A University Education

At five to two, Dave left his room and went upstairs to knock on Hannah's door. She got up and undid the catch on the door.

"Hi Hannah, ready for that homework session?" Dave asked.

"Yep sure," Hannah replied, and let him in. Like most universityprovided accommodation the room was fairly bare and Hannah had put up no posters. The door was in an alcove into the room; a corner block taken out of what was otherwise a square room. Next to the door, so that it was not visible from the doorway, was Hannah's bed. Opposite the door was a large desk, and a television on a stand. The other two walls were taken up by wardrobes and a large window respectively.

Dave and Hannah began work at the desk but soon switched to the more comfortable option of the bed. Slowly the conversation drifted from the maths homework on to other things.

"So you like the idea of being tied up then, huh?" Hannah asked at one point. One night the previous week they had both gotten quite drunk together, and Dave had let slip that he liked the idea of bondage.

"Yeah," Dave said, a little embarassed.

"So if you tied you up now, you'd like that?" Hannah pressed. Dave's heart skipped a beat.

"Could be alright," Dave said, trying to be noncommittal but he stammered slightly with excitement as he said it.

"Take your jumper off then, and I'll tie you up with it." Dave did not need asking twice, and he slipped off his jumper. He handed it to Hannah, and held out his hands in front of him.

"Not like that – behind your back," she said with a laugh. Dave turned round and put his hands together while Hannah tied his wrists together with the arms of his jumper. Dave sat back against the wall, his bare chest exposed, and shivered slightly as his shoulder blades touched the cold painted wall. Hannah picked up her pen and ran it in a wiggly line down Dave's chest. He felt his cock grow inside his trousers as the tip of the pen travelled slowly from his sternum down to his navel, guided by the attractive girl next to him.

Dave had fancied Hannah since the day he had moved in to their shared house. Like most firstyears, he had moved into universityowned accommodation with a group of strangers. The house had one bedroom downstairs (along with a living room, kitchen and toilet), and three upstairs (as well as a bathroom). It was university policy to put males in groundfloor bedrooms and females in firstfloor bedrooms, so Dave ended up living in the house with three girls; Hannah, Jade and Selena. Selena was rarely in, and while Jade and Hannah had become good friends, Dave mainly got along with Hannah, and found her very attractive. She had a freckled face with a slightly pointed nose, and long straight brown hair. She was quite thin, and fairly flatchested, but possessed an undefineable allure.

As Hannah moved the pen over a sensitive part of Dave's chest, he flinched and involuntarily pulled his wrists apart, freeing them from the makeshift bonds of the jumper. Hannah tutted.

"I think we need something more solid," she noted. "In fact, I know just the thing." She got up and crossed to her shelves above the desk, and returned to Dave with a small box that had a picture of handcuffs on the side. "Someone gave me these as a joke present for my birthday earlier this term. I think they'll do." Hannah tipped the box on its side, and some silver handcuffs slipped out of the end. Dave held out his wrists together again behind his back, and Hannah gleefully cuffed them together. Dave lay back against the cold wall again, wondering what she would do next.

"You seem to have a bit of a bulge there," Hannah said, looking down at his trousers. Embarassed, Dave said nothing and looked away. "I think we should have a look," Hannah continued, and undid Dave's trousers. Hannah was well aware of Dave's attraction to her. He had made it obvious over the past few months. For her part, Hannah was not sure about Dave; he could have potential for being boyfriend material, or he could not. Either way she figured, it was his job to woo her – she wasn't about to just give in to his advances immediately, like a slut. This afternoon might provide some opportunity for having some fun at his expense though.

Dave was halfmortified and halfaroused when Hannah pulled down his trousers and underwear to let his hard cock spring free. He tried to gauge Hannah's reaction as she saw it, but her expression showed no obvious disgust or attraction. She merely put her hand between his legs, and began to run her nails up the inside of his thigh, which he found to be delightfully sensitive.

"I bet you'd like me to touch that," she said in a low voice as her fingers slowly inched up his right thigh towards his dick.

