Bound to Happen

Nick ran his hand slowly over my collarbone and down over the top of my breast. Before I could utter a shocked exclamation he grabbed my breast and moved it, placing the key securely underneath where my skin held it in place. Shock must have delayed Jake's reaction as well, but seeing Nick actually touch me snapped him out of it. He literally started growling at Nick the second his hand touched my breast. Ignoring him, Nick gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Releasing my hair, he continued. "One key down, and the next one goes..." I could feel his fingers tracing the waistband at the back of my jeans.

Pulled out of my shock at the feel of his fingers on me again, I screamed: "Don't you fucking dare Nick!"

"Touch her again like you just did, Nick, and you're dead," Jake said, very evenly. "Finish your game and get the hell out."

"Fine," Nick said on a sigh. I felt him pull back the waistband of my jeans and panties and a moment later felt the cold key slide down over my ass and land in the crotch of my panties. "SCORE!" Nick shouted.

"God, you are such an asshole!" I yelled, shaking with shock and embarrassment. Things like this did not happen to me. I was the shy one! I did not straddle my friends' laps, shirt wide open, while another friend plays "hide the key"!

"Either uncuff us or get out now, Nick." Jake said. Characteristically, he didn't shout, but his voice was like ice.

"Uncuff you?" Nick said sarcastically. "Oh, you want me to fish the keys out? I didn't really plan for this, but I'll admit this is totally turning me on. Say the word and I'll get them back myself."

Not that it was necessary, but I started pushing into Jake's chest again making sure I conveyed that Nick getting the keys back was so not okay.

"Out," was all Jake said.

"I'm gone. See you kiddies in the morning." Nick said, walking out the door. A moment later we heard the locks turn.

I looked up into Jakes face. He was already looking at me.

"Is this for real?"

"Yeah," he said. "I think it is."

"This can not be happening," I said. No sooner had I uttered the words than I heard the porno intro music start. "Perfect. I don't think a more awkward situation could possibly exist.

I started chewing on my lips trying to think of how we were going to get out of this. "We could try to call Thomas." I said.

"You really want him to walk in and see this?" Jake asked. "It's your call, but if I was him and I walked in on this, I wouldn't care how you got into it, I'd just be pissed. I know I'm not calling Joan."

"God, you're right." I moaned.

By now the porno had started and I could feel my face flaming with embarrassment. Heads turned away from each other, neither of us spoke for a few minutes, not quite knowing what to do. Our silence was filled with the moaning, slurping and slapping of flesh from the movie. From my position on Jake's lap I could feel that he was noticing the movie as well.

Minutes passed before we started calling out possible solutions. After discussing and dismissing several ideas, including calling the police or Nick's wife (both of which were decided against because Joan and Thomas would find out), and a rather delusional discussion of finding a hack saw to cut through the cuffs, I started losing feeling in my wrists, and my shoulders began to ache from our awkward position. The weight of Jake's hands attached to my cuffs was making my cuffs dig into my wrists and add strain on my shoulders. Feeling defeated and sore, I said, "Well we can't stay like this all night so let's just get the first damn key so we can get you uncuffed, and then I'll get the second key out myself."

"Are you sure?" Jake said

"No, I'm not sure, but we haven't been able to come up with anything else and there's no way I can stay like this all night. So, lets try to think of the least-humiliating way of doing this." I took a deep breath. "Okay...can you use your teeth on the middle part and pull a little? It should just fall out."

Jake looked and me and nodded. I could feel him stir under me. The situation, the sounds from the T.V. behind me, and the fact that this seemed to be turning Jake on was actually starting to turn me on a little, too. I squirmed back a little on his lap, trying to give him more room. Jake let out a faint but audible groan.

"Sorry" I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Lean back against my arms and arch your back a little to give me some room."

I could feel his arms wrapping tight around my lower back once again. Nervously, I leaned backwards a bit over his arms. I felt his arms crawling up my back, pulling my breasts toward his mouth as he leaned forward. Heart hammering, my breathing sped up. I felt the scrape of his teeth and the brush of his lips as he tried to bite my bra in the center without biting me. It was a little difficult due to the underwire, but after a few tries he got it and started pulling it way from my chest. I leaned forward a bit thinking it should just fall out. When it didn't I started gently bouncing, trying to dislodge the key that was now stuck to my skin without dislodging Jake's teeth. After the third or forth bounce, Jake let go of my bra and pulled me close so my chest was pressed to his, his face buried in my neck and hair.

