A cry of pleasure

Sarah's sharp squeal lasted mere milliseconds. At first Amy wasn't sure what she was hearing, but then the moaning started. It was soft at first, but grew like a flame through tinder. Straining her ears, Amy could hear the gentle smacking of kissing and sucking.

Where those two love birds making out when they were supposed to be rescuing her? Amy was about to holler at them to stop goofing off before she saw the faint outline of her friends shadow on the curtain seperating them. Sarah seemed to be sitting on the kitchen table. Her head tilted back as she let out a quiet squeal of joy, she clearly wasn't kissing anyone.

Confused, Amy squinted looking for any sign of Jack. Shadows didn't show clearly on the thick orange fabric of the curtain, but she was able to spot his form squatting infront of her. Jack's head undoubtedly at his girlfriend's crotch. Amy's cheeks, which had just gone back to their normal pale, started burning crimson again.

"Careful Jack," Sarah whispered just loud enough for Amy to here. "Someone could walk in at anytime."

"Your legs aren't spread any wider than Amy's" replied Jack just as quiet. Amy squirmed in a futile attempt to cover herself.

"She has that crotch strap." To Amy's surprise, hearing that made her feel thankful for the thick strip of cloth pressing into her genitals. It's snugness felt reassuring like it was protecting her. With a stifled giggle, Sarah added "and unlike me, she still has her panties."

"If you had panties," Jack whispered back, "I couldn't do this."

Amy saw Sarah lay back on the table and her arms snap to cover her mouth to muffle the passion that followed soon. The naive student felt a rush of warmth spread over her body and scolded herself for peeping on her friends like that. She shook herself making the jingling buckles block any more attempts at naughty eavesdropping.

With her diligent rattling, she couldn't hear her friends anymore, but what they had said kept repeating itself in her mind. Amy's eyes darted towards the door. Though this room was rarely used, someone could walk in at any moment. Her legs were completely bare and her panties were on display. The thought was mortifying.

Or was it? What if a strong and handsome man stormed through the door right now. He could grip her tightly and kiss her while his hands trailed her body. Then he could knee down and... Amy's breath quickened. The constant press of the strap between her legs was still there, but it had gone from uncomfortable to arousing.

She fidgeted in her bondage in another attempt to distract herself, but it didn't work so well. Trying to seperate her arms tugged the crotch strap, twisting her shoulders wiggled the crotch strap, even bending forward in frustration pressed the strap a little harder into her vulva.

**** for any distraction, Amy's eyes scanned the room and eventually settled on the clock.

"Oh crap," she muttered under her breath; her class was in eleven minutes and in another building. She needed to get out now.

Clearing her throat, Amy prepared to call out to her friends, but was immediately silenced by another one of Sarah's empassioned cries. "Careful sweetie," her friend murmured from behind the curtain, "you don't want Amy to hear me."

Nope, Amy couldn't do it; interrupting her friend's fellatio was just too awkward. Even thinking about it made her cheeks burn.

"Frick," Amy cursed again. Her class was now in ten minutes. Well, she'd just have to figure out how to escape on her own.

The poor girl started struggling like her life depended on it. Considering how Dr. Rues had blown up on the last student that came in late, it probably did.

The struggling student was met with defeat at every twist and turn. She whipped her head to and fro then tried hopping as much as her proverbial leg irons allowed. The bound coed even tried squatting to reach the locks on her ankles, despite knowing full well how much such a position exposed her naked legs and thin panties to anyone that wondered into the room. Not that it did her any good; even if her hands weren't cocooned by the jacket, they were still over a foot away from shackles. In fact, no matter how vigorously she thrashed Getting flustered and frustrated. The more she squirmed, the more the strap between her legs pressed into her.

Undaunted, Amy cycled through ever gyration she could think of. She thought she was making headway with pelvic thrusting because the crotch strap slid substantially forward. She let out an excited squeal but froze instantly and stared at the mirror. If someone had seen her reaction, they could be forgiven for mistaking it for arousal. She looked at her flustered face in the mirror and sternly told herself that she wasn't enjoy things that way.

However, she had to escape. And her crotch strap seemed to be the only hint of a weak point in her prison of buckles. It had moved, sort of. More of a gentle shifting that skipped over her crotch and reverberated through her underwear to be felt as a gentle breath against her pu- Stop that! You need to focus on escaping, Amy reminded herself and got to work. The bound woman pretended she wasn't feeling any nether pleasure as she vehemently tugged on the crotch strap. Grunting and closing her eyes to increase her strength, Amy wiggled against her genital's binding, and rocked her hips.

The tap on her shoulder would have made her jumped into orbit if not for cuffs anchoring her. Amy's eyes snapped open to see the gleeful faces of Sarah and Jack. Her friends had no doubt seen her embarrassing display for an unbearable amount of seconds. Amy broke eye contact to study her shoes. "I was o-only... it seemed like..." she tried to explain, painfully aware of how guilty her stammering made her sound. But she been seriously trying to escape, really.

"It's okay," Sarah encouraged with a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Let's just get you untied and off to class." At the mention of her class, Amy's knees buckled with fear. She bit her lip and **** down protests when Jack crouched near her nethers while he released her ankles. Embarrassment was better than being late for class. The blushing coed did her best to ignore him and tried not to think about how a remarkably similar position had brought Sarah so much pleasure.

"Um, are you going to Kat's birthday party?" asked Amy trying to think of something other then fellatio.

"Wouldn't miss it," answered Sarah from behind her, "but keep an eye on her social media that firecracker loves changing plans at the last minute."

Amy's nod of agreement turned into a duck as her female friend pulled the jacket over her head. "By the way, what was the trick to escaping that?"

"A magician can't just tell you her secrets," scolded the stage performer. "If you want to give it another go, we can lock you up after class. When did you say that started again."

"Darn it, four minutes," the naive student scrambled upon checking the clock. "got to go, sorry," she hurriedly apologized before grabbing her book bag and bolting out of the room.