01 - College Kinks - Confessions

One of Jessica's friends, Alex, was good friends with some rich guy named Mike, whose parents were a kind of super wealthy business couple. They were rarely home, because they spent most of their time either on business trips or on vacation. Apparently, Mike used this to his advantage to host parties, which were infamous on the entire campus. This was the first time we were invited, thanks to Alex, which meant we had all kinds of high expectations. Still, I was not prepared for the house that Mike was hosting his party at.

No, house is the wrong word. It was an entire estate. A huge mansion with massive glass fronts through which multi-colored light fell down onto the well-taken-care-of lawn. The grounds were surrounded by large hedges and well-trimmed olive trees stood around the front yard. Colorful flowers lined the pathway, paved with clean white stones, up to the main entrance into the manor. A few palm trees could be seen in the back yard, which indicated that there was a garden even larger than the front yard out back.

The sun had not yet set completely, drenching everything in golden twilight. Voices of several people mixed with loud music drifted through the warm evening air towards us.

All in all, the whole atmosphere was straight out of a movie.

I looked at Jessica. Her open jaw suggested just as much astonishment as I had felt, her hungry eyes taking in the scene.

"Damn, so that's what real wealth looks like..." she said, absent-mindedly. Her parents were well off, paying her tuition for her, but they were nowhere near this kind of rich.

"What do you think, do his parents simply not know about Mike throwing parties, or do they know but not care?" I asked.

"Hm, maybe a mixture of both? Maybe they suspect, but don't care enough to find out," Jessica answered after thinking for a second.

We continued up the winding path through the front yard, ending at a large mahogany entrance door. It was propped up with empty pizza boxes, so it did not fall into the lock. I guessed this was because you would not be able to hear the doorbell over the music, if people arrived.

It seemed we were somewhat early, since there were not that many people around. In fact, we managed to immediately spot Alex, one of Jessica's friends she knew from high school, standing and talking with another boy. Alex was a treat: toned body, wide shoulders, delicious upper arms and tanned skin, as well as messy, curly chestnut hair. I did not have too much contact with him. While he visited occasionally, he was primarily Jessica's friend, and I respected that boundary.

He turned around, and after spotting us his jaw dropped. Jessica and I looked hot. Very hot, in fact. Jessica was wearing a black slit dress with a deep neckline, perfectly accentuating all her best features. I was wearing one of her red minidresses, but due to her being slightly taller than me, it looked more refined and modest on me.

"Dear god, you look hot," he shouted over the music. "Hopefully not just for me," he winked at me.

"Dream on, women only ever make themselves look good for their own satisfaction," Jessica answered with a cold stare.

They locked eyes for a moment in what looked like a silent battle, before bursting out laughing.

"Alex, I missed you so much, we haven't seen each other for too long," Jessica said.

They embraced warmly.

"Hey Alex, how are you?" I asked.

"Oh, so-so. I failed two exams, but hey, that doesn't matter tonight, right?"

Alex held out his hand to me in a formal way. Taken aback by this somewhat cold gesture, but not wanting to insult him, I took it.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a warm embrace as well, flinging his strong arms around my hip. I followed, and flung my arms around his neck, relieved that he did decide to treat me like a close friend instead of a distant acquaintance. I understood why Jess and Alex got along so well, both of them enjoying their own way of "power plays" to try and catch the other off guard.

After he let me go, he introduced me to the other boy that he had talked to before we joined them.

"Ladies, this is our gracious host, Michael."

"Screw you, Alex; the name is Mike," the other boy answered, laughing.

Mike was slightly older than the rest of us; he must have been in his mid- or late twenties, I guessed. He was good-looking: a nice face and brown, curly hair with a good body. While Alex was wearing an elegant shirt, with a pair of nice-looking black jeans, Mike was more laid back with a simple grey T-shirt on blue jeans.

"Great to see you found your way here. Alex told me a lot about you. Jessica, I assume...?" he asked, gesturing towards Jessica, who nodded. "... and Vanessa?" gesturing towards me.

"Yeah, thank you for the invitation," I smiled warmly. "I was afraid we were going to be late, but it seems that most people haven't yet arrived."

"True, they tend to take their time. But that leaves more time for me to get to know you. Do you want me to show you two around?" Mike asked, giving a cordial bow.

