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Chapter 4: Tied by a Friend
Reba sat there in the dark for a while, silently. I was in dread of what she must be thinking. Eventually I lay back and looked up at the amazing spectacle of the Milky Way, seen from a place where there was no light for miles around to interfere with its glory.
Finally she spoke.
"So...." Dread.
"...It was really nice this evening." Some relief. Some hope.
"...Obviously I'm thinking about what you talked about. It took a lot of courage."
I took a deep breath but could say nothing.
"Are these things you really want?" she asked.
I thought how to answer and finally said "I don't want to ruin good relationships."
Another pause, and then she said "excuse me for a minute."
She got up and went into the tent. I could hardly see anything but could hear a quiet, murmured conversation between Reba and Jack and Sue.
After a few minutes she came back out and sat next to me. She had something in her hand--I couldn't see what.
At last I spoke. "You know, the last thing I wanted to do is disgust you or Sue or Jack. I should have kept my mouth shut."
Gently, she replied "I'm not disgusted, and I don't think they are either. That's not the kind of people they are."
"What about Jack?", I asked. "He's so macho and laconic."
"I think he's all right. Basically he's 'live and let live'. You know that's true."
It was.
"So here's what I'd like to do," said Reba.
"Let's share a double sleeping bag. But I want to tie you up. You know, so you can't take advantage of me."
My heart started to race. My dick started to stiffen.
"Great," I croaked. So articulate. My mouth was dry.
Reba said "I got some rope from Jack. Take off your shirt."
Shaking with excitement, I obeyed. I felt my nipples harden in the night breeze.
She produced the rope and began winding it around my wrists. I loved her good intentions and didn't want to throw her off, but she needed some guidance.
"No, behind my back."
"What?"
"It has to be behind my back or I'm not helpless. Advantage could still be taken."
"Oh, you're right."
Reba unwound the rope and I moved my hands behind me, crossing my wrists. I turned away from her so she had access to my back.
Reba started once again to tie my wrists, but it was too loose. Quickly, I pulled free.
"You've got to do it tighter."
"Sorry." Once again she wound the rope around my wrists, tighter this time. But she couldn't make a square knot, only a granny, and again in a moment I was free.
"Reba," I said, "Maybe we should just forget it."
"I'm not gonna forget it. Wait here."
She got up once again and entered the tent. In a minute she was out with Jack emerging right behind her.
"So you're some kind of a Houdini, huh?"
Oh, I was so embarrassed. "Reba just isn't a Boy Scout," I said, but what I meant was "get me out of here. Let me disappear."
"Well, I was, said Jack. Hands behind your back."
"You don't have to...."
"Yes he does, Reba said."
I complied, and in a minute Jack had me firmly lashed.
He stood up, patting me on the head. "You won't get out of this."
He paused a moment, then continued.
"You talked about being forced to perform sexual services. What exactly do you mean?"
Once again the dread rose from my chest to my throat, but I was able to get out the answer I had considered for years to that question.
"Well, not..." A false start. Then, "...if I were helpless the choice would be out of my hands--so to speak."
"Yeah," growled Jack. "Good night."
He patted my head once again and walked into the tent.
Once again Reba and I were alone on the blanket under the stars.
"Now can you get out?" Reba purred.
"No."
"Good. Lie back."
I obeyed. Reba reached for my belt and opened it. Then she unbuttoned my pants.
"Raise up."
Silently, breathing deep, I obeyed once again. Reba shucked my pants down over my hips and down my legs to my ankles. Then she reached up for my underpants and started pulling them down as well. They hung up on my hardon.
"Oh, this is so amazing," breathed Reba.
She carefully adjusted my dick to untangle it from the underpants and pulled my last remaining garment to my ankles. Then both were off and I was naked. Naked and tied in the presence of a beautiful, clothed woman--who I could hardly see in the woodland darkness.
"Okay" said Reba. "Here's the plan--if you agree. You're gonna lie face-down on the blanket. I'm gonna undress and lie on top of you. And you are going to use your fingers to give me an orgasm. After all--it's only fair."
It's more than fair," I agreed.
Reba reached down, took my penis, and very slowly began moving her hand up and down, not rubbing so much as sliding my flesh. My breathing grew faster."
