By Mike S.
Chapter 1 - Christmas wishes
"So, what are you going to make for the campaign, man?" my friend Tim had asked me. We walked through snowy streets, listening to fresh snow crunch beneath our feet. It was a question I hadn’t given much thought…
Until now.
"Huh?" I asked, being pulled out of my slight daze. Tim just shot me a look, knowing probably where my mind was then.
"I asked what are you going to make for the campaign?" I chuckled and shook my head.
"I don’t know," I responded. "I guess I haven’t given it much thought." He sighed softly and just rolled his eyes. "…What?" I replied through a chuckle.
"Mike, you needed this game badly. You’ve been gamemastering non-stop for the past three years now! It’s time you stood back for a while and became a player." I just shook my head and grinned.
"What did you make? Or, what are you planning on making?" I asked Tim.
"I’ll end up going with an Elven Ranger. I’m thinking archery style," he replied.
"Nice," I agreed. Tim wasn’t lying; I had been a Gamemaster non-stop. But it hadn’t been three years; it’s actually been five. We had just gotten out of college for winter break and our entire gaming group was in town. So, we (and by we, I mean them) had decided to give me a break from running a game, so I could play and enjoy myself. We crossed the intersection to where he lived; the snow began to pick up a bit by this point. "I'm thinking maybe about doing a Swashbuckler and go for Dread Pirate."
"A Swashbuckler?"
"Yeah; why not? It's not like we have the melee support," I replied.
"Well, Craig's the Rogue--"
"Have you known Craig to play anything besides a Rogue?" Tim just laughed as we stood outside the door to his house. "...He's the Rogue, Chris is the Cleric, James went for a Wizard while Brad is planning on going Monk/Psion." Tim just nodded his head.
"Yeah...and you're pretty good as a Charismatic guy. But...a Dread Pirate? ...Your brain has been fantasizing about a certain someone lately..." he teased. I punched him in the arm...not very hard...but he was right. My mind had been on someone lately. Her name was Lisa; she was short...shorter than me, even. I'm about five-seven and she came in about five-four, maybe five-five. We both wore glasses and she just had this cute little smile. I met her in High School, when I was a freshman. We had hung out a lot; played video games, card games; just did stuff. She introduced me to anime and I introduced her to tabletop gaming. Oh, her reddish-orange hair came down to just above her shoulders, making her look very hot. ...Well, to me at least. She really didn't have guys looking at her a whole lot, mainly because she wasn't endowed with a chest. But I never really cared; I thought she was still hot looking. I had planned on taking over a Christmas gift I had gotten her - this book she kept going on and on about one day in the store. I had to go to three stores in one day and fight off about five people just to get the damned thing, but I managed to do it.
I felt the sting of cold snow on my face as Tim had pelted me with a snowball. "Hey!" I shouted at him, doffing my fedora and brushing the snow off of it. He just laughed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get snow on your out-of-style hat!" he said. True, the style hadn't seen much use since the era of the Blues Brothers, or if you want to go back further, Frank Sinatra (whom I prefer to think of when I wear this hat). Placing it back on my head, I just waved my hand at Tim.
"I've gotta go man. I need to make sure no one decided to break into our house or something," I said turning away from him. "I'll be sure to get the character written up and I'll give you a call either tomorrow night or the next morning."
"Better make it the next morning, seeing as how tomorrow night is still technically Christmas and all?" he said. "Have a good one, and Merry Christmas to you man."
