M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 4, update June 3, 2014)

Postby volatiledesire » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:56 am

It has been over three years. Sorry I took so long to get back to this. Glad to see the site is still around and here are the first chapters in the archives, there is not an introduction to this story so you'll need to remind yourselves of the characters/events. Here it is. Again I hope you enjoy this, and I would say I hope to post more, but no promises. :oops:

Mark woke to the sound of Teresa's voice. "Mark wake up, I have to go to work soon."

Mark rolled over and immediately realized he was naked. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it around his waist. He turned red as beet in surprise as well as embarrassment upon seeing Teresa's mouth splitting grin.

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Anyway, I have to go to work, and Nancy is coming over at 11:00."

"Huh, Nancy is coming over?"

Teresa stood up and walked over to the mirror, she adjusted her red hair which had been swept up to the top of her head leaving only one stray lock to dangle down the side of her face. She wore a fitted pair of jeans and a green top which was pinched between her breasts. Mark was never a fan of the jeans but the shirt did look nice. "Yep, I told her to come over," Teresa holds up a small brown bottle. "Here is the remover for your recent additions." She tossed it toward him.

Mark snagged the brown bottle from the air and peered curiously at Teresa while pretending to read the label. "I'm not sure what you are up to, but I'm game. You planned something with her?"

"Just a small challenge, something to amuse me." Teresa left the room, the small heels she wore beneath the flare of her jeans clicking down the hall.

"I thought we were not supposed to see each other for a week?"

"My game, my rules." Teresa shrugged.

It was not yet 10:00 and Mark was dressed in the largest and baggiest white T-shirt he could find in Nancy's closet and a pair of bike shorts, the breast forms were easily removed and now were sitting on the bathroom counter. However the weight of the rubbery material had pulled on his chest and left two red reminders of their previous existence on his chest, not a bruise but the skin was definitely marked. He hoped it would fade quickly.

Mark had time to find some breakfast in the kitchen and was cleaning up the dishes when Nancy arrived. He half expected her to knock but she just slid into the kitchen from the back door. She wore a pair of shiny black tights with a pastel fitted T-shirt that snugly hugged her body down to her thighs. "Oh you are a sight for sore eyes."

Nancy smiled and pulled her shirt up a bit exposing more of her thighs as she slid into one of the bar stools in the kitchen. "Thank you, I was half worried my Mom might have stolen you away."

Mark sniffed. "I don't even know what to think about your Mom." He sat down next to her and rested his chin in his hands. "I don't know if she likes me, hates me, or is just crazy."

"A bit of all those, probably."

"No wonder I'm confused."

"What has she done to you." Nancy asked with genuine concern in her voice.

"You know about the first couple of days."

Nancy nodded.

"Well, the next day..." Mark went on to lay out everything she had done to him. He left out the part that him with breasts on his chest but other than that laid out the whole week. "She's been taking pictures, I'm sure she means to let you see them sometime."

Nancy mouth had fallen open during his description of his burial. She closed it with a snap and licked her lips. "Oh my, we have to get you out of here."

"Humph. How do you plan on convincing her to do that?"

"Well..." Nancy paused.

Mark looked over. "She told you something to do today didn't she?"

Nancy nodded. "She said that when she came home from work if she saw something that would make her laugh than she would let you off the hook."

"Off the hook?"

"Yep, off the hook. You can go home."

Mark stood up and paced around the kitchen for several minutes. "The only thing I can think of that would make her laugh is her finding me dressed as a pussy cat trapped in a bird cage."

Nancy held her hand to her lips to stifle a giggle. "Yes, that would probably do it. I don't have a big enough bird cage though."

Mark rolled his eyes. "There has got to be a way to turn this around."

"I'm not getting in any bird cage, Mark. Forget it, she would be pissed once she found out it wasn't you."

"She might laugh though." Mark said raising an eye brow in Nancy's direction.

"I doubt it. She would easily recognize me."

"Forget the cat in a bird cage thing, that was just a joke, what if you were wearing something that was more of a disguise, something that covered your face."

"Like a veil?" Nancy asked.

"Exactly, a wedding dress with a veil." Mark pulled Nancy out into the living room and pulled the coffee table into the middle of the room. "We could have you tied with your hands in front holding some flowers. With your legs tied so you are forced to kneel before the coffee table like an altar. Your Mom would think it was me."

Nancy shook her head and hefted her chest. "I doubt that she would confuse the two of us."

Mark was about to disagree but he could not bring himself to mention the breast forms he had worn that very morning. "What then?"

"You will have to do it. It's better than your kitty cat in a bird cage idea, at least it is easier. I can find a wedding dress pretty easy."

Mark shook his head. "I'm tired of that crap."

"But it will be the last time. Then you'll be home."

Mark looked out the window towards his house. "What if we asked Mom to do it?"

Nancy cocked her head. "Do you think she would put on a wedding dress and let us tie her up?"

"She might. She has done some crazy things before. I can try to sweeten the deal with promises to make dinner or do the laundry or things like that. It's worth a shot."

Nancy shrugged. "I'll see if she can come over."

Mark rubbed his hands together. "If this works..."

"My Mom is going to be so pissed."

"I'll have ran out the front door by then."

* * *

Mark looked at his Mom expectantly after explaining the plan. She sat at the kitchen bar sipping a glass of water. "That's quite a plan you have there."

"So you'll do it."

"Seems to me that the best solution is for you to do it, Mark."

Nancy nodded her agreement. "I said the same thing, Sharon."

"Mom, I can't do that anymore. She's been having me do that all week, she took all the clothes I brought with me."

Mark's Mom pursed her lips. "Well, I suppose being tied up in my old wedding gown for an hour or two won't kill me but you owe me son."

"I can handle owing you Mom. I doubt you will bury me up to my neck in the back yard for an entire afternoon."

Sharon cocked her head to one side and shrugged her shoulders. "I doubt anything that extreme."

"Think of the look on Teresa's face when she finds out the truth." Mark smiled

"That is the only reason I'm considering this." Sharon stood up and looked at Nancy. "Do you think we can pull this off, it's not like Mark has cleavage and when she see's mine in the dress she will be suspicious."

"Well..." Mark hesitated.

Sharon looked at her son. "Well what?"

"She might not be surprised to see cleavage."

"Really? Why not?"

Nancy smiled and stepped closer. "Yes, do tell."

"She put these rubber things on me yesterday. So she might just think that you made me wear them again." Mark finally admitted.

"Where are they now?" Sharon asked.

"In Nancy's bathroom."

Nancy sprinted upstairs and returned later holding the hemispherical pieces of flesh-toned rubber in her hands. "I did not even know we had these. Where did Mom get them?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know I was tied to a bench outside when she went to get them."

Sharon nodded after giving her son a quizzical look. "Well let's give this a go, I'll go get my dress and you two get the place set up. We have three hours. I wonder if it still fits." Sharon said as she slid her hands over her hips.

"You could not possibly have been thinner back then." Nancy said.

Sharon gave Nancy a quick hug. "You are my favorite young lady."

Mark's Mom left to fetch the dress while Mark arranged the furniture in the living room so that the coffee table would be prominently displayed in the center. It would be impossible to miss for anyone entering the room. Nancy and his Mom returned minutes later and stepped into Teresa's bedroom to get ready. Mark grabbed the bag of long ribbons and selected the white ones to match the dress. He also found a piece of clean cloth to use as a gag. The plastic flowers used for decoration in various places around the house would work for a bouquet.

A few minutes later Nancy returned. "We'll be in Mom's room getting ready, is everything set up here?"

After half of an hour of boredom, Mark reached for the remote control to watch a little television when the bedroom door opened and his Mom and Nancy walked out. Mark was stunned. His Mom looked beautiful in her wedding gown. The dress was a strapless looking gown with a sheer material covering her shoulders down to her wrists. Bright white satin with subtle embroidery comprised the bodice and continued down the close-fitted skirts. She had to take smaller steps due to the short split in the back of the gown and only the toes of her white heels were visible with each step.

"How did you dance in this thing?" Nancy asked while she trailed Sharon carrying the train of the dress.

"Slowly," Sharon smiled. "So where do you want me."

Mark was staring at his Mom. He had trouble getting past how different she looked, how radiant. "Um, what was that?"

Sharon smiled. "I'll take that as a complement." She ran her hands over the gown and under her bottom. "It is a bit tighter than when I first wore it."

"Jeez Mom, stop that. You're my Mom."

Sharon laughed and held cupped each of her breasts with her hands. "I just want to see you blush."

Mark turned away instantly.

"You're mean." Nancy laughed.

"I'm the one getting tied up here, I get to have a little fun."

Mark indicated the coffee table which had been placed in the center of the living room facing toward the door. Sharon knelt down on a pillow provide for her knees and adjusted her skirt. Mark handed her the plastic flower bouquet and then reached for the silk bonds. "You ready?"

"How long do I have to be here?" Sharon asked while Mark wrapped her wrists together in front of her."

"Mom should be home in an hour." Nancy answered.

Mark tied her wrists across the top of the coffee table so that the bouquet was held upward and in the center of the table. Another length of white silk forced her elbows together which was then tied to her waist. She could no longer move her arms at all.

Nancy was also busy binding her ankles together. "Ok, just a couple of more things before we let down the veil." Nancy picked up the piece of cloth.

"Is that really necessary." Sharon complained.

"Sorry but I am afraid so." Nancy responded.

Sharon rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. Nancy poked the cloth inside and Mark carefully pulled a shorter silk rope between her lips several times and tied it off behind her neck. Nancy then carefully straightened her hair before lowering the layered veil over her face. The veil was long enough to hang down to her fingertips and also folded over itself in front of her face completely obscuring her features. "Just a second, she looks too awesome not to get a picture."

Sharon grunted her displeasure but was in no position to stop herself from being photographed. Nancy took several shots from several angles including a few with the veil pulled back to reveal her face.

"Alright Mark, I'll be down here to greet Mom when she arrives, you wait in the kitchen the minute you hear Mom say you are off the hook for the rest of the week just quietly sneak out the back door and head home. Here is the key."

"Sounds good."

"I'll leave soon after and meet you over there." Nancy said.

Mark walked back to the kitchen and slid the door open enough so that it would not make any noise when he slipped out. He then listened carefully at the entrance to the kitchen.

"She just drove up Mark, be ready."

Mark checked over everything, he had nothing of his own since the beginning of the nightmare week so he was always prepared. If Teresa did not believe that it was him inside the dress, the whole thing is going to get messy. Mark caught himself, how odd it suddenly seemed that his own mother could be confused as him. "I need to get out of here."