Breathing hard he said, "Just give me a minute and I'll be fine. Sorry. Shit, I can't take much more of that."

"Feels like you can to me," I said with a bit of a wiggle. "Oh my God! I don't know what's wrong with me! Forget I said that!" I could feel my whole body turning bright red.

Jake pushed me back and looked at me. I was mortified but looked him back in the eyes. I felt his arms close around me again this time pulling me even closer to him. His face came closer, stopping inches from mine. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. My heart was hammering.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" he said, oh so softly, while staring at my lips.

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out.

He looked me in the eyes again and slowly brought his lips to mine. A tentative brush of lips and he pulled back looked at me again. I was still speechless. He came back again, giving me time to stop him. This time the kiss was still soft and sweet, but firm. I felt his tongue trace my lower lip and I opened my mouth a bit in response. Jake took my silent invitation and dove in, crushing me to him once again, our mouths feasting on each other. Somehow we ended up listing further and further to the side until Jake rolled me under him, his legs settling in between mine once again. I felt him grind against me and moaned.

The sensations and my own moan startled me a bit and brought home the situation I was in. I was the first to pull back. With the release of my lips Jake started nibbling his way down my neck.

"Jake, wait - stop. We have to stop. This isn't right." I said breathlessly.

Jake stopped nibbling and rested his forehead against mine, taking a few deep breaths.

"I know it isn't," he said. "But honestly, I don't think I want the key back yet. Nick may be an asshole, but he was right - I am loving this."

I had no idea what to say. I was completely confused, utterly mortified, and absolutely turned on. I don't think my heart had had this much of a workout since I played soccer in junior high. I stammered, "Jake, I..."

He sighed, "Alright, let's get back to the key."

He moved himself down my body so he was in position to start attacking my bra again.

"Where did he put it, again?" Jake asked. "I forgot. Was it here?" He said, lightly tracing my left breast through my bra with his tongue.

I squeaked and sucked in a breath.

"Nope, don't feel it there. Must be on this side," he said, repeating the process on my right breast. When he bumped into the key he said, "Oh, here it is."

By this time I was biting my lips and had my hands curled into fists to keep myself from moaning.

"We're here to get the key, right?" He said. "So let's just get it." I felt his teeth on the closure of my bra once again. However this time, rather than getting a grip on it, he was actually trying to open the clasp.

"Wait! Jake!" I cried. Too late: my bra clasp popped open. The cups were still pretty much in place, but only for a moment before Jake grasped one in his teeth and flung it to the side. Then he repeated the process on the other side, baring my breasts for his viewing pleasure... and look he did.

"I forgot what side it was on again." Jake murmured by way of explanation.

The key was actually still stuck under my breast. Jake used his teeth and tongue to gently pry the key away and then pulled back, key dangling from his teeth by the ribbon. Leaning to the side, he dropped the key on the couch as close to our hands as he could get. Moving back, he took one arm and pulled it securely against my lower back, lifting me up and over towards the key laying on the couch.

"I got it," he said.

He pulled us back into our original seated position with me on his lap, giving him better access to unlock the cuffs. I was extremely self-conscious to be sitting once again on my friend's boyfriend's lap with his arousal evident, my bra and shirt wide open, and the knowledge that said friend's boyfriend had no desire to put a halt to the evening's games.

'Did you get it? Do you need help?" I asked. Jake's gaze was directed on some point on the wall behind me as he concentrated on opening the cuff.

"No, I got it," he said.

I tried to keep my hands out of his way and finally felt the pressure on my cuffs slacken, signaling that he had at least one hand free. A few seconds later I felt all of the weight from Jake's hands lift and I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt his hands move to my bare waist and I looked up to find Jake looking at me, not saying anything.

Nervous, I asked, "Would you mind pulling my bra back together?" Jake complied, the backs of his hands dragging across each nipple as he brought the cups back into place.

