ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7

... getting a couple bags before heading into the spacious bathroom, "Somehow I think mine might be a bit harder to recover from…" Freddie shrugged and took a deep breath, using this time to grab one last thing for his enactment. He opened her suitcase, pulling out what he knew she'd bring, and slipped it into the bag with the rest of his stuff. With nothing left to do, Freddie took a seat and just watched the clock as the minute hand clicked to 4:58. The next 120 seconds were absolute hell for Freddie Benson, as he just watched time pass, hearing his girlfriend making plenty of noise in the bathroom. And then, as if she had her-self been just waiting for the moment to come, the second 5:00 hit, the bathroom door opened. * * * Freddie started to turn around to see her, when she called out for him to keep his eyes closed and to turn the chair towards her. He did as he was told, seeing a change in the light, knowing she had hit the lights, leaving the room pretty dark. He began to peek when he felt a sharp slap to his hand. "Ow!" "Don't you 'ow' me… I told you to keep your eyes closed." Freddie took a deep breath and heard some mild clicking and then felt his arms being pulled behind him, as a soft, almost fluffy, ring encircled each of his wrists. "Handcuffs?" he muttered. "Always the genius, baby…" she said, taking a deep breath of her own before finally saying what he'd been waiting for: "Ok… open them up." Freddie's eyes took a moment to get used to the scene in front of him. ...

... The room was covered in half the candles from their bath experience, and he honestly couldn't even begin to care. Jade stood before him, looking like the absolute fantasy girl, and then some. Her dark makeup was lightened up, giving off a bit more of an innocence vibe. Her hair was up in a ponytail and straightened almost completely. She wore a very red lipstick that clashed with her pale skin and black hair. She was wearing his white shirt which was tucked until tight into her very short plaid skirt. Topped off with a red tie to match her lipstick, and bottomed with a pair of Mary Jane's, she looked like the ideal schoolgirl fantasy. Freddie knew he was already hard just from looking at her, and he knew this was only going to get more heavenly. She slid over to her PearPhone and cued her playlist up to loop, starting with a long remix of Kavinsky's 'Nightcall,' followed by Broken Bells' 'Citizen,' and finishing up with Band of Horses' 'Funeral.' Jade took a couple steps towards her prey, biting her lip softly. Once she was only a foot or so away, she slid her hands down her body, teasing how easily the outfit could come off of her body. As her fingers came back up, she 'accidentally' hooked a finger on her skirt, revealing her ghost-ly thighs, with a hint of black underwear before it fell back down. She quickly undid her hair band, letting the soft and shiny black mass to frame her perfect face as she stared back at him through her hair, giving a wicked smile. Taking another ...