## It's Good to Have Friends (F/F) Concluded

Post by LordNelson » Fri Jan 24, 2014 12:33 pm

She was beautiful. She had great clothes and sexy shoes. She had a job she loved and lots of friends. She had it made. Well she almost had it made. Her love life was a bit of a disaster. A series of failed relationships were the only stain on an otherwise charmed life.
One evening she was hosting a party at her apartment to celebrate the conclusion of a successful contract. After the meal she looked around and realized she had invited mostly couples. There were young couples and old couples, gay ones and straight ones, long term and newly started. The only other single besides herself was her best friend who had come without her husband. That was only a temporary state. Her friend would most likely be leaving at the end of the night with a man on her arm, or a woman, or if it was possible both.
After a few glasses of wine she began to whine. A comment turned into a commentary and was headed towards a speech. Her singleness was bothering her and she had to tell the world.
On her way to a refill her friend took her by the arm, relieved her of the glass and steered her towards the bedroom. ‘We need to sort this out’ her friend said ‘you’re beginning to depress everyone and you’re ruining a good party.’
Half drunk she stumbled along as her friend towed her by the arm. Once in the bedroom the door was closed and she was pushed back onto the bed. ‘No one needs to hear about your old boyfriends’ her friend told her ‘we have suffered through all of the break-ups with you and we don’t need live through it again.’ The full lecture lasted about two minutes. She laid there half smashed and listened.
Amazingly through the alcoholic haze she had actually understood and agreed with what had been said.
She went to give her friend a hug and she couldn’t move her arms. She looked and was surprised to see that while she had been lying there her friend had tied her wrists to the headboard with a very expensive pair of silk stockings. She raised her head just in time to see her skirt go up to her waist and her panties go down to her knees. Then her friend jumped up onto the bed between her legs with an Armani scarf in one hand and a large vibrator in the other. ‘It didn’t take me long to find these’ the friend said.
She managed to gasp ‘Karen, what are you doing?’ before the scarf was pushed forcefully into her mouth. ‘My dear Grace’ Karen replied ‘this is just what you need to mellow you out so sit back and enjoy!’
Karen began with her fingers until Grace’s juices were flowing. Then she inserted the big black vibrator. She didn’t turn it on. She worked it in and out taking it to the rim and then plunging it back in again. She twisted it to one side on entry and the other on exit trying to stimulate every nerve ending into a peak of passion. When it looked like Grace was about to come she slowed down to prolong the moment.
Karen gently slid it back and forth with short easy strokes. Grace thrashed about begging through the scarf in her mouth for the final push that would give her release. Karen slid her other hand under Grace’s blouse and began to massage her breasts. She would work one until the nipple seemed like it was going to burst through the flimsy lace brassiere and then she would slide her hand over to the other and repeat the treatment. Every time Grace reached the verge of erupting Karen eased her back down and then started over.
Then Karen stopped. Grace began to whimper. She needed that one last push to get over the edge. Karen waited until the moment was right. She rammed the vibrator in and worked it like a jack hammer until Grace’s body went rigid. The headboard creaked as she pulled on the stockings; waves of ecstasy washing over her body. Grace wrapped her legs around Karen and pulled her in. She had to let go of the vibrator as her body slammed into Grace’s.
Her face was buried in Grace’s bush and her breasts were being crushed by Grace’s knees. The big black toy pressed hard against Grace’s sweet spot. Karen could barely breathe. Then sweet release came. A warm sensation spread like ripples in a pond from Grace’s pussy through her body until her fingertips and toes tingled.
Her legs relaxed and she loosened her grip on Karen. Her head fell back onto the pillow. Long tresses of curly red hair obscured her face. She took long deep breaths. The vibrator slid out of her slack vagina.
Karen slipped out of the leg lock. She looked at Grace and said ‘Well my little love muffin, I need a drink. Catch your breath while I fill my glass.’
When she reached the door a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She went back to the bed, reinserted the vibrator and turned it on full speed. Then she slipped Grace’s panties back up to hold it in. ‘Don’t go anywhere’ she said ‘I’ll be right back.’
Part 2 – Un-friended
Grace had no problem with Karen's lecture; every word of it was true. Grace had no problem with Karen’s solution; when she was done with her she was certainly satisfied and relaxed. What Grace had a problem with was Karen leaving her tied up; she had been tied to her headboard often enough to know that you don’t leave some one by themselves when they are bound and gagged. If this was way she was going to be treated by her friend she was just going to have to un-friend her. There was just one glitch. She would have to get loose first.
Grace had found a magnificent headboard at an antiques shop while on a purchasing trip for a client. It was an intricate latticed framework of brass tubes between two larger brass tube bedposts. On top of each post was a jade ball. It was beautiful, it went with her bedroom décor and as an added bonus it was quite functional on occasions like this. Now she just had to figure out how to get free from it.