The voices were muddled but obvious. Nancy spoke first. "May I present, the blushing bride."

Teresa said something that Mark could not understand but he heard Nancy very clearly. "So, since you laughed, Mark is free to go."

"Sure, as soon as I get a few pictures in that dress."

Mark did not hear anything else, he stepped out the back door ran to the back of the yard and vaulted over the fence. Five minutes later he was standing in the entrance to his room. Well, it used to be his room. "What the hell?"

His bed looked like his old bed frame but the bed spread was a mixture of floral hues and designs. The normally wood stained frame had been wrapped with satin ribbons to match the bed spread and tied into bows at the corners. His area rug had been replaced with floral colored one, and all the pictures on his walls were now of flowers and ballerinas. The faint smell of paint made Mark realize the walls had been painted as well, a soft lavender color.

"What did she do?" His television and game console were now hidden behind a white cabinet which was stenciled with floral designs, and his computer now sat atop a desk which used to be in his Mom's room. His chest of drawers had been replaced with one that had a large oval mirror with fake gilding around the perimeter. Mark stepped toward the closet and slowly opened the door, a feminine odor filled his nostrils and only soft fabrics and dresses filled his eyes. None of his clothes were any where to be seen.

Mark quickly closed the door and left the room. He took two steps down the hall to the spare bedroom and opened the door. A long sigh escaped his lips as he saw his old furniture and clothes laying haphazardly around the room. "This room is closer to the bathroom anyway." Mark took off Nancy's T-shirt and shorts and quickly slipped on a set of his own clothes. There were clothes laying on the bed which Mark quickly relocated to the closet and then proceeded to arrange the room to his liking.

Nancy stuck her head in and smiled. "Ah, you aren't going to stay in your old room? Your Mom and I worked really hard to decorate it."

"Funny joke, I guess the room is yours now. So did she know it was me when you left."

"She was snapping pictures with the veil down when I left. I'm sure she has figured it out by now." Nancy said. "She's going to be mad when she realizes the trick."

Mark nodded, "She deserves it."

Nancy bit on her bottom lip. "I wouldn't want to be your Mom though."

"We can check on her if she doesn't show up at home tonight. Your Mom can't take us both."

Nancy nodded.

"I'm going to bed." Mark walked toward the room and took off his shirt.

Nancy did not leave. When Mark threw back the bed spread he realized why. Nancy's chuckling confirmed it. There was a set of white satin sheets underneath the neutral colored bed spread. "We thought you would might come in here so we swapped the sheets in the entire house."

Mark smiled and climbed into bed with a smile. "Thanks, they are starting to grow on me."

"Would you like a silk nightgown too, that makes it even better."

"Just turn off the light Nancy."

Nancy laughed and left the room.

* * *

A few hours later after a good nap Mark woke up to his Mom's face peaking in the door. She was wearing a bath robe and he hair was caught up in a towel. "You don't like what we did to your old room?"

"Not my taste really, but I guess Nancy will have a place to sleep if her Mom gets mad."

"I did enjoy having a daughter around. It was a nice change of pace."

"I'm glad you had fun. College is coming soon maybe you can rent out the space."

His Mom laughed. "Oh no, I doubt every girl is as thoughtful as Nancy, or as clean. She also helped a lot with the decorating."

"So did Teresa go easy on you when she found out?" Mark asked. "Trying to change the subject from his lost bedroom."

"She was disappointed at first. Well, more like stark raving mad, but she calmed down and we discussed things over a coffee."

"Discussed things? You mean me?" Mark asked.

"You and Nancy." Mom entered and sat down on the bed, the slippery sheets almost put her on the floor. She caught herself and moved to the center without commenting on the sheets. "We like the fact that you are together."

"I do love her." Mark said. "She makes me crazy."

"Love will do that."

"What else did you talk about? What about the pictures she took?"

"The pictures are in an album, she said contains the only copies in existence of the pictures."

Mark's eyes got big. "Who has the album?"

"Teresa gave it to me."

Mark was quiet for several minutes. "You wish I was a girl. Teresa took away all my clothes and dressed me in several girls outfits. Then she gives you the photos."

Mom smiled and shook her head. "I do not wish you were a girl. I have mentioned to Teresa on occasion that I envy her mother/daughter relationship she has with Nancy. I think she devised this week partly to give me a chance to have that with Nancy."

"Why all that crap with me, you saw the photos?"

His mom nodded. "I saw them. Most of that is Teresa. She loves putting you in perilous situations and seeing how you react. The clothing just makes it that much more exciting. She loves knowing you are worried about getting caught."

"It turns her on?" Mark asked with a rapidly slackening jaw.

"Probably. But she would never admit that. She couches her behavior in ideas about testing your loyalty and concern for Nancy. At least that is what she tells herself."

Mark nodded.

"Ok then, how about a slice of honesty from you?" Sharon asked.

Mark looked up and gave his Mom a suspicious look.

"Did you enjoy anything about this week?"

"Sleeping in Nancy's room was nice. I could do without the injuries that always seem to happen with Teresa's schemes."

"So you like her sheets." Sharon smiled at her son.

"Not the sheets necessarily but her smell, her presence, that kind of thing."

"So why not sleep in your old room, it has all those things."

"Why do you think I don't want to sleep in there?" Mark asked turning the question around. Not really wanting to go down this path.

"Too feminine for a big strong guy like you." Sharon said in a slightly mocking tone. "Though I bet you'd like it if we tied you up in there."

Mark shook his head. "Being tied up is the opposite of comfortable. Why would I like that?"

"What if Nancy was the one tying you up."

"That's different."

"How so?" Sharon pressed.

"I like Nancy, besides that is private stuff between the two of us."

"Hardly," his Mom chuckled. "You need to face the facts that the women in your life think its fun for you to be helpless."

Mark's mouth hung open. "Teresa does, and she thinks Nancy does though it has yet to be proven. She had something in mind last night but I think our little trick with you may have ruined it. But you Mom, you enjoy it too."

"I don't know what it is, exactly, but having you all tied up makes me feel..." Mark's Mom's eyes took on an odd twinkle as she searched for the correct words.

Mark's mind raced quickly, how could he get out of this.

"...powerful." Sharon finished. "That album Teresa gave me makes me a bit envious. She is very creative. Maybe next time you get in trouble..."

"Mom! What's wrong with you? I'm you son, not your toy."

Sharon blushed. "It is true that we screwed up Teresa's plans. She thought that Nancy would choose to tie you up. That would prove that she liked it. You'll find out eventually though, if she likes it she will do it."

"If I let her."

His Mom laughed. "If she is like her Mom, she won't like it unless you resist a bit."

Mark shook his head. "Are we done. I really don't like talking about this."

"Ok, but if you love Nancy as much as it seems you do. You might want to get used to it."
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Re: Mark and Nancy Stories: Mom Swap conclusion

Postby hafnermg » Wed Mar 05, 2014 1:19 am

YES!!! ITS HERE!!!! *dances around like mad* ok with that out of my system its nice to see that Mark's mom knows exactly whats going on with from Teresa's craziness to the way Mark feels. We also finally see the truth behind Teresa as well and what I think is the key difference between Mark's Mom and Teresa. Teresa's problem lies in the fact that once she gets really turned on she loses her self control and goes into what appears to be some sort of mistress mode. Which would also explain why she gets mad the way she does meaning that mistresses and masters tend to get pissed when their sub does something they think is wrong. This leads Teresa to crossing that line which I think is the key difference between her and Mark's Mom is that Mark's Mom like to see him (and probably Nancy and Teresa too) tied up in those situations but knows there is a limit to how far she can go where as Teresa when she gets really turned on (and I think she gets turned on a bit more then Mark's Mom as Mark isn't her son and this could also be why Mark's Mom doesn't lose her self because he is her son) loses her self in her fantasy (and let's face it we all can lose our selves in our fantasy if it's coming true) and doesn't notice she is way over the line. Now on the positive side for Teresa in the couple scenes when she actually hurts Mark the moment she finds out he is hurt she snaps completely out of it and only cares about making sure he is ok, and she does acknowledge that she does go to far and apologizes for it when she calms down and leaves mistress mode.

I admire your courage volitiledesire for actually finishing a story you left for 3 years. I have seen many authors across different story sites and different types of fiction where an author ends up not updating for a while and just never does again because the longer they put it off the harder it is to continue because the fear of negative reactions to taking so long builds up. So I admire your courage because you are one of a handful I have seen who actually finishes after this long.

Thanks for writing all the other parts and this conclusion volitiledesire it is a really great story and I really hope to see more from you in the future!

Re: Mark and Nancy Stories: Mom Swap conclusion

Postby NoOne » Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:39 am

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Mark and Nancy: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 1) March 5, 2014

Postby volatiledesire » Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:18 am

Thank you for reading and comments. The next installment begins...

"I just don't know what to do." Mark said with his head resting on his hands. He sat at the table nursing a glass of iced tea while his Mom was putting dishes into the cupboards.

"Buy her jewelry, girls love that." His Mom suggested.

"Not special enough, not unique enough." Mark said. "I have only got a week to go."

"I think if Nancy knew how much you were fretting over her birthday she would be really pleased."

"Yeah, that's what I'll give her, my fretting. How do I wrap that up?" Mark said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"If you are going to give me cheek than figure it out for yourself."

"I'm sorry." Marks sighed heavily. "It's just I've been thinking about this for a month and come up with nothing."

"Have you asked her Mom yet?"

"Teresa." Mark said sounding surprised. "Why would I ask her? She has been telling Nancy in the last few months that we should take it slower. She even suggested that Nancy should date other guys."

Mom smiled. "Clever." She mumbled.

Mark with his youthful hearing still caught the comment. "Clever? Why is that clever?"

"When I was Nancy's age, I would go out with any boy, no matter how horrible, if my mother disapproved of him."

"So you are saying she wants Nancy to like me so she is trying to push us apart."

"Teresa is very smart." Mom smiled. "You should ask her about your gift problem."

"I am just about that desperate."

* * *

Mark rang the door bell on Nancy's house, he knew Nancy would not be home from school for at least an hour today. Teresa opened the door. "Hello Mark, come in please." Teresa was wearing a green jumper (her favorite color) and a pair of knit leggings. She was barefoot and had her reading glasses nestled into her red hair which hung loose over one shoulder. She plopped down on the couch. "What can I do for you?" She pointed to the chair next to hers.

"I wanted to ask your opinion. I am having trouble deciding what to get for Nancy's birthday."

"Oh I love surprises, what have you got?"

Mark took a breath. "I want it to be something unique, not a typical gift."