"Yyes," Dave replied, the word sticking in his throat. He could do nothing but watch as her hand approached his cock, her thin delicate fingers tracing a pattern through the hairs on his leg, her short nails long enough to make his leg tingle. Just as her fingers were about to brush against his pubic hair, Hannah put her hand back down by the knee of Dave's left leg, and began running her fingers up that leg instead, her glossy nails running through his dark brown leg hairs as they slowly ran up his thigh. When her hand almost reached the top of his leg, she reverted back to his right leg, running up from the knee.

"Pl" Dave started, but was interrupted by Hannah.

"Shhh," she said simply, and Dave did as she told him. After five more slow runs up each leg, Hannah showed no signs of stopping but did so suddnely as she heard the front door open and close. Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and then there was a knock on Hannah's door.

"Don't open it!" Dave hissed, but Hannah ignored him, got up and opened the door. Dave remained motionless as he heard Jade's voice. From outside the door, the bed could not be seen, but if Jade came into the room there would be no way he could hide. Hannah did not welcome Jade into the room, but nor did she make any effort to get rid of the other girl. Dave was so busy wishing for a hole in the bed to open up and swallow him that he did not pay attention to their conversation. After a minute or two, Jade left and went into the bathroom. Hannah came back to the bed.

"Jade's coming in here after she comes out of the bathroom, so you may not want to be here," she informed Dave with a straight face.

"Quick – get these off me," Dave said urgently, jangling his cuffs, "and help me get dressed!"

"No time," Hannah informed him. "You'll just have to go like that." Dave opened his mouth to curse her, and then realised that he had better expend the energy getting out of there. He got up, with a little difficulty due to his tied hands, and hurried naked down the stairs, trying to be quick yet quiet so that Jade neither saw him, nor knew he had been up there. When he got back into his room he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he heard a key in the front door.

Dave looked around him, and tried to decide between trying to shut the door and close his curtains – that he suddenly realised were open so that anyone in the side street by their house could see him – or to hide. The front door opened, and he chose the latter option. Selena knocked on his open door, and walked in to find Dave in bed, under his quilt.

"Still in the bed at this hour?" she asked.

"Yep," Dave said, smiling weakly.

"Anyone would think you were doing something else under those covers," Selena said with a wink. Dave laughed nervously, and Selena left to go upstairs. Dave closed the door and curtains, and tried to work out how he was going to free himself from the handcuffs without the keys. They appeared, from what he could feel, to have no quick release catches. He sat

there for a few minutes puzzling over it until there was a knock on his door.

"Yes?" Dave called out, exasperated.

"Dave, it's me. I've got that key you left in my room," came Hannah's voice through the door. Dave got up and went to the door, turning round in order to release the catch on the door. He turned back round to see Hannah come through the door and shut it behind her.

"I've got the key," she told him, dangling it for him to see as she switched the light on to bright the darkened room. "Turn round." Dave did so, and everything went dark again as Hannah put a scarf over his eyes, and tied it round the back of his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Quiet," Hannah replied, spinning Dave round and sitting him on the bed. "You'll enjoy this." Dave sat there quietly, naked and handcuffed, contemplating his fate. Then he felt something land on him. He shifted slightly, and felt cloth. Then he heard the sound of a zip, and felt what must be jeans land on him. He realised that Hannah was undressing, and beneath the clothes his cock twitched. Then he felt one lacy item land on him, followed by another. She's naked, he thought to himself. He didn't remember a time that he had ever been this turnedon before. He longed for her to touch his cock, or to at least release him so that he could do it.

The clothes were lifted off him, and Dave hoped to feel Hannah climbing on top of him. Instead he felt lace and denim touch his foot. Hannah slipped her panties and her trousers on him at the same time. Luckily, he was almost as thin as her, and while they were a tight fit, at least they did fit, Hannah thought to herself. Except for Dave's cock that was, which was half covered by her knickers – the other half sticking out obscenely from the elastic waistband. Hannah laughed and climbed on top of Dave's clothed legs, completely naked. She thought she heard him moan softly.

"I bet you've dreamt about this moment, when I would climb on top of you naked, haven't you?" Hannah asked him. Dave simply nodded. "But I guess you were probably naked too, huh?" Dave nodded again. "Maybe another time," Hannah said, and Dave's heart fluttered at the prospect. "I'd better get dressed," Hannah told him as she got up and went over to his wardrobe. Dave remained silent, trying to enjoy every moment of this fantasylike moment.