"Over there is the bar, run by my good friend Sam. You don't need to pay or anything, but I like to not have a dozen people rummage around my liquor and glasses and everything, so you can order anything you like from her, and she will be happy to take your order and prepare your drinks."

I looked over to where he was showing. One side of the massive living room was occupied by a long bar with half a dozen stools and a fully stocked liquor shelf behind it. A small woman in her early twenties, with brown, shoulder-length hair, and glasses stood behind the counter, pouring some drinks for three boys sitting on the bar stools. She must have been my age, but I could not recall having ever seen her on campus.

To my shock, she was wearing a very revealing maid outfit, one that you would usually see at 18+ Halloween parties. It barely covered her most intimate regions. But she did not seem uncomfortable. In fact, she smiled when she noticed me staring at her. There I noticed what seemed to be a wide choker around her neck. All in all, it was a very strange scene that nonetheless made me tingle with arousal. I imagined myself standing behind a bar, pouring drinks in a revealing outfit.

"She studies computer science at the faculty, and we met at one of my parties a while back," Mike said.

"How much do you pay her?" I asked, trying to break out of my daydream.

"Pay? Oh, no, she doesn't get paid. Let's just say, it is her fault that she works the way she does tonight," Mike answered with a mischievous grin, refusing to elaborate further.

Jessica seemed just as entranced by her as me, as she absentmindedly stared into the air, but Mike gestured for us to follow.

"The bathrooms are either next to the entrance, where we just met, or down this hallway, the last door to the right. Alternatively, there is another one on the upper floor, up the stairs in the living room, onto the gallery and then just stick to the left wall."

"Quite a mansion," Jessica muttered.

"Yeah, I don't even know why my parents bought this place, they are home at most 4 weeks a year," Mike answered. "Well, I shouldn't complain, it gives me the perfect venue to celebrate with my friends. And to make new friends," he added, smiling at us.

"Thanks, that is very generous," I answered.

"Oh please, what good is money if you don't spend it on having fun?" Mike laughed. "And besides, it is not even really 'my' money, so don't feel bad. My parents left me alone as soon as I was old enough to go to school. They just went on business trip after business trip, arriving for a day or two, and then going off somewhere else, leaving me enough money to care for myself. As I see it, it is their way of paying for the fact that they never really cared about me. In fact, I think they don't even care about the money at all, just about their job. Does that make sense?"

"I guess, but it's not like I can relate," I laughed. "I had to get a scholarship to study; I spent my last year in school in my room learning for the finals."

"Oh no, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to come off as a coddled rich kid who tries to make his issues bigger than they are," Mike answered, taken aback by my answer.

"It's fine, you don't," I answered, with sincere warmth.

"How about you tell us more about Samantha to make up for that?" Jessica asked with a grin.

"Oh, you will need to ask her about our arrangement," Mike answered. "But if you are interested, you should stick around until later, when most of the people have left. That is usually when the real fun begins." He grinned back at Jessica, adding, "I should go now, I hear more people coming, and should greet them. Make yourselves at home."

With these words he left for the entrance.

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When we returned to the living room, the space was significantly more populated. Students from all semesters had shown up. I recognized some from my classes and greeted them in passing, while making my way to the bar. Jessica wanted to fetch Alex to dance with him, and since I am not a very good dancer, I resigned myself to sitting at the bar and watching the crowd.

"Hey, what can I get you?" a soft, high-pitched voice behind me asked. I turned around.

"Oh hi, you must be Samantha," I answered, turning to face the lightly dressed girl. I noticed that what I had taken for a choker earlier from a distance was actually a collar, not unlike the one my parents had for our dog, and choked a bit. A little tag hung from the ring in the front, but it was currently turned in a way that it was facing toward her throat and away from me, so I could not read what it said.

"Yes, but please, call me Sam," she answered, gasping for air.

"Are you okay? Take a break if you are out of breath, I am in no hurry," I answered with concern.

"Yes, I am quite alright. And no worries, I am not exhausted or anything. What can I get you?"

Her face was contorting briefly, as if she suddenly felt a sharp pain, but it subsided immediately.

"Hey, are you really okay?" I asked, even more concerned.

She smiled, nodding, and added, "You must be new. Yes, I am fine. I misbehaved, and Sir ordered me to serve his guests tonight. That is why I am here."

I screamed internally, out of lust or shock, or both. I had watched Fifty Shades of Grey and read some erotic novels before, but never would I have expected to experience this in reality. If this was what I thought it was...