"Good, good. That's a start." Teresa smiled resting her elbows on her knees perched on the edge of her seat.

"My first idea was for us to sneak on to Cramer Farms and eat apples and watch the sunset."

Teresa nodded. "Romantic, illegal, but she will like that. What else?"

"There is a show happening downtown on her birthday, it is some Shakespeare thing. I was thinking about taking her to that."

Teresa held out her hand and rocked it back and forth. "Meh, not exactly unique. What else?"

Mark shrugged. "Sadly, that's it."

Teresa leaned back on the couch and placed her fingers on her lips. "Let's think, you want unique." Teresa's eyes lit up an she leaned forward suddenly. "How about this? Your Mom and I tie you up at your house in Nancy's room. Then she gets to...."

"Hold on a second." Mark interrupted. "Do you always think tying me up is the answer?"

"It's unique." Teresa smiled.

"Not for us." Mark argued.

"Ok, what about giving her a set of coupons."

"Not unique." Mark frowned.

"That depends on what is on the coupons."

"What do you mean?"

Teresa stood up and started pacing in front of the couch. "This can be good. We can answer some questions that still need answering."

"Question? What questions?" Mark said getting more nervous by Teresa's excitement. The fiery red head always made him nervous when she became excited.

"What we talked about months ago, if Nancy will like you when you are powerless?"

Mark stared at Teresa blank faced. The memory of the conversation between them filled his cheeks with blood and he looked away. "I don't want to know the answers to those questions."

"Why?" Teresa asked.

"I..."

"Let me guess." Teresa interrupted. "You would hate for her to actually enjoy having you all bundled up and looking cute."

Mark's face continued to surge from pink toward red. "I...don't...maybe..."

"You need to find out." Teresa talked over his nervous muttering. "You need to know the truth." Teresa sat back on the couch. "Here is what I propose, we make several coupons, you can put those other ideas of yours on them, but we add a couple of others."

"Hold on a second, you sound like this is the idea I am going to use."

"It is the best one. And based on which of the coupons she uses you will have answers to your other vexing problems, whether you like the answers or not is up to you."

Like a redheaded force of nature Teresa quickly made a list of coupon ideas on a pad of paper and handed it to Mark. "Here you go, use these."

Mark looked them over. "I am not going to use some of these."

Teresa shrugged. "That's up to you but you'll regret it."

Mark shook his head. "Let's go shoe shopping." Mark read. "What's the point of that one?"

Teresa smiled. "You might like it."

"I might like it? This is for her." Mark responded.

"She will definitely like it." Teresa smiled and placed her hands on Mark's shoulders. "Trust me. Give her all the coupons."

Mark looked down at the list. "I can't do that one."

Teresa glanced at the list and smiled. "Sure you can, you are just afraid." Teresa grabbed a pencil. "Fine, I'll scratch that one out, just do all the rest. What's the worst that could happen?"

"She could show her friends the coupons."

Teresa laughed. "Wow would they be jealous."

Mark shook his head. "I'll do it, but if she dumps me, I'll never forgive you."

"Me neither, Mark, me neither." Teresa said smiling.

* * *

Armed with construction paper and markers, Mark proceeded to build the coupon book for Nancy. He hesitated for several minutes over some of Teresa's suggestions. His Mom's words floated through his mind, "Teresa is very smart." Mark decided to trust her, "And let it be on her head if she is wrong."

Mark walked over to Teresa's house the evening before Nancy's birthday. Teresa opened the door for him. "Hurry Mark, Nancy will be home in just a few minutes."

"I'm just going to lay it on her pillow."

"That's fine, go on up." Teresa smiled.

"What are you going to say when she talks to you about it?" Mark asked on his way back down the stairs.

"Ha! She won't talk to me, she talks to your Mom more than me."

"Really?" Mark said.

"Sure, that's natural. Moms and their teenage daughters have complicated relationships. Sharon tells me everything anyway." Teresa answered.

Mark slunk toward the backdoor just in case Nancy arrived soon.

"Why so nervous?"

"You know why?" Mark answered.

"Look Mark, your life will be easier if you just accept that you love the things you love and stop trying to become some masculine paper doll."

"Life would be easier if I was a normal masculine paper doll." Mark answered.

"My life would be less fun though," Teresa smirked. "I could tie you to Nancy's bed and tape the coupons to your chest. I would enjoy that."

Mark sprinted toward the back door with Teresa's laughter in pursuit.

"Admit it!" Teresa yelled. "You'd enjoy it too."

Mark caught her words as he leapt from the deck and moved into the woods behind the house. He knelt down by a tree and listened to the crickets for a few minutes. "Why does it bother me so much that I would enjoy that? Why do I want to walk back in there?"

* * *

The next morning Mark slept in. No school, overnight rain meant nothing much to do. Hunger finally drove him down to the kitchen where his Mom was sitting down at the table drinking coffee. She wore her workout clothes and had come from the gym. "Hey there, congratulations on your gift. Nancy was super excited."

"Huh? Nancy was here." Mark asked looking around.

"Yup, she just left."

"She told you about the coupons then."

"Oh yeah, she showed them to me." Mom's eyes twinkled.

Mark let out a sigh. "So she isn't mad or uncomfortable or anything."

His Mom laughed. "Nope but you have quite the obligation now. You committed yourself quite a bit."

"Not really, I just have to be available."

His Mom cocked her head. "You did write those coupons yourself didn't you?"

A sudden realization entered Mark's mind. He had left them unattended at Teresa's house for several minutes possibly longer depending on when Nancy arrived home. "Hold on a second did she show you all of them?"

"Yes."

"How many were there?"

His Mom thought for a second and counted on her fingers. "I'd say about ten, maybe more."

Mark slapped his hand against his forehead. "How could I have been so stupid."

"Oh no." Sharon said. "How many did you write?"

"Six. Teresa must have added some last night when I dropped them off."

Mom laughed. "Clever. You are stuck now. Nancy has already asked if she could move into her bedroom for a few days. I can guess which coupons you didn't write and she was definitely looking forward to a few of them."

"What were they?"

"I think I better let you be surprised."

Mark just shook his head. He was already out on a limb with the coupons he wrote, Teresa had now pushed him right off the cliff. "I wish I could see the bottom."

Re: Mark and Nancy: Nancy's Birthday (update March 5, 2014)

Postby hafnermg » Wed Mar 05, 2014 1:56 pm

and Teresa strikes! I think Teresa is right though Mark does need to find out. Leaving something like that as an "I don't know" can really hurt a relationship. I'm not saying its easy to find the answer especially when you are that age, but its an answer you really have to find in order for a relationship to be successful. I can't wait to find out whats on the coupons and see just what Mark has gotten himself into!

M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 2 update March 6, 2014)

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:17 am

This ones a bit longer. But Mark get's tied up. :)

The phone rang and Mark's Mom grabbed the receiver, Mark was on the couch trying to come to terms with his mistake with the coupons. "It's for you Mark. It's Nancy."

"Hey Mark, thanks for the awesome gift. I was hoping to use the coupons right away."

Mark's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Ok."

"I am celebrating with my gymnastics team this afternoon, but that is over at 6:00. Maybe we could go to the play downtown and end up at Cramer's farm."

"We'll miss the sunset."

"Sneaking into the orchard is most of the fun anyway." Nancy laughed.

"Ok, can your Mom take us." Mark asked.

"I thought we could walk, it's only a couple miles downtown. I hope we don't have to be dressed up."

"No, the local community college is doing it, so casual clothes are good."

"Ok, come over at 6:30, I should be back home by then."

"See you then." Mark hung up the phone.

Mom smiled at him with raised eyebrows.

"She's getting the easy ones out of the way I guess. We are going to the play and then a walk through Cramer's orchard."

Mom nodded. "Don't steal the apples."

"I don't think they are ripe yet anyway."

* * *

It was 5:30, an hour before Nancy said she would be home. Mark rang the doorbell to her house but no one answered. He ran around back and peaked over the fence to see Teresa getting out of the pool and sitting down in one of the lounge chairs. Mark climbed up and stuck his head over the fence. "Hey Teresa, can I come over."

"Sure but Nancy isn't here yet."

"That's ok," Mark said as he vaulted over the fence and walked up onto the pool deck and sat down next to Teresa. She was wearing the same pink pretzel suit he had worn all those months ago before he swore off making wagers with her.

Teresa grabbed a towel and draped it over her lap. "Recognize the suit." Teresa laughed.

Mark's cheeks flushed but he smiled anyway. "Yeah, not very comfortable."

"It's ok, wasn't exactly made for you." Teresa shrugged. "What's on your mind?"

"I think you know." Mark answered.

Teresa paused for a moment and looked at him. "How did you find out?"

"Nancy shared them all with Mom and she mentioned to me there were more than six coupons."

Teresa shrugged. "Oh well it was worth a shot, you can tell her tonight that I put in the extras."

Mark shook his head. "Oh no, Mom said Nancy was really excited. Looks like I'm stuck doing them. Only problem is, I don't know what 'I' wrote."

"Sharon wouldn't tell you?" Teresa stifled a giggle.

"Nope."

"I am glad you wrote them with such thick markers, I would never have been able to match your writing otherwise." Teresa laughed. "Look just tell her tonight that I wrote some of them."

Mark growled. "And what if she is super disappointed. Than I will really look like an ass. I just want to know what to expect."

"I am not going to tell you."

"You have to. She will figure it out the first time I am shocked by what she is asking me to do."

Teresa nodded and her brow wrinkled in thought. "Let me see. Get a hole punch and every time she redeems a coupon say you have to punch a hole in it to show it has been used."

"Why would I need to do that?" Mark asked.

"For her scrapbook, she will remember she did them. That will give you a chance to read the coupon before hand so you won't be surprised. None of the coupons I wrote were longer than a few words."

"She is still going to figure out that I did not write some of them."

"Wanna bet." Teresa smiled.

Mark glanced down at the pink swimsuit she was wearing and sighed. "No, not against you."

Teresa laughed. "There is a margarita in the refrigerator. Can you bring it to me?"

"Sure."

Mark brought her the drink and then ducked back inside to wait for Nancy. He had a bit of time so he wandered upstairs and poked his head inside Nancy's room. He did not want to admit it, but he hoped he could find the coupons inside. The room was neat, the bed was made. Mark ran his hand over the satin pillow case. The coupons were nowhere in sight and he was not going to rummage around in her drawers. He laid down on the bed and enjoyed the cool softness of the pillow against his neck. He quickly drifted off.

"Mark, wake up."

Consciousness filtered slowly through his mind. "Huh?"