"You do that a little bit more and I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh, don't cum!"
Reba stood up. I strained to see her in the darkness. But she would have none of it.
"Turn over," she said.
"Can't I watch?"
"No, you can't. Besides, it's the same body you saw this afternoon."
"Yeah, but this is different."
She knelt down and, surprise, gently slapped my penis.
Her voice was sweet but insistent. "I said--turn over!"
I did, and my face--and erect penis--pressed into the rough wool blanket.
Then Reba stood again and I could hear her removing her few pieces of clothing. One by one she dropped them onto my head--skimpy top, cutoff jean shorts. Then she brushed them aside and laid her panties over my head. I could smell her body's perfume and it made me crazy.
And then Reba was kneeling next to me. She bent over and whispered in my ear.
"Would you like to have your hands all over me?"
Was this a trick question? "Yes," I groaned.
"Tough," she chuckled. Wow, she was good at this!
And she lay on top of me, her naked front pressed into my naked back. The only thing between us was my crossed arms, bound at the wrists.
She adjusted herself above me, sliding her soft warm body until I could feel her damp fur with my fingers.
"I'm ready. I'm really wet--you shouldn't have too much trouble."
And she was. My fingers found her slit, and two middle fingers of my left hand slipped in through the thick lubrication of her pussy. She moaned, her hot, wet breath warming my ear. Though the position was awkward, I began to move my fingers slowly in and out--though mostly in. Her body and my ropes prevented me from moving too far out.
I heard her breathing go erratic.
"See if you can stroke my clit with your thumb."
She shifted and I found her hard little nub. I was now holding her something like a bowling ball, my fingers deep inside, my thumb pulled back, its tip working across her clitoris.
She moved on top of me and I moved below her. I was amazed to feel the growing sensation of arousal in my penis--in fact, throughout my body, pressed down by about 120 lbs of naked woman into rough wool. So above I was being given a flesh massage, and below I was being abraded. My excitement mounted fast, as did hers, thanks to my insistent fingering and rubbing of her open vulva. We both began to squirm and quiver. Then she whispered into my ear.
"I loved what you said. I loved your shyness but how you spoke anyway and told us your fantasy. It made me tremendously hot. And now--push inside and hold; I'm gonna cum on your hand!"
I froze, she tightened around my fingers amazingly and pushed her loins down against me. I could hear and feel her orgasm and her spasms of pleasure pumped me right over the edge. We moaned and sighed together and I came into the blanket.
And there we lay in the dark, sweaty, musky, sated. We said nothing--what words could be better than the sensations quivering through us?
And eventually, maybe 15 minutes later, she rose up off of me and pulled me up to kneeling.
"Come on, into the lake."
Though I wasn't feeling shy about my nudity at this moment, I was conscious of the fact that I was messy and sticky around my soft penis and the aroma emanating from below was powerful. With my wrists still tied I was led by this beautiful creature to the water's edge. I had been surprised by her several times already today, but she surprised me yet again. She took my penis in her hand, rubbed it gently as if trying to clean it, and then brought her fingers to her mouth."
"Mmmm... have you ever tasted your own semen?"
"No." I didn't find the idea particularly appealing.
"Well, here's a cum and pussyjuice cocktail." She slid her fingers into her vulva, then stroked my penis and pubic hair again, then brought her sticky fingers to my mouth. For an instant I resisted.
"Come on, all the way in."
I opened my mouth and took her fingers.
"Come on, suck, little baby." she cooed.
I sucked and tasted a human cocktail.
Then we slid into the lake. Because my hands were tied she stayed right with me. We soaked only for a minute or two and then climbed out. Reba picked up her top and used it as a towel to dry us both.
"Let's go to sleep," she suggested at last.
I nodded.
"Do you want me to release your hands?" she asked.
"Would you think it's totally crazy if I said no?"
"Teddy," she whispered, "you've just masturbated me to one of the greatest orgasms of my life. You really think I could think you're crazy?"
I smiled and felt incredibly lucky.
"What about Jack and Sue? You think they'll mind?"
"I really doubt it. After all, Jack tied you up. I think he'd be proud to see his knots are still holding in the morning. And you know as well as I do Sue is game for just about anything."
That was so true.
"But what about your circulation?" Reba asked.