"So, you are...?" I started a question.

"I am my Master's sub. He and I are in a relationship, although it is less about love, and more about domination. I misbehaved, so Master punished me with bar duty tonight."

I choked. Suddenly I felt hot, and I felt my cheeks blush.

"I, ... uh, I... do you, ... uh..." I stammered incoherently.

"I see that you need a minute. I will give you some time," Sam said softly and turned her head to serve another guest, who was seemingly less affected than me by her attire and behavior. In that brief moment, the small tag on her collar turned around and I could read the word "Slave" on it.

I took a moment to gather myself. This was exactly what I imagined in my wet dreams. Being a slave, obedient and serving without reluctance. In my former relationships I had never really experimented with domination or bondage. But seeing Sam here, now, made all of these dreams suddenly much more real.

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"As I see, you've met Sam," a voice behind me said.

I turned around and met Mike's analyzing gaze. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking for something in my face.

"I, uh, yeah," I muttered. "Did she tell the truth?"

"I certainly hope so, otherwise I would have to punish her even more so," he smirked at me.

My face was burning, and I doubted I could get any redder than I already was. Mike seemed pleased by this reaction.

"If you have any questions, we can talk somewhere quieter. I can see that you aren't totally antipathetic to the idea of being in Sam's shoes yourself," he added slyly.

I was wrong. I could get redder. I could also feel a particular wetness spreading in my panties, and a hot feeling between my thighs thinking about me standing there, serving guests in an exposing outfit and collar, being treated as exactly what it says on the tag. I crossed my legs, hoping no one would notice. But before I could answer, Jessica appeared behind Mike and interrupted us.

"Hey, you two, flirting already? Don't you dare pinch her from me, Michael," she joked, with an emphasis on his full name and clearly having noticed my red cheeks.

Mike scanned her from top to bottom, and it seemed that he had a realization.

"You know what," he said after looking at her intently for a moment. "You might enjoy listening to this too. Come with me."

He grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and a few shot glasses, and led us outside, onto a spacious veranda overlooking the huge back yard. Wooden stairs led down onto a big lawn, with well-trimmed grass and hedges. A few guests in swimwear were enjoying the pool in the corner of the garden, which was not visible from the house or the front. Here, the music from the inside was muffled and we could talk without raised voices. Mike directed us to a small table on the veranda, surrounded by two elegant lawn furniture sofas and matching chairs. He sat down in a chair and Jessica and I took a seat side by side in one of the sofas. Mike put a shot glass in front of each of us, and filled it with some clear liquid. I was not a fan of vodka, but right now, I was very much in the mood for drinking a bit.

"Let's drink something; you two are way too sober for my taste." He laughed, before adding, "And frankly, so am I."

We all downed our drink. Surprisingly, it lacked the characteristic burn I associated with vodka, and actually tasted quite good, faintly of some fruit which I could not quite identify.

Mike immediately refilled the glasses and said, "A friend of a friend owns a distillery. Every now and then he sends us a bottle, and I gotta admit, I have grown quite fond of his stuff."

We drank another round, and I started to feel the alcohol warming me from the inside already, before Mike refilled our glasses again.

"But that's not what I wanna talk about. How are you two enjoying the party?" Mike asked.

"It's great," Jessica answered. "I particularly like your 'maid'," she added with a smile that looked as if she was issuing a challenge.

"Yeah, about that," I interjected. "How did you two meet? And how did she end up like this tonight? And is she really okay with that, in front of everyone?"

"Okay, let's go one thing after the other," Mike said, raising his hands in a calming motion.

"We met a year ago, it was Sam's first semester and she was just moving into the dorm. I was visiting a friend there and was just on my way back, when I saw her struggling with a few moving boxes up the stairs. I offered help, which she gladly accepted, but we dropped one box in her room. I noticed some of the things that fell out, a pair of handcuffs and some rope. She was so embarrassed, you wouldn't believe it." He laughed, seemingly in memory.

"Anyway, I explained to her that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and asked if she had experience with BDSM. She just shrugged and said that she always had an interest, but no one to live it out with. So, one thing led to another, and I took her under my tutelage. That day, she became my sub. We met regularly, and I taught her discipline, submission and obedience. We would also have sex, but we weren't in a romantic relationship. If you understand."