Nancy stood over him with a smile on her face. "Oh sorry, I must have dozed off."

"On my bed?" Nancy smiled.

"I remember it being being pretty comfortable." Mark allowed his gaze to wander over his girlfriend's dancer body. She wore dark red tights with a green sweatshirt which allowed the green leotard to be visible around the neckline.

Nancy smiled and knelt down beside him and leaned close to his ear. "I need to change for the play tonight. You can either leave, or I will blindfold you. Which do you prefer?"

Any vestiges of sleep vanished and Mark's blood pounded in his ears. He could not form any response. Nancy opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a pink silk sleeping mask. "I guess I will decide for you. You like pink don't you?"

Nancy tugged the silk over his eyes and then closed and locked the door. "Now I can't have you stealing a glance." Nancy straddled Mark's body. She raised his hands above his head and wrapped a scarf around them. She used a second scarf to cinch the first between his wrists and tied them to the head board keeping the knot out of reach. "There we go, now you can't peek." She raised his shirt and ran her cool fingers along his stomach.

Mark shuddered at her touch. The sounds of clothing being removed were making Mark very excited, his breathing was becoming labored.

"I'm naked Mark." Nancy giggled. "Here is my leotard."

Mark felt the stretchy material get pulled over his face. The unmistakable smell of Nancy filled his nostrils. "Maybe I should make you wear that tonight." Nancy laughed.

"No." Mark finally managed to whisper. "Someone might see."

"Oh, you're no fun." Nancy pouted. "Actually, I take that back. Those coupons of your's prove just how much fun you can be."

There was more rustling of clothes and then Nancy pulled back the leotard and the blindfold with it. "What do you think?"

Nancy was standing in green dress with short capped sleeves. The skirt flared out until it reached her knees. It was simple yet beautiful. "Wow!"

"Thanks, we better go. Don't want to be late." Nancy said as she released his arms from the bed.

The night was pleasantly warm. Mark and Nancy walked the streets side by side. Nancy chatting about her party with her teammates. "What do your friends at gymnastics think of me?"

Nancy looked at him puzzled. "I never asked. They know about you of course. Do you mean because you're younger?"

Mark shrugged. "That, and I'm not super athletic or anything."

"You can out run me. You should go out for cross country or track and field. Anyway, I don't care about that stuff."

"So they basically don't know anything about me?"

"They know you put yourself in the hospital because of me, they just don't know the true details."

Mark nodded. "So they don't try and get you to dump me?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, Mom is bad enough."

Mark thought for a second. "If your Mom wanted you to date me. Would you still want to?"

"Are you implying that the reason I am with you is because Mom doesn't like it?" Nancy said her anger rising a bit.

Mark went for the honest approach. "I was talking to Mom, she thinks Teresa is faking it. She likes me, but wants you to think she doesn't so you will stay with me just to annoy her. Problem is I don't want that to be the reason you are with me."

Nancy stopped and laughed. "My Mom is such a nerd. She way over thinks things." She stopped walking and looked directly at Mark. "I am with you because I have fallen for you."

"Can I hold your hand then?"

"I thought you would never ask." Mark entwined his fingers with hers as they walked through the neighborhood streets. "That is interesting though." Nancy said after a few strides.

"What's that?"

"That my Mom is faking it."

"Both our Mom's want us together. I want that too." Mark said. "I get nervous though."

"Nervous?" Nancy said.

"Yeah, our Mom's had kids really young with their high school sweethearts. Look where they are now."

Nancy was quiet for several minutes. "You don't have to leave me."

"Do you know why your Dad left?"

"My Mom said he just didn't want to be married anymore. Raising kids is hard. My brother took it way worse, that is why he doesn't come home."

"Sounds exactly like what Mom says about my Dad." Mark said.

"Our Dads were friends you know."

"I heard that." Mark answered. "I wonder if they still are."

They reached the theater and found their seats. "Do you think our Mom's are telling us everything about why they split up?" Mark asked.

"Not a chance. For instance, I have never heard my Mom ever say a single thing bad about my Dad."

Mark thought for a second. "Yeah my Mom never does either."

"Why do you think that is?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know." Mark responded.

The curtain rose on the play and the lights began to dim. Nancy leaned over and whispered into Mark's ear. "Maybe it's because our Dads were asked to leave."

The play was funny and well acted but Mark was thinking about other things. As they left Mark's questions bubbled to the surface. "Even if Dad was asked to leave it doesn't excuse him much. I haven't seen him for four years."

Nancy nodded. "Me too, I got a card for my birthday. It had a hundred dollars in it."

"Perhaps they deserved it." Mark said.

"Why does Mom never say anything bad then?"

"You should ask her sometime. I imagine she doesn't want to taint our opinions. And there was probably plenty of blame to go around." Mark said.

"Look who's all mature." Nancy laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Here is the turn to Cramer's Farm. Let's forget all this depressing stuff and try and have fun." Nancy sprinted down the lane away from Mark. Mark ran to catch up.

They spent the next hour winding through the neat rows of apple trees and watching the stars. All the worry fell from Mark's shoulders and he felt more than lucky to have Nancy no matter what the future held. It was well past 10:00 when they finally turned toward home. "Why don't you come to my house?" Mark asked. "Last time I check you have plenty of clothes in my old room."

"Your old room?" Nancy raised her eyebrows.

Mark laughed. "I mean your room."

"Sure let's go. I was kind of planning on that anyway." She winked at him.

They walked the few yards to Mark's house and went inside. Both their Mom's were sitting on the couch watching television. Mark was still clutching Nancy's hand as they entered. "Hey you two." Sharon said. "How was the play?"

"Good." Nancy said. "What are you guys doing?"

"Just watching a movie. Want to join?" Teresa said.

"Maybe in a minute." Mark said pulling Nancy after him.

They entered the kitchen but could not help but hear the delighted murmuring coming from the living room. "They were holding hands." Mark's Mom could be heard saying. Followed by Teresa shushing her loudly.

Nancy rolled her eyes. "They are such..."

"Parents?" Mark offered smiling.

"I guess."

"Do you have the coupons for tonight. I want to mark them so you remember that we did them. You know for your scrap book."

Nancy looked askance at him. "Ok, it's not likely I'll forget."

"Your choice, but I have this nifty hole punch." Mark held up the punch.

"Fine by me." Nancy dug in her purse and flipped through the coupons smiling as she did so. "Here they are."

Mark punched a hole near the corner and handed them back. "So what's next."

"You mean which coupon am I going to use?"

"Yeah, unless we are done for tonight."

Nancy laughed and flipped through the coupons. "Nope I think I'll stay here tonight in my bedroom and redeem this one. I really thought this one was creative." She handed Mark the coupon.

I will be your pillow for a night.


Mark swallowed and tried to wipe the surprise from his face and punched the corner of the coupon. "I will be interested to see how you interpret that one." He successfully kept his voice level despite his surprise.

"Let's find out shall we." Nancy leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"Whoa there. Do you two need some privacy." Teresa said as she entered the kitchen carrying two empty wine glasses.

"Nope, we were just discussing my next coupon. I assume Sharon let you know about Mark's gift to me."

Teresa smiled and nodded.

"I would like to stay here tonight if that's ok?" Nancy asked.

Teresa shrugged. "Fine with me if it is ok with Sharon, but remember our talk."

"Oh Mom." Nancy rolled her eyes. "I already cleared it this morning with Sharon but I didn't tell her when. Let me go check." Nancy left the kitchen.

Teresa smiled at Mark and winked.

Mark shook his head but didn't say anything. Nancy bounded into the kitchen. "Come on Mark." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs.

Mark stood nervously in the corner of the bedroom. "What was that little talk your Mom mentioned?"

Nancy went into the closet and threw a set of sheets on the bed. "She just wanted me not get so excited I would do something I regret."

"You mean sex?" Mark said.

Nancy nodded. "I figure there are so many fun things we can do short of that we will busy for years."

Mark's cheeks blossomed red.

"Ok, you are going to be my pillow tonight. And I am very particular about my pillows. So first of all go into the bathroom take off your clothes, and wrap this sheet around you." Nancy pointed to the door and placed a hand on her hip. "Get going."

Mark took the sheet which was made of white satin and walked across the hall. After removing his shirt and shorts Mark pondered for several moments whether he should also remove his underwear. Thinking it best not to be in a bed nude with his girlfriend while his Mom was in the house he decided to leave them on. He shook out the sheet and wrapped the slippery material around his waist a couple of times and darted across the hall. "As you requested, my lady."

Nancy smiled and walked toward him placing a hand on his leg. "I can feel your underwear though the sheet. I did not say you could leave your underwear on."

"I thought..."

"You are my pillow. You don't get to think tonight." Nancy interrupted by placing her finger across his lips, "but I understand you want to keep your modesty." Nancy moved to one of the chests of drawers and opened it up. She pulled out a silver colored unitard. "This will match the sheets close enough. Go put this on."

"But..."

"Tut, tut, my pillow. No talking."

Mark grabbed the stretchy fabric and moved toward the door. He looked over his shoulder at Nancy who waved him on. Nancy grabbed the sheet wrapped around his body and tugged causing Mark to spin around. He was left standing wearing only his boxer shorts. "You don't need the sheet this time."

Mark went over to the bathroom, his face was hot with embarrassment as he slipped into the stretchy garment. After pushing his hands into the long sleeves and tugging it up his chest he tried to work the clasp behind his neck but could not manage it. He slid his hands down his body to pull out the wrinkles. It felt good. He did not want it to feel so good. He stuck his head out into the hallway and then dashed across into Nancy's bedroom. "I couldn't..."

"Hey no talking, Pillow. This is your last warning."

Mark pointed behind his neck and Nancy moved behind him to fix the closure. She then slid her hands slowly down his back and then around his waist and over his stomach ending with a soft hug. Mark's knees began to shake the sensations were so strong. The tight fabric amplified her soft and sensuous touch.

"Do you need to sit down?" Nancy smiled, stepping back. "Wait till you feel this." Nancy picked up the satin sheet from the floor and wrapped it over his shoulders. "Keep your arms at your sides." Nancy tucked the sheet into itself and began to wrap it securely around his body so it covered him from neck to ankles.

Mark was breathing hard and squeezing his eyes shut. The cool material of the sheet sliding over his spandex covered body was an intense experience. He suddenly felt Nancy's hand on his chest. "Careful there, don't fall over on me."

