Forfeit · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Interesting,” said Polly, “and not something we’ve covered in our rules. I guess I get to pick?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Just… don’t take off my panties, please.”
“Very well. From now on, for each question you don’t answer, I get to add a rope.”
“What? I don’t understand.”
“Yes you do. You can either lose the panties, or you can slowly get tied up. Your choice.”
“Ok, I trust you… Just stop if I ask you to?”
“Of course. First one is right here, around your wrists.” Polly had pulled a box out from under a nearby couch, removed a short rope from it, and loosely wrapped a loop of rope around Charlotte’s wrists behind her back. Charlotte felt that she could escape without too much difficulty if she wanted to, and the restriction did not cause her any panic.
“Ok,” Charlotte gathered herself, aware that she probably looked more vulnerable now. “How many people have you tied up?”
“Not sure exactly, maybe a half-dozen? Some for sex, some for curiosity, all consensual of course. Have you ever been tied up before?”
Charlotte’s face immediately said the answer was yes, but she couldn’t get her mouth to agree. Polly watched her briefly struggle with it, before calmly taking the matter into her own hands, shushed Charlotte’s attempts at speech, and added another rope. This one connected the previous wrist loop and wrapped upwards around her neck, to hold her hands in the same position in the small of her back. Charlotte wiggled her hands for a minute to test the still-relaxed restriction, and calmed down after a minute. “Ok, how many people have tied you up?”
Polly laughed brightly. “One tried, but he wasn’t very good at it. I’m not criticizing him for being inexperienced, but it didn’t do anything for me either. Ok, what’s the most embarrassing thing in your dating history?” She knew this was slightly cheating, as Charlotte was historically loath to talk about anything embarrassing, but she couldn’t resist.
As expected, Charlotte was not able to answer this question to their collective satisfaction, so Polly added another rope. This one wrapped sideways around each bicep, pulling her arms towards the vertical rope she’d previously applied. Charlotte didn’t know it yet, but she was now stuck.
Charlotte briefly tested the ropes, seeming to not mind the feeling. She eventually managed a question: “How important is sex in a relationship for you?”
“I’d say not all that important, but it is a sort of icing on the cake, right? A good relationship with bad or no sex is still a good relationship. A bad relationship with great sex is still a bad relationship. But a good relationship with good sex is fantastic. Just make sure you’re getting what you need out of it. What celebrity would you like to be in the room with us right now?”
Charlotte blushed again, apparently imagining one of her offhand fantasies seeing the two of them naked or nearly so. “I don’t think I want you to know that. You’ll tease me too much.”
Polly laughed. “But you seem to love the teasing so much!” She tied a fourth rope, parallel to the third. This one really limited the mobility of Charlotte’s arms, which she was definitely noticing. “I mean, I could just lay on the couch, entirely without objective, and you might still call it teasing.” She grinned and half-reclined in a manner that Charlotte would have said was extremely intentionally sensual. “See? I’m not even doing anything. Are you… enjoying this?”
Charlotte closed her eyes, as if trying to focus on something else. Polly could see her arms flexing slightly against the ropes, her lips muttering some inaudible mantra, and… there was a bulge growing in her panties. Ah, I see now, thought Polly, was this really the source of all of her worries? Silly girl.
“Char, are you ok? You’re looking a bit frazzled.” Polly’s concern was evident in her voice.
“No no no no no no no no, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to know. Now you’ll hate me too.”
“Nope, not even a little bit,” Polly replied calmly, not rising to the emotional bait.
“But you will! Everybody does! When they find out. That I’m… different.” She continued to pull ineffectually against her ropes, but Polly noticed that she had not asked to be let out.
“You don’t seem to be hearing me. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” Polly said, still reclining on the couch in her relaxed position. “In fact, I think I rather like it.”
“What do you mean, you like it? Are you some kind of chaser?”
“No, I don’t think so, if I understand the term. I’ve liked you since we met, but could never see myself dating a woman long-term because I like dick too damn much. Straps just aren’t the same, you get me?”
Charlotte just stared at her. This was not how she had dreaded this particular conversation might go. Granted, this topic was one that she avoided at all costs because of her overactive imagination, but in all her years, it had never gone ‘well’.
“So here’s the deal, Char. Your ‘secret’ is safe with me. We can still be roommates. You can still date as normal, and you had better bet that I’ll be mama bear if you ever need the backup. Orrrrrr, we can keep playing, and see where this takes us. What do you think?”
