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Giftwrapped
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Archive-name: giftwrapped
Giftwrapped
by Ny
Copyright 1994 Nyani-Iisha F. Martin.
NOTE: Unless you know what you're doing, I wouldn't recommend doing what
Cari did, and I won't be responsible at all for what happens if you do.
Dave wearily dragged himself back to his room, his blue-green eyes
bloodshot. Even his shower had failed to refresh him. What a heckuva
way to spend his twenty-third birthday, he thought as he brushed down
his auburn waves with his hand. Lonely, broke, and overworked. He was
still catching up on the homework he'd missed during the dorm play--
Thinking of the play reminded Dave of Cari. He hadn't seen her since
the night of the cast party. He paused at the door to lean his tall,
sturdy frame against it, thinking of her, tiny and round, 4'11" and 200
pounds, with her honey-brown skin and wide-set bottomless eyes, her lush
headful of dark curls and her Earth-goddess figure. The thought of her
with her hands on her wide little hips, asking to talk to him as if he
wouldn't think of refusing her anything, warmed him so that he barely
noticed how drafty standing in damp boxers was. But then he thought of
why he had refused her offer that night, and why he hadn't told her to
forget about him long before that night, and his face twisted with
embarrassment and annoyance.
It was her weight. Not that he found her too plump for his taste;
rather, he desired her even more for her figure. She was gorgeously
fat. Lush and rounded and warm and soft. He lusted after her
plumpness. He desired her every curve. He wanted her *because* she was
fat; he didn't trust his desire. How could he want her for anything
other than herself? She was very young, too easy to hurt. Furthermore,
how could he want her for *that*? So, he let her be, he never took her
obvious, if unspoken, offer. Yet he could not bring himself to let her
go completely, and hated himself for resorting to hints when he should
speak plainly once and for all.
Dave drew a deep sigh. Cari was a sensible girl, and would eventually
stop chasing him. If worst came to worst, he *was* graduating in a
couple of months. He tried to make himself hope fervently that she
found a guy in her class to throw herself after before then.
Thus barely motivated, Dave dragged himself into his room and pulled the
closet door open--
To see Cari.
Cari tied up.
His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her, kneeling with her
head down, her wrists bound with cotton rope so white it glowed against
her rich, dark skin; her body wound about with rope like a cocoon, or a
spider's web, so much so that he could barely see the flimsy white
clothing she wore; rope looped about her thighs, her knees, spiralling
around her lushly padded tummy and into the soft folds of her flesh;
rope wound individually round each of her barely-draped breasts, holding
each up and out to its own angle, the nipples poking out; rope wound
around her arms like cord bracelets. He stared at her, kneeling among
his shirts and jeans, her tumbled curls falling unbound about her face
and shoulders. And, to his shock and dismay, he found himself getting
very, very hard.
As Dave struggled desperately to keep himself detumescent, Cari slowly
lifted her head, to shock him with the grin on her moon-shaped face.
"Hi," she said, as if she were greeting him in a hallway. "Happy
birthday."
Dave finally found his voice. "Wha-- who-- why are you in my closet
tied up?"
"Oh, this?" she said innocently, looking around at herself. "Giftwrap."
Dave snorted, beginning to be annoyed with his growing erection and with
Cari, its feckless cause. "You had this done to yourself?" When she
nodded, he snorted again. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You *could* untie me."
He rolled his eyes, trying to fend off the surge of lust that threatened
to knock all sense out of his head. This was more than persistent,
worse than kinky, he told himself. "I was *joking* when I said that I
wanted a girl for my birthday," he said with exasperation. "*And* half
drunk."
"Then why did you say that to me?" Cari responded, unperturbed. She
took a deep breath, and Dave saw her breasts rise outwards a little
because of their bonds, saw the pointy little nipples strain a little
harder against the cloth, and felt another surge of lust sweep through
him from the pit of his stomach to his swimming head. Clenching his
fists to control himself, he said threateningly, "I should put you in
the hallway like that."
Cari merely looked up at him with that I-don't-think-so look of hers,
her lush, plump lips set in a sensible line. Dave let out a
longsuffering sigh and bent down to pick her up.