Mark opened his eyes and regained his balance. Nancy wrapped the full length of the sheet around him and then picked up several lengths of white satin ribbons. She used the ribbon to tie the sheets in place, knotting them vertically along the horizontal wraps to prevent them from slipping up and down his body. "One last thing and we'll be ready. I almost hate to do this." She picked up a matching pillow case that was quite large, at least five feet in length. Using scissors she cut a hole in the closed end. She then slipped the pillowcase over his body and forced his head through the cut opening. The pillowcase covered his whole body hiding the lumpy effect created by the silken ribbons. "There. Perfect." Nancy then threw back the sheets on the bed and pointed. "Get in, Pillow."

Mark hopped a couple of steps and allowed himself to fall onto the bed. Nancy pushed his body around so that he was oriented with his feet toward the foot of the bed. "You'll make the perfect body pillow. I can wrap my legs around you and snuggle up. I need to go back to my house and get some of my toiletries. Don't go anywhere."

Mark opened his mouth to protest but Nancy had already dashed out of the room.

* * *

Teresa and Sharon watched the credits roll on the movie. "I love that one."

"Yeah me too." Sharon responded.

"What do you think they are doing up there?" Teresa asked looking toward the ceiling.

"Do we want to know?"

"Kind of." Teresa smiled.

"Need to live vicariously?" Sharon raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"That's all I have left."

"Not all you have." Sharon nudged Teresa's leg with her foot.

Teresa smiled. "That reminds me. Your wedding dress is back from the dry cleaners. Do you want me to store if for you?"

"Sure if you would. You have a bit more space than I do. So have you told Nancy anything about what happened with her Dad?"

"I do when she asks but she hasn't asked much, she was so young."

"They must be curious though..." Sharon cut off as foot steps were heard on the stairs. Nancy came bounding down heading for the door.

"Where are you off to?" Teresa asked.

"Forgot my night time stuff at home. I'll be back in a few minutes." Nancy shut the front door behind her.

Teresa looked up the stairs. "I wonder what Mark is doing?" She stood to peek up the staircase.

"Teresa, don't." Sharon laughed.

"I'm going to go look, stay down here if you want to."

Teresa dashed upstairs and Sharon paused a brief second before running after her. Teresa was standing by the door with her hand over her mouth when Sharon reached her. Sharon looked past her friend to see her son with a horrified expression on his face. He was in a shiny white cocoon in the middle of the bed. Teresa stepped into the room. "Hey Mark, you look comfy."

Mark made no response but was visibly shaking. Sharon entered and sat down on the opposite side of the bed from Teresa. "Can't get out?"

Mark shook his head.

Teresa stroked his shoulder and moved her hand down his body. "Naked under all that silkiness?" She reached his feet and pulled back the sheet. She laughed and pointed out the unitard to Sharon. "Guess not."

"Let's go Teresa. You're embarrassing him." Sharon said.

"I know, he's so cute." Teresa leaned down and gave him a full body hug.

Sharon grabbed Teresa's arm. "Come on, we'd better go. Have fun Mark."

Sharon pulled Teresa out into the hall and shut the door. "You are going to give him a heart attack."

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. God he looked scrumptious."

Sharon shook her head. "You are something else." She pulled Teresa into her bedroom.

"Oh come on. Admit it. He looked awesome all helpless in there."

"He's my son, Teresa. However, I would definitely like to have somebody tied up on my bed wrapped from head to toe in silk." Sharon smiled toward Teresa while locking the door.

* * *

Nancy scrambled through her drawers wondering if it was a good idea to leave Mark alone at the house but figured Sharon would at least respect their privacy. She still hurried back as fast as she could. When she saw the living room was empty she became concerned but everything seemed fine as Mark was exactly where she left him. "No luck getting free?" Nancy smiled. "Have you tried?"

Mark shook his head.

"Give it a go. Just don't get too hot."

Mark wiggled back and forth and rolled over several times but the tight sheets prevented him from getting any leverage and the outer pillow case kept everything in place. He was breathing heavy before giving up. He only managed to move his arms from his sides to lying across his stomach.

"Too bad." Nancy shrugged. "I'm going to get ready for bed." She pulled her dress off her body to reveal matching green underwear. Mark's eyes bulged from his head. Nancy smiled. "Hey no peeking," and tossed the dress so it covered his face. For the second time that day he was enveloped by her heady scent.

"I am now wearing an emerald green nightie with spaghetti straps. It is so short that if I bend over you would get an eyeful. Do you want to see it?" Nancy said.

Mark nodded vigorously.

"Do pillows nod?"

Mark stopped moving.

Nancy pealed the green dress away from his face. Mark blinked twice and nearly cried in frustration he wanted to touch her so badly. The green nightie hugged her dancer body like a second skin. She looked so good. "Time for sleep." Nancy switched off the light and slipped into the bed. She snuggled up to Mark's silken form and placed her head on his shoulder. She slung one leg over his waist.

Mark desperately wanted to touch her but there was nothing he could do. He wanted to say how much he loved her but "Pillows don't talk," and he had no doubt that he would be sleeping with a gag if he tried. He laid awake for a long time alternating between feeling weird about the position he was in, and feeling so turned on he never wanted to leave. Eventually the softness of Nancy's breathing and the warmth of the cocoon lulled his fevered brain to sleep.

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 2, update March 6, 2014)

Postby linkedin » Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:44 am

Wooo! This is like a dream come true :D Cracking ideas with the coupons, the way you still keep this so fresh after all this time is brilliant, and knowing the characters so well just adds to enjoyment :)

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 2, update March 6, 2014)

Postby hafnermg » Thu Mar 06, 2014 11:36 pm

linkedin said it very well. I love this series! hmmm maybe Mark's mom will use Teresa's curiosity against her one day. That was a nice save by Mark too when they talked about why they are together.

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 2, update March 6, 2014)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:25 am

Welcome back, mate.
Amazing stories :)

M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 3, update March 9, 2014)

Postby volatiledesire » Sun Mar 09, 2014 6:34 am

First thanks for reading and commenting. Second thanks for ignoring the grammar mistakes, every time I read it I find one or two but you have to just post it eventually. I hope you enjoy Chapter 3.

Mark slept fitfully all night. If Nancy moved he woke up and getting back to sleep was difficult. When the sun rose and the light lulled him from sleep Nancy was nowhere to be seen. He was sweating inside his cocoon of silk but any attempt at escape was futile. He sat back and waited wishing there was a clock in the room.

"Good morning, Pillow." Nancy glided into the room. She was no longer wearing the nightie but instead a pair of shorts and a fitted T-shirt with a dancer leaping across the front. "I suppose it's time to get you out of there." Nancy helped him to his feet. "I slept like a baby. You?"

Mark shrugged, not sure if he was allowed to speak yet or not.

Nancy laughed and pulled the pillow case off his body. "Ok you can talk now."

"I am pretty sweaty inside this. I slept ok, but woke up a lot. I don't feel tired now though." Mark responded.

"I should think not it's 11:00."

"Holy cow I overslept."

"That's ok, your Mom and I had some good girl talk downstairs. I hope you haven't been awake long."

"No idea, there aren't any clocks in here."

Nancy looked around. "That's true." By this time Nancy was removing the last of the silk ribbons and started to unwind the sheet. The movement caused a blast of cold created by Mark's sweat covered body. "Wow you were sweaty in there. Don't smell too bad though."

"Good genes I guess." Mark said.

"Well go get a shower and then I'll show the coupon we are doing next."

Mark swallowed.

"Don't worry it's tame."

Mark darted across the hall in the unitard. Once inside he tried again to unfasten the clasp behind his neck but still could not figure out how to work it. He finally hurried back into the bedroom to get help but Nancy was gone. "Crap. Now what?"

Mark moved toward the door and yelled down the stairwell. "Nancy! Can you give me a hand please."

"Can I help?" Mark's Mom said from just down the hall. Mark turned quickly to see his Mom grinning from ear to ear standing near the door to her bedroom. "Don't you look adorable."

"Mom I..." Mark began.

"Don't be embarrassed let me help you with that." She stepped behind him and undid the catch and then slapped him on the rear. "Get along there now, cutie."

Mark's ears flamed as he quickly jumped in the bathroom and locked the door. He stripped off the unitard and showered taking his time to stretch out his stiff muscles while the warm water splashed off his back. Once finished he wrapped a towel around his waist and quickly dressed in some shorts and T-shirt from his own room.

There was a sandwich waiting on the table when he got downstairs. "Hey thanks."

Nancy and his Mom were on the couch. "Thank Nancy, she made it for you."

"Thanks Nancy." Mark picked up the plate and walked into the living room standing behind the girls on the couch. "What is the plan for today?"

Nancy dug in her purse and pulled out a coupon and handed it to Mark. "We'll start with this."

Mark set the plate down and wiped his hands on his shorts before grabbing the coupon. He read:

I will take you to any movie of your choice.


Mark smiled. This was one he wrote. He used the hole punch and handed it back to Nancy. "I hope we can wait a couple hours I have to mow a lawn down the street."

"That's cool, the movie starts at 4:00."

"Ok, see you soon."

Mark mowed the lawn as fast as he could and returned home to shower again. When he came down Nancy was waiting. "Your Mom will drop us off, if we walk we won't get there in time."

The movie was not exactly Mark's thing but he enjoyed having Nancy's hand lying on his leg the whole time. It was dark outside when they exited the theater. "Let's get a bite to eat."

They walked to a restaurant near the theater. "I told your Mom we would walk home." They quickly found a booth in the corner and picked up their menus. "So have you enjoyed my birthday gift as much as I have." Nancy smiled.

"I'll admit the movie wasn't my style." Mark responded.

Nancy leaned in closer. "What about last night?"

Mark blushed. "You looked great in your nightie."

Nancy playfully swatted his arm. "You ninny, that isn't what I meant."

The waiter interrupted their conversation and afterward the topics ranged to school and her work at the theater. After eating Nancy dug into her purse and held out another coupon. "Now this."

Mark took a deep breath and prepared himself. He need not have worried though since again it was a coupon he gave her himself.

I will go shoe shopping with you.


Mark shrugged. "Where do you want to go?"

"There is a small shop down the street and around the corner. I've never been there myself, thought we'd take a look."

"Ok, let's go." Mark stood up and left enough money on the table to cover the bill and tip.

The shoe store was a small shop called "Feminine Footwear." Mark had never noticed it before. They entered and a little bell above the door announced their presence. A young brunette sitting behind a counter at the back of the shop put down her book and smiled. "Welcome, come on in."

"Hi," Nancy said.

"My name is Kelli, can I help you find anything?"

"Not yet," Nancy smiled at the bubbly employee. "Just looking."

"Ok, its a small shop so most of the sizes are in the back. Just let me know if you want to try anything on."