"I guess I'll go without underwear," Hannah said, loud enough for Dave to hear. She picked out a jumper and jeans, and slipped them on. She returned to Dave and removed his blindfold. His disappointment at her being clothed was palpable. "Here's how it's going to work," Hannah told him. "I'm going to uncuff you, you're going to put on my bra and jumper – then I'm going to handcuff you again. If you do anything other than that, you can kiss goodbye to any chance of getting these clothes off me later. Understand?"

"Yep," Dave said, knowing that he probably had no such chance, but not wanting to risk it. She released him, and he put on the bra and jumper. The jumper was a thick one, with a hood and a pouchlike pocket at the front. Hannah cuffed one of Dave's hands, and pushed it into the pouch. She pulled the other handcuff out the other side, and cuffed his other hand with it. Dave put both hands in the pouch, and it was not obvious any more that he was handcuffed. Hannah smiled.

"We're going to take a trip to the library now Dave."

"Like this?" he asked incredulously.

"Yep. Keep your hands in that pocket, and noone will know. Just remember who has the keys to those cuffs," Hannah said sternly, then smiled. "I tell you what, I'll even take my jumper off and give you a peek once we get there."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Hannah walked to the door, and Dave grudgingly followed her. Carrot and stick, she thought to herself, breasts and bondage. They left the house and began the short walk to the library. Dave felt like everyone they passed was staring straight at his hands. They couldn't see that his hands were cuffed he kept reminding himself, but his paranoia remained. To take his mind off the matter, Dave tried to concentrate on the fact that Hannah was not only wearing his clothes, but she was also not wearing any underwear underneath. His cock strained against the panties and tight jeans that he was wearing.

When the couple completed their silent journey to the library, Hannah led Dave inside and up to a deserted corner of the top floor.

"Stand there," she told him, and walked five paces away from him. She took off her jumper, and stood still as Dave stared at her naked back. He found himself wishing she would turn round, while also admiring what he could see of her, her brown hair falling down on to her shoulders at the top of her smooth unblemished back. "Want me to turn round?" Hannah called to him.

"Yes," Dave replied eagerly. Hannah put her jumper back on and turned round.

"In life Dave, you'll learn that there are two types of women; teases and sluts. And I'm no slut." With that she walked past him, and he turned to follow her down the stairs. They went to the maths section where Hannah picked out a book for her homework under Dave's direction. Then she led him to the psychology section, where she picked out a book entitled 'Whips, Chains and Dominatrixes: Explaining the Psychology of Fetishes.'. "Might come in handy for dealing with you," Hannah explained with a laugh. She led Dave down to the exit. Dave looked away embarassed as the middleaged female library assistant checked out the books, but Hannah seemed unperturbed.

"You do realise," Hannah said plainly as they walked home, "that if you tell anyone about all this, you'll lose any chance you'll ever have with me?"

"Yes," Dave said simply.

"Good, because I'm beginning to think that there may just be hope for you and me," Hannah said seriously. Dave smiled. They walked back to the house, and into Dave's room where Hannah uncuffed him.

"Dave, will you do something for me?" Hannah asked.

"What's that?"

"Promise me you won't spoil my teasing by just masturbating as soon as I leave. At least wait until you go to bed tonight or something."

"Ok," Dave said, incredibly horny, but wanting to remain on Hannah's good side.

"Good," Hannah said, grinning, and left him to get changed. She ran upstairs, and knocked quietly on Jade's door. The door opened, and Hannah slipped inside, shutting the door behind her.

"You'll never guess what just happened," Hannah burst out, and related the day's events.

"So he was naked on the bed when I came to the door?" Jade asked in disbelief when Hannah finished. Hannah nodded, and they both started laughing.

"And he went to the library, with his hands cuffed?" Jade said. Hannah showed her the handcuffs that she had put in her pocket. "While he was wearing your bra?" Jade continued. Hannah nodded and they laughed even harder.

"So what do you think?" Hannah asked when they finally stopped laughing.

"It's a good story," Jade answered, "but it doesn't have to end there." She jangled the handcuffs in her hand thoughtfully.

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