I nodded, completely in a trance. Until now, I had only dreamt of what Mike was describing. Rarely admitting it to myself, but that was exactly what I was craving sexually, although I would have trouble opening up to someone that I am not romantically interested in. Him speaking so openly about that made me warm up to the idea that there was 'nothing to be ashamed of', as he put it. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

"Wow, sounds like a lot of fun. Having your own sub, dominating them, I read about stuff like that before, but never expected to see anyone actually performing that. The power and the rush of having someone submit to you, I would love to experience that," Jessica said, honest as ever, and half in thought. No doubt she was just picturing herself, holding Sam on a leash.

This imagination was really agitating to me, mainly because it was me who wanted to be on that leash.

"It is. But it also comes with a lot of responsibility," Mike explained. "But nothing is sweeter than to feel someone give themselves up completely in your presence. It takes a lot of trust to do that."

He was so nonchalant, talking about his desires and BDSM. Maybe Jessica was right, and I was just a little too prudish.

"Over time, we discovered a little bit of her exhibitionist side," Mike continued. "She loves to be exposed, the humiliation in that really gets her going. So yeah, she is not just okay with it, she actually really enjoys this," he added.

"Speaking of enjoyment, I should probably turn this off for now." Mike took a little remote with just two buttons out of his pocket and held one button pressed for a few seconds, before putting the remote back into his pocket.

"What was that?" I asked in confusion.

"Oh nothing, just something to keep Sam on her toes," he grinned deviously, not elaborating further.

"As to what she did to deserve this kind of punishment tonight, I can't go into detail. I am sorry, but I keep the content of our sessions private."

I was a little disappointed, but at the same time admired the fact that Mike seemed to care for and protect Sam and their privacy, even though he claimed not to be romantically interested in her and just displayed her to the entire party.

"How does one know if they are into this?" I asked meekly, almost afraid to pose the question. But Mike's openness and his nonchalant way of speaking of these topics, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, gave me courage.

"Well, did you like watching Sam?" he answered. "Or do you like the idea of being put in the same situation?"

I nodded, not specifying which question I answered with that.

"Well, there's your answer," he said with a smirk and leant back, flinging his arms over the backrest.

"Hey Mike," we heard a blonde girl call from the house, interrupting our conversation. "Your neighbors are at the door. They say the music is too loud and they want to talk to you."

"Ugh, give me a minute or two, I'll be right back," Mike grunted, clearly annoyed. "I'll probably just have to sweet talk them a bit, and promise that I'll owe them. They come over each party, no matter how much we turn the volume down. By now I suspect they are just after my favors." He laughed loudly, before turning his head to the house.

"Let me talk to them," he called back to the girl standing in the French door, getting up from his chair, before turning to us again and adding, "A pleasant conversation, maybe we can continue it later." With these words and a coy smile, he left in a hurry.

Jessica looked at me, deep in thought: "Wow, quite a story, huh. Must be nice to have someone who trusts you like that." She picked up her glass and downed the shot.

I rested my neck on her shoulder, trying not to stare into her cleavage. To my surprise, she took her arm and wrapped it around me.

"I trust you. Always have. And you know, I liked what he talked about," I finally said, after gathering my courage. "About submission. About being dominated."

"I know, it was pretty obvious you liked it," Jessica said, but not in a taunting tone like I expected, but instead warmly and full of compassion, although there was a slight smirk on her face, which faded quickly, as she drifted deeper into thoughts.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Anything," I answered, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment of contact.

She hesitated, seemingly building courage, and finally picked up Mike's glass, which he had left on the table and emptied it too.

"Do you remember that night, about a year ago? We were watching that terrible rom-com, I don't even remember the name anymore, but you know which night I mean, right?"

Of course, I remembered. It was the only time that we were, just briefly, more than friends. We were watching a movie at home, some really terrible romantic comedy with Adam Sandler, and we were cuddling on the couch.

Maybe it was the movie. Maybe it was the mood, or the stars stood just right. But we went from cuddling to holding hands. And at some point, Jess kissed me. And I kissed her back. We didn't speak a word; we just let our bodies do the talking. Kissing led to stripping each other, and that led to wonderful sex. For a brief moment there was a spark between us.

We slept on the couch that night, still naked, arm in arm, my head resting on Jessica's shoulder, but when we woke up, the magic was gone. It was as if something had shattered between us. She couldn't look me in the eye, and neither could I; we just silently refused to acknowledge that anything had happened. It was as if the magic of the night was swept away with the rising sun. We got up, got dressed like any other morning and I made us breakfast.