Nancy moved over to the section of shoes that she called ballet flats. "These are what I usually wear."

Mark nodded and looked around the store. Kelly smiled at him and he noticed she was wearing a pair of leggings with an oversized shirt. It was a style he really liked. Conscious not to let his gaze meet hers for too long he noticed a pair of high heeled shoes that were a dark emerald green. "Here you go Nancy, your favorite color."

"Humph," Nancy scoffed. "Those are at least a four inch heel. If you like them so much you can try them on."

Kelli squeaked obviously having heard Nancy's comment. "Sorry, but that was funny."

Nancy smiled as Mark blushed.

"Oh how sweet his face almost matches your hair." Kelli said.

Nancy laughed again but as a consolation gave Mark a hug. "He is the cutest."

"You are a neat couple, you go to school in town?" Kelli asked.

"Yes, I will be a sophomore, she'll be a junior." Mark responded

Kelli nodded. "I go to the community college, this job helps pay the bills. I don't usually see guys come in with their girlfriends, you must really like her."

Mark smiled but Nancy responded. "Oh he is just redeeming my birthday gift."

"Awesome, you are buying her shoes. How thoughtful." Kelli clapped her hands.

"Not exactly," Nancy said looking at Mark who was silently hoping she would not mention the coupons for fear of how far it could go.

Kelli looked confused.

"You see Mark gave me a really awesome set of coupons for my birthday and one says he has to go shoe shopping with me."

Kelli's mouth dropped open. "Whoa! That is awesome. What are some of the others?"

"Nancy..." Mark said with a warning tone.

"Nancy, I love that name. Nancy and Mark." Kelli pointed at each of them in turn. She bounded out from behind the counter and sat down in a chair near them. "Oh don't leave me hanging here, what were some of the other coupons?"

Nancy shrugged. "Well, he went to a movie with me today."

"Uh huh, what else."

"Yesterday we went to a play at the college theater and then took a walk through an orchard." Nancy continued.

"Ah, how romantic, anything spicy." Kelli said placing her hands on her knees and scooting forward.

"Uh..." Nancy started.

Kelli sensed Nancy's hesitation and placed her hands over her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry. I'm being so nosy." Kelli stood up and stepped back. "I don't get a lot of customers this time of week and I've got a lot of conversation bottled up."

"No it's ok, Kelli. Here I will show you one we haven't done yet."

"Nancy!" Mark said with his mouth hanging open.

Kelli held up her hand. "Oh don't upset him, I don't want to cause an argument between you two."

"Nonsense, he knows he has it good. It is my gift after all. Take a look at this one." Nancy handed Kelli one of the coupons.

Nancy's scanned the piece of construction paper and her eyes grew large. She placed one handover her mouth to stifle a high pitched scream. "That is awesome! You are so lucky."

"I know, right." Nancy smiled in Mark's direction who stood staring outside the door at the street trying to pretend he could not hear.

"You two are like the most awesome couple I have ever met. I wish I had a boyfriend that would do that."

"Shh! Don't tell him which one you saw. Here check this one out."

Kelli's mouth fell open a she read the coupon. "Can I have him when you are done? This would be so much fun."

"Hey now, don't be getting any ideas." Nancy laughed.

Mark plopped down in one of the chairs as the two girls really began to hit it off. He was glad Nancy found a kindred spirit but they were talking like he was not even in the room. He wished now more than ever that he knew what all the coupons said.

"Oh crap," Kelli said. "I was supposed to close the place twenty minutes ago. Can you hang out for a bit while I lock up and count the register? I would love to talk some more."

"Sure, I am having fun too. It's almost like we have been friends for years." Nancy responded.

Kelli walked past Mark and winked at him as she locked the door and flipped the sign. "All locked in now. Your trapped in here with us."

Mark opened his mouth but any retort vanished from his mind when Nancy laughed. "Ha! He never imagined it would take this long when he wrote that coupon."

Mark shook his head. "Technically you haven't shopped for any shoes yet."

Kelli yelled from the back room, "Give me a second and we can rectify that."

Nancy strolled around the room and picked up several kinds of flats. She eventually picked up the green heels Mark had seen earlier. "Why do girls wear these things? Can you imagine?"

"I think they wear them because they want to get attention from men. Your Mom wears them occasionally."

"So does yours, remember the French Maid costume she had to wear to cover her Monopoly bet?" Nancy laughed.

Mark nodded and opened his mouth but Kelli had just entered from the back. "Monopoly? French Maid? Oh, do tell."

Mark felt his chest clench out of fear where this conversation might lead but he knew any protest from himself would only pique Kelli's curiosity further.

"Oh, we placed a bet on a Monopoly game about a year ago. Mark's Mom lost and had to clean my Mom's house in a French Maid's uniform. She looked really sexy. She wore heels all day."

Mark jumped in trying to change the subject. "See there, you said she looked sexy in the heels. That is why women wear them."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "I just can't imagine."

Mark let out a mental sigh of relief when Kelli continued away from the Monopoly game. "Would you like to try them on just to see?"

Nancy looked over at Mark who simply raised his eyebrows.

"Oh sure, just don't laugh if I fall on my posterior."

Kelli smiled. "Let me get your size," she looked down at her feet. "I'd say you are a size seven."

Nancy nodded. "Wow that's cool. What size is Mark?"

Kelli looked. "Size six in men's, size seven in women's."

Nancy nodded again. "Yup, we have the same size feet."

"Would you like me to bring a pair for you to try on too." Kelli smiled from the curtained entrance to to the back of the shop.

Nancy laughed.

"Nope, I'm good." Mark said but felt the heat in his face.

Kelli returned carrying a box. "I'm so sorry but we are out of the little nylon footies that you have to wear to try on shoes. She grabbed a package hanging behind the register. We can make do with these though." She ripped open the cellophane and handed some black strips to Nancy.

"Stockings?" Nancy said sliding the gauzy material through her fingers.

"Yeah, the owner is real picky about protecting the shoes, some people have nasty feet."

"How would she ever know, is she here?" Mark asked.

Kelli shook her head. "No but I just don't want to break the rules."

"It's no problem," Nancy said. She slipped off her sneakers and socks and rolled the black nylons up her leg. When they reached her thighs just below her shorts they had a wide lace band that gripped her leg. "Pretty sexy, eh Mark?" Nancy said holding her leg in the air."

Mark nodded not trusting his voice to respond appropriately.

Kelli grinned but said nothing.

Soon Nancy was sporting two black stockings which looked a little out of place with her khaki shorts and T-shirt. She set the shoes on the floor and slipped her toes into the heels using her finger to settle her feet into them. She then used the chair to slowly stand up. She was always a bit taller than Mark but now she towered over him. Nancy wobbled a bit as she let go of the chair.

"Walk around a bit." Kelli encouraged her.

"I don't know, I've never worn anything this tall before."

"Looks like you might want to get used to them. You have your boyfriend's full attention."

Mark closed his mouth when Nancy swung her head back to look at him.

"You like them huh?" Nancy asked. She turned around to get a better look at his face. The heels slipped into the space between the tiles and caught. The sudden stop of the heel caused her to take a little tumble and ended on her knees on the floor.

Mark snorted and ran to help her up.

"Think its funny huh?" Nancy said.

"No, it's just... they aren't really you." Mark stammered.

"For that you should make him try them on." Kelli said. Mark was beginning to think of her as a serious troublemaker.

"Yeah, let me snicker while you totter around in the heels."

"I'm sorry for laughing, I'll be quiet now."

Kelli leaned over Nancy's shoulder as she removed the shoes. She whispered something into her ear. Nancy smiled and nodded. Nancy left the nylons on her legs but quickly walked to the counter where the cash register was and selected one of the coupons from her purse. "I want to do this one now."

Mark looked at the coupon. "Ok, but not until we get home."

"The coupon doesn't say we have to do it at home."

Mark read the coupon again. It was one of his but he never imagined it would be done in public. He scanned it again looking for someway out.

You can tie me up and tease me for two hours.


"But Kelli..." Mark said his voice burgeoning on a whine.

"She won't tell anyone, and the shop is locked up. Right Kelli?"

"Absolutely, nobody would believe me anyway."

"In that case, I have to insist. Kelli do you have anything we can use?" Nancy asked.

The brunette college girl darted into the back room and soon returned holding some clear tape that was likely used for packages. "Will this work?"

"Yes, that will be fine." Nancy looked around the shop. It was a new shop in an old building the high ceiling was all beams and exposed ductwork and was painted black. Two central pillars dominated the show room. On each pillar was a large hook embedded into the ancient stone, flower pots were hooked there for decoration. "Do you think we could use that hook?" Nancy pointed to the pillar?"

Kelli pulled a chair over to the pillar and stood on it to remove the decoration. "There you go."

Nancy looked at Mark, "Ok laughing boy. Come here."

Mark stared at the floor but approached Nancy. "But two hours..." Mark sulked.

"I may decide to split up. Maybe and hour here and hour at home."

Kelli giggled in the background.

"Ok hands out front."

Mark held his hands out and Nancy wrapped the clear plastic tape around his wrists. She also wrapped each hand into a fist.

"Oh that's a good idea. No way from him to pick at the tape." Kelli said.

"Ok, Mark, put your back against the column."

"Oh wait a second." Kelli said. "She ran behind the counter and returned with a blanket. Those stone might be bit uncomfortable on your back. Lean against this." Kelli place the blanket between Mark's back and the pole.

"Oh how considerate of you," Nancy said. "Isn't that nice of her?"

Mark looked up and smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." Kelli grinned. She bounced with excitement.

Nancy then stood on a chair and pulled Mark's hands above his head and ran the tape around his wrists and then over the hook several times. A few solid tugs proved that he would not be escaping. More tape was ran behind the column over his wrists welding them to the stone. Nancy then used more across his chest and stomach ensuring he would be going nowhere until Nancy was ready for him to. "There we go. Now for his legs."

Kelli whispered into Nancy's ear again. "Yeah, your right let's wait on his legs."

Mark wondered why since he could still kick around if they started to tickle him. Nancy stepped close to him and lightly ran her fingers down his arms and tickled his under arms a little. She then slowly moved lower until her hands were inside the waistband of his shorts and tugging them down his legs.

"Hey, Nancy, what are you doing?" He hissed.

Kelli looked on smiling.

"Oh nothing, you still have your underwear on."

Mark was crimson and the tape squealed and cracked as he pulled and tugged at it in vain. Kelli moved behind the counter again and removed the cellophane from another package and handed the wispy contents to Nancy. She held them up in front of his face. "These tights feel really nice."

"Nancy, no." Mark whispered intently.

