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A Present for Austin (25)
“He’s never going to notice me,” I told Taylor and Brooke with a heavy sigh. “At least not that I’m a woman. We’re friends. I’m stuck there, forever in limbo.” Sadly it was true. Austin and I were buddies, the best of buddies. I’d gotten him through his breakup with Jasmine. He’d cried on my shoulder.
“We’ve got a plan,” Taylor announced. Glancing over, I saw Brooke nodding.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I replied.
“He’ll notice you, that you are a flesh and blood female, and if he doesn’t. I mean, if this doesn’t work, then he’s gay.”
“Austin’s not gay,” I said. The idea was preposterous.
“Okay, he’s not gay,” Taylor admitted. “That’s why this is the best idea ever.”
I sighed. “Okay. I’m listening. But if it’s crazy, then forget it.”
“It is crazy, but keep an open mind,” Taylor continued. “Tomorrow is Austin’s birthday, right? The 18th, exactly one week before Christmas.”
“Yep, tomorrow. What a terrible time of year for a birthday, right! That’s why his party is on Saturday. We turn it into a Christmas party, double duty, and it works. His birthday gets lost in the shuffle, but that’s how it’s always been, even when he was little,” I said. He and I had talked about his birthday at length.
Brooke spoke up. “But his actual birthday is tomorrow. And who’s he celebrating it with?”
“All his friends, but on Saturday,” I repeated.
“No, tomorrow, his actual birthday. It’ll be just the two of you, right?”
“But that’s because it’s Thursday.” Every Thursday, Austin and I got together for pizza. Then we’d binge watch our current show, whatever it was. A wonderful, but frustratingly platonic evening.
“So, when he gets home, there will be this big present in the middle of the room. I’m not sure what we put on the tag, but he’ll open it. He’ll find you inside.”
“That’s corny. I’m not getting in a box. I’d feel stupid.”
“But here’s the kicker,” Taylor continued. “Brooke and I are going to tie you up – naked. So it won’t be your fault. You can blame us.”
“Naked? Oh, right!” I chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
After quite a bit of arm twisting (not to mention a series of margaritas), I’d agreed to their plan, but with one very significant alteration. I’d be wearing lingerie, a bra and panty set – of my choosing. It did seem crazy, but what did I have to lose? If Austin was never going to come to the realization that I was a member of the opposite sex, then I’d have to move on. I was ready to experience love. Friendship was nice, but of my group of friends, I was the last virgin – and not by choice.
The following evening at 5:00pm, Taylor, Brooke, and I rendezvoused at Austin’s apartment. My stomach was in knots. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. The only thing helping was that I’d found a pretty bra and panty set to wear for the occasion. They were attractive, but fairly conservative.
The bottoms weren’t granny panties, not by any stretch, but only the lower half of my butt would be bare. Similarly, the matching bralette provided full coverage, but no support. Being light on top, I’d never needed much in the way of a bra. But even though my nipples would be hidden from view, their shape might be apparent – that is, if it was cold or I got excited. But I was fine with that, us small-breasted women had to use our nipples to our best advantage.
All in all, the set covered about what my bikini did, and Austin had seen me in that a number times.
“Okay, strip,” Taylor commanded. I frowned at her, but a couple of minutes later, I was standing in front of my two friends in just my new underwear.
“Very nice,” said Brooke, seemingly admiring my good taste in lingerie.
I looked at the nylon rope that Taylor was removing from its plastic wrap. It looked rather beefy given that it was only intended to hold a woman, but I was glad about that. Hopefully, it wouldn’t cut into my skin. I didn’t like the idea of being tied up, but it did seem to be the perfect alibi. If Austin unwrapped his present, and didn’t like what was inside – even if he did – I could simply claim that I’d been duped. That my friends (I’d call them my ‘former’ friends) had tricked me.
