Binding Friendship

Lora sits alone, thinking about Charlie and that stubborn straight-girl act she keeps up. Her hand finds the vibrator. She works herself harder, chasing the edge until her thighs shake and she comes loud enough to wake the neighbors. Charlie pulls into the drive, still clueless. She barely shuts the car door before Lora lunges from the back seat, rope in both hands. Charlie’s arms are yanked back and cinched tight at the wrists. Lora lifts her without effort, drops her into the trunk, and drives straight to her place. Steam curls off the hot tub. Lora drags Charlie out, lowers her onto the bench, and blindfolds her with a soft black fold. Fingers slide straight under the waistband and between Charlie’s legs. She rubs, circles, presses, never letting up. Charlie fights the ropes, but her body gives in fast. Lora keeps stroking until Charlie’s hips jerk and she spills over, loud and shaking, every moan making it clear she likes it more than she’ll admit.