“Have you ever been tied up before?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No . . . but it’s actually something I’ve wanted to try.”
“I don’t have padded handcuffs or anything like that,” I said, “but I think we could make do with a few of my old sports ties that I never wear.”
“What if we record it? I’ve never done that before either.”
I tried to hide my surprised expression. She wanted to make a sex tape? “Sure,” I said. “If you want to, I’m all for it.”
She got up and started going through her purse while I went into my closet and found, at the very back, a handful of ties in a variety of bright colors. She’d set her phone up on my dresser. I eyed it.
“You really want to tape this?”
“I think it’ll be hot to rewatch it. Don’t worry; I’m not going to post it on YouTube or anything.”
“I really don’t think YouTube would let you put something like that up to begin with.”
I had a platform bed that didn’t really have anything you could tie someone to, so instead, I tied her wrists together above her head, and held the excess material in my left hand,
pulling tight so she couldn’t move her arms. Her skirt was still on, so I pushed it up so it was around her waist and I started teasing her, rubbing her clit, then moving my hand down and starting to slide a finger into her but pulling it back before it was able to really enter her. She started to writhe, little mewling sounds escaping from her throat. I kissed her throat, her nipples. I kept doing this until she was practically convulsing with desire and begging me to stop, and the only thing she wanted was to feel me inside of her.
Happy to oblige.
I kicked my pants off, and, still holding her hands above her head, I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, then used the head of my dick to probe at her. When I felt her entrance, I paused, not quite in her yet, feeling her whole body quiver. And then I thrust my hips forward, pushing all the way into her, so our pelvises were touching.
She let out an anguished-sounding shriek and her arms thrashed against the tie, but I held on tight. She was so wet it was like a slip and slide, except she was also so wonderfully tight that I felt like I barely had to even move. I took deep breaths and tried to take the edge off a little, because if I didn’t, I was going to come right then and there, and I wanted this to last as long as it possibly could.
So we both moved slowly, and I alternated between short, shallow thrusts and longer, harder ones, taking my time before pulling my dick almost all the way back out of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back, pulled valiantly against the tie, but there was no way I was letting this go. I started to fuck her harder, faster, falling into a rhythm and she moved with me, and it felt like we had merged and become one. I tightened my grasp on the tie, pulling her arms further above her head, and I leaned my forehead against hers as we both came together.
13.
Tessa
I met up with Lindsey at the Haymarket. We had plenty of work that we needed to do, but first she wanted to hear all about what I had done with Leo. I hadn’t told her about not wearing underwear to class, but I did now.
“You really did that?” she asked. “The other day in class?”
“Yes.”
“And I had no idea! Holy shit. Who are you turning into? That time at the bar, not wearing underwear to class, getting tied up . . . and did you say you videotaped it, too?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s so hot. I mean, I know you were originally going to try to get some stuff to use in case he tried to not give you a good grade, but now it seems more like you should just have it because it’s so hot. Have you watched it?”
“No, not yet.”
“Your sex life is more exciting than mine! That is so hot, by the way. I have never been able to find a guy that wants to tie me up! Why is that? Isn’t it supposed to be like every guy’s secret fetish or something?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” I said, thinking back to the way it felt with my wrists trapped against the smooth silk of the tie, my arms yanked up over my head, immobilized. Before that had happened, I wouldn’t have said I was someone who was into that sort of thing, but now that I’d actually experienced it, I realized how great it was.
“I’m kind of jealous, you know,” Lindsey said. “This makes me want to go proposition one of my professors. Except none are as hot as Leo is, so it probably wouldn’t be as fun. Do you think it’s going to stop once the semester is over? It kind of seems like it’s something you guys should keep doing. I know I would.”
“I don’t know,” I said. Originally, that had been the plan, but now I didn’t want to stop it. It was too much fun, too exciting. I had a feeling he felt the same way. “It would be nice if we could keep it going. But maybe that’s why it’s working out so well right now? Because we both assumed there was going to be an end date?”
Lindsey made a face. “Maybe,” she said, “but I would hate to think that good sex only happens because you know you’re not going to have to see the person forever.”
“I don’t think that. But . . . maybe it would start to lose its appeal if we kept doing it. I wouldn’t want this to go from something that had been so exciting to totally monotonous.” I could remember how exciting things had felt with Nick when we first started hooking up. It had felt similar to this, and then Nick had decided he wasn’t interested anymore. I wanted to think that things with Leo were different, but he was, after all, still a guy. And guys seemed able to get sick of things when you were least expecting it.