“What do you mean? You want to keep asking me questions? Are you just trying to embarrass me more?” Charlotte tried to rally some humor as armor.
“That's really not what I had in mind,” Polly said, lithely standing up from the couch and walking over to Charlotte, who was still sitting on the floor with her legs out in front of her. She was still naked except for the boots, and Charlotte felt rather vulnerable in her current predicament. In more ways than one, she thought wryly. Polly flowed gracefully downwards, half-sitting on her knees with her feet on either side of Charlotte’s legs, keeping eye contact the entire time. “Hey, listen. I’m going to push, but I’ll stop as soon as you ask me to.”
Charlotte was wide-eyed and frozen, unsure what to do with this new development.
Polly waited for a moment, then smiled and leaned in to kiss Charlotte gently. It was tentative at first, soft and cautious, but rapidly evolved as Charlotte responded enthusiastically. Their kiss became deeper and stronger, fueled primarily by Charlotte’s growing need. Whenever Polly felt that it was becoming too desperate, she’d pull back and check in with Charlotte’s facial expression and ability to focus. If Charlotte tried to maintain the connection too long, Polly would push her away by her shoulders, and since Charlotte’s arms were still bound behind her, she couldn’t fight it effectively. When this would happen, Charlotte would whine wordlessly, driven by desires that she wasn’t able to articulate.
Polly smiled at her distracted roommate, wondering if she’d ever had a date that had provoked this reaction. Probably not, all things considered, since she’s stayed so defensive. She’d probably not let herself be this vulnerable. I’m glad she’s in a safe space now.
She had also noticed that during their brief makeout session, the previously-so-distressing bulge in Charlotte’s panties had been growing. It seemed to be actively straining against the thin fabric by this point.
“Char? Are you awake in there?”
“Mmmm, yes, Polly? Why’d you stop?”
“There’s something poking my leg, and I wondered if letting it out to play might be more comfortable for you.”
Charlotte bit her lower lip hard, clearly still worried that it was going to be a problem. She shook her head minutely, “No, it’s fine. Can I just kiss you some more instead?”
Polly smiled sadly, “I think that you do want to play, but for some reason think that I don’t want to. Well, I do want to. Can you believe me?”
Charlotte looked intensely into Polly’s eyes, as if trying to discern what she was thinking. After a moment, she seemed to accept the friendly openness in Polly’s face. She nodded, somewhat shudderingly, before managing to say out loud, “Yes, I believe you. It’s just… hard for me to admit. I’ve… never let anybody see it.”
Polly noticed that despite Charlotte’s apparent indecision, the bulge in her panties had not relaxed. She smiled and said, “I’ll consider myself lucky to be the first, then. Shall I?”
“Yes, please. But kiss me again?”
Polly leaned in and kissed Charlotte thoroughly again, hands caressing the sides of her face. After making sure she was getting back into the mood nicely, she let her hands slide down Charlotte’s shoulders, side, and hips. She definitely wanted to explore these areas more in the near future, but at the moment she had more pressing matters to take care of. She slipped her hands under the back of Charlotte’s panties’ waistband, and slowly slid her panties over her butt and down her legs. The front of the fabric briefly caught on the obstruction that it was covering, before freeing it from its cotton prison. Charlotte sighed softly with the change in sensation.
Polly pointedly didn’t touch the newly-accessible appendage just yet, but instead leaned towards Charlotte and began kissing her again, to which she responded enthusiastically. Polly could see that Charlotte’s arms were still tensing against the ropes intermittently, and she suspected that Charlotte was likely wanting to wrap her arms around her for better kissing access. Polly gradually slid her hips forward, continuing to kiss Charlotte, until her hips came into contact with Charlotte’s upward-facing erection. As she did, Charlotte arched her back with a small gasp, as if she’d never been touched before. Which it sounds like she may never have been, thought Polly. I’m glad I get to help with that.
Polly started slowly grinding her hips in a circle, alternately touching and not touching, drawing more and more sighs, twitches, and gasps out of Charlotte. She lifted her hips forward and pressed her bare lips against the underside of Charlotte’s penis. It feels like it’s still growing! I probably shouldn’t tease her too much, but it’s so much fun…
Charlotte seemed to keep forgetting that they were kissing and would just freeze in place for moments, mouth open and eyes unfocused. Polly took some advantage of these times to kiss her neck and collarbones, which seemed to wake her back up with a new wave of shivers. “Oh, Polly, what are you even doing to me? I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“Me? I’m hardly doing anything. Just a little bit of kissing, that’s all. Hopefully this isn’t too much for you,” Polly smirked, knowing that teasing her like this wasn’t fair, as she wasn’t entirely able to defend herself rationally.
