...There's a noise... no a touch! It must be Trish, she's rubbing my tummy and pussy. I'm too tired... well... no I'm not after all. As I wake it feels better and better. Trish rubs anything that's bare. She's breathing heavily. She kisses me hard through the gag, but it's not enough for her.
"Not a word out of you, right?" Trish takes out the gag. It's hard to do, it's almost grown into me. She's gentle and it finally comes out, but I don't get a chance to breath, she's kissing me again.
I return the kiss. Trish is all over me breathing hard. It's exciting having Trish be this excited. She's not a man, but she's my best friend, and in some ways that's even better. Soon I'm gasping for air, too, and straining to kiss back as hard as I can. Trish teases me. I can't see her so she sneaks in kisses from where I'm not facing. I turn to catch her and kiss her back, and when I do catch her we kiss and kiss.
How long this goes on, I don't know. But we both hear a creak.
"Shit." whispers Trish as she finds the gag and puts it back in my mouth. There's someone moving down stairs.
As Trish is putting the gag in I push my blindfold up. If there's trouble, I want to see it. I can't get away, it'll take minutes to undo my ropes, and it won't be a quiet process. But I want to see.
The noise stops. Trish waits a while then goes out. There's a little scream and a struggle, but not much. Soon Trish is coming back, her arms are held in a double armlock behind her by Greg. It's a gentle hold, she's standing straight up and walking in calmly... more than calmly, she looks like the cat ate the canary.
"Greg meet Darla, Darla meet Greg. Greg's been helping out tonight."
Greg pushes her into me and holds her there while he takes the rope off my neck. I've never felt a woman's nipples so hard as Trish's. This must be something she dreamed of.
Greg pulls her elbows behind her back and quickly loops her elbows and wrists. Trish is as supple as a cat. Somehow at the same time she's leaning into me and into the ropes binding her arms tightly behind her. I feel her nipples working into my breasts, I feel her shoulders rolling back, back.
"Down you go." Greg turns her around and forces her to sit in front of me, crosslegged. He takes the last of the rope, puts two loops around her ankles and ties it off. "That should hold you for a minute or two. Don't go away, I'll be back." Before he leaves, Greg takes out my gag.
Trish is still. I look down and I see her leaning forward slightly. She's moving her legs a little, but not her arms. I see the white cords holding her elbows and wrists. Finally, she leans back and looks up. She tickles my toes with her fingers.
"What's going on?" I say.
"Greg likes bondage, too." Trish said dreamily. She rubs my thighs with her hair.
"And, he thinks he's tied me up."
"I don't think so." I said.
Faster than even I could imagine, Greg was bounding up the stairs, blip, blip, he was up. He must have been taking them two or three at a time. He undid Trishes ankles and turned her around to press against me once more. He tied her ankles quickly, then carefully undid the ropes around her arms. As the last loop fell off, he pushed her arms over her head, and then slid up her top and bra. They were off, Trish was dreamy calm. Greg had tape, and Trishes wrists were taped to the pipe over my head. Her face was in my face, her breasts were pressing my breasts. Greg taped Trish at breast level, wrapping it around her and me and the pipe, pressing her tightly to me. He pulled down her pants, then taped hip level, the tape made a band of pressure around my fanny, pressing my hips into Trishes hips. My fanny moved around a lot under the tape, but it was always tight.
"Move your legs, Trish, around the outside." Greg said. Trish shuffled her feet around mine, got her knees outside mine. The pressure on the fanny tape increased. Greg taped around our knees and ankles and the pipe. Now Trish wasn't going anywhere fast, either.
"One last connection." Greg took the rope and squeezed it between our tummies to loop just my waist, then around my back and through my crack, beside the pipe. God, how much space do I have back there? He ran it between my legs, between Trishes legs, up through her crack to her back, and then looped around her waist. We were now crotch tied and fanny tied together. It felt wierd. I could feel every move. I was feeling someone's heart.
Greg stepped back to admire his work. Trish was still dreamy. "Open wide, Trish." She did. Oh my gosh, a ball gag! Did he make that? Trish took it without hesitation. This isn't her first time.
Trish is tensing, breathing heavy. Greg is rubbing her butt. I can feel it. He steps back. There's a slap. Trish jerks, I jerk. Another slap, Greg his spanking her! Trish is rocking and heaving against her bondage. She's rocking her hips and waving her elbows. Greg stops for moment to add more tape. He tapes her elbows so they can't wave, and just where her legs meet her butt. Trish struggles some more, but she can't move as wildly, instead she strains a lot harder into the bonds.
Greg gets out a towel. He whips her, and she moves against me. I can hear a towel snapping. He's made it into a rat tail. Once, twice, "Ouch!" he hits me. It stings just a little.
"You want a ball gag, too?" he asks.
"No!" I'm emphatic. That is too wierd.
He tapes my mouth instead. Then he whips us both some more. Greg has done this before. The sound is stinging sharp, but the impact is light. He's gentle, and he doesn't get me very often. I get into it, too.
It goes on, I don't know how long. Trish finally shouts through her gag three times, and Greg stops. He's not done, but he changes from tormentor to healer. He massages both of us, and what skin he can find on us through the ropes and tape, he rubs with baby oil. He pours some between our breasts... what a feeling! It's even smoother and oozier feeling than the sweat that has been building up. As tight as we're tied together, our breasts can now slide around a little again. Finally Greg pours bunches of oil on the tape holding Trish's wrists and elbows and legs.
"That oil will slowly dissolve the tape glue. You'll be out on your own in a while. But before I go, there's one more surprise." Greg goes down the stairs along, and two people come back up. It's Rachy.
She's wearing a full length tube skirt, her hands are tied behind her, and there's a white cloth gag that spreads over her cheeks but disappears completely between her lips. She's a delicate sight, not a hair mussed. Greg has a folding chair with him. He puts the chair right in front of us and sits Rachy in it. He ties her wrists to her waist through the chair, and ties her ankles to the leg. It's not much, but knowing Rachy, she'd die before she fought it. She giggles through the gag.
"See you three... sometime. Back at school next year, perhaps? Have a great summer, and give Ole Emo my best." Greg leaves. We hear his van go down the drive and away.
Yes, Trish and Rachy and I are close. We may be apart all summer, but we'll be sharing a vivid memory, and who knows what fall will bring? Trish starts working her arms and hips again, I move with her, and Rachy watches.
-- The End --