'Twas the week after school let out, and I had just finished either fifth or sixth grade. My grandmother was staying with me, my little sister (we'll call her Jessie for the sake of the story), and my little brother (who isn't important) because my mother still had a week of school left, as she was a teacher in a different district.
In any case, we spent a lot of that week outside, as we did all summer, with the neighborhood kids. Two of my sister's best friends lived just around the corner. One was in my grade (let's call her Tammy), and the other was in my sister's grade. We had a small elementary school with only one class per grade, so we formed an elementary friendship with everybody in our class, mostly because it was either that or hang with the kids that were younger than you. And because there was only one class per grade, we formed special bonds with these classmates because we'd been around them almost our whole childhoods, even though by middle school I had hated at least half of my classmates.
Because I saw Tammy as such a close friend, I never really had a crush on her, even though I thought that she was physically attractive. I did when I first met her, but as the years went on and our personalities adapted, I stopped liking her. I still thought that she was very beautiful. She was tall, skinny and had long dirty-blonde hair. She was only a few months older than me, but nevertheless, she was starting to grow some small, perky, boobs that would be expected for a twelve-year-old.
It was about halfway through the week, and we were in a summer haze. Tammy came over to our house to play with Jessie, and it was still the morning, so I was in my pajamas. Jessie was dressed because she usually got dressed first, even though I woke up first. I forget was Jessie was wearing exactly, but I remember that Tammy was wearing a tank top with a pink pattern on it, pink denim shorts, and pink flip flops.
I went up to my room to change, and I just changed into a dark t-shirt and some khaki shorts that were a little bit tight, but I was going shopping within the next week or so anyway. I come back down the stairs, and imagine my surprise when I see the prettiest girl in the neighborhood tied up with tape in front of me.
Tammy was standing on our back porch, which was wooden deck that was elevated off of the ground, so it had steps leading down to the yard. Her hands were taped together at the wrists with duct tape with a mustache pattern on it, and a strip of the same tape was over her mouth, gagging her. It wasn't complicated bondage, but Hell, it was the first time I'd seen a human, much less a pretty girl, tied up on real life.
She and Jessie were make-believing that Jessie was kidnapping her, so she took her by the arm and said some cliche line that kidnappers always say in a gruff voice, and lead her to a playground that was nearby.
I just stood there in stunned silence watching this unfold in front of my eyes. I had no idea how to react. I didn't know what masturbation quite was yet, but sure as Hell knew what a boner was, and I was wearing tight shorts. I went up to my room, changed my shorts, and went back outside. At this point, Jessie had Tammy on the swing set with her ankles tied together now, and they swinging together, Tammy speaking through the tape. Was that part hurting my fantasy a little bit? Yeah, but was I living my fantasy that I had been having for the past five years? Also yes.
After the two of them were done, my sister had in fact run out of tape, so no more bondage would be happening. Shortly after Jessie untied Tammy, and thus ended the beginning of an awkward sexual tension that I would have with Tammy until we got into high school, where I realized that she was kind of a skank, but it didn't help that I moved out of the neighborhood a few years later.