"Hey, I could have put you in these." Nancy pointed down at the stockings covering her legs. Nancy rolled the nylon into a ball. "Now be nice and lift a leg."

Mark hesitated.

"Oh come now, you don't have a choice here."

Mark sighed and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling while lifting one leg. The soft stretchy nylon slid over his leg. Nancy touched the other leg and soon she was pulling the tights up his thighs and snapping the waistband under his shirt. "Too bad you don't have any thong underwear. These shear to waist tights would look better without your boy pants bunched up underneath."

Kelli laughed.

"At least your shirt is long enough to cover that part. With that tape acting like a tight belt it almost looks like you have a skirt on. Way too short for someone your age mind you." Nancy giggled.

Mark could thought that he could never be more embarrassed with all the stuff he had done in the past, he was wrong. This was worse. "Are we done now?"

Nancy shook her head. "Oh no. The only reason we had you wear the tights was so you could try on the shoes."

Mark's eyes bulged at these words. "No, you wouldn't."

Nancy giggled. "That's the plan, laughing boy."

Mark tried to kick out but Nancy caught his leg. "Kelli, I'm going to need some help here."

"I thought you'd never ask." Kelli said and quickly pinned one leg to the post with her arms.

Nancy grabbed the heels she had worn earlier and slipped it onto his foot before forcing the leg down and taping the ankle to the column while Kelli raised his other leg up forcing him to stand in the high heeled shoe. "Ugh, that hurts."

"Relax, it will be better if you let us put the other shoe on." Kelli said while struggling with his leg.

Mark acquiesced and he was then standing in the green heels while Nancy wrapped more of the clear tape around the stone column and his ankles. She stood back when finished. "There not laughing now are you."

Mark squeezed his eyes shut.

"Huh, how 'bout that, those heels do make you look sexy." Nancy laughed.

"For sure." Kelli agreed. "Now what you do with him?"

"Oh, he's fun to tickle." Nancy said.

"Oh can I try?" Kelli asked.

"Sure, but stay above the belt. I know you college girls are real naughty." Nancy smiled.

Kelli giggled and held up her hand. "I will, I promise."

Mark did not watch be he felt fingers trace circles around his neck and armpits. He twitched and jerked but the situation was so humiliating he did not laugh. For the next several minutes hands moved up and down his body tickling and stroking him. Kelli, true to her word never touched him below his belt but Nancy sure did. He was sweating heavily and breathing hard when they finally stepped away.

"Wow, that is fun." Kelli said. "You should rent him out."

Nancy laughed but stopped suddenly when the sound of a door opening and closing came from the back room. Mark nearly vomited when another voice called out. "Kelli, you still here? I came to check the safe. I was in..." The curtain was pushed aside and a mature woman in her mid thirties stepped into the show room. She was wearing a knee length black skirt that shined like leather and a colorful blouse that showed off her curves. If she was a tad overweight her generous bosom made her seem thinner. She stopped and stared at Mark her mouth hanging open.

"Mrs. Little. I can explain."

Mrs. Little shook her head and blinked a couple of time. "I don't see how."

"The shop is closed and I was just having some fun with my new friends."

"Fun!" The older woman exclaimed. She stepped toward Mark. "What is going on?"

Mark was now purple, blood pounded in his ear and he felt he was about to pass out.

"Mrs. Little..." Kelli began but the woman held up her hand.

"Who did this to you?" Mrs. Little addressed Mark.

Mark was catching his breath and took several seconds before he could respond. "I gave my girlfriend these coupons for her birthday." Mark nodded toward Nancy.

Mrs. Little got a confused look on her face and looked at Nancy.

"One of them was take her shoes shopping."

"It's my fault..." Nancy tried to begin but Mrs. little stopped her.

"We came in here to fulfill the coupon." Mark continued. "Kelli and Nancy, really hit it off and Nancy showed her the rest of the coupons. One of them was to do this."

"You gave your girlfriend a gift that would let her tie you up and put heels and tights on you."

"Not exactly, the tights and heels were because I laughed at Nancy when she fell trying these on." Mark nodded toward his own feet.

"That's a pretty far fetched story, let me see these coupons."

"Oh God." Mark whispered which got a look from Mrs. Little. "Can someone let me go now please."

"Just a moment, sweetie, I just want to confirm your story."

Nancy handed the bundle of coupons to Mrs. Little with a contrite look on her face.

Mrs. Little thumbed through them and had to stifle a laugh when she read a few of them. "Wow, looks like your story checks out. Do your parents know about these?" Mrs. Little waved the coupons and handed them back to Nancy.

"Yes." Mark said.

"I'll have to call them about this."

"Yes, ma'am." Nancy said.

"You get him down." Mrs. Little pointed at Nancy. "Kelli this is a real mark against you."

Nancy stopped and turned towards Mrs. Little. "Oh please don't do anything to Kelli. I will make sure we shop here for all my shoes. I'll make sure and tell my classmates and gymnastics team to shop here too. Kelli really is the best saleslady ever."

Mrs. Little smiled at Nancy's begging. "Hmmm, I guess she has earned at least one loyal customer."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ok, Nancy, buy that hosiery you both are wearing and those shoes, " She pointed at Mark's feet, "and Kelli keeps her job. If your connections prove to be as good as you claim than Kelli can expect a raise."

"Thank you, thank you." Nancy said.

"Now get your boyfriend down, and give me your home phone numbers."

Nancy quickly cut Mark down from the pole and handed him his shorts. Mark kicked off the shoes but did not know what to do about the tights. He did not want to be so naked in front of Mrs. Little. "Just pull your shorts on over the top of them so we can leave." Nancy proceeded to recite both their phone numbers as Mrs. Little jotted them down.

Mark noticed that Nancy took the time to peel her stockings off but took her advice and left the tights on under his shorts and shoes. Kelli walked over and handed Nancy the box with the heels. "I'm so sorry." She was nearly in tears.

"It's ok."

"I'm going to pay for the shoes, stockings and tights, you two go on home, use the backdoor." Kelli said.

Mark and Nancy left as Mrs. Little was dialing the phone.

It was late and the streets were dark. Mark was a little self conscious but they took back streets and avoided streetlights on the way home. "I'm sorry Mark."

"Yeah, let's not do something like that again."

"Ok, but you did look cute in the heels though." Nancy said kissing him on the cheek.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Let's go through the storm drain canal and up through the woods."

"Right," Nancy nodded.

In another fifteen minutes they were jumping into Nancy's back yard and opening her back door. Both of their Mom's were sitting at the table with the biggest grins on their faces when they got inside.

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 3, update March 9, 2014)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:16 am

Sounds like more fun ahead :)

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 3, update March 9, 2014)

Postby vantran » Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:19 am

sexy story.

M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 4, update June 3, 2014)

Postby volatiledesire » Tue Jun 03, 2014 4:26 am

Start of chapter 4. Sorry about the cliff hanger ending, hope to get the next out quicker.

"So when is the shoe lady coming over?" Mark asked at breakfast the next morning.

"We are meeting her for lunch at Teresa's house. It's nothing big, but she was really worried we were going to be upset or something about what happened to you."

Mark sniffed. "Normal people probably would be upset."

Mark's Mom laughed. "You would let Nancy do anything she wanted."

Mark nodded not bothering to dispute or affirm such obvious truths.

"Nancy and Kelli seemed to have really hit it off. I hear she is going to meet her for lunch too."

"You are all going together?" Mark asked.

"No, just coincidence really."

The budding frienship between the two girls actually meant Mark saw less of Nancy. He still saw her but she was rarely alone. It was two days before she approached him with anything other than a brief kiss and a hug. Mark was pushing the lawnmower back into the garage when she popped around the corner. "I still haven't forgot about my coupons."

Mark smiled. "I didn't think you would. Kelli is a real fun girl, eh?"

Nancy smiled. "Yeah she is awesome. We are into a lot of the same things."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"No silly, not that stuff. Well at least not only that stuff. She was a dancer in highschool, she is a swimmer so we've been hanging out at my pool, but mostly she is lonely, I think." Nancy responded.

"That's good." Mark said turning back to the mower.

"Do you miss me?" Nancy said.

Mark was still learning about the female mind but he knew a verbal challenge for what it was. "Of course, I haven't spoke to you more than a few moments since you met Kelli. But I'm cool with it."

Nancy smiled and Mark sighed, he had said the right thing. "Good I was hoping to do another coupon tonight at my house."

Mark stopped and mentally prepped himself, he knew there was only one coupon left that he had written and at least four that he had not, the odds dictated this was going to be a surprise. "Ok, I am free for the rest of today."

"Kelli and I have been working on how to do this one." Nancy held out a coupon she retrieved from her purse.

"Kelli too, together?" Mark said obviously nervous.

"Yeah, we talked about it." Nancy held out the coupon.

Mark grabbed the coupon after wiping his dirty hands on a rag.

Decorate your room with me.


Mark read it once and then read it again slowly trying to digest what it meant. "Well, ok...I guess that should be interesting."

Nancy looked at him and narrowed her eyes a bit. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm looking forward to it." Mark turned away and began absentmindedly wiping down the lawnmower with the rag.

Nancy looked at him again and then walked away. "Be at the house as soon as you are done with your shower. I cleared it with your Mom."

"What did she say?"

"Who, Kelli?" Nancy stopped and turned around.

"No, my Mom."

"I didn't tell her which coupon, she just told us to be careful and stay out of the public view this time."

Mark shook his head and went inside the house to shower. His thoughts boiled. The time flew by as he imagined how Nancy and Kelli would interpret the coupon. He had never dreamed Teresa would write something like that, he expected embarrassing costumes and tight ropes. This could mean anything. The least likely scenario being the girls might question his opinion on various decorating techniques, more likely he will actually be the decoration. That leaves a lot of room for some extremely embarrassing situations.

Mark put on a shirt and shorts and slowly walked out the backyard and down the green belt to Nancy's house. The sound of laughing and splashing reached his ears from several yards away. He peaked his head over the privacy fence to see Nancy and Kelli laughing in the pool. Nancy wore a dark-green one piece, competition-style, speedo that looked spectacular as it tightly hugged her frame. Kelli wore a familiar looking blue bikini, perhaps it was Teresa's, but it looked completely different on the younger girl's less buxom body. All in all, Mark preferred Nancy's choice of swim wear to Kelli's. When they saw him climbing over the fence, they called him over. "Hey Mark come here."

Mark stepped up the wooden deck that surrounded the pool. "Hey girls, having fun?"

