Any Second Now

When I first saw this request, I wasn't sure what I could do. In fact, I opened it up today, ready to write, and had no real idea how to do it. It wasn't until I started writing that it crystalized in my mind.

It happens that way sometimes. I focus so much on the request, on getting those details right, that I miss what's under the surface. I miss the fantasy within the fantasy. Once I figure out that extra level, which could very well just be the part of the fantasy that is ME, it all come together. (no pun intended)

Today, the theme that strung it together was the tease. I blame a certain special someone I've been talking to lately. I won't tell you her name, other than that it rhymes with "ModdessLori," but she and I have been talking a lot about teasing. And this story, which isn't for her, still managed to have her influence.

Sometimes, the best part of sex isn't having it... it's waiting for it to start.

Any Second Now

            Sleep was still out of Morgan’s reach. She had never really considered how important freedom of movement was to being able to drift off. So often, when insomnia had reared its head, she had tried to hold perfectly still and count her breaths, and that had helped her fall asleep. But now, with something else holding her still, it was much harder to do.

           She wished, a little bit, that they hadn’t called her bluff. That they hadn’t made her put her money where her mouth was. Or to let them put their mouths where her pussy was. Either way. But she hadn’t been bluffing.

           “I could tell,” she’d said, completely confident. “If it was a guy or a girl, I’d know the difference.”

           “You’re just saying that,” Sam had insisted. “You’d just open your eyes and see which it was, and then pretend that you knew all along.”

           “Yeah,” Casey had been even more adamant, voice heavy with challenge. “You wouldn’t really know, not if we took away all the ways to cheat.”

           All the ways to cheat. That’s how Casey had said it. And somehow, for some reason, Morgan had agreed. She’d allowed them to do whatever they wanted to take away the cheating, so she could prove to them that she knew, that she could tell. Morgan was so certain, so confident that she would know the difference, that she would know not to get turned on by a girl, that she’d let them do all of this.

           She’d let them wrap her legs in saran wrap, let them tie her ankles spread apart. She’d allowed them to wrap each arm in saran wrap, then lash her torso. She’d even let them use the hair dryer to make the wrap tighten just a little bit, so that while she could breathe, Morgan could still feel the tightness, and knew that there was no way for her to move her arms, no matter how much she might struggle.

           She’d let them strap the dollar-store collar around her neck, let them hook on a leash and then loop the leash around the post behind her so that she was stretched out and couldn’t even lift her head. They’d wrapped the neck brace around her neck so she couldn’t even turn her face to one side. And if that wasn’t enough, if that didn’t stop her from being able to look, they’d put cotton balls over her eyes, then tied on a blindfold.

Then they’d saran wrapped her head, leaving holes for her nose and mouth, and had made that plastic shrink down too. They’d wrapped duct tape around her head after that, over and over until there wasn’t even the slightest hint of light. Morgan hadn’t been able to hear more than a muffled version of words, a poor imitation of sound barely worthy of the name, but that hadn’t stopped them from putting pads over her ears and duct taping the pads around her head too, until she couldn’t even hear the tearing of the tape. The only concession they’d made was to have the fan blowing on her, doing its best to keep her cool even as she tried to sweat through a layer of plastic that didn’t breathe.

           They might both be in the room with her. They might both be gone. For all Morgan knew, they’d called friends over and were having a party all around her. She might be laying there, a mummified plastic doll, unable to close its legs, unable to even lift its head, arms molded to its body, while they drank, joked, partied, and danced. They could have been all around, completely ignoring her prone form. Or they could be talking about it, scoffing at her stupidity, laughing at how pathetic she was. They might be calling her all kinds of names. Stupid whore. Slut. Bitch. Idiot. Tramp. Skank. They could be joking about her, could be making plans to use her body, to do terrible things to her.

           Morgan bit her lip to keep the sound from escaping. She wouldn’t hear it, but anyone around her would. There could be dozens of them. Maybe they set up cameras. Maybe they were going to degrade her on camera, then show the video online. Maybe everyone at school would see it, would know what she had allowed to happen. She could deny it was her, and there was no real way to prove it without taking away the duct tape and the saran wrap, without letting her see and hear. But she’d know. Everyone would know.

           She took a deep breath and tried to cool the flush of her skin, knowing that the plastic wouldn’t make that easy. No. Casey and Sam are her friends. They might joke about doing things, but they wouldn’t do it. They’d both somehow managed to get permission to not only bind her so tightly she couldn’t even really consider moving, they’d also gotten Morgan to let them both go down on her. She had given both of them permission to put their tongues between her legs and try to lick her to orgasm. Why had she done that?

           No, there probably wasn’t a camera. Probably wasn’t anyone else in the room. Morgan pushed the sense of disappointment away, and tried not to figure out why she was disappointed in the first place. No, nothing like that was going to happen. She was safe with her friends. She could trust them. She had to trust them. Why else would she have let things go the way they did?

           “Wanna bet?”

           They had both laughed at her, but neither one wanted to back down. So Sam had asked what the stakes would be.

