*accidental premature submission on the first version - my bad.
I had a couple requests for a story like this. It's a bit long and loads of exposition in the beginning (sorry not sorry) but the build up is worth it IMO. Enjoy.
When I was around 19 or so, my childhood friend Kay (I mentioned her in my first story as well) became my first girlfriend. I had been attracted her for quite some time at that point - tall, fit, generous curves, freckles - what's not to love. And yet I never made a move out of wanting to be respectful, not wanting to wreck the friendship, divide our friend group and all that jazz. Kay couldn't care less about all that. And by the end neither did I.
We had been hanging out in our usual friend group watching movies in the basement of my frat house. Eventually people started leaving since it was getting late. Soon enough it was just the two of us on the couch. I had been nodding off but she nudged me awake and told me to go to bed and that she would be going home to her dorm. Still half asleep, I got up and walked to the other side of the basement where my bedroom was. She followed me since the stairs were that way too. I gave her a hug and took off my shirt the way I do when I'm getting ready for bed. I must've murmured something interesting since somehow we launched into another conversation. Kay came back down the half climbed steps, sat down next to me on my bed, and we kept chatting. It doesn't take long for us to be facing each other laying down with me on my back, a hand behind my head, and her on her side.
A few minutes of banter is followed by some silence before she goes, "doesn't look like you'll need a resolution this year since you've already been working out". (Think Daniel Craig from Casino Royale minus around 15lbs)
"Ha yeah a little. No abs though"
Kay extended her hand to place on my stomach, using her acrylic nailed fingers to indicate the hint of abdominals muscles that appeared when I flexed. "That's ok...I'm still a fan". (I'm sure you can all tell where this is headed but my 19 year old virgin ass could not). I'm still going on about god knows what while her once idle hand, started to trace the other muscles on my stomach, my ribs. The touch is light enough that I was only shifting slightly but she notices. Kay started to ask why I'm moving so much as her nails scrape over my chest, trailing into my armpit - my arm shooting down from behind my head answered her question.
An excited "Mmmmm" followed quickly by Kay practically pouncing on me, straddling my waist and me barely able to put my hands up to protect myself. She's doing a good job teasing me verbally so I'm already chuckling from that alone. While I was mid laugh, in one swift motion, she pushed my hands down - pinning my wrists to the mattress using her entire bodyweight - and kissed me firmly.
I could already feel blood making its way to my member from her basically sitting on it, but the passionate kiss and subsequent make out session took it to a whole other level. We had been going at for a few minutes, grinding and touching over our clothes. Every once in a while she would use her nails to tickle my sides or my neck "by accident" which would cause me to chuckle into our kiss. Something she found "super sexy".
At this point my cock is throbbing. It hurt so good rubbing against my jeans. Of course, upon noticing my hardness, Kay had to tease me further by suddenly stopping all contact. However, not before tasing my sides, eliciting a startled "Gahaha" from me. She chuckled at that, hopped off me and out of the bed. Queue my sigh of frustration. "Relax" she called out without looking back at me. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as she walked away - what a sight. Kay finally turned around when she stood in front of my closet. "You trust me?" I scoffed at that. She raised an eyebrow and stared me down while sliding off her tennis skirt. She repeated her question. Seeing her stand there in nothing but a t-shirt and panties changed my tune. This time I nodded. "Lay back down and close your eyes then". Yes ma'am. I heard some things rustling for a little bit, then her approaching footsteps.
When she straddled me again I started to open my eyes but she was quick to place a hand over them. "Not yet. You still trust me?" I nod again. I feel her take my hands, raising them up one at a time Before I could think of a why I heard a couple clicks and realized that she had handcuffed me to the bed post with props from my cop halloween costume. I open my eyes and start to say "Kay I don't know about all this" but all thoughts instantly ebbed from my head once my virgin eyes caught a glimpse of her bare breasts. Without another word we resumed our make out session. My face between her breasts, listening to her moan while put my mouth on them had pre cum already leaking out of my tip. Out of nowhere, lips once again locked, she dragged her nails down my inner arms directly into my armpits. After a few moments of futile resisting, not being able to pull my arms down left me with no recourse other than to giggle like a little kid. That soon became a full blown laugh. Kay's clearly having a great time. Her face was flush with arousal as she laughed along with me. "I can't get over the fact that you're ticklish. It's so funny and cute!"
I can't get over it either honestly, being more turned on than I had ever been in my life was doing nothing to distract me from my body's increased sensitivity to her teasing fingers, or helping me pay any meaningful attention to the fact that she had begun using a single hand unbutton my jeans. I actually didn't even notice until she plunged into my boxers to grip me. An involuntary moan interrupted by occasional streams of giggles escaped as she stroked me with one hand and explored my ticklish torso with the other.
