Sara's POV

"Hello!" Tegan and I walk in the door of our childhood friend Christy's house.

"My girls!" Christy runs up to us gives us massive hugs, kissing us both on the cheek. "Come meet some trouble makers." She guides is through her nice house, taking us into the living room.

We are greeted with more guests strewn all over the room. People siting on couches and the floor, some people smoking cigarettes, some drinking wine.

"Hello," Tegan and I greet. We go to sit on the love seat. How ironic.

"These are my childhood mates," Christy announces. She's all smiles as everyone says their greetings. "Food is in the kitchen girls!"

"Good cause we're starving," Tegan says, standing up. "What do ya have, Chris?"
She pats at her button down, smoothing it out.

"Veggie tray, some pasta and meatballs." Christy smiles at us as we make our way to the kitchen. "I know how you guys like to eat," she calls. "Help yourselves!"

"Thanks Chris," Tegan and I say in unison. I lead the way and push the kitchen door open.

"Are we making friends today?" Tegan asks. She grabs a plate and begins to fill it.

"When we all start drinking yeah. It's pretty great to see Christy." I take a plate of my own and mimic Tegan's action.

She laughs. "Yeah, that's true." She grabs a beer from the ice bin on the island.

I watch her for a minute, avert my eyes and clear my throat. "Wanna fuck?" I giggle when Tegan pauses and looks at me with a blaze in her eyes.

"Really?" She looks behind her and lowers her voice. "Here? We can't do that."

I reach in my bra and pull out a leather rope. "I come prepared."

Tegan's POV

I set my plate down and place my hands on my hips. "They're gonna notice we've been gone a while. Do you have a plan for that?"

Sara is silent while she ponders. "I'll tell her that you and Lindsay are going through something and I have to console you. And then you can take it in her pantry."

I think about this. "Alright. Go ahead." I position myself in Christy's walk in pantry, waiting for Sara. There is so much room in here! I push aside some food on the bottom shelf and I sit.

"No, no! It's okay, I got it. Thanks Christy!" I hear Sara call out and the kitchen door closes. Sara's face appears in front of mine and she closes the door behind her. She pulls on the string to the lightbulb. "She wanted to come help."

"Good thing she didn't." I breathe out as Sara stands me up, wraps my wrists together and ties them to the middle shelf.

"If someone comes in through that kitchen door you have to stay extra quiet." Sara takes off her shirt and unbuttons mine. She immediately palms my breasts.

"Yes ma'am." I moan when Sara rips off my bra but I'm soon quieted by a sharp bite on my left nipple.

"You're not allowed to cum." Sara looks me in the eye and smirks.

"Are you kidding?" The leather rope is tight against my skin. I look up over my head to make sure that the shelf will hold my weight. It looks sturdy.

"Nope. Payback's a bitch isn't it?" She unzips my pants and shoves her hand in, moving my clit in a circular motion at lightening speed.

"Oh Sara please! I know I tortured you but come on!"

Sara smirks and shrugs at me. "Sorry. No I'm not." She rubs me a bit more then removes her hand. She takes my chin in her hand and squeezes. "Suck me." She shoves my head down into her chest.

I run my tongue along each tit and suck like I'm told. Maybe then she'll let me cum. My wrists start to hurt with how tight she's bound me.

Sara sticks one hand in her own pants and the other in mine. She plays with us both and we silently moan, not breaking eye contact. She removes her hand from my pants but she keeps playing with herself.

"You're gonna watch me cum," Sara says breathlessly. "Poor baby."

Sara's POV

"Sara. Come on." Tegan whines. She watches longingly as I cum all over my fingers. I shove them in her mouth.

"Shh, Tegan." I take my fingers back from her oven-like mouth and pull her pants down. I get on my knees and place a leg over my shoulder. I stick my face right into her dripping cunt.

"Ungh." Tegan looks down at me and bites her lip. She starts grinding on my face when I pull away. "What the fuck?! I was so close!"

I grab her throat. "Sucks doesn't it." The look in her eyes move me inside. I stare at her a bit longer. I shove my tongue down her throat, roam the whole perimeter and sink back down to my knees.

"Sara please make me cum. Oh please." I slap her ass for her to shut it because the kitchen door opens. We are silent as we hear rummaging around and then the sound of ice. We relax when the door opens and closes again.

"Stay quiet." I suck on her clit and pump her with my middle and ring finger. Tegan moans with her mouth closed, her eyes shut.

"Oh fuck," she silently screams unloading into my tilted upwards mouth. I come up to her and kiss her ever so deeply, untying her wrists.

"Get dressed." I say, putting my shirt back on. I lead the way again out the kitchen door.

"Is she alright?" Christy asks, concern sketching a frown on her face and worry in her eyes. The other guests await my answer. Just as I'm about to answer, Tegan emerges out. All eyes on her.

She's all smiles. "I am now."