I was terrified of the prospect that she might see the night as a mistake, as if we sabotaged our friendship. And with each passing minute, and each day that we did not talk about it, it just felt weirder to bring it up. I have never stopped thinking about that night. Ever since then, things were... different between us. We sometimes flirted with each other, playfully, but always stopped just short of actually committing to something.

What if I had just confessed to her then? Could it have been different? Would we have become a couple? Or is it better to remain friends? Without the possibility of heartbreak. But I felt like every day since then was a small heartbreak each day just thinking about these questions.

"I remember," I just said, unable to put all of that into words.

And then Jessica posed the one question I had wanted to ask for over a year.

"Why did we never talk about that night?"

I paused. I had no answer. Leaning forward, I snatched my glass, and drank, hoping it would give me courage.

"I... I don't know," I started stammering. "I wanted to, many times, but I was afraid you would say something... something that I did not want to hear. So, I just kept quiet." The words that I had kept in for a long time just tumbled out of my mouth. "I didn't want to destroy our friendship; I wanted to keep you in my life. I was unsure as to whether you saw that night as a mistake or not, and I did not want to risk it."

My emotions were overwhelming me, tears forming in my eyes, afraid of what she might say next.

"Neither did I," Jessica answered finally. My heart jumped. Maybe I had misheard. "I wanted nothing more than to talk about it, to ask if you wanted more. But that morning, you didn't say anything, you didn't look me in the eye. I was afraid that maybe I had forced you into a situation that you later regretted," she said.

Now my tears started flowing. All this time, I thought she saw this night as a mistake, as a one-time thing, that we should never address. Instead, she ... what? Blamed herself for forcing herself on me?

"I don't," I laughed, still teary-eyed. "I never regretted that night, just that it was the only night like that. But I never had any idea you felt like that."

"So, we both just kept quiet... Afraid of what the other one might say?" Now Jessica was also crying, tears cutting streaks through her makeup.

She took my head in her hands, slowly caressing my cheek. "I am sorry. Sorry I never said anything," she said, her voice breaking.

"Me too," I whispered.

And then we kissed. A wet, salty, tear-filled kiss, but it felt sweeter than anything I ever thought I might experience.

When our lips separated, I chuckled and wiped my tears away, no doubt smearing my makeup in the process. "Why did you say anything now? Why here?"

"I don't know," Jess answered, thinking for a moment. "Maybe it was Mike's story. He wasn't afraid to say what he felt like, what he liked, he said there is nothing to be ashamed of, and I realized that any moment we aren't open with each other, with ourselves, is just a moment wasted. Imagine if they didn't drop Sam's box when she moved in. If he hadn't seen her handcuffs and ropes and whatnot. She might still dream about what she likes instead of experiencing it. I think that is what really got to me."

Jessica got up briefly, leaned over and sat down in my lap, straddling my thighs, which were burning with desire.

"So, does that mean we are now a couple?" I asked, smiling, and looking up into her sparkling eyes.

My hands lay on her hips, exploring her waist, and she answered with a chuckle, "Well, if we weren't before, we certainly are now."

I leaned in to kiss her, and she responded with passion, pressing her lips into mine, slightly nibbling on my lower lip. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed me into the sofa. My head was spinning.

"Maybe we should find a room," she moaned, as we separated again.

"Or head home," I answered, barely containing my wanton desire for my new girlfriend.

I leaned in for another kiss, but she put her finger on my lips as if to shut me up.

"Oh no, we stay. We have barely been here for an hour, and besides, Mike said that if we were really interested, we should stay until later. What was it he said, 'then the real fun begins'?"

Frankly, all of that did not matter to me right now; I just wanted to strip Jessica naked and worship her, sink into her smell and swim in her presence. But she was right on both accounts, and she did not seem to tolerate another opinion on this matter.

She jumped off my lap and pulled me up. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me behind her, and back into the house.

Mike must have finished talking with his neighbors, since he was just walking across the room, making his way through the people towards us.

He must have noticed me looking at him, and how Jessica pulled me by my hand, and just smiled, tilting his head. As if he was a telepath, he must have figured out what was going on between us, and signaled with his hand. An index raised to the ceiling, a walking motion with his fingers, then 2 raised fingers and then pointing to his right.

