GoddessSamantha
09-14-2008, 6:37 AM
This is the first story I've written. PLEASE give me feedback. I might write more.
Andy and Sarah had been friends for slightly over a year. They both went to university together, had lived in the same halls of residence and had enjoyed each other's company. Moving into a house shared with some other friends was a natural progression. Andy was reasonably tall, though not imposing due to his slight build. He had black hair which was cut slightly longer than most boys and very defined features which were partly due to his being so slim. Sarah was shorter than Andy, and most people would have said she was prettier. Her hair was the same colour as his and went slightly past her shoulders and her face was rounder than her friend’s, but this suited her.
While their friendship was strong, like many relationships between young people away from home for the first time, it was complicated. If Andy was honest with himself, which he rarely was, he would have had to admit that he had felt more than friendship for Sarah since they had first met. He liked to tell himself that he had overcome this by becoming friends with her and that now they were far too close to risk ruining what they had. In reality, all he had managed to achieve through knowing Sarah better was an increase in time spent masturbating. Sarah liked Andy and could see why some might consider him attractive, but she was also fond of how they they enjoyed one another's company and unwilling to risk that for the sake of sex, especially since she knew how inexperienced he was. She was not naïve, however, and suspected how he might feel from his stolen glances.
Sarah often encouraged Andy’s affections, and in her crueller moments enjoyed teasing him by being overly tactile and then turning suddenly cold. She enjoyed seeing him try to work out what he done wrong, and his puppy-like attempts to win back her affection. At first Sarah thought that her behaviour was fairly typical of girls her age, that the introverted Andy was just a classic confidence boost she could rely on when she was feeling dispirited. She sometimes noticed, however, that actually her teasing was not always when she felt undesirable.
In particular, Sarah would always tell Andy about her lovers in more detail than he wanted to know, just to watch him squirm. At first Andy did not feel like he knew her well enough to ask her to stop, and by the time it was a regular occurrence, he thought she'd lose respect for him if he told her he had only listened to please her all this time. Andy would grimace as Sarah described her new favourite position, or latest blowjob technique. As Sarah looked at Andy's pained visage, she felt a thrill of pleasure between her legs, spurring her to describe her encounters in more detail, and to consider how she might further toy with Andy.
One night soon after one of Sarah's flings and the subsequent recounting, the pair went with a few of their friends to the pub. Sarah was wearing a black skirt that stopped just above the knee, a pink top and her trademark pink Converse All-Stars. There is no better way to express it, she was hot. Andy wore his normal jeans and a black t-shirt. At the pub, Sarah sat opposite Andy and next to Dave, someone who she had drunkenly made out with a couple of times before but really had no interest in. As expected, Dave was continuously flirting with her and she encouraged him with come-hither eyes as he stroked her hair and put his arm around her shoulder. She enjoyed Dave’s interest almost as much as watching Andy’s obvious discomfort across the table. As she had no real interest in Dave, though, she rather abruptly got up to leave just as Andy had bought a round of drinks, and naturally her friend jumped up and followed her, muttering something about how it would be dangerous for her to walk back alone at this hour. Unsurprisingly for students, they had both overestimated their alcohol tolerance, and as they staggered home together at midnight Andy’s lack of judgement made him think that perhaps tonight was his chance, while Sarah seemed to have left her inhibitions about toying with Andy too much in the pub.
They arrived back at their house and Sarah told Andy to come up to her room with her. Andy assumed that she wanted to talk about what Dave had done wrong and he followed her sheepishly. Usually, they both sat on Sarah’s bed while they talked, but tonight Sarah had other ideas. When she walked into the room, she that she did not want either of them sitting on the bed tonight, before grabbing the only chair, a comfortable leather one with an adjustable seat. Andy leaned against the wall uncomfortably.
“Sit down,” Sarah purred.
“Wha- bu-,” stuttered Andy, beginning to perch himself on the side of her desk.
“No, on the floor, silly.” Sarah giggled, uncharacteristically.
He began to ask her why she had made such an odd decision about seating but she cut him off saying, “Look, it’s my room, either do what I say or get out”. Andy was uncomfortable but there was no question about which of those options he was going to take, he realised, as he sat on the floor by Sarah’s feet. From this angle, he fleetingly noticed how well her Converses matched her top, which just added to the put-together, impenetrable and almost imperial style that Sarah had as she reclined lazily above him. She looked down at him and, realising just how turned on she was, wondered just how far she could take this.