"Merry Christmas to you as well, Tim," I shouted as I walked down the sidewalk home. I never minded walking in the snow; well, providing it wasn't a blizzard out or anything. But, with it falling as lightly as it was, I didn't mind. I made my way to my folks’ place and walked up the front porch steps to our front door. I just unlocked it, going inside and shut the door behind me. No one had been home yet, as my folks had decided to go off to see my sister who lived about three hours away. Walking into the kitchen, I found a note from them saying how they would be gone for at least the night. "...Swell," I said. I sat down on our couch and turned on the TV. Upon seeing It's a Wonderful Life, I promptly shut off the device. About a few years ago, I really began to stop caring about Christmas all together. Well, when your grandmother dies on Christmas day and your other grandmother dies on New Year's Day, one could see how you would grow weary of the season. I've never been one for Christmas traditions and all that. My parents would always go down to see my sister who lived three hours away, being invited by her and usually stay there for the night. I went up to my room, in order to wrap the gift I had gotten my friend Lisa for Christmas.
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Is it sad that it takes a grown man about an hour or two to wrap a book? I mean, seriously! Well...actually it only took me about fifteen minutes...the last hour and forty-five minutes were spent trying to convince myself to walk over there and not make a complete ass of myself.
It won't be so bad.
"How the hell would you know?"
Oh come on! I'm you, you retard! Don't try to focus on the negative! She'll love the gift and be glad to see you!
"So...you're saying that I should go over there and not worry?"
Basically; and quite frankly, it'd be a nice change of pace for once.
"Um...what about the part where I just stare at her, not saying anything?"
That's why you don't do that.
"Easier said that done, I'm thinking..."
It could be worse...
"It could be worse? How could it possibly be any worse than me having an argument with myself right now?"
Just pray that you don't say something stupid like how you feel about her.
"Oh, yeah; 'cause that'd go over real swell!"
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I shook my head briefly, bringing myself back from the conversation I had with myself a moment ago. I can imagine by this point, you're probably thinking why on earth is he talking to himself? Well, to be perfectly honest...I don't know. But, I decided to agree with what I had voiced within my head - I needed to go over there and not be worried about what might happen. After putting on my coat, I donned my fedora, grabbed her present and ducked out the door. By this point, the snow had begun to come down in lake effect style - a lot of snow really fast. I walked across our snow-covered lawn to her snow-covered lawn and knocked on her door.
No answer.
I knocked again, this time a little louder, in case she couldn't hear me or something. Maybe one of her sisters or her brother had been bugging her, forcing her to put her headphones on and play her music loud.
Still no answer.
By this time, I had decided to go inside and see what the issue was. Their doorway opened to a small hallway, where a stairwell greeted you ascending upwards. Off to the left, I could see into their living room. Their tree was decorated all nice, with lights and ornaments all about it. "Lisa?" I called. I walked into the living room, and looked out into the kitchen, calling her name again. "Lisa?" Something seemed off at this point, so I ventured up the stairs to the second floor. She had two sisters and one brother; only one of her sisters being older than she was. "Lisa!" I called again. This time, there was some faint noise coming from her room. I walked over to her slightly ajar door and opened it, seeing her lying there on her bed. She wore a plain white t-shirt and some gray sweat-shorts, as their house was usually pretty warm. Her legs had been bound in duct tape, as were her wrists and hands, but behind her back. A large strip had been placed over her mouth and she was squirming all about, trying to talk as I came in. Her eyes were wide over her tape gag.
I couldn't stop staring at her.
"...Lisa? What the hell happened to you?" I asked, rather stupidly.
"Mmmm! Mmm, mmmm mmm!" she tried to say. Have you ever had one of those moments where all time seems to halt for you? Or at least slow down considerably? Well, I was having one of those moments right now; that was, until, I felt something metallic being pressed up against my head.
"Take off your coat and shoes and lie down next to the girl," I was ordered by a deep voice.
"Why?" I asked.
"If you don't, I'll end up killing someone right now," the deep voice replied.
Chapter 2 - Now and then, there's a fool such as I
"Now...let's not do anything rash," I said. "Because...if you're going to kill someone, I'd like to volunteer myself." Lisa just screeched behind her gag at what I had said.
"That's pretty noble of you, buddy," the voice replied. "But what if I decided to go ahead and plug her?"