"Thanks," I said, pulling back and struggling to stand. Rather than just steadying my arms so I didn't do a face plant into his chest, Jake once again wrapped his arms around my waist and stood, lifting me up and then lowering me slowly back down his body until my feet touched the floor. Jake's arms lingered a moment longer than necessary and then his hands dropped to my waist. I backed away a few steps, putting some space between us and trying to calm down a bit. Looking down, I asked, "Umm... If you can...umm... help me out and unsnap and unzip my jeans, I think I can get the second key out on my own in the bathroom."

Silently, Jake reached out and hooked his hand into the front of my jeans. My eyes flew up to meet his as he started slowly tugging me back towards him until I bumped up against his chest. Keeping his gaze on mine, he unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.

"Thanks," I muttered, already on my way to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned back against it, my head reeling. Still a little buzzed, a whole lot excited, majorly confused, and guilt-ridden, I decided that dissecting the evening could wait. Figuring out how to get out of this situation was the pressing issue. On the heels of that decision was the realization that I had no idea how to get the key. I tried reaching my hands down the back of my jeans as far as they could go to see if I could reach. With no luck, I next tried pulling down my jeans a bit. I managed to get them down to the bottom of my ass, but no further. I tried jumping, wiggling, and I put my leg on the counter and tried to shake it loose that way. Nothing worked.

Cursing my boy-cut panties and wishing I had worn a thong today, I was ready to scream in frustration. I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes were wide and glistening with tears of frustration, face flushed, lips plump from the recent make-out session, hair tousled. My short sleeve button-up shirt was wide open, revealing my 34C breasts and flat stomach. My breasts were thrust out provocatively due to the position of my hands behind my back and my black underwire bra. My low-rise jeans were pulled down even further barely hanging onto my hips and showing a triangle of my matching black lace panties. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I was going to have to suck it up and call Thomas or get Jake to help me. I pulled my pants back up over my ass, managed to open the door back up and walked out to the living room, head down, trying not to cry, embarrassed beyond belief, and still frantically trying to figure out what to do.

Jake was still standing where I left him, but his eyes were on the T.V.

"No luck, huh?" he said.

"No, I couldn't get it. I think I need to call Thomas after all."

Jake closed the gap between us in one step. He hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. Looking down at me he said quietly, "No, you don't."

I felt his fingers move to my back and begin to slide under the waistband of my jeans where Nick had dropped the key.

"It's not there anymore." I whispered. "It's moved forward."

His hands stilled for a moment and then pulled out of my waistband. The hand that had been holding my chin dropped down to the small of my back. His other hand moved from my back to my front, caressing my waist as he went. The palm of his hand pressed up against the flat of my stomach right below my belly button. His hand slid slowly down under the top of my panties. Once again I could feel my heart beating out of control, the whole situation overloading me with emotions. I was turned on beyond belief. I vacillated wildly between guilt and excitement, with a lot of embarrassment thrown in for good measure. Jake's hand slowly crept further down, first his fingers and then his palm sliding over me. As his fingers began to slide past the lips of my pussy, I felt him pause.

"Well, well," Jake murmured, a small smile on his face.

To my utter mortification, Jake had noticed that my pussy was sopping wet, and he hadn't pretended not to notice as I had hoped. I dropped my forehead to his chest, refusing to look at him. His hand continued its descent, finally reaching the lining of my panties. The heel of his palm was pressed tightly against my clit as his fingers searched for the key.

"Got it," he said, his fingers curling around the ribbon. As his fingers curled up they broke past my pussy lips, causing me to gasp. His hand stilled. Then, like lightning, his other arm that had been holding me steady moved up and over my cuffed arms until his hand was grasping the back of my head. He pulled my head towards him firmly and I got out a quick gasp before our lips met once again. The moment our lips touched, all thought fled and I just felt, sinking into his kiss. I felt his fingers begin to caress up and down the lips of my pussy, one finger finally pushing through to enter me. I moaned and felt my knees go weak. Jake moved his hand back from my head to my lower back, pulling me tightly to him. His fingers continued to tease my pussy, driving me wild.