Sarah mentioned Dave’s behaviour in the pub and how sleazy she had found it as she slowly and deliberately crossed and re-crossed her legs, enjoying just how easy it was to transfix Andy. “He was so presumptuous just putting his arm around me like that as if he had every right to,” she drawled, “not like you, Andy, you never take liberties like that.” Andy agreed hastily as he gazed up at her. Sarah rested one of her converses on his leg. She re-crossed her legs again as she continued, “I know I can always confide in you, you don’t complain or try to make me your possession, you’re always just there for me.” As she placed her shoe over her calf while she readjusted herself, she began to stroke Andy’s face with it. He realised that she was taking advantage of his nature, but he also realised that she was drunk and flirting with him! This was not a time to complain about a little thing like having her foot in his face, he decided.
Looking down at the figure beneath her, Sarah could not believe that Andy was just taking this. She decided it was time to see how far she could press this. “I love how I can just rely on you to be there for me, how you know our relationship-” (“relationship”! thought Andy) “is based on how I know you’ll do anything for me.” Andy agreed again, he was not sure exactly what was going on but his body’s reactions seemed to suggest he was enjoying himself. “Good,” continued Sarah, “I knew you’d agree with me, now kiss my foot.” Andy blinked and looked up at her friendly but expectant gaze. Behind the smile, there was a clear hint of malice, of potential rejection, behind what was beginning to look almost like a smirk and Andy realised he had better do as he was told, and soon, if he wanted to remain this close to Sarah. Hesitantly, he bowed his head and lowered it to the pink canvas of Sarah’s shoe, pressing his lips together and kissing, softly. His mind was reeling. Part of him was thinking that finally he was making some headway with Sarah, the other part was thinking, “look at me, I’m sitting on the floor kissing Sarah’s shoes.” Sarah was certainly smirking by this point as she sat triumphantly above Andy and looked down on him. She was incredibly aroused and felt almost omnipotent, lording her charisma over her obedient friend. She considered having the puppet go down on her to relieve herself before sending him to bed, but decided it was probably best to make him wait, to tease him further so he would be even more eager for this in future.
“Kneel up,” Sarah demanded, and Andy did so immediately. The bulge in his trousers was obvious now. “Take down your trousers.” Yes!, thought Andy, at least we’re getting somewhere. His trousers and boxers were down in a flash, exposing his respectable 7 inches.
Andy had all but forgotten about the position he had just been in, true he was still physically lower than Sarah and was exposed while she was fully clothed, but he was sure now that he was at least going to get a blowjob. Sarah suspected what Andy might be thinking and giggled to herself. “Put your hands by your sides and don’t move them,” Sarah ordered and Andy did not even hesitate to obey. This was it, he was sure. Sarah regally, lingeringly stretched out her legs so that the shoes which Andy had been kissing moments before were now touching his face, his chest, and – yes! - his dick, and began to rub from side to side. Andy was surprised and considered asking Sarah what she was doing but was worried she might stop, and anyway, he realised, he was quite enjoying this. Sarah, slipping a hand into her panties, felt so immensely powerful as she looked down at what she had transformed her friend into. “Sarah,” Andy spluttered, daring to speak for the first time since he had kissed her shoes, “please, I think I’m about to come and I don’t want to do it all over your floor.” Sarah removed her feet from his dick at once, though continued fingering her clit as she looked at him, “Oh no, you’re not going to come tonight,” she replied. She told Andy to kiss the soles of each of her shoes now, the parts that had just been touching his cock, and as Andy did so he realised by comparison how enjoyable it was to have been allowed to kiss the soft, pink tops before. “Pull your trousers up and get to your bed,” said Sarah, “and I don’t want you masturbating until the morning. I know you’ll do the right thing.”
After seeing the beginning of Sarah’s reaction as Andy opened his mouth to object, he started to run off to bed. “One more thing,” drawled Sarah confidently, “thank me”
“Th- thank y-you,” replied Andy, beyond argument as this point. As he uttered the words he began to realise that, on some level he couldn't quite understand, he was grateful.
“Good boy, now run along,” said Sarah, realising as Andy left the room she was soaking wet, continued touching herself, and finally had one of the most enjoyable orgasms of her life. Andy was going to be a very fun toy to live with.
