Chapter One

 

Courtney held her books up to her chest as she gazed across the hall at Amanda Moore and Peter. Their bodies were pressed tightly together as they kissed passionately.

She looked away, then looked back again, waiting for Amanda to finish so they could go home.

Their tongues were sliding back and forth inside each other's mouths, and she saw Peter's hands sliding up and down Amanda's back, then eased down onto her behind, cupping her ass through her tight jeans.

Again she looked away, her face flushing a little, a little embarrassed and a lot envious.

They broke their kiss and Peter whispered something to Amanda, who giggled. They kissed again, then broke away, and Peter went back down the hall headed for baseball practice. Amanda turned and headed for the door with Courtney quickly following.

Courtney said nothing at first, and Amanda's mind seemed to be in the clouds. Then, after they trotted down the stairs and headed down the sidewalk she sighed and turned to Courtney with a soft smile.

"Know what?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna do it."

"What?"

"It. It it."

"It? You mean..."

"Tonight, with Peter."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We almost did last Saturday. I want to and he wants to."

"But...well...wow. Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Amanda said with a dreamy smile. "I mean, he really wants to and...it'll be...cool."

"But...well...what about you?"

"I want to too," Amanda insisted.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Sometimes when we're making out I get so...hot, and I just want to do...everything."

"Wow."

"He's so gorgeous, Courtney. And you should see him naked."

"Amanda!" Courtney gasped.

Both of them giggled as they walked along.

"No, really," Amanda grinned, "He has such a great chest, and a really nice ass - ..."

Again they burst into giggles.

"What about his...you know."

"Well...it's uh, it's nice too."

Courtney shook her head in amazement.

"We've done everything else. We've been going together for weeks. It's time," the little blonde said.

"God, I wish I had a boyfriend."

"Well, then stop turning everyone down. There's so many guys who'd love to date you."

"Love to fuck me you mean."

"Well, that too, but that's always part of it."

"All they want to do is grope me."

"Soooo?"

They giggled again.

"What about Tommy Ryder?"

"He's got ten hands! Every time I push one away I find the other one down my shirt or up my skirt!"

"Well, that's what you get for having such a great body," Amanda grinned smugly.

Courtney snorted.

"Groping is part of dating. You know that."

"I don't like guys touching me when I don't want it."

"Don't be such a prude. Sometimes it's a really...freeing experience to just let the guy do what he wants."

"How would you know?"

"Well... promise not to tell?"

"Of course."

The two had been best friends for years now, and Courtney was sure she knew more about the slender, willowy blonde than anyone in the world.

"I let him tie me up," Amanda said with a sly grin.

"What?" Courtney gasped.

"He tied my wrists behind my back with a silk scarf and I blew him on my knees like that."

"Amanda!" Courtney gaped. "You're lucky he didn't rape you!"

"I trust him. He promised he wouldn't do anything without my permission and he didn't. But it was so exciting. It felt so... so kinky and... erotic to be like that! You have no idea!"

"You're crazy," Courtney said, shaking her head.

"You just don't know what you're missing." Amanda shrugged.

Courtney stared at her, finding it almost impossible to picture the sweet-faced pony tailed blonde on her knees naked with her hands tied behind her back and... and sucking Peter off.

Yet suddenly a picture came into her mind unbidden, of herself in the same position, wrists bound tightly as she sucked off Peter, or anyone. She felt her groin begin to throb, and little flickers of heat nibbling at her belly.

"Sex isn't about tying people up," Courtney protested half heartedly.

"Sex is about sex. It's about having fun with someone you care for. There's nothing wrong with bondage."

"Bondage? Jesus, Amanda, are you going to let him tie you up tonight, too?"

Amanda looked away, then licked her lips as she turned back. "Yes," she said, slightly breathless. "He said he was going to tie my arms and legs to the corners of the bed and then drive me insane with pleasure."

Courtney's jaw dropped as her friend looked away.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed. "What if he does something... sick?"

"I trust him," Amanda said. "Besides... well... he's done it before."

"What do you mean?"

"He tied me to the corners of the bed before, and he uh, did stuff, you know, without going all the way."

"Wha... what did he do?"

"Well... he uhm...ate me," Amanda said, blushing a little. "And he used, like... a feather on me, and... well...other stuff."

She widened her eyes and stared at Courtney. "It was amazing!" she said. "I thought I'd go crazy!"

"Really?" Courtney stared.

Amanda nodded her head, eyes wide.

"Well... to each his own I guess."

"You don't know what you're missing."

They parted on Fourth Street and Courtney continued on home alone. Her mind was filled with lewd images of Amanda and Peter doing disgusting things. Every time she tried to think of something else all that happened was she saw herself in Amanda's place.

Which was disgusting, completely disgusting? Sex was supposed to be soft and romantic and gentle and caring and sharing, not ropes and chains. There was definitely something wrong with Amanda. Peter was sick and he was brainwashing her.

Yet even though she felt that way she also felt a wave of jealousy and loneliness. As Amanda had said she had gotten plenty of offers from guys, but the past had made her a little gun shy. There had been too many boys eager to get her alone just so they could grab at her tits and ass.

That was why she had set such a high standard for future dates that few met it. She wanted someone who was really good looking, with a good body, really smart and sensitive and funny and gentle, but also tough, and, of course, with a good car.

And it had to be someone she trusted, someone who wouldn't grope her unless she gave him the right signals, who would back off when she told him to, who - .

Well, maybe she was looking for perfection. So what? Wasn't she worth perfection?

She took out her key and unlocked the front door, then pushed it open and bent to pick up the mail that had been dropped through the slot. She closed the door behind her and dropped the mail off on the hall table as she headed upstairs.

She went down the hall to her room and dropped her books on the desk there, then pulled off her jacket and dropped it onto the back of the chair.

She dropped onto her bed with a sigh, sliding her hands under her head as she looked up at the roof. What, she wondered, would it be like to just do it? To lay there and let a guy... do her?

She imagined a guy laying on top of her, grinding himself into her pussy. She spread her legs as far apart as the bed would allow, imagining what it would feel like to have a guy pushing his cock into her tight little pussy while tied up.