“It’s so nice… Better than I imagined…”
You ain't seen nothing yet, my little cutie. Polly leaned back a bit, the kissing interrupted by their brief conversation. “It’s probably a good thing that I wrapped your hands up. I’m all topless and vulnerable, and wouldn’t want you taking advantage of me.” She fondled her own ample breasts and let her head hang languidly. She peeked one eye towards Charlotte and internally giggled at the undisguised lust on her face. She also felt Charlotte’s erection continuing to squirm and grow its way up her stomach. “Hmm, should I do something with this?” she asked, as she reached a hand down and wrapped it around the still-expanding member.
Charlotte gasped and rolled her head back, clenching her hands behind her. “Oh, why are you teasing me so much? Why won’t you let me touch you? I don’t know that it’s ever felt this good before… I’ve never even…”
She trailed off in the middle of her sentence, because Polly had stood up slightly on one foot and was rubbing the head of Charlotte’s throbbing member against her well-lubricated pussy lips. Charlotte was murmuring wordlessly and attempting to thrust her hips, but she had no leverage due to her seated position.
“Did you need some help with something, dear?” Polly asked, continuing to rub the tip. “I’m not sure I know what you’re wanting.”
“Oh please put it in. Stop torturing me. Please let me feel it. I feel like I’m going to pass out if you don’t. Why are you so mean to me?” She continued to plead semi-coherently.
“I guess I’ll allow it, just this once,” Polly responded playfully, and gradually slid downwards on the eager cock. She’d have sworn that there were little translucent hearts flying off Charlotte’s face, and that blissful expression was a sight that she’d never forget. She is entirely too cute, and far better-looking than she seems to think, thought Polly. Charlotte started to fall backwards, no longer paying attention to balance, but Polly caught her by the ropes and held her up. She continued to very slowly impale herself on the yearning shaft, much to Charlotte’s apparent delight.
When Polly finally managed to get all of it inside her, she was feeling rather full. It had a lovely thickness to it, and was just the right length to stroke her insides. I could definitely get used to this, she thought, and Char doesn’t seem to be minding this at all. The still-bound girl was looking fairly overwhelmed with sensations, but her continuous stream of moans and whimpers was music to Polly. Instead of thrusting, as she often would in this position, Polly contented herself with rolling her hips around in circles, grinding herself against Charlotte from all different directions.
Polly was thoroughly enjoying herself, even without considering the feelings she was getting from watching Charlotte become more and more inarticulate. But she noticed that Charlotte’s movements were becoming increasingly erratic, and knew that she was getting close. Now the question: pull out and take it to the chest? Or let her go inside? Even as she considered, she knew she’d already made the decision. She grinned exuberantly, and started doing deep strokes up and down Charlotte’s throbbing erection.
Charlotte got tenser and tighter and tauter until finally, with an enormous exhalation, she convulsed strongly. Polly could feel her pulsing inside, and it just went on and on. She pulled Charlotte towards her, so she wouldn’t fall backwards, and Charlotte responded by burying her face in Polly’s bosom, and just kept orgasming. Damn girl, I’m a little jealous, but I guess you’re probably way overdue, thought Polly.
When Charlotte had finally exhausted her cannon, Polly sat calmly and savored the sensation of closeness and connection, holding Charlotte up against her chest. She reached behind her and untied the knots that she could reach, so that Charlotte’s arms were no longer bound. After some minutes, some awareness started to filter back into Charlotte, and she started moving slightly, nuzzling into Polly as if still dreaming. As she came back to life, she lifted up her head and opened unfocused eyes.
“Polly…? Am I dreaming?”
“No, my dear,” laughed Polly. “You did have a bit of a nap, though.”
Charlotte shook off the remaining ropes that were draped on her, and wrapped both arms tight around Polly’s midsection, nearly squeezing the air out of her. “No, I think I must still be dreaming. This doesn’t make any sense otherwise.”
Polly laughed, and kissed her erstwhile lover deeply. “I need to use the bathroom first, but I expect you to be in that bed and ready for some serious cuddles when I get back, capiche?”
They separated with a shared laugh, and briefly parted ways, aware that their futures would hold many more adventures together.
Forfeit · Part 2 (2/2)
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