To all those who read Bound, my very first erotic story, spent the time to vote, or wrote a comment: thank you all! I appreciate your support, and it is to these people that I dedicate this second story, a continuation of Katie and Alison's love. To everyone else, I welcome you!
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Enjoy.
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It had been two days since Alison and Katie had made love to each other.
On Monday morning, they'd gone to school together in Katie's car very dishevelled looking because they couldn't keep their hands off each other until 15 minutes before their first class started. Alison, being the OCD one with time, had somehow managed to check the clock while she was lying upside down on the floor propped up by the side of Katie's bed, legs in side splits with Katie's hands spreading her legs and face buried in her ass. She'd had her eyes closed, face scrunched up in ecstasy, when her brain, through the hidden centre of logic that had been pushed aside by her primal desire, decided to tell her that the sun had been up for an hour or so. Alison couldn't move or say anything since she was, well, upside down and she'd screamed her vocal cords raw with all that she'd been through that night, so she let Katie continue her measured tonguing. It took a full ten minutes for Katie to finally get Alison off, her friend's girl gum squirting into her face from below. Alison's arms gave out at the same time that she came from Katie's anal tonguing, her body sliding like sloppy jello against the side of the bed until she came to rest on the floor. Immediately she tried to get up, but her arms failed her, so she had lain panting with her eyes closed, face beat red from having been upside down for such a long time. Both Katie's face and hair had been coated in Alison's juices, and she was busily observing the fruits of her labour with a proud eye while cleaning herself up when Alison had grabbed her arm.
"We're late for school!" she had managed to croak before falling back onto the carpet, unconscious once more.
Through the jolt of adrenaline and using all her ingenuity and the last of her strength, Katie had both herself and Alison cleaned up, dressed, and ready in the car in 20 minutes flat. There had been no time for a shower, so as she drove them to school, Alison dozing in the passenger's seat, Katie could smell the sex and sweat lingering on their skin. For the rest of the day, neither of them saw one another, since their classes didn't overlap, but both were exhausted from the lack of sleep and sheer physical exertion that they'd experienced the night before. They were silent most of the day, cat napping during lunch, between classes and in class. Katie's jaw was supremely sore, as were her hands, whereas Alison's throat was dry, and she had not been able to sit still for more than a minute because the contact of her pussy lips with any hard surface made them painfully sensitive. Their friends noted their strange behaviour, but didn't think much of it. Probably sneaking around at night with boys, they'd thought.
If only they knew.
For the rest of the day and Tuesday, the two lovers had neither the chance nor the strength to meet one another, though they thought about each other, and the things they'd done, on an hourly basis. Alison fell sick on Tuesday night, and Katie had missed her in their only class together, which was History class, on Wednesday morning. She could think of nothing but her poor Alison as Ms. Ryan called out the absences. Katie raced to Alison's house immediately after cheerleader practice ended, and found herself at the doorway to her friend's home at seven in the evening. She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit when she rang the door bell.
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Mrs. Valerie, Alison's mom, invited her into the house when she saw who was standing at the door. "Hello Katie, nice to see you, come on in," she said with a friendly smile, gesturing for Katie to come in. "Alison's been sick all day, she hasn't moved from bed or eaten anything. She's been calling for you, but there was no one at your house, so she's been lying in bed and phoning your house every hour. I hope she hasn't been bothersome." Mrs. Valerie and Katie had moved to the kitchen as she talked where the ladies sat down on the kitchen chairs as Mrs. Valerie offered Katie a mug of hot chocolate. Katie flashed a smile, and Mrs. Valerie, thinking that it meant her daughter hadn't alienated Katie's and her family with her dogged pursuits, returned with one of her own. As it was, Alison did not have many close friends, though she did have a large group of them. Her mother worried constantly about the way her daughter liked to spend more of her time reading and swimming than socializing. She knew it was unusual for an eighteen year old girl, especially one that was as pretty and likeable as her (as all mothers thought about their daughters, although in this case it was true).
"Don't worry Mrs. Valerie, my mom and dad don't come home until late at night, and my sisters are probably out with their friends at the mall or something. It's no bother at all." With a relieved hand, Mrs. Valerie waved Katie to go to Alison's room. Since Alison was an only child, her parents spoiled her rotten most of the time, although she doesn't take advantage of it often like some of Katie's friends. This was the reason why Alison has the entire basement all to herself, with bathroom and a small living room accompanying her bedroom. Alison had decked out the place so that it was nice and comfortable; there was a couch by one wall and a small television opposite. An enormous bookcase full to the brim sat against the third wall. A door next to the staircase led into the bedroom area, where it was adorned with many, many stuffed animals. Katie knocked on the door to the room before opening it slowly to let herself in. She'd been here a few times before, although mostly they had gone to her place to hang out. Now she stood in the soft, yellow glow of the single lamp which stood in one corner of the room. Gently closing the door behind her, Katie walked up to Alison's sleeping form; she was lying on her side, one pretty foot poking out from under the blankets, one arm wrapped tightly around a stuffed teddy bear, short hair in disarray around her head. It was the cutest thing Katie had ever seen.
