As promised, here is the rest of the story about the time I spent as a prisoner of my friend Stevie on our trip to Washington. This takes place the day after the one above.
That day, Stevie and I again agreed to get together in her room as the rest of the group would be out playing cards again during the free time, which was really from about noon onwards. She was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts and I had on a white t-shirt and denim shorts. When Stevie let me in, I gave her a big hug (because you know how teenage couples act like they haven't seen each other in 10 years when it's only been about 20 minutes) and she joked that I can be quite romantic even when my hands are free. We cuddled for a while, then started to lightly kiss each other. Stevie had a way of giving short, quick kisses that were no less thrilling than her longer ones, so I was already floating on a cloud by this point.
Eventually, I started to playfully tickle her, since I had already established that she was in a playful mood that day. She understood the signal clearly and went to get the handcuffs. Then, she pounced on me and we started wrestling. Since I knew that she actually wanted to play TUGs that day, I decided to try and hold out as long as I could as Stevie tried to handcuff me. I figured that the more effort that she had to expend on it, the more frisky she'd be once she captured me. It took her about five minutes before she had managed to grab my left hand, which she brought behind my back, since I was now on my stomach. To make life easier for her, she pinned it to my back with her knee while she handcuffed it. Then, she actually kept her knee on my left arm, which kind of made my plan moot, since I wouldn't be able to hold out for very long that way. After another two minutes or so of me flailing my free hand around, she had gotten my right hand and brought it slowly (since I was still trying to struggle) behind my hand, where, since my left hand couldn't go anywhere, the other half of the handcuffs was waiting for it. Once Stevie had me handcuffed, she sat me up so that we could do our usual kissing for a few minutes.
After the kissing was done, she just pretended to ignore me for a bit. Naturally, I wanted to be mischievous with Stevie, as I knew that this was definitely the more interesting route and that she liked when I played that way, so I started tugging at her t-shirt. She joked that she had handcuffed me to keep me from being bad, not so that I could try to take her t-shirt off. I quite liked the suggestion, so I tugged a little more. Since Stevie didn't believe in gags (something that I would have otherwise lamented if not for the present situation), I put my teeth lightly on the top of her t-shirt and started tugging on it with my mouth. She laughed at my persistence and told me that, since I had tried so hard, she had a present for me. I took my teeth off the t-shirt and watched as she took the t-shirt, pulled it over her head and threw it on the bed, revealing her pearly white bra!

(Now you know why I put the thread in
this section!) Never in a million years did I think that I would actually get that result! I knew that she liked it when I was a little difficult, but I thought that she would be more of a tease in her response.
Sensing the shock in me that was mixed in with the feeling of excitement, Stevie smiled and asked if I approved of her bra choice that day. With my mouth open in astonishment, I just nodded and uttered "uh-huh." She again pulled me close to her and started to kiss me, a bit more passionately than before. As we kissed, she used one of her hands to pull my handcuffed hands away from my back and hold them in place. I thought nothing of it and just focused on kissing her. After another minute or two, she used her other hand to start unbuttoning and unzippering my shorts, while still kissing me! Then, she started to tug at them, slowly pulling them down. Now I knew why she was holding my hands away from my back! It was to keep me from being able to grab at my shorts. She lifted me ever so slightly off the bed, which allowed her to pull the shorts down far enough to make the rest of it easier. She slid them off the rest of the way and threw them on the floor, leaving me now sitting in my blue plaid boxers!!!!

(Now, you also know where my username comes from.)
Although I had gotten over the shock of seeing Stevie in her bra, I was once again in shock at the fact that she was now seeing me in my boxers! Obviously, I had a high level of trust in her and, just in case, we had talked about the fact that, if our TUGs or other romantic encounters ever led to the shedding of clothes, we couldn't go past underwear. Thus, I knew that the possibility that one or both of us would end up in underwear had existed once that rule was set, but I hadn't actually expected it to be used. Stevie giggled and told me that I looked cute in my boxers, which made me blush. She also said that it was only fair that she get to see me in them, since I couldn't be having all the fun that day. Then, she again brought me close to her and we resumed kissing. As always, I was enjoying it (even under the unexpected circumstances), but I was so scared of the reaction I would have when she put her hand under my t-shirt and began running her hand up and down my back. I honestly don't know how I ended up not making it very... ummm... anatomically obvious just how much I was liking that!
After a few more minutes of kissing like that, she stopped and said that she thought that it was time for the handcuffs to come off. She also said that I should put my shorts back on because it would be awkward if her roommate came back or if a group adviser (one of whom had her room right next to Stevie's!) were to come check up on us and the door wasn't opened right away. (In fact, that adviser did visit on another day just to make sure that everyone was accounted for, but, thankfully, we weren't up to anything more than cuddling that day.) I agreed and put my shorts back on. Stevie said that, since I had become such a good kisser, she would keep her t-shirt off as a reward, much to my delight. (She also pointed out that it would take her no time at all to put it back on if her roommate came back or there was a knock on the door.) We continued with the cuddling and kissing routine for quite a while, until we needed to start getting ready to go on an outing that our school had organized that evening.
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Unfortunately, this is where the TUG stories with Stevie end. Although we continued our relationship for a few weeks beyond that trip, it ended because the nature of our relationship was apparently quite exaggerated to others. As I found out from a mutual friend, Stevie had been telling people, including her parents, that she and I were having a sexual relationship. Now, this may not lead to drama in many high schools in this day and age, but, even eight years back, high schoolers having sex was pretty taboo. Even if it actually was done, it wasn't talked about, unlike nowadays. Also, my entire area is actually fairly conservative, so the topic isn't taken lightly. Of course, there was also the complication that part of her story would have taken place during the trip to Washington, which was a school event and, during which, school rules were in effect. Stevie had actually not intended to tell our mutual friend her made-up version of things, but it came out over AIM one night after she had become drunk. Since he didn't believe her about the extent of the relationship, he took the opportunity to prod her further about who else she had told that story to and when.
Luckily for me, Stevie's story was pretty quickly dismissed by those who knew both of us. First, Stevie was one of those people who thought that every guy was flirting with her because he said "hi" to her. She was cute, so quite a few guys did flirt with her, but she wasn't that popular girl who was the desire of every male in the school. Her story also placed events at times that they could not have happened at because I was not around her at the time. In one case, I was telling another friend on the trip about Washington (since I had been there before more than once and the friend had never been) during a time that Stevie alleged partaking in rather adult activities with me. As a result, the whole thing died down very quickly and the advisers never even heard Stevie's story (or at least never mentioned hearing it). My denying it, though, caused Stevie to get offended and our relationship obviously fell apart.
After several months of not even talking to each other, we did manage to patch up our friendship, but it was just that. One time, we did sneak out from our houses (we were both college students home for a weekend) to meet up and make out, but that was an exception. Although my TUG adventures with her brought back the crush that I had on her, the story that she created and spread sapped out the most important part of both relationships and TUGs, trust. We stayed friends for a few more years, but, as often happens, we drifted apart when I went to live in another state for two years.
(Sorry for the downer ending, everyone.

I just wanted to explain the full background to the story, just as I had done with the first one. Overall, despite how things worked out, I still look back on the time that I was with Stevie quite positively. Maybe it's because of the fact that the first relationship is never forgotten or the fact that later relationships didn't have that TUG element that I so enjoy, but, whatever it is, it was fun while it was going on.)