Not Much Time

You reach both hands forward, grabbing both of Mariah's breasts. You take great joy in fondling them. She moans delightfully as you caress them lovingly. She makes a different noise, however, when you pinch her nipples. A light squeal escapes her lips.

She looks at you. You simply make a sly smile. Her face changes to a smile.

You return to caressing her breasts, which causes her to push her chest forward. You take the hint and do it more forcefully. One hand decides to linger lower..down to her pussy.

All the fun is interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Mariah's face changes to one of fear, but you calm her down.

"It's obviously Leslie," you say, "My parents are in the Caymans this week. I wouldn't tie you up naked in my living room if there was even the smallest chance that they would show up."

The young lady nods and seems to relax. You realize that you need to get some things done.

You head upstairs and grab your robe. You put it on and head back downstairs. Quickly fishing up Mariah's clothes- save for her panties-, you toss them on the other side of the couch. You look around the room and spot what you were looking for: the quilt.

"Mariah, I need you to lay down on the couch. I'm going to cover you as a surprise for Leslie. So don't make any noise if you can help it."

She nods and readjusts herself. You grab the large bit of material off of a chair and bring it to the couch. You nod to Mariah and she nods back before you cover her and the couch. With a bit of manipulation, even you wouldn't know that there was a nude, bound woman on there.

The timing is good because the doorbell rings a moment later. You approach the door and look through the peephole.

Leslie is as hot as you remembered. Her long red hair is flowing free, running down to her shoulders. She is wearing a white halter top with a black bra showing through. She has on her cheerleader shorts, which are orange and very, very low cut. They are cut about two inches from her ass cheeks and only accentuates her long, strong legs.

She has a very lusty look on her face which is a good sign too.

You walk over to the door and open it. You are greeted by a big smile.

"Hi," Leslie says, "Mariah told me all about you. ALL about you. It's all true, right?"

"Oh yeah," you answer confidently.

"That's all I needed to hear."

She grabs you around the neck and pulls you in for a long, hard kiss. You recover yourself and answer it back. Your hand floats down her shoulders and down to her ass. You give it a nice squeeze, which causes her to giggle.

"You're gutsier than I thought. What a nice surprise," Leslie says.

"Thanks. Come inside."

You give her room and she walks past you. You decide to play with her a bit by smacking her lightly on the ass.

"Kinky boy. I like that. So, not for nothing, where is Mariah? Her car is here, but I don't see her. I mean, if you are as good as she says, I'll be happy to have you on your own. But, I was also hoping to get some of her ass too."

"I understand. Well, she is here. We had a little fun while waiting for you. Want to see her?"

"Sure," Leslie replies with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

You take a step towards the couch and pull off the quilt in one deft move. Leslie spots her friend's naked, bound form and says...