I was lightheaded from the kisses and the alcohol as Jake slowly spun us backward until I bumped into the wall. As soon as we hit the wall his hand lowered to the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and around his waist. I felt a second finger begin to work its way in to join the first, both fingers plunging into me faster and harder. My leg around Jake's waist pulled him in even closer. As his fingers dove in and out his thumb stroked my swollen clit in fast circles, his mouth latched to mine, catching my cries. I could feel the pressure building low in my stomach, as my climax approached. Jake's mouth left mine and travelled down the side of my neck and then back up to my ear lobe. I could hear and feel his rapid breath in my ear. He sucked my ear lobe into his mouth and then gently bit it, sending me over the edge. I screamed my release, Jake's mouth clamping once again over mine, muffling the sound. My body quaked as his fingers continued, forcing my orgasm to go on and on. My knee buckled and Jake pushed me more firmly into the wall, using his body and the hand under my thigh to hold me up.

"Uh ma gwd! Uh ma gwd!" I moaned into Jake's mouth over and over again.

A moment before I was going to start begging him to stop, I felt his hand finally still and leave my panties. He stooped down, grabbing my other leg, and pulled it to his waist. Both legs wrapped around him, Jake put one hand on my ass and one on my back and lifted me up. Utterly boneless from the mind-numbing pleasure, I dropped my head to his shoulder while he carried me back to the living room and sat me on the edge of the couch. He pushed me back so I was lying on the couch with only my head and shoulders reaching the back cushions. He knelt down between my legs and we watched each other as, his gaze never leaving mine, he tugged on the waist of my jeans. I lifted my ass from the couch so he could pull them down and off. He left my panties on and gently ran a finger along the outside over my sensitive pussy until he found the key once again.

"I didn't want to lose this so I thought I would leave it here for safekeeping," he said, slowly sliding a finger under the side of my panties, hooking the key, and slowly pulling it out. He held it up to my gaze, dangling it by the ribbon.

"It's all wet," he said. "I'd better clean this off before it rusts." I watched, mesmerized, as he brought the key to his mouth and licked first one, then the other side of the key. He leaned forward and put a hand at the back of my neck, pulling me back up to a seated position and kissed me. His hands stroked down my arms toward my restraints and then paused. I didn't think anything of it until they started back up and, upon reaching my shoulders, started pulling my shirt down my arms. I felt my bra strap give way seconds later.

"Jake? What are you doing?" I said as he pulled my bra back once again. "What about the cuffs?"

He gazed down at my breasts for a moment, looking at the red intention made by the key earlier. "I wanted to kiss this and make it better when I saw it," he said. There was a pause, and then, "I'll unlock you later."

His comments sent a zing of naughty excitement through me, but my guilt had retuned as well.

"Jake! Wait! No, this has gone way too far already! We can't do this."

Completely ignoring me, he lowered his head and I felt his tongue caress the spot that the key had left, and then he kissed it. His lips and tongue moved from there to my nipple, causing me to gasp.

"Jake!" I cried, a little breathlessly, unsure if I was crying for him to stop or begging him to continue.

His tongue moved in circles over my nipple, getting smaller and smaller, until he finally reached the peak and nipped at me before finally sucking the whole thing into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back, thrusting my breast more firmly to him. He moved to my other breast and repeated the process, pinching, licking, and sucking. He began kissing his way down my stomach, making his way to my navel where he stuck his tongue in, making me giggle. He looked up at me, smiled a killer smile, and slowly stood. Backing away a few steps, he reached up over his head and hung my key on the ceiling fan.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?" He said. Walking back towards me, he pulled his shirt off, revealing the sculpted chest and washboard abs I had admired more than once.

"But I thought you were going to unlock me."

Coming to a stop in front of me, he began unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper, letting his jeans drop to the floor. "Like I said, later."

Fascinated, I watched as, clad only in his boxer-briefs, he began to peel them down as well. I thought after feeling that bulge under me that I was fairly well prepared for what he was about to reveal, but I was shocked when his cock finally sprang free. About 8 inches long and deliciously thick, the head already glistened with a drop of pre-cum. I felt every muscle in my body clench in anticipation, imagining how it would fill my pussy.