Nancy hopped out and grabbed a towel off one of the deck chairs. Mark could not help but stare at the shiny suit clinging to her body. Kelli laughed as she also dried herself off. Kelli was quite fit but bikini's were just not Mark's thing. "You were right Nancy, he really digs your suit."

Nancy smiled. "Told you so."

Mark turned away quickly and looked toward the house. "Teresa home?" He tried to change the subject.

"No, she is still at work. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I will ever be." Mark said.

Kelli pulled on a T-shirt over her bikini top and slipped her fingers along her bikini bottom to dislodge the fabric from between her cheeks. "I definitely need to remember my suit next time."

Nancy smiled. "It's ok my Mom doesn't mind."

"Yeah, but this doesn't fit all that well." Kelli laughed and whipped her long wet hair which gleamed black in the evening light over one shoulder. "Anyway shall we go have some fun with your boyfriend?"

Nancy had wrapped her red hair into a towel. She kept it shorter than Kelli's but when the natural curl was flattened due to the water it was longer than Mark had realized. "Yeah, let's go."

Mark walked between Nancy and Kelli up the stairs to Nancy's room. The place looked normal and no obvious decorating had happened yet. "I feel like I am being escorted to the gallows."

"You like it." Nancy grabbed his arms and held them to behind his back. "Two women have your fate in their hands."

"Careful Nancy, we don't want him to bolt." Kelli said.

"You won't run, will you?" Nancy whispered, tickling his ear with her breath.

"As long as Teresa is not around."

Kelli went to the door. "Yeah, Nancy showed me some of those pictures from the album." Kelli smiled. "I promise we have nothing so extreme in mind. I'm going to go get the stuff."

Mark rounded on Nancy after Kelli left the room. "You showed her those pictures?"

Nancy shrugged. "She's a friend and it's not like I gave her copies."

"You have known her for like three days." Mark said.

"We really seemed to click."

"I just am a little surprised she is so involved in these coupons, they were a gift to you."

Nancy paused for a second. "Are you saying you don't want her here?"

"Well I just want you to enjoy your gifts, I did not give them to her."

"Mark, I promise I am enjoying them. Thanks to you I have made a really good friend." Nancy kissed him gently. "And she is only as involved as I want her to be."

Kelli returned carrying an odd collection of items. In one hand was a round wooden post attached to a wide plywood base which stood nearly waist high. In her other hand she held a longer wooden rod which appeared to be a hanging rod from a closet, and lastly she carried a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. "I think I got it all."

Mark stared at the collection of items. He was too bewildered to be frightened. "I have no idea..."

Nancy smiled. "You are going to be my new lamp and a rack to hang my clothes on before I put them in the closet."

"He will be a great place to hang wet swimsuits." Kelli added. "Assuming it all works out like it should."

"Exactly, shall we get started."

Mark shook his head. "Ok, let's get this over with. What do you want me to do?"

Nancy smiled. "Well...you need to put on this," She held up a small speedo-like swimsuit that was made of a black spandex material. To Mark it looked more like the bottom half of a bikini. "Or this," She pulled out the silver unitard he had worn when he was her pillow.

Mark groaned. "Ugh, don't make me choose."

"Sorry you have to." Nancy responded.

Mark shook his head. "Nope, not gonna do it."

"Seriously!," Nancy threw the clothing on the bed. "Just pick one. No one will see it, you are going to be completely covered."

Kelli threw her hands up. "For goodness sake, I'll flip a coin. Heads it's the black, tails it's the silver." Kelli tossed a coin into the air and let it fall to the floor. "Heads."

Mark shrugged and grabbed the scrap of black material off the bed and retreated across the hall into the bathroom. While stripping off his clothes he almost laughed over the hopelessness of the situation. Why was he even doing this? He could just tell Nancy that he did not write this particular coupon and that Teresa had added it without telling him. Of course if he did that, Nancy would be disappointed, at least she appeared to be enjoying this, why else would she involve Kelli?

"I'm screwed." Mark said allowed as he pulled the tight garment up his legs. "If Nancy weren't so damned beautiful."

Mark pushed open the door and scampered across the hall into Nancy's room. Kelli whistled as he entered which earned her a playful punch from Nancy. "Don't be getting any ideas."

Kelli shook her head. "He's a little young for me."

"You like 'em young though," Nancy responded.

Mark was getting a taste of what it was like to be an attractive female, being gawked and whistled at. He remained quiet though realizing that talking would only create tension. "Ok, Mark, stand here." Nancy grabbed wooden pole rising from wooden plywood platform which was just wide enough to stand on. Mark stood on the wood so that the pole was resting in the crevice formed by the back of his legs. The pole stopped just shy of his crotch. "Put your feet as close together as possible." Nancy said as she picked up a roll of plastic wrap that she pulled from a box. The foot wide plastic crackled with static electricity as she pulled it off the roll.

She began to wrap the plastic around both his legs. "Uh Nancy, hang on a second, I think you should wrap one leg to the post and then the other." Kelli said.

"Why?"

"It will keep his legs from bending so easy. Here Mark raise your other foot onto this chair." Kelli brought over a chair from the desk.

Nancy shrugged. "Ok, I did not know you had done this before."

"I haven't, just thinking it will be more secure this way. He will probably need some padding between his knees and ankles too. I once wore a mermaids tail." Kelli laughed. "It was so tight my knees and ankles had bruises on them."

"I would have like to seen that." Mark said as he raised one leg.

Nancy slapped him on the bottom as she tightly pulled the plastic wrap around his left leg and the post.

"Hey, ouch." Mark said.

Kelli laughed. "You two are still cute."

Nancy applied two layers or wrap and there was no way Mark could bend his knee. He then put his other foot down and Kelli wedged two wash clothes between his knees and ankles and she continued wrapping until he was covered in at least three layers of plastic from the ankles to his waist.

"Ok Mark can you bend your knees?" Kelli asked.

Mark struggled a bit but only was able to bend at the waist. The plastic creaked and squeaked but no movement could be seen.

"What are we going to do about his feet?" Nancy asked looking at his bare feet.

Kelli shrugged. "We can cover them with something later. We need to do his arms next. Grab the other bar."

Nancy grabbed the longer wooden bar and walked behind him holding the bar against the back of Mark's neck.

Kelli picked up the the plastic wrap. "Ok, Mark raise your arms above your head." Kelli and Nancy passed the roll of two inch wrap back and forth to each other forming a criss-cross of plastic across his chest which was welding the wooden bar to the back of his neck just above his shoulder blades.

"Ok now let's move down his arms." Kelli held Marks arm against the wooden post while Nancy wound the plastic down the length past his finger tips until his arm was welded with the wooden post. She repeated the process with the other arm. Mark's arms were held out parallel to the floor and his movements were limited to bending at the waist and neck. This allowed him to twist side to side and forward and back, which he demonstrated.

"He will be able to knock off any clothes we place on his arms." Nancy said watching Mark move around with a smile on his face.

Kelli picked up some white tape and began to wrap a second layer over the top of the first. "I'm not sure what we can do, I doubt he can escape but he's not an effective piece of furniture. The lamp we have could get knocked off."

Nancy placed her fingers under her chin while she watched her friend wind the tape methodically around Mark's arms. She crisscrossed it also across his chest but this did nothing other than ensure there would be not getting out without help. When Kelli cut the tape Mark continued to taunt them by bending at his waist and nearly caused the wooden platform to tip forward as he shifted his weight. He caught himself before straightening up. The wooden platform wobbled back and forth. "Careful there Mark, a fall is going to do some damage to your face without your arms to break the fall." Kelli said.

Nancy tossed her wet swimsuit across Mark's arm. Mark smiled and tilted his arms downward so the garment slid onto the floor. "Nice try girls."

Nancy frowned and reached into the backpack lying on the bedroom floor. "You may be a broken drying rack but even broken furniture can't talk." Nancy pulled out a white ball from the backpack which had a white strap dangling from it."

"Hey now. I'll be quiet." Mark said seeing the ball gag in her hands.

The frustration was evident in Nancy's response. "Too late," she said.

Mark allowed her to fasten the ball behind his teeth with a resigned sigh. It was worse to resist in his current predicament. "Now let me think."

"We need a bar between his wrists and his waist, like a prop." Kelli said.

Nancy's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey I think I've got it. We need to go to get some stuff."

"What is it?" Kelli asked.

"Come on, I'll tell you on the way." Nancy said as she darted from the room. She stuck her head back in moments later. "You won't go anywhere will you Mark." She smiled at him.

Kelli allowed herself to be pulled from the room. Mark sighed and tried to break free of the layers of plastic holding him in place. He did not struggle long, there was not any real point to it. The multiple layers of wrap and tape would not break.

Only moments after leaving Kelli returned and grabbed her purse off the bed. "Forgot my purse." She stopped at the threshold to the door and slowly turned around. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled at him as she slowly walked closer to him. "You do look scrumptious."

Mark's eyes got large as she got closer. Kelli licked her lips. "Almost good enough to eat."

Mark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was she doing? She could not possibly take advantage of him while he was helpless, if Nancy found out... Mark shook his head and grunted through the gag.

Kelli got closer until she he could feel her breath on his face and smell the faint aroma of chlorine that clung to her from the time she spent in the pool. She then kissed the white gag in his mouth and licked her lips. "See ya." She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and skipped out of the room.

Mark was stunned. What was he going to do about this? Did Kelli really like him or was it just the highly charged situation. Should he tell Nancy? If she believed him she would lose a good friend, if she did not believe she might accuse him of trying to ruin her friendship. After several minutes of worry Mark decided to keep it to himself and see what happens, he did not initiate the contact so he was innocent. Nancy needed a friend, she did not have many because of her schedule of work and dance activities.

Mark passed the minutes thinking over what he should do, if it happened again he would have to confront Kelli and hope for the best, maybe he should talk to his Mom. An endless roll of scenarios and possibilities ran through his mind distracting him so much that did not realize someone was standing in the doorway. Someone with a scary looking smirk on their face.

"So time for another coupon eh?" Teresa sauntered into the room. She wore a simple pair of slacks and a button down blouse. Compared to her normal casual attire these clothes were down right boring.

Mark stared at her in scared silence, the old worries replaced now with a whole set of new ones.

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 4, update June 3, 2014)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:24 am

Amazing once again. Do continue, please ;)

Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 4, update June 3, 2014)

Postby NoOne » Sat Jun 07, 2014 10:38 pm

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Re: M & N: Nancy's Birthday (Ch. 4, update June 3, 2014)

Postby linkedin » Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:07 am

Fantastic work, one of the all time classics. Sorry for the huge thread bump here but I would love to see more of this. Call me greedy but.... Well, I'm greedy!