"...Well, then I'd be forced to enact upon you a scene of indescribable violence." Deep down, I knew I was bluffing; I didn't stand a chance against someone with a weapon, possibly a gun. But I wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
"Just off with the coat and shoes," I was ordered. I removed the winter coat, throwing it on her computer chair, then slipped out of my shoes and placed them by her chair as well. "Now...on the bed, next to her." I'd be enjoying this a lot more if I weren’t being forced to do this in the first place. I lay down next to her, just looking at those beautiful, brown eyes of hers. I just smiled at her, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be all right. "Ok, now, put your arms around her back...and place them on her butt. " My eyes went wide as I was asked to do this. I mean, sure, I've always thought of touching her butt, but now was not the right time to be doing so. I just muttered to her 'sorry' and did so. My body and arms were then taped to hers' - I was going nowhere fast. My ankles then were done up in a similar fashion to Lisa's; we were both bound together, on her bed. "Well," our assailant began, "I'm off to see what you folks have here. I'll be back to check on you in a bit."
It's not like we were going to be able to get free. My hands were on her butt and there was really no way I could move them at all. ...Well, I could move them, but just not in a way that would result in them being placed elsewhere. Her room was still its light bluish color that I had always known it to be. She had a poster of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow from Pirates on her wall, opposite her bed. I couldn't look at her; I was too embarrassed to do so.
Will you not be a pussy for like a few seconds and just say something to her?
"Like what?"
Oh, I don't know...how about that you like her or something?
"There's no way that I'm going to say that to her!"
Fine then! Be a pansy! See if I care!
"How is me not telling her being a pansy?"
You do realize that you're going to be stuck like this for a while, correct?
"...Well...."
So...you might as well as tell her how you feel.
"No, no I don't think I'll be doing that. It'd...it'd be too embarrassing."
Hey, genius; in case you didn't realize it, you're talking to yourself right now...out loud....in front of her.
"Son of a…"
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I shook my head out of my conversation and found Lisa not only trying to converse with me, but actually looking at me as if I was all right. "...I'm fine," I muttered. "...Sorry about my hands being on your butt." Her butt was soft and wonderful to touch.
"Mhmm mmm mhmm mh, mhmmh," she tried to say. I just shook my head and chuckled.
"Uh...I wasn't just talking to myself back there, was I?" She nodded her head in response. "Ah...well...I can explain that," I quickly replied. There was a pause of silence there. "...I...I got you something. I know I shouldn't ruin the surprise, but I managed to get you that book you wanted."
"Mmm? Mm mhmm? Mm Mhmmm!" she tried to say. I laughed again and she did the same under her gag. We had stared at each other for a minute or two; our noses practically inches apart from one another. I could feel myself getting turned on by this and no doubt she could feel my erection as well, but right now, I didn't care. I moved my face closer to her taped lips, every intention to kiss her...
"Well, I'm back," our captor had announced. I quickly pulled away at the sound of his voice, my gaze trying to avert hers. Some Christmas Eve this had turned out to be. I could only imagine what the hell was going on in her head right now...
Chapter 3 – And now our story from a different point of view…
I had known this to be a bad day when I got home…I just didn’t imagine it’d turn out to be like this. I had gotten into an argument with my parents when I had gotten back from the mall because they had found out I got a C– in my Physics class. Do I really need the class? No; it’s just a gen. ed. Requirement. They should be thrilled I got an A in my Ancient History course. …Well, I had a pretty good tutor…
…Who I happen to be taped to right now…
Honestly, I don’t even remember how it all happened. I got home from the mall, after getting a Christmas gift for Mikey (we call him that because it just fits him and he’s never objected). Well, I come inside, only to find this guy standing there with a roll of tape in his hands. "What are you doing in my house? " I asked him.