He found, to his surprise, that her thighs had not been tied to her
calves; the way she was kneeling, it merely looked like they had. He
scooped her up, staggering slightly under her weight, and felt the ropes
press into his arms, felt the warmth of her body, her soft skin and hair
against the bare skin of his arms and chest. She didn't loop her arms
over his neck -- well, she couldn't do that, the way they were tied,
loops of rope joining them across her back -- nor even look at him, but
sat proudly in his arms like a young queen.
Like a goddess in her power.
Mentally shoving away his arousal, Dave laid Cari gently down on the
bed, putting her legs down first so she was sitting up, then sat behind
her, his legs folded. "As soon as I have you untied I'm sending you
back to your room," he said, more to himself than to her, as he leaned
forward to work at a knot at the back of her neck and tried to ignore
the dark, faintly-scented curls so close to his face. "God, Cari, what
possessed you to do this? Suppose I hadn't come home till tomorrow?"
"And where would you have gone, straight from the shower?" she asked,
amusement in her voice. "I did this because I thought it would make a
great birthday present for you. I thought that I'd make a great
present," she added in a rather more thoughtful tone of voice. "Don't
tell me you're returning your present!"
"Where should I take you to return you?" he growled, thoroughly annoyed
with the stubborn knot, and the stubborner girl. "You wouldn't stay
returned, I'd bet."
The rope came free with a yank, scraping across the bare skin beneath;
Cari gasped. Dave saw the dark welt rise on her neck, and was instantly
struck to the heart. "Oh, Cari, I'm sorry...." he said, touching the
welt soothingly--
And he was struck by the intense desire to lean forward and kiss it,
kiss her bare, warm, tender throat as she sat bound before him. Yanking
his hand away as if her skin were burning hot, he applied himself to the
next knot down. "Are you OK?" he asked, ignoring the quaver in his
voice.
Cari nodded. "I'm OK."
"So, who tied you up, after all?"
"I'm not telling you."
"What?"
"Not till I'm untied. Or you'll go running off to find them and leave
me here."
Dave pulled his hands off her back, with some difficulty, as the ropes
tumbled off to expose a bare expanse of silky-soft skin crossed only by
two strands. "I should leave you like this now," he retorted, starting
to pick apart the knot in one strand.
Cari merely shrugged, so sure of herself, so arousing and infuriating
that Dave wanted to untie her ankles and take her offered gift with her
still in her bonds--
--WHAT was he THINKING? Dave looked at his lap. In his shower-damp
boxers, his erection was plainly visible, pointing upwards at his face
as if to mock him. It was very hard, very hot, and uncomfortable in its
urgency, and he told it to go down before Cari was untied and saw it.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't take what she was offering.
Why not? said his erection -- and his head as well.
Because she's too young, he told himself.
She's 18, returned his arousal. Perfectly able to know what she's
doing.
But I want her because she's fat, he wailed indecisively, feeling his
resolve weakening.
No, said his heart. You want her because you find her beautiful, inside
and out. And you have enough sense to see her lushness as abundance,
not as a bad thing.
But this is *weird*! Tied up? I thought I was sick for imagining this
kind of thing.
Well, said his conscience impatiently, I guess you aren't.
"Dave?" said Cari, a slightly different note to her voice beneath the
calm self-possessedness. "Are... are you really upset with me?"
Dave's resolve broke at the fear in her voice. She had herself tied up,
made helpless for me, he thought. And dared my rejection. I can't help
but be attracted to bravery like that.
"I mean," she went on, "if this was really *that* stupid... I-- I
thought that you wanted me, and didn't want to act on it because I *am*
younger than you are. I figured that if I showed you that I really do
know what I'm doing.... I guess that, since I'm so fat, you don't want
me. I wouldn't blame you...."
Her voice trailed off, as Dave tried to tell her somehow how wrong she
was. The words jammed in his throat. "No, no, Cari," he finally
croaked. "No, I want you. I-- I think you're beautiful."
She turned to look at him, and his heart caught with pain; her face was
streaked with tears. She'd been crying and he hadn't even known it.
"You do?"
Dave didn't bother to struggle with words. He threw his long arms
around her and pulled her into his lap, one hand on her rounded cheek,
to hold her face as he kissed her soft cheeks, kissing away her tears.
He felt her warm softness in his arms as she moaned softly with joy and
squirmed closer to him, felt her soft skin beneath his hand, her silky
curls across his arm, the soft, solid pressure of her body squirming
delightfully across his lap, and wondered how he could have been so
stupid as to deny himself this offered joy for so long.
