyhead." She said gently "You feeling okay?"
"Hnh? Michelle! Uhm. H-hey. Yeah, I'm just..." Sophie yawned "A bit tired."
"I can tell." Michelle said, taking Sophie's hand, their fingers began lacing together.
Sophie blushed. Michelle gave her hand a light tug "Come on, let's go sit on the couch."
Sophie followed along and found herself sitting next to her college crush. In her sleepy state, she found herself snuggling closer and closer to Michelle. She was too tired to worry about the embarrassment she was feeling. Drifting in and out of sleep, she lay her head on Michelle's shoulder. She felt Michelle's arm wrap around her and heard a friendly whisper in her ear.
"Aren't you just adorable. Go to sleep, cutie. I'll take good care of you."
With those beautiful words dancing through her head, Sophie let herself drift off into dream-land. In a warm, contented sleep, she felt herself being petted, hugged and cradled in the arms of another. Assuming in her sleepy state that this was the beautiful cheerleader she loved so much; she couldn't help but feel perfectly happy. She heard voices talking. A familiar voice spoke, distant though, as if through a mile of cobwebs and fog.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets home safely."
Half awake and half asleep, she felt herself being supported, walking dozily, sitting in a car, going up stairs. Then she felt the softness and warmth of a plush bed swallowing her. It was larger than she was used to, and so delightfully soft. Thick covers... Silk sheets against bare skin... This all felt strange and new, but she was so sleepy, she didn't care. She sank back into happy dreams as she felt a warm body curl up next to her and wrap her in a loving hug. Sophie curled into the embrace as the darkness overtook her completely.
She woke, completely, with a start. It felt like she had been drifting in and out of sleep for ages, but she was awake now... So why couldn't she see? She quickly realized a deliciously soft, impenetrably dark, silk scarf was wrapped around her eyes, tied neatly at the back of her head. As wonderfully tied as could be. Her wavy brown boycut must have made it relatively easy. Nothing in the way of a pretty bow at the back of her head.
She tried to move to pull the blindfold away, only to realize she was bound at the wrists. Though she would hardly know it. This was so... Strange. The binds around her wrists felt so soft. They were firm and thick, only permitting her to squirm slightly, but they were more comfortable than tight, and they did not chafe. Whatever she had been bound with, it was lined and padded with a soft, fuzzy material that tickled her wrists slightly. Frustrated, curious, excited and scared, Sophie accepted that she was trapped. Her legs were free at least.
Going by feeling, she recognized from her half-sleepy world, the sensation of marvellously soft sheets and thick, warm covers against her bare skin. She had been stripped down to her underwear. She could also feel the presence of a body next to hers. Fingers began dancing gently over her sides, causing her to inadvertently let out happy giggles.
"H-hey!" she squeaked.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." A familiar voice, full of love and affection said "Comfortable?"
"I... Uhm... Yes. Good morning. Uhm. Say, why am I all tied up? And blindfolded? What's the big idea?"
She heard happy laughter.
"You're my prisoner, that's the big idea, beautiful." She felt soft lips press gently against her cheek in a little peck. She then heard a whisper in her ear. "Don't be too scared, sweetheart. I love you so much, I'm not going to do anything scary or bad to you."
Remembering the night before, and realizing just whose arms she was curled up in, bound and helpless... Realizing just who had confessed love to her, Sophie's cheeks went a deep shade of pink. She spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, forming the question on her mind.
"M-Michel-?" she was interrupted as those soft lips pressed against hers, pecking gently, before giving way to a deeper kiss. Sophie couldn't help but respond in kind.