           “I’ve got twenty dollars in my purse,” Morgan had told them. “If you two win, you can have it. If I win, you both match it.”

           Casey had been almost hysterical at that. “Seriously? You want to bet twenty dollars? That’s it? You realize that means that either we are paying you for sex, or you’re paying us, right?”

           Morgan had shrugged, not really thinking of it that way and certainly not really caring. “And you’ll each get paid ten dollars, while I’ll get paid forty. Seems fair.”

           “It does? How do you figure?”

           Morgan had given Sam a very dirty look, one she regretted almost immediately. “Well, I’m worth four times as much as either of you,” she’d said. She had smirked, they had laughed. She thought that would be the end of it. They’d tried to call her bluff, she’d called theirs. It was over, and they could get back to just hanging out.

           But that hadn’t been the end. “Twenty bucks,” Casey had said. “That makes us kinda cheap, doesn’t it?”

           Casey had nodded. “Cheap whores.”

           “Then again,” Sam had said, “it means Morgan isn’t all the much better.”

           Her face had gone white when they’d agreed to her bet.

           Now they were somewhere nearby. Maybe in the room. Maybe not. The light could be shining right in her face, and Morgan would have absolutely no way of knowing it. Unless they actually touched her, she would have no idea what was happening. No sight, no sound. And no smell.

            That had been the last thing they did. Maybe it had been the plan all along. Maybe it had just been a clever last minute thought. Whatever it was, the medicine smell of the ointment that had been smeared just below her nose meant that Morgan wouldn’t even be able to tell her friends apart by scent. She’d never really considered if men and women smelled differently, or if she’d be able to tell which was which if they did. Her friends didn’t wear cologne or perfume, so there was no distinct scent she could think of that would tip her off anyway.

            But once the ointment had been smeared, it hadn’t mattered. Either one of them could have bathed in whatever scent they wanted to, and Morgan would have no idea. She couldn’t smell anything other than the medicine.

            She’d half expected them to somehow bind her mouth too, to make it impossible for her to taste anything. Why not? They’d blocked off three of her senses already. Why not a fourth? Morgan had wracked her brain, waiting for them to do it, trying to figure out how she might even possibly use her tongue to figure out which one of them was down there.

            There was the dirty answer, of course. But it seemed unlikely that they would come at her from that direction, unlikely that they would let it be a 69 when they were trying to win the bet. If that wasn’t cheating, nothing else would be. No, the sense of taste was pretty safe to leave alone, pretty safe for them not to deprive her.

            Besides, she needed her mouth free. She needed to be able to talk. If she couldn’t say anything, couldn’t tell them if she started to panic, they wouldn’t be able to let her out. And if she couldn’t say which of them was there between her legs when they finally started, if she couldn’t say that she could tell when it was a boy and when it was a girl, there’d be no way for her to win the bet. No way they could just lick her to orgasm and then make her guess which one it had been after letting her go. Too much Morgan might pick up on. What if one of them blushed? She had to be able to just say which of them it was. Had to be able to just make the claim that it was a boy, or that it was a girl, between her legs.

            That was the whole point, after all.

            Soon, hopefully, they would get started. Whoever was going there first, or if only one of them was going at all, they had to start soon. Her legs were aching, and the fan wasn’t keeping her cool. It was making her shiver as it blew between her legs and reminded her that it took more than stifling a moan to hide her arousal, but other than that, she was starting to overheat. If they didn’t start soon, she’d make them cut her free.

            She needed them to start soon. The wait was driving her crazy. How long had it been? Felt like hours. Why would they wait so long? Were they hoping she’d fall asleep and into a REM cycle before they started? How would they know? Would the dream help tell her who it was? Maybe her unconscious mind would be able to tell the difference better than her conscious mind. But wouldn’t that be ‘cheating’ too?

            Soon. They had to start soon.

            Morgan tried to pull against her bonds, tried to wriggle or to struggle, but there was no point. She couldn’t get a purchase anywhere, couldn’t budge even a tiny bit. She was completely still, whether she wanted that or not. It was just like when she couldn’t sleep. Just breathe, and sleep will come. Just breathe.

            But she couldn’t clear her head. Was it better to have just the three of them in the room, or to have a crowd? Would Morgan prefer that the lights be on or off? Would she want the room to be completely silent, so that her utter deafness wouldn’t be that big of a deal, or was it sexier to think that there could be all kinds of noise? Which would be better?

            She tried to breathe. Tried to relax. Her muscles ached, but they weren’t tight. Why couldn’t she just relax and fall asleep?

            What were they waiting for?

            Soon. It had to be soon.

            The whimper escaped her lips unbidden. Morgan wasn’t sure there was even anyone there to hear it. No, there had to be. They wouldn’t just leave her there, all restrained with her senses cut off. They had to be there. They’d get started soon.

            Any second now, she’d feel a tongue between her legs. She’d feel one of them licking her, and she’d know who it was immediately.

            She’d know.

            As soon as they started.

            Any second now.