She looked up, her head on a pillow, to study her predicament. Her hands were tied to the headboard about halfway up, approximately sixteen inches above her. She studied the knots and was grateful that Karen had been careful and not put a run in her expensive stockings. Then it came to her. If she could just start a run in one of them it would unravel and she would be free. She hated the thought of ruining a stocking but it was the only way.
She had an idea but first she would have to sit up as much as possible. The silk sheets were slippery but fortunately Karen had not removed her shoes. She dug in the four inch heels of her Prada Vernice Saffiano strappy bow sandals and pushed. This time the sheets worked to her advantage and she easily sat up. Leaning against the headboard she examined both wrists and determined that the one on the left was closer.
First she would have to pull out the gag. Karen had stuffed it in so tightly that Grace had been unable to push it out with her tongue (Grace was embarrassed by her failure; normally she is quite talented with her tongue). She tried to reach it with her mouth. The wrist on the left was just out of reach and Karen had tied it to a vertical tube so Grace couldn’t move it any closer. The wrist on the right, even though it was further away, was bound to a horizontal tube.
By wiggling her arm she was able to get it to move closer a fraction of an inch at a time. When it finally came to a stop against a vertical tube she thought she could reach it. She twisted her body as much as possible and leaned towards it. A jolt shot through her body and she stiffened up.
The movement had pushed the vibrator hard against her clitoris and a wave of delight washed over her. She rolled back and it passed. She tried again with the same result. There was only one thing to do. She rocked back and forth each time holding the buzzing toy against her sweet spot a little longer. When the orgasm finally rippled through her she had to fight to urge to lie back and bask in the warmth of the afterglow.
She pushed her head towards her captive hand with all of her remaining strength and was able to get hold of the scarf with her fingertips. She pulled it from her mouth. A second push and she sank her teeth into the knotted stocking. She pulled with all her might trying to rip it. Good fortune was with her and she had bitten in just the right place; when she pulled the knot started to come apart. A few more tugs and it was undone.
The first thing she did was to reach down and pull out that damn vibrator. She was about to fling it across the room when she realized; that’s no way to treat an old friend and besides it wasn’t to blame. It was Karen who was at fault and Grace and her little electric buddy were going to get revenge. She untied the other wrist and began to plan.
Part Three – Friendly Fire
Karen had gotten her refill, and another, and another. She was in no rush to go back to the bedroom. The party was rolling along perfectly fine without Grace. She sat and chatted, had a few snacks and a few more drinks. Finally someone who had witnessed her exit with Grace asked her if the hostess would be returning to the festivities. It was then that Karen realized she had left poor Grace a little too long. She wobbled on shaky legs back to the bedroom. She opened the door and staggered in.
Grace sprang out from behind the door, clamped her right hand over Karen’s mouth and wrapped her left arm around her. The surprise was too much for Karen in her intoxicated state and she passed out. As she went down she took Grace with her. They dropped in slow motion. Karen’s limp body pulled Grace off balance. With four inch heels there was no way to counteract the motion and she was going along for the ride.
When Karen’s comatose body came to rest on the floor Grace’s arm was trapped under it. It took a moment to get it out. Grace then wrestled the life size rag doll up onto the bed. She looked at her victim.
Karen was wearing an LBD (little black dress). It was simple but on her figure they always looked great; she knew it and used it to her advantage. This one was a stretchy material that hugged her curves and flowed over her body like a second skin. The rest was basics, black stockings and a pair of Prada’s (suede round-toe pump with 4 ¼ inch heels), but on Karen the basics worked best.
Grace abandoned the idea of pulling up Karen’s dress to expose her pussy, it was just too tight, and instead removed it completely. The lacy black bra and thong panties were standard but Grace was surprised to see Karen wearing a garter belt. It was a smooth spandex that sat snuggly on her hips without any clasps and didn’t show at all through the tight dress. Now it was time to utilize that head board again.
After getting free she had gone to her closet for her samples case. In it was a coil of half inch gold cord that she used for drapery accents. When cut into appropriate lengths it also had other uses that she had explored before. Grace laid Karen out down the middle of the bed and started.
First she stuffed her mouth with the scarf using a second one to cleave gag her. (Karen’s tongue got a lot more exercise than Grace’s and pushing out the wad would be easy without the second Armani.) Then she tied each wrist to the brass tubing as Karen had done with her. Grace would have really like to see Karen spread eagle but unfortunately the antique shop didn’t have the matching footboard. Instead she would have to be more creative.