A few minutes later, my arms were completely out of commission behind my back. Not only had they tied my wrists together, but my elbows as well. I’d done my share of complaining, but I had been outvoted, two against one. Sometimes, democracy is a bitch. They’d explained to me how much they liked how it forced my tits out – that Austin was going to love it – love them.
They were maybe right, but even so, I was already blushing. I couldn’t begin to imagine how embarrassed I was going to be when Austin opened the box and found me in that chest-out position.
Once they were done with my arms, they had me sit so they could tie my legs together. With rope around my ankles, I was starting to feel helpless, almost panicky. Fortunately, I’d just emptied my bladder. I was glad about that. Austin would be there about 6:15. He was always on time; he got off work at six.
Once my ankles were tied, they laid me on my side and ran the rope up to my wrists. “Wait, I didn’t agree to this,” I complained, as I felt the rope being looped through the ropes that held my arms together.
“It’s best this way,” Taylor explained as she started pulling my legs up behind me. “You’d never agree to be tied up like this … and you’d never in a million years be able to do it yourself.”
“Exactly, now untie me.” But while I was trying to talk them out of what they were doing, I felt my knees bending and my thighs being stretched. They tied things off such that my wrists were between my ankles. I felt so vulnerable. My breasts had been jutting out before, but now with my back arched, the position was much more extreme. And what was worse, I couldn’t even get my legs all the way together.
Okay, you guys have had your fun. Now untie me,” I insisted.
“You’re not going to shut up, are you?” Taylor remarked, looking into my eyes.
“I most certainly am not,” I replied. There was no way I was backing down. I agreed to be tied up, hands and feet, but not in this position. “Now untie me! I’m not doing this.”
“I’m afraid you are,” said Brooke. “Austin will find you irresistible. You’ll thank us later.”
“Exactly,” Taylor chimed in. “You’ll be naming your babies after us.”
“Speaking of babies,” Brooke said. “I’m taping these to the rope behind your back. Condoms … more than enough. They’re red and green. Tis the season! Austin will find them. He’ll know what to do.”
“Untie me,” I demanded. “You two are out of control.”
“We forgot mistletoe,” Taylor lamented, “but fortunately not this.” She was holding up a gag – a rubber ball on a strap.
“Don’t even think about that,” I said looking at it apprehensively.
But there was little that I could do. I was outnumbered and had always been very ticklish. The more I struggled, the easier if was for them, and the tighter the knots holding my hands and feet got.
Less than a minute later, I had the red rubber ball in my mouth. It tasted awful – probably because it was new. I kept yelling at them to stop, but the gag was doing its job. Slobber was pouring out of my mouth, but not much in terms of coherent sentences.
“How about this blindfold?” Taylor asked, holding it up so that I could get a look. It was also red and green. I shook my head adamantly. I didn’t want any of it, not the blindfold, not the gag, not the ropes – nothing – not anymore.
“Okay,” she said. “Just don’t forget that I gave you the option.”
That’s when I saw the scissors in Brooke’s hands. “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?” she asked, looking at Taylor.
“Let’s flip a coin,” Taylor suggested. “Tails, panties. Heads, bra.”
I watched in horror as the coin went into the air.
“Tails, I win. I get to do the panties!” Brooke celebrated. Moments later, I felt cold steel near my hip. And then she was cutting. My brand new panties! I’d only just taken the tags off. “Aren’t you glad we talked you into shaving?” she asked, bringing her head within inches of my pussy. “Taylor, look how wet she is.”
Taylor leaned close and they both had a nice chuckle at my expense.
Taking the scissors from Brooke, Taylor took her turn, cutting my cute little bra into a pile of worthless fabric. I couldn’t believe what they were doing. ‘Naked’ had been their original idea, but we’d had an agreement.
“Austin’s going to love his present,” Brooke said as they lowered the colorfully-wrapped box over me, plunging my world into darkness.
Lying there on my side, as defenseless as I’d ever been, I waited for the inevitable. I found myself revisiting the blindfold decision. Would I be happier with one on? I tried to imagine how Austin was going to react. Was I glad that I was going to be able to see his expression when he saw that it was me and realized that I was naked?
