All Tied Up Part 2 By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved. Story Codes MF The next day--which was a Monday--my afternoon lecture was cancelled, as indicated by a note on the door. I really wasn't all that disappointed; I wasn't breezing through the class, but it was a two hour lecture-not my favorite. I decided to work on the 'list' that had formed in my mind the day before. It had been quickly whittled down to only a few names and most were long shots, being actual ex-girlfriends. Only one name did seem like it might actually pan out, so I figured I had nothing better to do than look her up. Last I knew, she worked at a restaurant, so I might at the very least score a cheap (or maybe free) meal. I had spent time with Rebecca while working over the summer. I had been working at a coffee shop, and she was a manager at the restaurant across the parking lot. She had been a regular customer, and we started hanging out together outside of our works, then sleeping together every now and then. Where Emily and I are 'fuck-buddies', Rebecca and I were more of the friends with benefits kind. We got along really well, and had some pretty good sex, but our lives really didn't cross enough for anything more. If it weren't for me going back to school, we might have grown closer. I walked the few blocks to the restaurant, and had myself seated. I ordered just a coffee, and asked if I could see the manager. Seeing the look on the waiter's face, I quickly added that she was a friend, and that I wasn't some horribly irate customer. He said he would see if she was free, and disappeared into the back, leaving me with my coffee and the elderly couple in the corner. After a few minutes, Rebecca came out; her curious look replaced by surprise as she recognized me. "Jacob, my God! It's been months." She insisted that I stand so she could give me hug, then we both sat back down at my table. She was older than me, in her late twenties; I had never learned her exact age. In many ways she was the opposite of Emily. She was shorter than me, not much more than five feet and had long dark hair, well past her shoulders, dark eyes, and her skin had a dusky complexion, all from a mixed Native American and Asian ancestry. Where Emily was thin, Rebecca called herself well fed; not fat, but soft and round. She was quick to mention she did work at a restaurant. She sat before me dressed for work, in a grey blouse and neck tie, with black slacks and matching black sneakers. "So, what brings you here? Just visiting?" She asked once we were both seated. "Well, I'm not really visiting. I have a sorta...weird request. I'm sorry I haven't found time to actually visit. My schedule really doesn't mesh with yours, you know." She smiled back at me. "Yeah, I know. It's okay, I won't hold it against you...too much at least. So what's your request?" I balked for a moment. I really didn't know how to pose the question without sounding stupid. "It's kinda awkward, so give me a minute." "Take your time, just not too much. I have things to do, and I want to go home." I smiled at her. "I think I'll just be blunt. First off, our, um, benefits?" She leaned in closer, glancing to the elderly customers, complaining about politics over their soup. "You mean sex?" "Yeah. Are we still, um..." I trailed off, not knowing how to phrase the question. I think she got the point. "You asking if I'm still open to having benefits with you?" "Yeah." She thought for a moment before speaking. "Well, I'm still single, so I think maybe. Is that your request?" I lowered my voice. I didn't want anyone else to hear. "It's part of it. I have a friend, and we have...benefits too. Not like you and I had...have...you know. Different dynamic." I stumbled a bit, feeling like I was about to put my foot in my mouth. I decided to get to the point. "Anyways, we came across a soft-core last night on TV; it had some woman tied up. She started talking about getting tied up, tying up, that sort of thing. Guess the show got her interested in trying. I have an idea about it, but I need a third party. And you were first on the list of people to try." "Don't want to just ask anyone off the street, I suppose? So what's your idea? I might be game. Is this going to be a threesome?" She leaned in close on the last part. "Well, not really. It starts with..." "Hang on," she cut me off, glancing at the clock. "I don't know how long you're going to take, but I have only about fifteen minutes of work to do before I go home for the day. Why don't you tag along, tell me at length, then I'll give you ride home? Think you can hang out here for that long?" "I think so," I replied, sipping my coffee. "Okay then. You just sit tight; I'll be out in a moment." She got up and headed back to the counter. ----- The fifteen minutes turned into almost forty, but after a little while she sent a hamburger out to keep me busy. When she was finally done, she came out with her purse and coat. "Okay, bud. Let's go." She headed out the door, not really waiting for me. She was like that, especially around work. I quickly collected my things rushed after her; not that she would have left without me, but I really didn't know. By the time I got me and my stuff in her car, she had the engine on and was in gear. As she started to back out, she smiled at me. "I love how cute you get when you're flustered, you know that?" "Oh." It was about a ten minute drive to the little two bedroom house she rented. We made small talk about the weather and the status of my classes on the way there. Once we got to her house, and she dropped her things on a table before indicating that I should sit on the couch. I sat, dropping my bag near the door. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked me as she disappeared into the kitchen. "What do you have?" "A bunch of stuff," she hollered from around the corner. "I'm having a screwdriver myself: work was a little hectic today and I need to wind down." I figured 4:30 wasn't really too early for cocktails, but I wasn't a big fan of vodka. "I'll have a beer." "Thought you might." She soon appeared with drinks in hand. She had released her long hair from its clips, and it hung loose around her shoulders as she sat at the other end of the couch. "Okay, now give me details." I spent the next few minutes detailing my 'plan'. It didn't take long, since the plan was relatively simple. She listened intently, while shedding her shoes and rubbing her feet through her socks, sipping her drink all the while. "I'm pretty sure where I fit into your plan. Does your friend...," she paused with a silent question. "Emily." "Does Emily know, Um, well...How much does she know." "She knows she'll be tied up, blindfolded at the beginning. And she knows there'll be another person." "Safe to say she knows I'll be a woman." Rebecca knew I had no desire for other men. "Safe to say. Does that mean you'll do it?" "Probably. I have a few questions. And..." she took a long draw from her glass, practically finishing it, before she moved closer to me on the couch. "I need to know if you're still up to the task." "Up to the task?" A little light came on in my head. "You know about me in bed..." "I know that you were good in bed. That was months ago. Who knows what this Emily person has done to you since then. And it's been a while for me; I don't want you to go off unexpectedly during the show." With that she started to rub her hand along my thigh. She turned serious again to ask: "Will Emily be okay if I claim some benefits?" I thought for a moment. "Yes. We stick to each other, but she told me to make sure who ever I got is good in bed." I raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. "I need to make sure you haven't gotten out of practice during your dry spell." "Touche‚." And with that, she was kissing me. We both fell into the kiss easily. We were familiar with each other, and she was a good kisser, who liked to kiss. She tasted of oranges and vodka, and her hair smelled of apples and cooking grease. We kissed for a while, heating each other up. Our hands started to roam each other's bodies, rubbing our clothes into disarray. I broke from her lips, and moved to kiss her neck, feeling the heat rising from her chest, my hand tangling itself in her hair. Her hand made its way down to the front of my pants, and she grabbed a hold of my growing erection. "My, you're a bit direct." I said to her. "Like I said, it's been a while." She squeezed me hard, drawing in a hissing breath through her teeth. "I need it quick and hard first, then we can slow down, really test each other. Can you deal?" "As long as I'm home at a reasonable hour. It's a school night, you know." She was one of the few people I could really joke with while in bed, so to speak. She giggled as she nuzzled my neck, and then moaned as my erection twitched under her hand. She sat up again and looked at me, desire starting to shape her dark features. "Don't go anywhere," she said as she got up from the couch. "And lose these," she tugged at the front of my jeans. With that, she grabbed her drink, and downed the rest of it as she disappeared into the hall leading to the rest of the house. I busied myself with taking my shoes, socks, and jeans off, getting everything out of the way before she got back. She came back, something small in her hand which she tucked into the top of the couch near my head. She tugged at my boxers. "Those too." As I stood up to remove my boxers, she started to work on her slacks. "My, that's a nice sight," she commented as my erection sprang from confinement. After I got out of my shorts, she motioned for me to sit back down. She pulled her slacks and panties off with one smooth motion, and the smell of her arousal wafted past me. I could see beads of moisture glistening on her dark pubic hair, just visible past the front edge of her work blouse, as she moved forward and put one knee on either side of me where I sat on the couch. She pulled my head toward her as she sat down, and covered my mouth with a hungry kiss. As she worked her tongue against my teeth and lips, she ground her hips against mine, rubbing her slit along my dick. I feel her pussy slide all over my erection, extremely hot and wet. I broke from her kiss so I could speak. "You seem very worked up." She was breathless as she spoke, continuing to rub moisture from her slit onto my dick. "Like I said before, it's been a while. And we've been talking about sex. Can you blame a girl?' "No." I felt my dick twitch against her. She ground her hips into my harder in response. "Hmm. Feels like you're ready. I know I am." "So what are we waiting for?" "Good question. Now hold that thought." She kissed me quickly, and then shuffled her butt back so my erection stood up from my groin between us. She grabbed what she had stuffed in the couch moments before, which turned out to be a condom. "I don't need any little versions of you and me running around," she explained lightly as she busied herself with enveloping my erection with the rubber. I pulled her down for a kiss, as she softly stroked my encased member back to full hardness. "No need to explain. Your terms, I'm not that picky." She