"Would you believe that I’m here on behalf of the place you got your tree and I’m taking it back because you gave us a bad check? "
"First off, I don’t think repo men from tree lots would be wearing full faced ski masks indoors…and second, that’s a plastic tree, " I pointed out. He suddenly grabbed a hold of me before I knew what was going on.
"We also don’t carry around rolls of duct tape…unless we were breaking into someone’s house," he said casually. Pinning my wrists behind me, he wound the tape around them several times. He then led me over to the couch and proceeded to wrap my legs in tape. "Now…I need somewhere to safely deposit you until I’m done. "
"Well," I grunted, trying to wiggle out of the tape, "you could be nice and leave me on my bed. At least there, I’d be somewhat comfortable."
He shrugged. "Why not?" he replied and hoisted me over his shoulder. It felt weird being carried over his shoulder like this. Almost like I had been carried like this before. I began to figure out then and there who it was almost instantly.
"Wait!" I cried. He stopped by the stairs briefly and I continued. "Would you at least take the bag I brought back with me upstairs as well?" I had dropped the bag by the banister when I came in; the book I had purchased was still inside it. He picked up the bag with his free hand and weighed it for a second or two.
"Seems pretty light. What did you purchase, really?" he asked me.
"What do you mean? I got a book from Borders," I replied. He opened the bag, looking at the contents inside. "Hey! " I yelled. "Don’t look in there! It ruins the surprise! "
"What surprise?", he asked me. "It’s some sort of…what kind of book is this, anyway?"
"It’s a gaming book…as if you didn’t know," I replied angrily. "Now you’ve gone and ruined your surprise."
"Umm…lady; I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t do games." By this time, we had reached the top of the stairs.
"You…don’t…do games?" I asked as I was thrown onto my bed. He tore off another piece of tape.
"Nope," he replied bluntly. "Why? Who did you think I was?" NOW I was in trouble! I had originally thought this to be Mikey, but now I was beginning to wonder just how long I’d be like this before I’d be found…or released. "Oh, I nearly forgot!" he exclaimed. "Can’t have you trying to remove that tape!" he said and took a pair of my underwear, rolled it into a ball and shoved it into my mouth. He then took the piece of tape in his hands and applied it firmly over my lips, sealing my underwear in my mouth. "There, you can just think about that guy you thought I was for a while." And I stayed there, trying to wiggle off the bed and possibly over to my computer table where I knew there was a pair of scissors. But that was soon interrupted by Mikey’s arrival.
"Lisa? What the hell happened to you?" he just asked. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the surprise visitor behind him.
"Mikey! Get out of here!" I tried to say. But it was too late. I saw the sight of a barrel being pressed against his head. I sighed through my nose, closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Take off your coat and shoes and lie down next to the girl," he ordered him.
"Why?"
"If you don't, I'll end up killing someone right now."
"Now...let's not do anything rash, because...if you're going to kill someone, I'd like to volunteer myself."
"No you stupid idiot!" I tried to shout through my gag.
"That's pretty noble of you, buddy," he replied. "But what if I decided to go ahead and plug her?"
"...Well, then I'd be forced to enact upon you a scene of indescribable violence." This was something he had always said to me – no matter what, he was always going to protect me and at least do his best to keep me safe from harm. Granted, he probably had no chance against this guy…but the gesture was nice…if not foolish.
"Just off with the coat and shoes. " I watched as he removed his coat and threw it on my chair. I smirked to myself that it was almost like he was showing off to me. "Now...on the bed, next to her." He lay down next to me, staring at me the whole time. He smiled and even thought I knew we probably weren’t going to be hurt, it was nice enough to know that at least I’d be tied to him. "Ok, now, put your arms around her back...and place them on her butt. " His eyes went wide as he was forced to do this. I could tell that he was apprehensive about touching my butt. I heard him as he muttered 'sorry' to me and gently places his hands on my derriere. He was then taped to me; my chest (what chest?) was pressing up against his. We were stuck like this together. "Well," our assailant began, "I'm off to see what you folks have here. I'll be back to check on you in a bit."