Eventually she came back up for us to make out again. This time she was the moaning, all the while gyrating on my uncovered member - separated by nothing but her panties now. Then came the descent. She kissed my neck (a smile and some shifting there), my chest, and slowly made her way down my stomach, my hard, eager cock the end destination. She didn't make it too far though, my sudden fit of laughter didn't allow her to continue without further investigation. While I am rather ticklish I usually am able to put up a decent front before giving in but something about my belly being poked, prodded, or in this case kissed, makes me want to tap out instantly.
At first her look was one of confusion. However, upon realizing why I was laughing my head off, her entertained smile turned more mischievous. "Uh ohh. I guess I found a spot". Kay continued to kiss all over my belly, occasionally nibbling at my sides, while my cock approached the edge between her full, firm breasts. She ended up trying to continue our foreplay by picking up where she left off simply kissing her way down. Only issue is that she ended up at my bellybutton. A spot I didn't know was a spot until that very moment. That single kiss was enough to make me try and buck her off me. The first try didn't really work and before I could give it another go she had blown a couple raspberries on my bellybutton too. Thank god my roommates were passed out upstairs in a drunken stupor, my laughter went up at least an octave at that point and I'm certain they all would've heard had that not been the case. "This is fun and I'm definitely making a mental note of this but there's other stuff I want to do now".
With that, she skipped the trail of kisses and got straight to wrapping her perfect lips around my cock. The resulting sound of pleasure I made couldn't be helped. It didn't take more than a couple minutes to finish me off embarrassingly enough. I ended up climaxing so hard that I broke a pole in my bed post with the cuffs. She wiped herself off with my shirt that I had tossed on the ground and plopped down next to me, my arms down on my stomach but hands still cuffed. Fake pouting she complained, "as much fun as that was I can't help but feel that things ended before they ever really started", using a finger to push my limp dick around.
While watching her swallow my semen had me nearly immediately ready to go, it was the tickle that she gave my balls that brought me back up to full mast.
We ended up going another 2-3 rounds that night. From then on we were boyfriend and girlfriend for around 8 months before we decided we were better off as friends. And so we have remained for over a decade. And before you ask yes, each time we had sex was just as mind-blowing.
I'm not a submissive man at all, I've never been restrained during sex since, and I'm not sure how I would feel having it done again but I think about that experience often.
I had a couple requests for a story like this. It's a bit long and loads of exposition in the beginning (sorry not sorry) but the build up is worth it IMO. Enjoy.
When I was around 19 or so, my childhood friend Kay (I mentioned her in my first story as well) became my first girlfriend. I had been attracted her for quite some time at that point - tall, fit, generous curves, freckles - what's not to love. And yet I never made a move out of wanting to be respectful, not wanting to wreck the friendship, divide our friend group and all that jazz. Kay couldn't care less about all that. And by the end neither did I.
We had been hanging out in our usual friend group watching movies in the basement of my frat house. Eventually people started leaving since it was getting late. Soon enough it was just the two of us on the couch. I had been nodding off but she nudged me awake and told me to go to bed and that she would be going home to her dorm. Still half asleep, I got up and walked to the other side of the basement where my bedroom was. She followed me since the stairs were that way too. I gave her a hug and took off my shirt the way I do when I'm getting ready for bed. I must've murmured something interesting since somehow we launched into another conversation. Kay came back down the half climbed steps, sat down next to me on my bed, and we kept chatting. It doesn't take long for us to be facing each other laying down with me on my back, a hand behind my head, and her on her side.
A few minutes of banter is followed by some silence before she goes, "doesn't look like you'll need a resolution this year since you've already been working out". (Think Daniel Craig from Casino Royale minus around 15lbs)
"Ha yeah a little. No abs though"
Kay extended her hand to place on my stomach, using her acrylic nailed fingers to indicate the hint of abdominals muscles that appeared when I flexed. "That's ok...I'm still a fan". (I'm sure you can all tell where this is headed but my 19 year old virgin ass could not). I'm still going on about god knows what while her once idle hand, started to trace the other muscles on my stomach, my ribs. The touch is light enough that I was only shifting slightly but she notices. Kay started to ask why I'm moving so much as her nails scrape over my chest, trailing into my armpit - my arm shooting down from behind my head answered her question.
An excited "Mmmmm" followed quickly by Kay practically pouncing on me, straddling my waist and me barely able to put my hands up to protect myself. She's doing a good job teasing me verbally so I'm already chuckling from that alone. While I was mid laugh, in one swift motion, she pushed my hands down - pinning my wrists to the mattress using her entire bodyweight - and kissed me firmly.
