The twins were just incredible. I actually finished that session feeling more refreshed than when I went in.
As I took them back, waiting at the picnic bench was Beth. Beth looked very comfortable to see me, as well she should -- my first contact with the sorority was Beth. She's an eighteen year old freshman with straight dark medium length hair, a comfortable middle class upbringing, and a fine head on her shoulders. She also has estrogen crystallizing out in her bloodstream. The result was an exciting combination: her instincts shouted at her that she wanted to be with guys, but her head drew careful lines, and her upbringing gave her the confidence to stick with those lines.
What I found was that if I stayed on the right side of those lines, she was more than happy to show off her excitement, but she had to learn to do that. I found it incredibly satisfying to help her learn.
After I released Young-gai and Mi-Soo, and the foursome talked a bit, she came up to me and gave me a hug and quick kiss. She backed off a half step and my hands moved from her back to her sides. She put her arms on mine, and continued to brush my arms with her hands as she spoke.
"I had a hunch it was you from the start. You don't know how I had to talk to get the girls to go along with this harebrained scheme." she stares directly at me, "You owe me."
"I owe you a good time... which I intend to give you."
She smiles at that, "How do you want me?" she asks and her hands move up and down my arms again.
"T-shirt and jeans." I say.
"Bound or not?"
"Hmm... You ladies have shown some skill at this. Yeah, lets see what you can come up with. But, no gag."
"What if I want one?"
"I'd rather be kissing those lips. But, if you want to experience one, a nerf ball inside and tape outside."
She smiles, another kiss, and she goes back to the others.
That evening I get a surprise. Beth is in the back of the car, ready to go, but when she gets out she's in a short denim shirt, not jeans, and she's wearing a halter top, not a T-shirt, and there are cords around her torso and arms above and below her breasts. She's also blind-folded and gagged with long cloths. When she gets out of the car, I see her feet are bare, and her ankles are hobbled. It's not at all what we agreed upon, but it's tight and she's helpless. I'm not a, "you disobeyed my exact words, you must be punished"-type guy, and she's not that kind of woman, so what I see is just fine! It just means I have to carry her on my shoulder back to the van, which is a place she's been before, and likes.
I grab her bag; heft her on my shoulder, and start walking. As I do, I slid my hand up under her skirt... No surprise! She's not wearing panties. It's a long reach around those wonderful wide upper legs, but I manage to goose her a couple times as I walk back.
After I'm in the van with her, and driving away, I take off her gag.
"Thank you." she says calmly, "I didn't realize how dry your mouth gets when it's filled with a cloth."
I change her blindfold, too, and all the way to the motel we talk. She's a good conversationalist, so we catch up on a couple week's worth of small talk while I fondle her breasts, neck, shoulders and head.
Beth has an instinct to trust -- when I "manhandle" her in the motel room, she doesn't flinch or tense up. I reward this by doing outrageous things to her -- like throwing her on to the bed while she's still tied up, but I make sure none of it hurts, and none of it scares her more than riding a roller coaster would. When I release her, she can't keep her hands off me -- she cuddles beside me and strokes my chest in an admiring way while I rest up for the next event.
We have a most rewarding evening.