It's like Trish and Rachy and I are close, really close. So this slumber party was no big thing, we've slept over dozens of times before.
But freshman year is over, and it's been a horrendous year. What with the new teachers and being newbies and the guys really starting to make eyes at us... boys can be so immature!
Anyway, next week we're off to summer camp, but not all to the same place, so this is our last night together for a long time, and we we're getting really silly. We'd been tickling and pillow fighting, and talking about Greg. Greg is this really studly sophmore who's been asking about me.
"Forget about Greg. What do men and treasury bonds have in common?" says Trish.
"I don't know." says I.
"Neither one are worth anything until they mature."
With that Trish pushes me on my back and pins me: pins me in a real funny way. "One... two..." She's got hold of my wrists, but she's holding them at funny places, not just even up over my head. I'm stronger so I can push her off when I put my mind to it. I bump her so my shoulders come up, but I don't toss her off. I want to see if I could figure what's up with this new pin position. "One... two... [bump]" After the second bump, I figure out she isn't holding my arms down, she's using her breasts and one upper arm to hold my breasts down. When I struggled, she just moved around on my boobs. It didn't feel bad. In fact, once I realized what she was doing, my nipples hardened, but I don't think Trish noticed.
Anyway, Rachel was watching and giggling, she always giggled, so the third time I push up with my hips and roll Trish off. Then I got her back by rolling her on her stomach and pulling her left arm into an armlock behind her. Trish screamed a little, but she shut up when I folded her knees so her ankles were over her rump and I sat on them. Her feet were in my crotch, I had her left arm held high up her back. I tickled her right side, she squirmed and tried to catch my hand. I caught her arm instead and there she was -- arms and feet all tucked behind her. She couldn't move a muscle.
Not that she didn't try for a bit, but there was an odd tenseness, she wasn't trying as hard as she could. "It's not a pin." she finally said.
"Then I guess I'll have to tie you up until you say, 'Uncle.'"
"Ooh, tie ups." said Rachel, "I'll get some rope." We'd tied each other up before, so it didn't take long for Rachel to come back with rope. In the meantime, I kept tickling Trish so she'd be out of breath. She struggled a lot; I was on a bucking bronco. She worked her legs and feet between my legs a lot, trying to throw me off, but I kept my balance. She'd tickle my tummy with her feet, it felt real nice and tingly. I'd let her do it for a second or two, then I'd tickle her feet 'til she stopped.
Rachel came back. "Help me! This is a wildcat!" I shouted and laughed. Rachel looped some cord around Trish's wrists while I held them together, but it was tough to tighten the loops up, Trish is a good squirmer. A minute later Rachel, winded, gave up.
"Oh, Rachel, you're worthless." I moaned.
"I tell you what." Trish said between pants, "Lets play Strip Poker, and the loser gets tied up. She has to let the others tie her up good. Then she can try to get free."
"Strip Poker? Where'd you get that idea?"
"I just thought of it."
I sat hard on her, pressing her heels into her rump, and pushed her arms up her back so they were higher than her elbows. Trish and I are both double jointed, so this didn't hurt... much. "Trish, your nose is a foot long and growing. What's the catch?"
"Nothing... really."
I looked at Trish. She was wearing her short white top and cut off jeans... one, two pieces of clothing. I pulled up the top a little--bra... the cute little one... three. I pulled down her cutoffs a little--panties, just one pair... four. For some reason I noticed her midriff skin was soft and the curve from her waist to her hips was delicate, not some sort of stair case like old women have. Even her toe skin felt nice. Why was I noticing her skin?... Oh well, only four pieces of clothing, this would be fast. "No tricks?" I said.
"No... Hey!" she shouted as I pulled off her earrings and rings.
"Wait!" said Rachel as she put on some socks. She was still only in her T-shirt nightee and panties.
"OK" I said, and I let Trish up. We all had just four pieces of clothing.