Soon, though, her arms caught him in the chest, and he remembered that
she was still tied up. Slipping her off his lap, he took her by her
upper arms, gently holding her a little away from him, and kissed her on
her warm, full lips. He felt her stiffen in surprise, then moan again
and move towards him, opening her lips--
And he sat back, and laughed at the look on her face. "What was *that*
for?" she demanded, as he thoroughly enjoyed how her breasts moved with
her indignant breathing.
"For the torment *I'm* going through," he responded, and watched as her
face lit up with a smile. "Besides, I have to finish untying you."
"So, you aren't sending me back to my room after all," she asked slyly,
turning back around as he slid his hands over her back, marveling at how
rich and smooth her skin felt; her skin feels the way the best cream
tastes, he thought, and nearly laughed at himself. "I should," he said,
making her groan in annoyance, "but I won't. "
"Good," said Cari, leaning backwards into his hands. "You *do* like me,
in spite of my size?"
Dave took a deep breath, then another. "I like you because of it," he
finally said, to himself as well as to her. "I like you because you're
brave and sweet and daring and foolhardy." He leaned over to kiss her
shoulder, where a dark rope-welt stood out lividly, and she cooed and
squirmed against her bonds, making him smile, all her infuriating,
remote self-possessedness gone. "And because you are lush and beautiful
and rounded. I like women who are fatter than stick-figure supermodels,
or Playboy Barbie dolls, and I like them because they are large. And I
had the hardest time admitting that to myself."
The two ropes crossing in the middle of Cari's back suddenly parted
under Dave's hand, and her flimsy top, really a large handkerchief, fell
forward. "Ooops," he said, as her breasts tumbled free of their bonds.
"I didn't mean--"
"Well, *I* did," said Cari slyly, turning her head to look naughtily at
him through her tousled curls. She sighed deeply; Dave saw the swell of
her breast rise past where her back blocked the view, and found himself
wanting to touch it so badly he could feel his desire in the pit of his
stomach. "I'm glad you untied them. I think I had those tied a little
tight."
Dave planting his hands on her warm, smooth shoulders, leaned over to
look at her front; her beautiful heavy breasts were indeed spiraled with
darker, redder rope welts. "You're covered in welts!" he exclaimed.
"Next time you have *got* to be more careful!"
Cari laughed. "You intend to make me do this again?" she said, leaning
backwards into Dave's arms, inviting his hands to her lush breasts. He
slipped his arms around her and hesitantly touched them, afraid to hurt
her. When she sighed with pleasure and arched her back, driving her
curly head into his shoulder and her wide rump into his crotch, he
cupped them firmly in his hands, feeling them warm and soft ,
overflowing his hands, the little nipples hard against his palms.
"Hmmmm," he said warmly. "Would you do this again? Have you done it
before?"
Without opening her eyes, and with all the archness she could still
muster, Cari breathily murmured, "Wouldn't *you* like to know?" Dave
responded by rotating his hands around her breasts, the twin circular
caresses making her moan and arch her back, straining attractively
against her bonds, wriggling over his erection so vigorously that
concentric waves of heat washed through him, their centers his almost
painfully hard erection and her lusciously full, warm rump atop it.
Dave wanted her so badly that he doubted that he could keep his hands
steady enough to finish untying her. "Cari," he murmured into her hair,
feeling the soft locks move over his face," where are the rest of the
knots? I *really* have to get these ropes off you..."
"At my waist," she breathed, still arching her back, thrusting her
breasts into his hands. She sighed in disappointment as his hands left
her breasts to struggle with the knots. He all but ripped them asunder
in his impatience. Soon, they were undone, and Cari's skirt, a simple
length of flimsy cloth, tumbled off with them.
"Mmmmm," said Cari, stretching eagerly as Dave pulled the mass of cords
off and flung them away. "It feels good to be untied. They *were* a
little tight-- whoa!" Dave suddenly pulled her backwards and atop him,
rolling from beneath her so that he lay beside the now-supine Cari on
his side. She looked up at him with wide, surprised, but utterly
fearless eyes as he slipped one arm beneath her and planted the other
hand beside her, placing his body over hers, looking down into her eyes.
"You want this, Cari?" he asked. He had to be sure. "You really want
me to--"
Dave's question was cut short as Cari threw her still-bound hands around
his neck and drew his face to hers to kiss him forcefully, her full lips
warm against his. When she let go, she looked up at him, his nose
nearly touching hers, and gently whispered, "Of course I do. What did
you think?" with that outrageous temerity that made Dave's passion
flare.