It's not like we were going to be able to get free. With his hands on my butt, there was no possible way for either of us to get to the scissors. I just looked at him while he glanced around my room. He probably was regretting coming over here now; not wanting to spend his Christmas Eve like this. Then, I couldn’t help but hear how he began to talk to himself.
"Like what?" I heard him ask quietly. For as long as I’ve known him, Mikey has always talked to himself when he didn’t know what else to do. He was two minds about everything. Something he chalked up to being a Gemini.
"There's no way that I'm going to say that to her! …How is me not telling her being a pansy? ...Well.... No, no I don't think I'll be doing that. It'd...it'd be too embarrassing." I was curious by this point as to what he was mentally arguing with himself about. Obviously, the ‘her’ was in reference to me, but just what exactly was he going on about? "Son of a…" he finished.
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As he shook his head back into consciousness, I was a bit worried that I had upset him…or if he was ok. "Are you fine? " I had asked him.
"...I'm fine," he muttered. "...Sorry about my hands being on your butt."
"Don’t worry about it, Mikey, " I tried to say.
"Uh...I wasn't just talking to myself back there, was I?" What else was I supposed to call it? I nodded in response. "Ah...well...I can explain that," he quickly replied. He was silent for a moment, as if trying to form the words to explain what he was doing. "...I...I got you something. I know I shouldn't ruin the surprise, but I managed to get you that book you wanted," he said, quickly changing the subject.
"What? You did? You idiot!" He just laughed again and I couldn’t help but do the same. We had stared at each other for a minute or two; our noses practically inches apart from one another. I never noticed how cute his eyes were underneath his glasses, but they were. This was clearly turning him on, as his growing erection was being slightly pressed into me. I watched as he leaned in closer to me, almost like he was going to kiss me! And I would have done the same, if not for…
"Well, I'm back," our captor had announced. Mikey quickly pulled away at the sound of his voice, his gaze trying to avert mine. He was embarrassed, I could tell. Grr! If I didn’t have this stupid gag on, I’d tell him that everything is fine! …That, and would it kill him to just squeeze my butt slightly? I mean, it’s obvious he likes feeling it…
Chapter 4 – I hate this holiday…
"Well…I hate to say this, but your house has nothing here," our captor said to us.
"Really? Their house has nothing?" came Mikey’s reply. "So…you mean to tell me, you’ve terrorized this girl all for nothing?"
…He’s very sweet…
"I wouldn’t say nothing…" his voice trailed off. He grabbed the scissors on top of my computer table, cut the tape holding us together and pointed his gun at the two of us. "I want you to strip, girlie!"
"Like hell!" Mikey shouted.
"No! I’ll do it," I replied. I stood up from the bed and after removing the tape from my legs, I reached up for the tape over my lips.
"Leave it," he said, so I began to head for the door. But our captor had blocked it before I could leave.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked.
"She’s going to go change in the bathroom. I don’t think she really needs to change in front of us!"
"Really? Because all she’s going to do is peel out of that shirt and lay back down next to you."
It was then that it dawned on me who it really was. Now it made sense – why the gag stayed in place; why the mask, why the deep voice…it all made perfect sense. It was then that I realized what I had to do.
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She began to strip. Why, I’ll never know; but she began to strip…right then and there. Placing her hands on her shirt, she pulled it up over her breasts and her head, showing to me her white plain bra. She then lay back down on the bed next to me, waiting for what was to happen next. What she did next threw me completely by surprise. She threw her arms around me and nuzzled her head against my chest.
"If you’re done, I’m going to go ahead and tape you two back together now," our captor went on to say. Lisa just nodded and sighed contentedly, while I was just confused even more. "I want you to put your hands inside her shorts this time! Place your hands right on her ass!" I don’t really remember what happened exactly, but when my brain finally gave me back control, I found myself once again taped to Lisa, with my hands touching her soft underwear. I was incredibly hard by this point and Lisa knew it too.
