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Forced Love

... it was easy to know who was still going to be awake. Roger and Khloe were the last ones to pass my room and wish me a goodnight. As soon as I heard their door click closed I got up. It was probably only forty-five minutes since I came downstairs so I knew Elyse would still be awake. I needed to get my tools ready though. From my dresser I grabbed a sock. It was clean but it was old so it probably wasn’t the best choice but the rest I had were dirty. I just shrugged and kept going. I thought about what I could use for a lube but then I just laughed knowing I wouldn’t need it. I shut my lights off and left my room but I left the door open and snuck upstairs. I found a pair of scissors in the kitchen but I could not find any kind of rope. I silently cursed myself and almost changed my mind. I couldn’t decide if I should look harder or just go back to bed. I inhaled. I exhaled. With a tug on my jeans I decided I needed to keep looking. Khloe’s craft room was right next to the bathroom. I knew if I wasn’t careful Elyse would hear me but I had to risk it. None of us were allowed to go in there so once I opened the door I was lost. It was a huge mess in there and I had no idea where to start. After opening a few different drawers and looking through a few piles I found a thin soft rope that was really tough. I couldn’t be more grateful for my stroke of luck. I quietly left the craft room and closed the door behind me. Elyse still had her light on so I went into the kitchen. My ...

... hands were sweating. I splashed water on my face and shook my head. I grabbed the rope and put it in my back pocket. I put the sock in my other back pocket. There was some duct tape in the common room so I grabbed that too. I stuck the scissors in my front pocket. Then I heard Elyse come out of her room and go into the bathroom. She turned the water on and I heard her brush her teeth and use the toilet. For what seemed like the hundredth time, she turned me on and I had a hard on. Elyse took a glass of water into her room and I knew she was taking her sleeping pills. That just made it better. I smiled to myself and I almost whooped out loud. I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I went back down to my room and paced. I had to keep telling myself not to touch myself or it wouldn’t be as fun. After twenty agonizing minutes I told myself it had been enough time. The pills should have kicked in enough for her to fall asleep. I grabbed the sock and the rope and went back upstairs. I waited outside her door. The light was off and I couldn’t hear anything at first. Then she was snoring. I laughed to myself. Then I took a deep breath and opened the door. She was laying on her back, uncovered. It was really dark so I decided to turn the light knob just enough to emit a glow. The same sweatpants I tried to get into earlier were still on her. I bit my lip to suppress the groan of longing in my throat. I just stared at her. I didn’t know where to start. Her body was fantastic. I ...