We sat in a circle. I was looking forward to tying Trish up real good, so she'd really have to struggle. Yes, and I was also looking forward to being tied up. I love to escape ropes. It's a real tingly thrill. But this time was going to be different. Naked this time, and Trish as acting so strange! So aggressive, like she had something in mind. What would she do to me while I was tied up? What would I do to her? Why was Rachel still here?
Rachel? Rachel's just being here would keep this from getting too wierd... too bad, perhaps.
Trish started dealing. I got an eight and a four.
"Hit me... no not that way!" I said as Trish cocked back her arm.
"Oh, all right." she said, and dealt me a King. "Busted." she gloated.
I took off my top and we started again. I got two threes this time. "Hit me." another three, "Hit me." a ten "Stop." nineteen total. Trish turned her cards: two tens.
I sighed as my jeans came off.
I lost the next round, and there I was in only panties. My luck had to change, didn't it? It didn't!
I thought for a moment, then start started to take off my panties. I had them down to my knees when I mumbled, "You cheat!"
Trish was on me in a flash. She rolled me over on my stomach and had my arms behind me as she hopped on my rump. My legs were out straight though, Trish wasn't sitting on my ankles like I had been on her, and Rachel was stripping my panties off the rest of the way. I tingled at the gentle caress of the rope as part of it dragged over my back and arms. Trish pulled my arms tight behind me and pushed my wrists up above my elbows, then started straightening the rope. My heart was pounding, I could hardly stand the anticipation as I felt the rope dragging on my back and Trish sitting on my naked behind humming quietly to herself. I felt one loop around my wrists, another...
"Wait!" I thought, "Trish had cheated! This is a scheme." I pulled my arms out of the soft loops and started struggling. Normally Trish can't hold me, and Rachel just giggles. But this time Rachel was sitting on my legs and she already crossed my ankles and had a couple loops around them. I could keep my arms free, but not my legs. As I struggled to keep my arms away from Trish, Rachel added loop after loop. Soon my ankles were held tight and Rachel tied the knot. I was thoroughly enjoying this struggle. I was breathing hard and getting excited. I really love to struggle before I get tied up.
"OK." Rachel whispered. She was whispering for no reason.
"Turn around and get her arms." whispered Trish. Why were they whispering, it was a little scary to have them whispering.
Rachel grabbed an arm and held it on the floor as Trish shifted off my rump and slid up my back. What was Trish up to? Trish flipped around to face backwards, and sat on my head.
"Arrgh" said I, Trish had pinned my head and neck. But I was OK, I'd turned my head sideways as she was settling down, so my nose was out of danger. Now Trish and Rachel both held my arms behind me. Still I didn't give up until Trish got a rope under my elbows and used it to slowly pull my elbows behind me. My wrists followed, I sighed, and while Trish wrapped loop after loop around my elbows, Rachel was looping my wrists.
They took their time; the ropes were long. When they were done, there were big coils of rope around my elbows, wrists and ankles. I wasn't going anywhere, fast. And, in fact, I helped them out once I was helpless. I moved my arms around as much as I could to make sure Trish and Rachel had tied off all my motions, but not my circulation.
I was electric. I love being tied, and my friends were doing a first rate job. But I was feeling more this time, too. I felt Trish, and I smelled her and heard her as she concentrated on the ropes and my arms. I felt the little motions in her rump as it pressed against my neck. I could tell she was excited. Even though my nose was stuck in her leg, it was OK. I relaxed to savor the moment; my nipples were hardening again as I was rocked on the floor.
"Now for the gag." said Trish.
"What gag? We've never used a gag before." I said dreamily. Rachel was stringing a rope from my ankles to my wrists.
"There's always a first time... for a gag and a blindfold." I was scared, but Trish simply covered my mouth and my eyes with socks as Rachel drew my ankles up over my behind and tightened the rope holding them to my wrists. Hogtied! My right heel was in my hand, I wasn't going anywhere, but I wasn't uncomfortable, either.
"There's more surprises in store for you yet, today, dear. But we're going to have some dinner while you wait for dark." I heard them giggle as they left.