Andy and Sarah had been friends for slightly over a year. They both went to university together, had lived in the same halls of residence and had enjoyed each other's company. Moving into a house shared with some other friends was a natural progression. Andy was reasonably tall, though not imposing due to his slight build. He had black hair which was cut slightly longer than most boys and very defined features which were partly due to his being so slim. Sarah was shorter than Andy, and most people would have said she was prettier. Her hair was the same colour as his and went slightly past her shoulders and her face was rounder than her friend’s, but this suited her.
While their friendship was strong, like many relationships between young people away from home for the first time, it was complicated. If Andy was honest with himself, which he rarely was, he would have had to admit that he had felt more than friendship for Sarah since they had first met. He liked to tell himself that he had overcome this by becoming friends with her and that now they were far too close to risk ruining what they had. In reality, all he had managed to achieve through knowing Sarah better was an increase in time spent masturbating. Sarah liked Andy and could see why some might consider him attractive, but she was also fond of how they they enjoyed one another's company and unwilling to risk that for the sake of sex, especially since she knew how inexperienced he was. She was not naïve, however, and suspected how he might feel from his stolen glances.
Sarah often encouraged Andy’s affections, and in her crueller moments enjoyed teasing him by being overly tactile and then turning suddenly cold. She enjoyed seeing him try to work out what he done wrong, and his puppy-like attempts to win back her affection. At first Sarah thought that her behaviour was fairly typical of girls her age, that the introverted Andy was just a classic confidence boost she could rely on when she was feeling dispirited. She sometimes noticed, however, that actually her teasing was not always when she felt undesirable.
In particular, Sarah would always tell Andy about her lovers in more detail than he wanted to know, just to watch him squirm. At first Andy did not feel like he knew her well enough to ask her to stop, and by the time it was a regular occurrence, he thought she'd lose respect for him if he told her he had only listened to please her all this time. Andy would grimace as Sarah described her new favourite position, or latest blowjob technique. As Sarah looked at Andy's pained visage, she felt a thrill of pleasure between her legs, spurring her to describe her encounters in more detail, and to consider how she might further toy with Andy.
One night soon after one of Sarah's flings and the subsequent recounting, the pair went with a few of their friends to the pub. Sarah was wearing a black skirt that stopped just above the knee, a pink top and her trademark pink Converse All-Stars. There is no better way to express it, she was hot. Andy wore his normal jeans and a black t-shirt. At the pub, Sarah sat opposite Andy and next to Dave, someone who she had drunkenly made out with a couple of times before but really had no interest in. As expected, Dave was continuously flirting with her and she encouraged him with come-hither eyes as he stroked her hair and put his arm around her shoulder. She enjoyed Dave’s interest almost as much as watching Andy’s obvious discomfort across the table. As she had no real interest in Dave, though, she rather abruptly got up to leave just as Andy had bought a round of drinks, and naturally her friend jumped up and followed her, muttering something about how it would be dangerous for her to walk back alone at this hour. Unsurprisingly for students, they had both overestimated their alcohol tolerance, and as they staggered home together at midnight Andy’s lack of judgement made him think that perhaps tonight was his chance, while Sarah seemed to have left her inhibitions about toying with Andy too much in the pub.
They arrived back at their house and Sarah told Andy to come up to her room with her. Andy assumed that she wanted to talk about what Dave had done wrong and he followed her sheepishly. Usually, they both sat on Sarah’s bed while they talked, but tonight Sarah had other ideas. When she walked into the room, she that she did not want either of them sitting on the bed tonight, before grabbing the only chair, a comfortable leather one with an adjustable seat. Andy leaned against the wall uncomfortably.
“Sit down,” Sarah purred.
“Wha- bu-,” stuttered Andy, beginning to perch himself on the side of her desk.
“No, on the floor, silly.” Sarah giggled, uncharacteristically.
He began to ask her why she had made such an odd decision about seating but she cut him off saying, “Look, it’s my room, either do what I say or get out”. Andy was uncomfortable but there was no question about which of those options he was going to take, he realised, as he sat on the floor by Sarah’s feet. From this angle, he fleetingly noticed how well her Converses matched her top, which just added to the put-together, impenetrable and almost imperial style that Sarah had as she reclined lazily above him. She looked down at him and, realising just how turned on she was, wondered just how far she could take this.
