How To Tie Up Your Girlfriend

I was a college senior at Mumbai University, the youngest in my class and just barely twenty, although I was tall (five feet ten) and rapidly filling out. Pumeet was one of my best friends. He had a delightful little sister, Trishna, who was eighteen and a first year student. She was drop dead beautiful with a tiny waist, nice breasts and the most beautiful ass and legs of any girl I had ever seen. She had big, soft brown eyes that could burn or tease as she wished and dyed dirty blonde streaked hair. I had been in love with her since school, but, she acted like she ignored me except for teasing me when she got bored. Maybe it was my teenage imagination, but, I think she really liked me. I know she had no regular boyfriend and would go out with me on occasion.

One day, I went over to Pumeet's to meet up with the guys. No one appeared to be at home so I went around back off the alley where Pumeet's dad had put up a basketball net at the end of a concrete area.

Trishna was tied to the steel post that supported the basketball net and she was blindfolded.

I was stunned. I knew Pumeet got real tired of Trishna bugging him, and, I had heard him threaten to tie her up and leave her, but, in a million years, I never expected him to do it.

Seeing Trishna like that made me hard as a rock. I could never remember my erection being that big or that hard, not even when I lost my virginity to Radhika after a football game. My heart was pounding as I slowly walked towards her. I could tell she could not see.

She was dressed in a white, long sleeved, cotton, blouse and plaid loose skirt with athletic shoes and no socks. He had pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists together around the pole. As always, she was beautiful and sexy, even more so that she was helpless, her breasts pushed hard against the thin material of her blouse, her clothes in disarray from her struggling against her bondage, her hair damp with sweat and sticking to her beautiful face.

"Pumeet! You bastard! Dad'll kill you for this! Let me go, Pumeet! I know you're there!"

I said nothing but continued to ease my way towards her.

"Pumeet? Who's there? Please, who are you!"

She started to panic, squirming, struggling to get away. She was very scared. As she struggled her blouse became more twisted, parting slightly to reveal her bra. I could see her arms cording as she fought the ropes around her wrist. She was securely bound and her efforts were to no avail.

"Please, let me go! Who are you?" she sobbed. Tears started to flow down her cheeks.

I touched her arm and she squealed, kicking at me. She started to scream and I covered her mouth, pushing myself against her. It was the first time I had felt that lush body against mine. It made me go nuts I wanted her so much.

"Scream and I'll gag you."

She was really sweating now, sobbing under my hand over her mouth. She was not playing, she was really frightened: very, very frightened.

"If you're a good little girl, doing exactly as you're told, I won't force you. Do you understand?" She nodded her head, still squirming to get her body away from mine.

"I'm going to play with you before I let you go. Can you be good and not scream?"

She nodded yes and I released her mouth. She gasped in buckets of air.

"Who are you? You better let me go, whoever you are."

I kissed her. She closed her mouth and turned away.

"Be good and let me play with you or I'll force you and I won't be gentle."

I should tell you I had acted in several school plays and was trying to disguise my voice because I knew Trishna would recognize my real voice.

She turned back and let me kiss her. Of course, it was a lousy kiss. What did you expect? I took her face is both my hands, brushed her hair back and kissed her gently on the lips. I moved my body from hers so she would not feel threatened. I touched just her face and neck with my hands and lips. She was cold, unreceptive, frightened.

"Please, let me go..."

"Soon, little darling. Soon."

"Who are... ummm."

When I broke the kiss, she said, "I know you, don't I?"

"Yes. Now, shhhh."

I kept kissing: lips, cheeks, neck, ears, all were kissed, as my hands gently stroked and touched those parts of her body not considered "no nos". I was very gentle and took my time. I wanted her to become aroused and unafraid. Soon, her kiss got warm, her mouth opening, her tongue responding to mine, anxious little movements coming from her when the kiss parted as she wanted to keep it going. I held her neck with my left hand, kissing her in the little hollow of her throat, when I let my hands slide over her ass for the first time. She did not pull away as I expected.

She had stopped asking who I was, just enjoying me tantalizing her.

I let my hand cup her breast. "Please, don't," Trishna whimpered as I massaged her breast through her blouse, but, she did not try to get away. Even I, an almost virgin, knew that "don't" meant "do."