smiled at that. "You are so sweet, you know that. Now hush." She guided the head of my cock into her folds. "We have work to do." With that she sat down on me in one go, impaling herself. Her inside was incredibly hot, and even though I couldn't feel her moisture through the condom, I could feel it run out her and onto my balls as my cock forced its way inside. She took my hands and placed them on the swell of her ample hips, and then moved hers to the back to the couch to support herself as she started to rise and fall on my trapped erection. Where Emily treated sex as an action, to Rebecca it was an act. She took it all very seriously, wanting to milk each action for all the pleasure she could, making sure that I (or who ever she was with, I would image) got everything I could. This time, she wanted release, and she was going to use my cock for all its worth to get it. She didn't make much noise during sex, and now was really no different. She simply sighed and moaned and mewed into my neck and she worked her hips against my cock, losing herself in the act. She started to pick up speed, her grinding and rocking simplifying to just up and down thrusts, pounding her clit across my pubic hair with each stroke. I moved my hips in response, thrusting my cock deep into her every time she dropped her hips against me, though I was really just along for the ride. I held her hips to keep myself steady, feeling her sweat run down from inside her shirt, watching her shinny hair bounce on her head every time her hips smacked mine. In no time at all, I could see her orgasm as it started to build in her face. When her climax hit, she rammed her hips down against me as her body contracted around my cock. She tilted her head back in a silent scream, the tendons on her neck standing out in sharp relief. As the release rolled over her and subsided, she let out an explosive moan, before gasping for breath. She sat in my lap, rocking her hips against me as she caught her breath. As she recovered, I took over, pistoning my cock in and out of her. At that point I don't think I could have stayed still to save my life, as I felt her aftershocks ripple up and down my shaft. She moaned as she ground against me, and then leaned back, a warm and happy smile on her face as she bounced with my thrusts. I started to move in earnest, feeling my own orgasm approaching, groaning as I watched her smiling face. She leaned a bit forward, so my cock could slide full length in and out of her, and watched my face intently. I reached up and behind her, under her arms to grab her shoulders and hold her in place while as I fucked her. Our bodies made a wet slapping noise every time they came together, drowning out the sound of her panting breath. As I climbed toward orgasm, I closed my eyes and started a long, drawn out groan. Just before I started to come, Rebecca leaned against me, pulling my head against her shoulder. The feel of her hot breath down the back of my shirt sent me over the edge. As I shuddered and filled the condom with jizz, I surreally thought that it would be much nice if I could feel her soft breasts against my chest, instead of her bra cups. My chest heaved as I held her body down against my lap, my cock twitching deep inside her with the last of my orgasm. We sat there for a while, panting as we caught our breath. After a moment, she grabbed my head and started to kiss me gently. I had forgotten how much she liked to kiss. We had down a lot more necking that one would expect from fuck buddies. We made out quietly, until my softening dick finally slipped out of her damp pussy. Looking down to make sure the condom stayed on me, she rolled to one side and sat on the couch and regarded my face for a moment, before she spoke. "Well, did I pass the test?" "With flying colors." She smiled and chuckled. I had forgotten how much I liked her smile. "Good." She leaned over and we kissed a bit more, just pecks and nips at each other's lips. After a bit, I pulled away to speak. "I thought about telling you it was inconclusive. That I need to test your versatility." "Thinking you might get another go around?" She raised an eyebrow. "I guy would be crazy if he didn't want another time with you." She smiled again, this time a warm, embarrassed smile. She blushed a little past the lingering orgasmic flush. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mister." "You say that, but..." I trailed off. "But?" I hesitated a moment. I was torn a bit. I was remembering how much I liked being around Rebecca. We had connected, differently that Emily and I. I knew that both relationships I had were officially 'friends who fuck', but I also knew that things were never what they seemed. My relationship with Emily was easy; I didn't want to risk ruining it, even though I would admit that I liked Rebecca better as a person as opposed to a lay. Part of me was wondering how Emily would react to the fact that I had just fucked one of my 'ex's. After a moment, I finished what I had been saying. "...but I seem to remember that I could compliment my way between your legs on a regular basis." "Don't flatter your flattery." She smiled, this time her mischievous smile. "It may have helped a little bit, and I might not want to admit it, but most of the time I was going to let you between my legs anyways." I laughed heartily at that, and she joined me. It was quite the sight, both of us naked from the waist down. A slimy condom clinging to my wilted erection, our groins each creating their own damp spot on her couch. "Let's clean up, then we can go over your plan."