My mind was a haze of emotions and lust, but Jessica, who also noticed, seemed to understand, indicating she was still as sharp as ever.

"Up the stairs and second room on the right," she muttered.

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We practically ran up the stairs; Jessica pushed some drunk students out of the way and tore open the second door on the right. She shoved me inside and closed the door behind herself as she entered, locking it with the key sitting in the keyhole.

It was a guest room by the looks of it. A neatly made bed took up most of the space in the room along with a wardrobe and a small table.

Jessica threw herself at me, grabbing my hand and turning me around.

"I can't believe you never told me you had feelings for me," she said, and slapped my butt before grabbing the zipper between my shoulder blades, and yanking it all the way down, seemingly not caring about the dress.

"You didn't either, so that's on you as well," I answered, smiling. She then moved her hands under the skirt of the dress, lifting it up and above my head, before throwing it into a corner.

And just like that, I stood before her in nothing but my panties, my breasts on full display. While I was still shy around her mere hours ago, all of that did not matter anymore. I wanted her to see me. I wanted to see her.

Jessica shoved me onto the bed, and started to undress herself.

"Lose the panties," she said, with a stern voice, which made my juices flow. While she was stepping out of her beautiful dress, which was hiding an even more beautiful body, I quickly bent my knees lying on the bed, to get my panties out of the way. She did the same, still standing at the foot of the bed.

As I lay back, enjoying the view of my best friend and now girlfriend standing before me naked, I instinctively spread my legs. Not waiting for a better invitation, Jess dropped between my legs.

She started kissing me, my thighs, my mound and then moving up to my belly. Her big, beautiful tits brushed against me, and I moaned in pleasure. Her mouth was wandering up even more, caressing my right tit with her hand, her fingers toying with my nipple, and kissing my left nipple, even biting, until both stood, fully erect.

My desire reached a breaking point, and I moaned loudly.

I couldn't believe my crush and I were lying naked on top of each other, while she was ravishing my exposed body.

The feeling of her nude form brushing against my sensitive skin almost pushed me over the edge.

While her right hand was playing with my left breast, her left hand wandered down my side, grabbing and squeezing my butt, before moving up and around my thigh and inching closer and closer to my wet pussy.

"Put your hands above your head," she ordered. I looked down at her, her head resting between my tits, and her right hand still toying with my breast. But the left one stopped moving, and now rested, just an inch from my labia.

"Do it," she ordered again, in a tone that left no room for disobedience.

After I lifted my hands above my head, crossing my wrists, she finally continued, and a moment later moved her fingers up and down my slit, pushing my lips apart with her fingers.

"Oooh, someone is having fun," she said in a playful tone.

She was not wrong; my juices were flowing like a river.

As if to prove her statement, she lifted her finger, dripping with my wetness. She licked it clean, clearly enjoying the taste.

"Mhhh, how sweet you taste, I've got to have more," she said before moving her head down between my legs.

I closed my eyes, sinking into my feelings and enjoying the moment, moaning in pleasure as she started licking my pussy. Up and down, but taking care not to touch my clit. Her tongue impaled me briefly, before she stuck a finger into my hole. Moving it in and out slowly, edging me closer towards sweet release, when she suddenly stopped.

"Ahhhh," I cried in frustration, having been denied an orgasm. She brought her dripping finger up to my mouth.

"Lick it!" she commanded. I greedily sucked my juices off her finger, not wanting to disappoint.

"If you want an orgasm, then you have to earn it," she said, with a stern expression.

She lifted herself up, displaying her naked body fully before me. She climbed onto the bed, and stood above me, her legs spread, my head between her feet, when she started rubbing her own pussy.

"Stay down," she ordered, "And keep those hands above your head."

I obeyed, hungrily watching her standing over me, masturbating. With her feet on either side of my head, I had a wonderful view of her wet, glistening pussy lips, as she moved her finger along them. Her wetness dripped down onto my face, and I licked my lips greedily in anticipation.

"What do you want?" she moaned, clearly enjoying herself.

"I want you, I want to eat you out like you have never been eaten out," I answered, biting my lip.

"Be more precise," she ordered, clearly enjoying my longing for her, as well as my submission.

"I... I want you to sit on my face," I stammered, getting more aroused with each command.

"And then?" she asked.

"And then I want you to ride it!" I cried in lust.

It seemed that answer satisfied her, and she bent her knees, kneeling above me, her breasts swaying, just in reach. I wanted to grab them, but she pushed my hands away.