I could already feel blood making its way to my member from her basically sitting on it, but the passionate kiss and subsequent make out session took it to a whole other level. We had been going at for a few minutes, grinding and touching over our clothes. Every once in a while she would use her nails to tickle my sides or my neck "by accident" which would cause me to chuckle into our kiss. Something she found "super sexy".
At this point my cock is throbbing. It hurt so good rubbing against my jeans. Of course, upon noticing my hardness, Kay had to tease me further by suddenly stopping all contact. However, not before tasing my sides, eliciting a startled "Gahaha" from me. She chuckled at that, hopped off me and out of the bed. Queue my sigh of frustration. "Relax" she called out without looking back at me. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as she walked away - what a sight. Kay finally turned around when she stood in front of my closet. "You trust me?" I scoffed at that. She raised an eyebrow and stared me down while sliding off her tennis skirt. She repeated her question. Seeing her stand there in nothing but a t-shirt and panties changed my tune. This time I nodded. "Lay back down and close your eyes then". Yes ma'am. I heard some things rustling for a little bit, then her approaching footsteps.
When she straddled me again I started to open my eyes but she was quick to place a hand over them. "Not yet. You still trust me?" I nod again. I feel her take my hands, raising them up one at a time Before I could think of a why I heard a couple clicks and realized that she had handcuffed me to the bed post with props from my cop halloween costume. I open my eyes and start to say "Kay I don't know about all this" but all thoughts instantly ebbed from my head once my virgin eyes caught a glimpse of her bare breasts. Without another word we resumed our make out session. My face between her breasts, listening to her moan while put my mouth on them had pre cum already leaking out of my tip. Out of nowhere, lips once again locked, she dragged her nails down my inner arms directly into my armpits. After a few moments of futile resisting, not being able to pull my arms down left me with no recourse other than to giggle like a little kid. That soon became a full blown laugh. Kay's clearly having a great time. Her face was flush with arousal as she laughed along with me. "I can't get over the fact that you're ticklish. It's so funny and cute!"
I can't get over it either honestly, being more turned on than I had ever been in my life was doing nothing to distract me from my body's increased sensitivity to her teasing fingers, or helping me pay any meaningful attention to the fact that she had begun using a single hand unbutton my jeans. I actually didn't even notice until she plunged into my boxers to grip me. An involuntary moan interrupted by occasional streams of giggles escaped as she stroked me with one hand and explored my ticklish torso with the other.
Eventually she came back up for us to make out again. This time she was the moaning, all the while gyrating on my uncovered member - separated by nothing but her panties now. Then came the descent. She kissed my neck (a smile and some shifting there), my chest, and slowly made her way down my stomach, my hard, eager cock the end destination. She didn't make it too far though, my sudden fit of laughter didn't allow her to continue without further investigation. While I am rather ticklish I usually am able to put up a decent front before giving in but something about my belly being poked, prodded, or in this case kissed, makes me want to tap out instantly.
At first her look was one of confusion. However, upon realizing why I was laughing my head off, her entertained smile turned more mischievous. "Uh ohh. I guess I found a spot". Kay continued to kiss all over my belly, occasionally nibbling at my sides, while my cock approached the edge between her full, firm breasts. She ended up trying to continue our foreplay by picking up where she left off simply kissing her way down. Only issue is that she ended up at my bellybutton. A spot I didn't know was a spot until that very moment. That single kiss was enough to make me try and buck her off me. The first try didn't really work and before I could give it another go she had blown a couple raspberries on my bellybutton too. Thank god my roommates were passed out upstairs in a drunken stupor, my laughter went up at least an octave at that point and I'm certain they all would've heard had that not been the case. "This is fun and I'm definitely making a mental note of this but there's other stuff I want to do now".
With that, she skipped the trail of kisses and got straight to wrapping her perfect lips around my cock. The resulting sound of pleasure I made couldn't be helped. It didn't take more than a couple minutes to finish me off embarrassingly enough. I ended up climaxing so hard that I broke a pole in my bed post with the cuffs. She wiped herself off with my shirt that I had tossed on the ground and plopped down next to me, my arms down on my stomach but hands still cuffed. Fake pouting she complained, "as much fun as that was I can't help but feel that things ended before they ever really started", using a finger to push my limp dick around.
While watching her swallow my semen had me nearly immediately ready to go, it was the tickle that she gave my balls that brought me back up to full mast.
We ended up going another 2-3 rounds that night. From then on we were boyfriend and girlfriend for around 8 months before we decided we were better off as friends. And so we have remained for over a decade. And before you ask yes, each time we had sex was just as mind-blowing.
I'm not a submissive man at all, I've never been restrained during sex since, and I'm not sure how I would feel having it done again but I think about that experience often.