"It's fine. His knots are tight and I really don't think I could ever get out, but there's enough room for the blood to flow."
"Good. Well, considering the travel, the wine, the grass, the food and the wonderful orgasm, I'm sleepy. Come on."
I nodded and we slipped into the tent. Silently Reba unpacked our sleeping bags and opened them, one above and one below. She helped me down, and was about to crawl in next to me when she stopped, reached into her pack and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Much to my surprise and disappointment she pulled them on. Then she slipped under the blanket and ran her hands up my bare body.
"How come you got dressed?", I asked.
"I don't know--propriety, I guess."
"What about me?"
"You don't get propriety. You're staying naked."
My penis quivered, I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt a wave of love and gratitude for Reba, this glorious girl who was involved with another guy. We had made love and we hadn't made love. We were incredibly intimate and yet we had set limits which, so far, we had kept. I really respected her for that. Which made me hornier.
God, how I wanted to suckle on her nipples and tongue her belly button. How strange that she had put on these floppy PJs that covered her up like a nun. How strange I was so close to paradise and yet so far, naked and helpless among my dearest friends.
It was frustrating and a little humiliating to think about but it was wonderful. Maybe that was the point.
I could hear Reba's breathing deepen, and I knew she was asleep. I could hear Jack and Sue breathing deeply on the other side of the tent. I felt so excited I thought I would be up all night.
And an instant later it was light out and it was Saturday morning in a silent Adirondack paradise.
I was really stiff after a night with my wrists lashed behind me. It's not easy sleeping tied!
I opened my eyes and look around. The tent was empty. Groaning, I kicked off the sleeping bag and sat up. I don't know whether it was a piss hardon or the inherent eroticism of my situation, but I was indeed erect again. I blushed, glad to be alone. I crawled on my knees to the entrance and looked out. My three friends were all dressed and sitting by the fire pit conferring about something. I had to take a piss but was embarrassed to blatantly get up and exit the tent naked, tied and hard. I cleared my throat and they looked up.
They all said 'hi' and I did too. Then I asked, "can somebody take these off me?" I turned, displaying my bound wrists.
"You sleep okay?", asked Sue.
"Great, though I'm a little sore."
"I am, too," Reba said with a warm grin. I loved her smile and caught her meaning. I could feel myself blushing.
"The thing is," I said, "I need to go to the bathroom and I need to get on some clothes. I can't dress with my wrists tied."
"You really need to dress?", asked Sue.
"Well, yeah. We're doing this hike and all. It's a little embarrassing..."
"Okay, come on over and I'll let you loose," said Jack.
I hesitated. "Well, could you come here?... I sort of...."
Jack laughed. "What, you got another hardon?
"Something like that."
"And you've really gotta piss?"
"Yeah, I really do. Could you help me?"
"Sure, like I said," smiled Jack. "Come on over."
I groaned again. What would be more embarrassing, letting them see me as they already had seen me, or wetting the tent? Of course, Sue had never seen me tied, and Jack and Reba had only seen me tied in the dark, so I wasn't exactly bold and carefree--but I rose up, stepped out of the tent and, dicktip pointed directly at them, I walked over to the fire.
Reba grinned in admiration and sympathy. Jack deliberately looked me in the eyes. And Sue broke out in a big, broad smile.
"God, you guys are so lucky to have that thing get so hard. It's like a male peacock during mating season."
Once again I turned red. Turning red seemed to be one of the major themes of the weekend. I reached the group and turned my wrists to Jack.
"Nice butt," said Sue.
I felt her hand reach up and cup one of my cheeks.
Playfully, Jack slapped her hand away and proceeded to untie my bondage, which wasn't easy because the wetting of the ropes the night before had tightened the knots.
Finally I was free. I thanked Jack, ran for the tent, grabbed some shorts from my pack, pulled them on and then my boots, and sprinted for the woods.
I found a discreet distant tree, stepped behind it and peed into the wilderness. A few yards back toward the lake I could hear my friends giggling. I imagined it was about me, which made me feel embarrassed. When I was done I shook my half-soft penis and stuffed it into my pants. I turned and walked back to my companions mustering as much dignity as I could. Strangely, I still felt naked, even though I was totally decently covered.
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