I'm eighteen. So is my boyfriend Todd. I don my best bikini and walk across our yard to the river for a swim. And there is Todd. This is 2019, before anybody ever heard of corona virus. At least nobody I know, so I can sit down next to him and swim in the river with him and all the regular stuff.
I don't really love Todd. The boy I really want is Eric. And I feel sort of sad. Todd's a nice boy, nice looking, polite, athletic. We never much do anything sexual even though he wants to but I don't feel it. Too bad. Now we're going off to college, he in New Haven, I in Cambridge and we won't see each other. He wants to fuck me before we leave for the fall.
Being done swimming we walk. He deliberately takes us past the area where we used to do Billy Jack. Not Todd and I, but me and other girls with other guys. My friend Kristie who runs The Wenches group we founded still does it with the Harrington brothers whose family owns the estate we are walking on. Billy Jack is a movie but to us it means screwing. With the girl staked out naked on the ground. In the movie Delores Taylor is out in the country riding her horse. She stops to sunbathe in the nude and is taken by two bad guys and staked out like a starfish naked on the ground and fucked against her will.
"Louetta, do you know about Billy Jack?" Todd asks.
"Yes, did you do it?" I ask innocently enough.
"Of course," he says, lying. "Did you?"
"No, of course not!" I lie.
"You have to try it." Actually I would like to try it with Eric. "Oh, look!" Under a tree he sees the box where Kristie still keeps the stuff you need to do it. "I bet the stuff they use is still here!" He takes me by the hand and rushes over to the box.
"Let's open it!" he tells me and he does. And there it is. The spikes. The big hammer to pound them into the ground, the ropes, lubricant because Kristie takes it in the bum regularly from the Harrington boys.
"Amazing!" he says. "If we put the spikes in the ground will you let me tie you down?" I look at him doubtfully. A chance for him to do what I won't let him do without ropes. But I love being tied up by boys.
"OK," I say, a little unsure if this is a good idea.
"OK! Now we need to know where to put them. Lie on the ground with your arms and legs spread and I'll place the spikes where we need them."
So I lie down on the flat grass, burnt from the sun and spread myself like a starfish. The sexual aspect of just lying like that is not lost on me. Nor the idea that a boy is about to tie me down in nothing but my tiny bikini, which turns me on. Nor the idea that with any luck I'd soon be buck naked and this delicious boy was want desperately to insert himself in me.
"Here?" I ask. He positions the first one near my right wrist.
"A little further back. I like about two feet of rope between the wrists and ankles and the stakes." He starts pounding the first one in.
"Oh boy, this is terrific!" he says enthusiastically. He's got the first one in and is moving toward the second.
"I love having a girl tied down, nothing turns me on more!"
"You mean like sexually?" I ask, knowing full well what he means.
"Yes! Doesn't it you?"
"Yes, it does, now that you mention it." You bet it does.
"Doesn't the thought of me tying you down get you excited?"
"Actually it does." I already am. I can feel the wetness in my girlhood and my nipples are so hard he can see them through my top. "I'm getting wet down there, are you getting a woody?" I can see he's as stiff as Joe Biden giving a speech.
"No kidding! Just thinking about you lying there in that bikini gets me hard and here you are. Let's not put it to waste!" I don't respond. I'm horny but not for him. He's got the second stake in and is moving down to my feet. He takes a second to unhook the tie that goes in back of my neck and holds up the top of my bra cups so that when I stretch up my arms to have him tie my wrists my breasts will come out of the cups half the way down so he can see my nipples and most of my tits.
