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On a couch, at the far end of the room, Jack was sitting alone. A few beer cans were scattered about, along with two empty bottles of Sarah’s favorite wine. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling; he was also completely naked, and exhibiting pretty clear evidence that Sarah had him primed for action. A sliver of light from under the closed bathroom door told Amanda why Jack was currently alone. She figured there could be only moments before Sarah finished in the bathroom, and came back to finish what she had started.
“Hhhhhaaaaggghhh!” It was as close to “Jack” as she could manage. The naked man on the couch jumped, and his eyes flew open. His eyes. One glance from those liquid brown eyes, and everything inside Amanda crumbled. OH MY GOD, she thought to herself—what a goddam FOOL I must look. Here’s Jack and Sarah, back together, ready for some serious fucking, and I’m standing here with my hands tied and this goddam ball in my mouth. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she tried to decide if she could somehow jump out a window before—
“A… Amanda?” Jack was staring. That certainly wasn’t unusual, under the circumstances; his eyes weren’t the only part of him reacting, either: Jack’s erection seemed to have doubled in size. He stood up, his arms and jaw hanging slack. “Amanda?”, he repeated foolishly.
Once again, it occurred to Amanda that there were some times when being gagged was almost a blessing—what the hell could she possibly say? She had stopped crying, now, and was watching as Jack approached: to her astonishment, he was trembling.
“Sarah…Sarah didn’t tell me that you were here, too. And… and you—you and her were going to… What? What—oh, are you trying to talk?”
Amanda was desperately pushing against the ball with her tongue. She lowered her head as Jack approached; he fumbled under her hair, trying to undo the buckle. His fingers were too shaky, though, and he settled for pulling the ball down to hang at her neck.
“Jack… thank you.” Amanda paused, uncertain what the next step would be. “I—"
“Oh, God, Amanda. You look so beautiful.”
That stopped her. He reached out to touch her, and his hand shook as it hovered over her unprotected breasts. “And to think, Sarah was keeping you as a surprise for me.” His eyes grew even larger. “Does this mean that Sarah is… I mean, is she also going to…?”
Now or never. No time even to think. “That’s right, Jack. She felt sorry for the way she reacted before, and she asked me to help her sort of ‘break the ice’ this way. So, now, it’s our turn. When she comes out of the bathroom…”
Jack looked as though he was going to explode right on the spot. His voice was hoarse. “What do I do?”
“Here. Get this tape off my wrists.” It took only two or three eternities for his trembling fingers to peel back the medical tape. “The velcro, Jack—undo it!” Almost before he had finished, Amanda had darted into the bedroom, and returned with the pillowcase. “Here—take some of this rope. Get on the other side of the bathroom door.”
Dazed and aroused, Jack did as he was bidden. Amanda reached behind her head, undid the buckle, and held the gag in her right hand. She heard the sound of the toilet flushing, held her breath, and pressed herself back against the wall.
“Jack? Ohhh, Jack?” Sarah stumbled out the
door. “Jack, I was—uuunngghhh!”
The gag had to come first: if she
shut Sarah up quickly, it would give her time to decide how many bridges she
had just burned. With her left hand, she took hold of Sarah’s chin from behind,
and yanked down; her right hand jammed the ball between her teeth, and she used
all her strength to hold it there as the startled blonde began flailing her
head back and forth.
“Haaagggghhhh!” It was fortunate that Sarah was drunk, because Jack
appeared to be utterly paralyzed; Amanda desperately tried to get the buckle
clear of her roommate’s hair to buckle it.
“Jack!” she shouted. “Her hands!”
Jack’s erect penis made his movements awkward as he reached for
Sarah’s hands; the blonde was beginning to sober up, now, and she was starting
to fight.
“Behind her!” Amanda snapped.
The gag finally secured in Sarah’s mouth, Amanda spun her roommate around, and
seized her in a bear hug, pressing her face into Sarah’s breasts; both women
were sweating, now, and Amanda had all she could do to keep Sarah from sliding
from her grasp. She braced herself, and she could feel Sarah’s hands beat on
her back for a moment, then stop.
“Ggguuuggghh!” Jack had pulled
Sarah’s hands behind her and was concentrating madly to fasten the cord about
her wrists. Amanda released her grip on Sarah, and dove to the floor, wrapping
more of the clothesline around Sarah’s ankles. Jack seemed to be having mixed
success tying Sarah; as Amanda pulled their captive’s ankles together, the
three of them unbalanced, and Jack and Sarah crashed to the floor atop Amanda.
Amanda scrambled out from under, and lay atop her madly squirming roommate,
checking Jack's knots. Satisfied that Sarah would lie reasonably quiet for a
few minutes, Amanda turned to Jack.
“Jack, you know, it really
feels funny to be talking to you like this…” Her voice trailed off. Jack was
kneeling beside the bound Sarah, gazing at her. Breath was heaving in Sarah’s chest
as she lay helpless. Without looking up, Jack spoke to Amanda.
“Isn’t she beautiful?”
Equal surprise registered on Amanda’s and Sarah’s faces. Sarah glared as she
saw Jack reach for her. He touched a finger to the tip of her breast, and Sarah
grunted under the gag, and pulled against her bonds. Amanda wondered if she
should check Sarah’s bonds, but they seemed to be holding—in fact, she could
see the muscles in Sarah’s arms strain as she fought. Sarah’s breath heaved
through her nose as Jack’s hand began caressing her belly. Amanda watched,
fascinated, as the bound woman’s eyes grew wide and glassy. She bucked madly as
Jack’s fingers traced a line from her belly down between her legs, and now deep
moans were coming from behind the gag.
“I love you, Sarah,” Jack
whispered. He bent down to her, and planted a gentle kiss on her left nipple.
Sarah’s eyes closed and she arched her body, practically having a seizure under
his touch. His tongue darted in and out as he applied loving torments to both her
breasts; Amanda watched Sarah’s nipples grow hard with arousal, and she felt
desperately uncomfortable. She was on the verge of locking herself in the
bathroom, when Jack turned from his loving ministrations to look at her.
“Thank you, Amanda. This is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Is it your turn, now?”