Readers: this chapter is a little different and contains some same-sex sex, bdsm and few other things. Enjoy. This story might belong in a different category but this is where Janey started.
With Friends Like These Ch. 06
"I am incredibly nervous, Janey, I mean it," Charles said as we stood shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk in front of Krissy's apartment building.
"Me too," I replied.
It had been one week since Krissy and I had spent the most soft and gentle afternoon having sex. I couldn't think of anything else. It was magical and I wanted more of the same. Of course it was only minutes from when I left her apartment to when I was on the phone with Charles telling him every last sultry detail. All he could say was damn, and variations of it. Hot damn. Holy damn. God damn. But I got the biggest reaction out of him when I told him that Krissy wanted us together. She wanted both of us to meet her at her apartment for "an evening of fun" as she called it. Charles was quiet for several long seconds before shouting "Fuck yeah" into his end of the phone.
Charles and I met at a secluded park to have a long talk about what having him join Krissy and me in bed would mean for our relationship. It was supposed to be a long talk. The reality was we discussed it for about three minutes and both became so turned on that we started making out on the park bench. The kissing and groping got very heated very quickly. It was soon dark out and I was able to pull his shorts down and free his cock. I stood up, backed away from the park bench and dropped my shorts. I wasn't wearing underwear. Charles was plenty hard and I sat in his lap facing him. He guided his cock into me as I sat down and he thrust up. I grabbed the back rest of the bench on either side of his shoulders and I began to ride. Sex outside in public, with the real possibility of getting caught was a major turn on. It was like nothing I had ever done before. No one was around but I found out I have an exhibitionist streak in me too. I rode him for as long as I could until my legs gave out and finally I reached behind me to tickle his balls causing him to cum. We separated and went home agreeing that we would join Krissy soon. Charles' cum was slowly leaking down my leg as I walked into my house and went to take a shower. These firsts in my new and improved sex life were an amazing rush and I loved it. I wanted to move onto the next adventure, the next first.
That's how I found myself standing next to my lover outside the apartment building of my other lover. Krissy was waiting for us inside and I happily reminded myself that this was her idea. She wordlessly buzzed us into the hallway of her building. I led Charles down the hall to her door. There was a hand written note taped to her door and two brown paper bags with handles hanging on the door handle. The note was on white notebook paper and written in a man's handwriting. I knew Krissy's writing which had lots of girly loopy letters and she even drew a heart over each letter i instead of a dot. She didn't write this.
The note said "Dear J and C, first you will both remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and make a pile on top of your shoes, leaving it by the door. There is a specific bag for each of you. Put on the things from your bag. You may help each other if you need it. When you are both ready knock on the door (if you can hahaha)."
Charles and I looked at each other and mouthed the words "What the fuck". I read the note again. It hadn't changed from the first time I read it. I looked around the hallway and it was quiet and we were alone. While I was looking around Charles had pulled off his shirt and was untying the drawstring to his shorts. Down went his shorts and his underwear came off with them. His shoes and socks were soon off too. I felt some kind of mix of being stunned and rapidly rising excitement and I was just standing there looking from the door to Charles' growing cock.
"You are not following instructions."
He was right, I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head. Always the gentleman he moved behind me and unhooked my bra. He pushed the straps forward grazing the sides of my breasts with his palms. He hooked fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. By now I had stopped wearing underwear if I knew there would be sex, and there most certainly going to be sex today. He knelt and quickly pulled off the shorts and my sandals leaving me naked except for four earrings and one silver hoop in my right nipple.
The bags. What the hell was this about? The bags were labeled with a J and a C. Someone had used a black Sharpie and drew crude letters on the front. I took them off the door handle and gave Charles his bag. I reached into my bag and pulled out the first thing I grabbed. I was looking at a black nylon wrist cuff with velcro closures and a metal D ring. Looking further there were four cuffs. Oh shit. Wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. Like an idiot I again looked up and down the hallway: still no one, just us. The contents of Charles' bag must have been similar because he had already put on his wrist cuffs. His were the same as mine except his were pink nylon and dangling from one was a metal three inch double clasp. He continued getting dressed by bending over and putting on his pink ankle cuffs. Straightening back up he looked amused as he took my bag from me and reached inside. He pulled out the ankle cuffs and knelt down and put them on me. While he was down there he kissed my mound and brought me back to what was happening. I was getting wet and he had to be able to smell me when he kissed me. Standing back up with a broad grin on his face he gently took my right arm and raised it out in front of me and slid his hands down it until he came to my wrist. On went the cuff. He let that arm drop as he reached for the other and repeated the process. One of my cuffs had the double clasp hanging off of it too. Stepping behind me again he slowly pulled my arms behind me and I heard a small metallic click as he worked the clasp attaching my wrists together. Back in front of me with a much bigger smile on his face he looked back into my bag.
"Mmmm, this is good. Oh, I like this," he said.
"What?" was all I could muster.
He pulled out a black leather strap with a buckle and in the middle was a red rubber ball with a series of small holes in it. Holy shit, Krissy got me a ball gag! She expected me to wear a ball gag.