Sarah mentioned Dave’s behaviour in the pub and how sleazy she had found it as she slowly and deliberately crossed and re-crossed her legs, enjoying just how easy it was to transfix Andy. “He was so presumptuous just putting his arm around me like that as if he had every right to,” she drawled, “not like you, Andy, you never take liberties like that.” Andy agreed hastily as he gazed up at her. Sarah rested one of her converses on his leg. She re-crossed her legs again as she continued, “I know I can always confide in you, you don’t complain or try to make me your possession, you’re always just there for me.” As she placed her shoe over her calf while she readjusted herself, she began to stroke Andy’s face with it. He realised that she was taking advantage of his nature, but he also realised that she was drunk and flirting with him! This was not a time to complain about a little thing like having her foot in his face, he decided.
Looking down at the figure beneath her, Sarah could not believe that Andy was just taking this. She decided it was time to see how far she could press this. “I love how I can just rely on you to be there for me, how you know our relationship-” (“relationship”! thought Andy) “is based on how I know you’ll do anything for me.” Andy agreed again, he was not sure exactly what was going on but his body’s reactions seemed to suggest he was enjoying himself. “Good,” continued Sarah, “I knew you’d agree with me, now kiss my foot.” Andy blinked and looked up at her friendly but expectant gaze. Behind the smile, there was a clear hint of malice, of potential rejection, behind what was beginning to look almost like a smirk and Andy realised he had better do as he was told, and soon, if he wanted to remain this close to Sarah. Hesitantly, he bowed his head and lowered it to the pink canvas of Sarah’s shoe, pressing his lips together and kissing, softly. His mind was reeling. Part of him was thinking that finally he was making some headway with Sarah, the other part was thinking, “look at me, I’m sitting on the floor kissing Sarah’s shoes.” Sarah was certainly smirking by this point as she sat triumphantly above Andy and looked down on him. She was incredibly aroused and felt almost omnipotent, lording her charisma over her obedient friend. She considered having the puppet go down on her to relieve herself before sending him to bed, but decided it was probably best to make him wait, to tease him further so he would be even more eager for this in future.
“Kneel up,” Sarah demanded, and Andy did so immediately. The bulge in his trousers was obvious now. “Take down your trousers.” Yes!, thought Andy, at least we’re getting somewhere. His trousers and boxers were down in a flash, exposing his respectable 7 inches.
Andy had all but forgotten about the position he had just been in, true he was still physically lower than Sarah and was exposed while she was fully clothed, but he was sure now that he was at least going to get a blowjob. Sarah suspected what Andy might be thinking and giggled to herself. “Put your hands by your sides and don’t move them,” Sarah ordered and Andy did not even hesitate to obey. This was it, he was sure. Sarah regally, lingeringly stretched out her legs so that the shoes which Andy had been kissing moments before were now touching his face, his chest, and – yes! - his dick, and began to rub from side to side. Andy was surprised and considered asking Sarah what she was doing but was worried she might stop, and anyway, he realised, he was quite enjoying this. Sarah, slipping a hand into her panties, felt so immensely powerful as she looked down at what she had transformed her friend into. “Sarah,” Andy spluttered, daring to speak for the first time since he had kissed her shoes, “please, I think I’m about to come and I don’t want to do it all over your floor.” Sarah removed her feet from his dick at once, though continued fingering her clit as she looked at him, “Oh no, you’re not going to come tonight,” she replied. She told Andy to kiss the soles of each of her shoes now, the parts that had just been touching his cock, and as Andy did so he realised by comparison how enjoyable it was to have been allowed to kiss the soft, pink tops before. “Pull your trousers up and get to your bed,” said Sarah, “and I don’t want you masturbating until the morning. I know you’ll do the right thing.”
After seeing the beginning of Sarah’s reaction as Andy opened his mouth to object, he started to run off to bed. “One more thing,” drawled Sarah confidently, “thank me”
“Th- thank y-you,” replied Andy, beyond argument as this point. As he uttered the words he began to realise that, on some level he couldn't quite understand, he was grateful.
“Good boy, now run along,” said Sarah, realising as Andy left the room she was soaking wet, continued touching herself, and finally had one of the most enjoyable orgasms of her life. Andy was going to be a very fun toy to live with.