Warning: Contains scenes with urine
We had been friends for as long as I could remember. We have never been intimate. Not that I didn’t want to, but Emily was my friend and touching her in any sexual way would ruin our friendship. Of that I was sure. We had just watched a couple of movies with some of our other friends. Emily was the only one who had not gone home yet. She sat on the couch next to me, while our eyes still fixed on the opposite wall, where the credits of the last movie rolled from bottom to top over the television screen. An easy silence enveloped us. Emily looked up at me, but I kept my eyes on the credits.
“Please, will you spank me?” she asked softly.
This was not a strange request. Spanking her is something I had done frequently during our friendship. There had never been sex, and never would be, but spanking her would probably continue until she had a relationship. And probably after that too.
“Is that why your stayed behind, little one?”
She loved it when I called her that in the past and she still did. She jumped up with a gleeful giggle and quickly pulled off her clothes. Standing naked in front of me – also not the first time this had happened – I see the mischief in her eyes. I had the feeling that I would soon find out where the twinkling came from.
“Let’s go to the playroom,” I suggested. Emily smiled and ran up the stairs in front of me. When I entered our playroom she was tying the cuffs around her wrists. She held her arms up so I could attach the hooks to the straps hanging from the bondage frame in the middle of the room. While I looked for a paddle, Emily took her position: spread legs and her bottom pushed backwards. It was clearly an invitation.
I started relatively soft. Emily tightened her muscles as I upped the tempo as well as the force of the strokes. Suddenly Emily pulled her legs up and hanging from her arms, she pressed her legs together. A deep sigh escaped her lips. She had never done this before. I walked around her to see what she was doing,. She stared at the ceiling, then pulled her up on her arms and that was when the urine spurted from between her legs. It was a beautiful sight. Slowly she lowered her legs. Urine ran down the insides of her thighs to the floor. She looked at the puddle between her feet, spread her legs and pushed her bottom backwards again while she stretched her arms.
I moved back in behind her and now the tempo was high and the strokes hard. Emily huffed and puffed and fought against the straps holding her arms in place. The last strokes were exceptionally hard. I knew that made her intensely wet and horny. The moment after the last stroke landed across her behind, I untied her hands. Her nipples were erect and hard and as soon as she was untied, she kneeled and fiercely rubbed her clitoris. It took less than a minute for her to climax.
I left her alone and came back with a mop. She held her hand out to take it from me.
“Go take a shower, I will do it.”
“I can do it too…”
“Just go, Em.”
When I was done mopping, I glanced inside the bathroom as I walked by. Emily was under the shower and looked at me. Her eyes were dark and a slight smile played around her lips.
“If you want to, you can finger me…”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but that I would do anything to preserve our friendship.
Immediately she started touching herself again. I left her and went back downstairs, picked up the remote control and started searching for another movie to watch. I had to focus on something else than my own excitement.
© Rebel’s Notes
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