"No touching!" she said. "Keep those hands where they are."

With those words, she grabbed my wrists with her hands, putting her weight on them, leaving me helpless. She straddled my face, and pressed her wet pussy into it. I needed no command. I started eating her out with a passion I had never shown for anything else in my life. I moved my tongue in and out, up and down her slit, and circled her clitoris.

Sucking on it, she started to shake. I could feel her getting over the edge, and wanting to give her an experience she would never forget, I kept going, alternating between sucking, flicking my tongue across her clit, and circling it.

She exploded on top of me, screaming loudly. No doubt people outside could hear us, but we did not care. Her body shook in the aftershocks of climaxing, but she did not get up. Her hips swayed back and forth, grinding on my face.

"Don't stop, keep going," she said with a shaky voice. "Don't you dare stop!"

And I did not stop, bringing her to orgasm again, just moments after the first, screaming even louder. She collapsed forward on top of me, spasms echoing through her body. Her breasts fell on my hands, her pussy pressed into my face, with juices flowing all over my face and into the sheets.

"Oh fuck, oh god," she moaned.

She lifted herself up and looked at me, lying between her legs, dripping wet with disheveled hair.

"Fuck, that was incredible," she gasped with an open mouth, catching her breath.

I smiled. Smeared with her juices and straddled below her, I could not have been prouder.

"It sure was," I sighed, closing my eyes.

"But we are not done, I think I promised you something," she smirked at me.

She got up, off of me, and picked up my panties from the floor.

"Give me your hands," she commanded.

I stuck out my hands, and she proceeded to tightly wrap my panties around my crossed wrists, fixing them together.

"There, that should keep you in line," she winked, and retreated back between my legs.

I tested my bonds. I could not use my hands, and while I might have gotten out, I was afraid I would rip my panties in the process. So, I had no choice but to stay put and keep my hands together.

Meanwhile, Jess had started blowing air onto my dripping pussy. The sensation made me gasp, and my arousal started to rise again.

Jess grabbed my thighs and roughly pushed them up and apart using her hands to fixate them, so that my knees were lying next to my chest. This position made my pussy push up into Jessica's lips even more, allowing me barely any wiggle room.

She started licking up and down my pussy and sticking her tongue in my hole, while gently sucking on my labia, but still, she did not touch my clit. This denial drove me to insanity, moaning loudly from both arousal and frustration, until she finally flicked her tongue up over my clit. She started sucking on it, and I lost all control and shame and moaned even louder, so anyone near the door could and probably would hear me.

"Ahhhhh, fuuuck. Oooooh."

I wanted to use my hands to push her head deeper into me, but they were still restrained. Besides, I did not want to disappoint Jess and be a good girl, so I kept still, while wriggling around, which was also barely possible due to my legs being spread open lewdly by her and held down with her entire weight.

As she sensed that I was getting close, she intensified her actions and started flicking and sucking on my clit. She also let go of my left leg and used her free hand to finger me, using a 'come hither' motion with her fingers to stimulate my G-spot.

I started shaking uncontrollably and adrenaline rushed through my body as I screamed at the top of my lungs and an orgasm like I had never experienced before rocked my body as I clawed at the sheets.

Jess emerged from between my legs, her blonde hair messy and her face smeared with my wetness, her tits heaving and bobbing underneath her with heavy breaths. She smiled, no doubt just as proud as I was a few minutes ago. She brushed her wonderful naked body against me as she moved up and kissed me deeply and intimately. I took her face in my hands, stroking her cheek and brushed my other hand through her hair, and reciprocated the kiss, tasting myself on her lips.

Wait a minute, my hands were free.

"Uh oh," Jess laughed.

I did not even notice, but during the orgasm I must have ripped my panties holding my hands together; one half was still dangling from one of my wrists.

"Oh no, I loved those," I gasped.

"Oh yes, me too. But I like you even more without them," Jessica smiled.

I blushed. I still could not believe the events of the last hour. My best friend, now girlfriend, for whom I had harbored a crush for over a year, had just confessed that she felt the same way towards me. And we just had the best sex I could have ever imagined.

She lay down next to me. I had not moved all that much throughout our entire session and a wet patch had been forming underneath and around me, but I did not mind.

I cuddled up to Jessica. Returning to the party could wait. Right now, I wanted this moment to never end.