As I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she squirmed to get away for a moment. I stopped, shushing her and kissing her neck again. She whimpered when my hands slipped under her blouse and bra to cup her naked breasts. The nipples were like diamonds and she was so hot, her breasts almost burned my hands. I unbuttoned her blouse and released her bra as I continued my massage of those lovely mounds of femininity.

I suckled her nipples as she hung there helpless. Now, she was straining to push her breast in my mouth rather than to get away.

"You're so good," she whispered as I played with one breast with my hand and teased her other nipple with my mouth.

Like me, Trishna was getting hotter and hotter. She started to moan and her legs opened so I slipped my hand under her skirt. Her legs closed like a clam shutting but my hand under her skirt kept busy, stroking and teasing her as my mouth stayed on hers. I could feel her fighting herself, both wanting to resist and wanting to give in to me and her pleasure.

"Oh. God," she said, her thighs relaxing, her legs parting, as I stroked her labia.

I slipped a finger in her and tickled slowly and gently. My thumb found her clit, rotating it slowly, firmly but gently. "Oh, please," she whimpered, as she opened her legs further, giving me full access to her. She was moaning softly, her hips moving back and forth as her need built. I could smell her, feel her need.

"Yes, please... faster, faster," she pleaded, as she started humping my hand. I quickened the pace, holding her up with my other arm pressing her upper body against mine as she came with little squeaks, sweat flowing from her. She collapsed against me, panting. I held her, stroked her until she recovered.

I unzipped my pants, which she heard.

"No. Please, don't take me. I'm a virgin. You promised!"

I pulled up her skirt and pushed my hard cock into her thigh.

"No. Don't. You promised not to force me. Have mercy! Please! I beg you!"

"You're so delicious, I may not be able to stop myself!"

"Please! Oh, God! Please DON'T!"

"I won't force you, Trishna." I said in my natural voice.

"Oh, thank god, Mukul! It's you!!"

She began to sob, crying as I held her. I released her hands and removed the blindfold. She collapsed against me, crying until she was cried out as we sat on the grass, her in my lap, my arms around her in comfort. She would not look at me as she continued to sob, holding me as tightly as I held her. She curled up against me, sobbing away the fear and tension. When she had recovered, she held my hand as I walked her back into her house.

"I'm really tired, Mukul," she said. "Would you excuse me?"

"Sure," I replied.

I leaned to kiss her as she turned to walk away. She stopped, letting me give her a peck on the cheek. Then, she looked at me for the first time, raising her mouth to be kissed, which I joyfully did. She had a twinkle in her tired and crying swollen eyes.

"Thank you very much for stopping when you did. It made all the difference in the world."

"Trishna, I..."

She put her fingers over my lips, stopping me.

"I'd love to go to a movie tonight if someone would go with me," she said.

"Seven?"

"I'll be ready."

I started dating Trishna regularly. Of course, I would have dated her exclusively since junior high, as I said, but, now, she wanted to date me exclusively. There was a warmness... a special feeling... between us, probably from the intense, unusual time out by the basketball net. I believe she trusted me, felt comfortable with me as she would not with other guys. We dated for almost four months before that great and wonderful night came when my parents were at a friend’s lake house for the weekend.

When I picked her up at her place, she bounced into the car.

"What movie are we going to see?"

"My parents are out of town. I thought maybe we could watch TV."

"Do you want to watch TV or take my virginity?"

Her hand was on my leg, her face bright, her eyes twinkling like stars as she teased me.

"I... "

"Me, too," she said, kissing me on the cheek. The tension was almost unbearable, neither of us speaking for the six minute drive to my house. In my driveway, we both sat in the car for a few minutes. I took her hand and she slid out my side. We did not let go of each other's hands until we reached my bedroom.

She squirmed into my arms and gazed up at me.

"I've heard it hurts at first. Be gentle with me."

"I always am."

"Yes, you always have been. I love you for that, Mukul." She kissed me.

Slowly, gently, I unveiled the girl (was she already a woman?) who I had loved (lusted after?) for years. She never rushed me as I leisurely undressed her, until near the end when, after I removed her panties, she lay back on the bed, opened her legs and said, "Mukul! Are you going to fuck me or just stare at me?" She giggled nervously as I shed my clothes in an instant and joined her on the bed.

I was rewarded by the most hot and beautiful experience of my young life, one I shall cherish forever, one I cannot adequately describe, as I made love to Trishna for the first time.
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