"Oh, Cari," he murmured with all his heart. What else could he say?
"Oh, Cari."
She smiled up at him, half saucy, half tender, and kissed him again,
deeply this time, as she wrapped her plump legs around his waist,
pushing at his waistband with her toes. Dave obligingly pried off his
boxers with one hand, then sank that hand deep into Cari's warm curves,
into the flesh around her lower back, holding her to him and kissing her
hard. He felt her draw her body up against his, felt her full, lush
breasts and belly press firmly against him, felt her gasp into his kiss
as he held her tighter still, his hand pressing into one of the fading
rope-welts. He wanted to sit back, to kiss each mark and each
unblemished spot on her skin, to enjoy her bountifulness with time and
ease, and yet he wanted to have her, wanted to let her surround him
utterly, so badly his blood boiled. As if she sensed his conflict and
wanted to end it for him, Cari wriggled herself against Dave till the
head of his member felt itself sliding against indescribably warm, wet
softness.
This was too much for Dave. With a groan he pulled Cari against him,
breaking the kiss to bury his face in her soft, scented neck as he
plunged into her hot tightness, burying himself to the hilt, feeling
himself hit her cervix. Instantly, even as he felt her body clasp him
welcomingly, he felt a pang of remorse. He shouldn't have taken her
like that, so suddenly--
Dave's last conscious thoughts were driven away as Cari arched her back
beneath him, tightening her legs around his waist, clamping him in a
silken vise, and let out a sound between a scream and a whoop, as she
came. Dave, shocked and delighted, felt her come, pulsating around him,
felt the tidal wave of her pleasure wash over him, sweeping him away
with it, awash in a sea of pleasure, as he felt her shudder all around
him, and came himself.
He collapsed against Cari as she let her legs fall to either side of his
thighs. He buried his face in her neck again, feeling her pulse beating
deep below her skin, as his own heart pounded in his ears. "Cari?" he
finally murmured.
"Mmmmmm?" she responded dazedly.
"No, I just wanted to say you. To say, 'Cari,'" he replied as he
reluctantly rolled out of her, just to pull her beside him into his
arms, feeling her warmth and softness, now slightly sheened with sweat.
He nestled his face into her hair, smelling it and smelling her, and she
snuggled against him for a long moment more before either spoke again.
Finally, he said, rather sheepishly, "Cari, I'm sorry that I came that
fast--"
Cari gripped his hair, rather painfully; when he looked at her in
surprise, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him again, as heatedly
as if she had not just knocked him over with her passion. Dave began to
squeeze her again when she let go to drape her arms round his neck and
look him in the eye. "No, you have nothing to be sorry for," she said
seriously, with a hint of anger. "Unless you intend to get up and go do
your homework now," she added, the anger dissolving into a smile.
Dave laughed. "All right. Although I'll keep saying it if you keep
kissing me like that." He tried to sit up and felt her hands against
his neck, the rope still joining them, and laughed as she did.
They struggled up to a sitting position, and Cari laid her hands in
Dave's so he could untie them. "How long were you tied up, anyway?" he
asked, looking studiously at his work and not at her unabashed
nakedness.
"Oh, not too long," she said airily. "Marty and I waited for you to
leave for the shower--"
"*Marty* tied you up?" He stopped to look back up at her. She stuck
out her tongue impishly at him; he leaned forward to kiss her for a
long, warm, moment, her lips soft and easy against his, before he sat
back and she went on.
"Yes, Marty. You'd be surprised at what she knows about knots." Cari's
eye gleamed, as if *she* knew a thing or two herself. "As I was
saying," she said archly," we snuck in then, and she tied me up really
fast. I think that's why everything was so tight."
Dave shook his head. "You are incredible," he said, awestruck.
"There's so much of you that I don't know."
"Well, there's much of you that *I* don't know," said Cari sensibly, but
her eyes twinkled with joy.
"Yes," agreed Dave, freeing the small wrists and plump hands. "And I
intend for both of us to learn each other. I firmly intend to learn
you," he added, kissing both her palms and the inside of one wrist where
the rope had left a red mark, and then kissing a path along the inside
of that arm as he felt her lay the other on his already-hardening penis,
wrapping her little hand around him.
Cari's only response was to coo for joy.
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