She took two of the longer cords and tied one end of each around Karen’s legs just above the knee. She passed the other end around the base of the jade balls on the bedposts. When she pulled the cords they lifted Karen’s legs and spread them.
She stood back to enjoy the view. Karen looked like an erotic marionette, her strings tied to the bed, her limbs held captive and her pussy on display for Grace’s revenge. Karen was still out cold. Grace knew it was breaking the rules but Karen had done it to her first, this was only getting even. She left the room.
Back at the party she quickly made the rounds of her guests assuring them that she was feeling much better now. She filled a glass with ice cubes and then topped it off with champagne. She took a sip and returned to her captive.
Karen was still in dreamland. Grace dipped her fingers in the champagne and flicked icy droplets in Karen’s face. She came to with a start. Disoriented at first she struggled with her bonds. Grace sat back and watched. She couldn’t count the number of times she had woken up in the same predicament.
After a minute Karen was conscious enough to assess her situation and she calmed down. She was no stranger to these cords and knew that a knot tied in them held tight. She was also no stranger to the taste of Armani and Grace’s saliva in her mouth. She took a long look at the state of her legs and silently approved of Grace’s creativity.
(An interesting thought amazed her. For years she had appreciated her expensive sexy shoes by looking down at them and seeing the toes. From this angle she could see her heels which she had never done before. Her smooth calves curved down to her pretty ankles, her heels were caressed by the black suede and the long stilettos completed the sexy combination.)
Grace looked down on her. She unbuckled her belt. She knew that her clothes were only going to slow her down now. She unbuttoned her hand made imported from Hungary peasant skirt and it slipped to the floor in a crimson heap. Coral pink panties accentuated the curve of her hips. She gripped the hemline of her ivory white ruffled silk blouse and slowly lifted it. Karen felt a flutter as Grace unveiled her magnificent breasts. A skimpy matching coral pink brassiere was pushed to its limits trying to hold them back.
She climbed onto the bed. She ran her hands over Karen’s legs starting at her ankles and slowly working to her bound knees. Her lips followed her hands kissing the smooth silk of Karen’s stockings. As her hands went down the outside of Karen’s thighs her mouth went down the inside. Between the alcohol and Grace’s sensual touch Karen’s head was spinning.
Hooking one finger around the crotch of Karen’s panties she pulled them to the side. Grace was going to get Karen primed with her fingers but the lingering taste of the champagne was getting stale and she knew how to get rid of that. She snuggled her head into Karen’s pussy. Using the very tip of her tongue she probed the crevice exploring it from one end to the other. Karen moaned through the Armani silencer.
Her tongue penetrated deeper and deeper. Karen felt a rush with every flick. Grace wanted to tease her a little longer but Karen was too far gone. When she came her thighs gripped Grace`s head. Grace prodded as deep and as fast as she could. After three rapid orgasms Karen`s body went limp. Karen’s breathing was rapid and shallow; Grace`s tongue was fatigued.
Grace extracted her head and dealt with the priorities first; she straightened her hair and got dressed.
Believing in an ancient philosophy which professes that ``pay back is a bitch`` Grace said ‘Well my little love muffin, I need a drink. Catch your breath while I fill my glass.’ She went to the bed, inserted the vibrator and turned it on full speed. Then she slipped Karen`s thong back up to hold it in. ‘Don’t go anywhere’ she said ‘I’ll be right back.’
Part Four – BFF’s
When Grace got back to the party she headed straight for the bar. Wine had gotten her into this situation but it was going to take whiskey to put an end to it. After two shots she was as ready as she was ever going to be. Some people were getting ready to leave so she couldn’t put it off. She got everyone’s attention.
‘I would like to apologize to everyone. Tonight was supposed to be a happy celebration but I let my personal issues get the better of me; too many glasses of wine didn’t help. I got silly. I’d like to give thanks to my good friend Karen who kicked my ass out of here before I ruined the entire evening.’
By this time she was crying. ‘If you would give me a minute I’ve got to go dry my eyes. Please; no one leave until I say goodbye. Have one for the road and I’ll be right back.’
She hustled off to the bedroom. She removed the vibrator and the gag. While she untied Karen she said ‘I’m sorry. I really appreciate what you did for me. I need you to be with me out there. Please stay until everyone is gone? I would like you to be the last to leave.’
As Karen got dressed Grace began to untie the cords from the headboard. ‘Don’t do that’ said Karen ‘I’ll leave last but it won’t be until tomorrow.’
Last edited by LordNelson on Mon Jan 27, 2014 1:19 pm, edited 6 times in total.

### Re: It's Good to Have Friends (F/F)

Post by nadal1234555 » Fri Jan 24, 2014 3:51 pm

love it please continue

### Re: It's Good to Have Friends (F/F)

Post by Mr Underheel » Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:40 pm

Definitely great! Can't wait for the next installment!

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Post by capturedsuperhero » Fri Jan 24, 2014 5:50 pm

great story
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!