Why she was slightly moving her body over it was completely confusing to me…
"Well, its confession time," our captor had declared. "No doubt, as you may have guessed, I’m really not here to ransack your place." Lisa nodded in agreement with that statement.
"Wait," I began, "you know who this really is?" She nodded again. Our captor bent over, peeled the tape off her lips and pulled out a very wet pair of her underwear from Lisa’s mouth.
"Water, please," she croaked. After being given a little water, she went on. "Well, at first, I thought it was you," she said to me, giving me a little squeeze. "But then after what I was forced to do a second ago, it dawned on me who it really was! It’s actually my older sister, Kelly." Our captor had pulled the mask off his face…revealing it to be that of Kelly!
"Pretty smart, sis!" Kelly shot back. "Yup, it’s me!"
"I’m not surprised," Lisa replied. I was just confused.
"Well, I did it because I read your journal and figured that this was the best gift I could give you!" NOW I was even more confused.
"Um…not to sound like a moron or something, but…what the hell is going on?" I asked. Kelly sighed.
"My goofy sister here thinks you’re cute and really had no way of telling you without you possibly being freaked out. So, we decided that you two should spend Christmas Eve together." I looked at Lisa.
"Were you in on this?" I asked her.
"Oh, right; because the last thing I wanted was to spend my time tied up."
"Oh please, " Kelly quickly interjected. "I can tell you’re enjoying yourself. At least this way, you two have no choice but to talk." I noticed Lisa turning a little red.
"That’s…that’s not the point," she muttered.
"Uh huh," Kelly replied with a grin. "Well, I’m off! I’m going to go over and see some friends of mine tonight! I’ll have to call Tim and tell him that he was right. Later!" and she walked out of the door, leaving us still taped to one another.
"…I’m going to kill Tim," I muttered.
"So…you got me a present, huh?" Lisa asked me. I grinned.
"Yeah…I did."
"Well, I got you one too. I got you that book you kept looking at that one day in the mall."
"What? Oh my god, Lisa! …I could kiss you!"
"Please do…"
"What?" I asked.
"I didn’t say anything!" she quickly snapped.
"Oh…" So there we were…two people who were going nowhere fast. I liked how her panties felt; very smooth, yet soft.
"Mikey…" I immediately stopped what I was doing and looked right at her. "Do you…do you hate what happened to you tonight?" I honestly didn’t.
"No; why do you ask?"
"I had no idea my sister was going to do this to me…or us for that matter. So, I’m really sorry that I–" I decided to stop her there by kissing her. Her lips were soft and felt wonderful to kiss. After I had pulled away, I found her still looking at me for a moment or two. "What…what was that for?"
I smiled. "Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now," I replied. We kissed again, this time our lips opening slightly so our tongues could touch one another.
"Could you grant me a request?" she asked me.
"Anything," I softly replied.
"You do realize that you can squeeze my butt? I mean, your hands are on it…you really can’t move them elsewhere…and I can’t really stop you…"
"Well…yes you could," I replied.
"How so?"
"Well, if you said no, then I’d do my best to oblige." She sighed and shook her head. "What? It’s still your body!"
"Mikey…you’re so sweet," she said, kissing me again. "…Merry Christmas."
"…Merry Christmas, Lisa," I replied, squeezing her butt gently. She let out a little gasp and smiled softly at me. "…Would you like to be my girlfriend?" She stared at me like I had just asked a stupid question. "…What?"
"I think we’ve already crossed into that territory, Mikey," she said with smirk. "How is it possible someone who is so calculating when trying to be a professional killer from a video game can be so…"
"Oblivious?" I finished. She nodded at me. "Well, what can I say? Agent 47 and I have a lot in common!" She kissed me again and I could only help but think what a nice Christmas this had turned out to be. I just hoped that no one would come to untie us…for at least a while…