But what if he was disappointed? I decided that I probably didn’t have much to worry about in that regard. Even if he only liked me as a friend, I was attractive – not hot, but at the very least, pretty. Surely he’d get a kick out of seeing me naked. And then I was thinking about the condoms behind my back. There’d been a lot of them – a whole string. Was I about to lose my virginity? Would I let that happen? A shiver rippled through me.
I knew Austin would untie me. He wouldn’t take advantage. Being seen naked – that was out of my control. Having sex with him? I decided that I was going to keep an open mind about that. It would depend on how things developed. He was, after all, the man I fantasized about. When I daydreamed about losing my virginity, it was always Austin between my legs doing the honors.
Trying to get my heart rate under control, I heard a key in the lock. A moment later, the door creaked open. Then there were footsteps. I was wondering how quickly he’d notice the large present in the middle of the room when I heard a quiet voice, a female voice – and then more footsteps – lots of footsteps. I held my breath. What the hell?
And then there were more voices, hushed voices. Several conversations were taking place. I couldn’t make out what was being said.
A male voice rose above the din. “Okay, everyone, he should be here in about five. Find your hiding place and Susie, turn the light back off.”
“Look, a present,” a different male voice remarked.
I stiffened, expecting the worst, but nothing happened. There was quiet shuffling and some giggling in the room around me.
I was sweating in the confines of the box. There wasn’t quite enough air, and my heart was pounding in my chest. In a momentary lapse of sanity, I considered hopping up and running out of Austin’s apartment. I quickly remembered that I wasn’t going anywhere. I was naked and securely bound. Oh, why hadn’t I opted for the blindfold?
And then I again heard a key in the lock, and the door opening.
“Three, two, one,” I heard a faint female voice count.
“Surprise!” twenty or more voices yelled in unison. A party erupted around me.
I lay there wondering how long I had. I recognized a few of the voices, but some I didn’t. Everyone was talking at once. I felt happy for Austin. Someone had arranged a surprise party for him! But who? And why hadn’t I been invited?
And then I heard Austin’s voice. “Jimmy, where’s Bailey?”
“I thought she’d be here,” Jimmy replied. “Don’t you two always spend Thursdays together?”
“We do, and she has a key. She’s always here when I get home.” It was true. I usually had the pizza in the oven baking when he walked in. I liked pretending I was a 1950s housewife, welcoming her husband home from a grueling day at the office.
I was trembling, on pins and needles, hoping that the box in the middle of the room might be forgotten but knowing that, sooner or later, it would become the center of attention.
“Who brought this shitty beer?” someone asked.
“Who cares, there’s vodka,” came another voice.
“To Austin,” someone said, proposing a toast.
“To Austin,” everyone echoed.
“Where the hell is Bailey?” I heard him ask. “Someone call her.”
While I was wondering where my phone was, the inevitable happened. “Who’s this present from?” someone asked. I felt the box move. Someone had hit or kicked it.
“Open your present, birthday boy,” a voice encouraged.
“Okay, but who’s it from?” I heard Austin ask.
“The tag doesn’t say,” someone replied.
“Just open it.”
The box shifted slightly and a bit of light came in around the bottom. Trembling, angry at Brooke and Taylor, I squeezed my eyes shut, again wondering why I hadn’t gone for the blindfold.
I felt cool air envelop my sweaty body as the box went up and away. A collective gasp escaped everyone’s lips as they saw what the box contained. I cracked open an eye, but the room was too bright.
A moment later, Austin’s face was against mine, one of his hands against my back. “Bailey, what’s going on? Who did this to you?” Looking up into his eyes, I saw tears on his cheek – my tears. Realizing just how I must look, how naked I was, I started crying in earnest. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, only there was no hole and I couldn’t even crawl. And why, oh why, had I worn makeup?
I couldn’t answer him, not with the gag, but that was probably for the best. Any attempt at explaining my predicament would have had me saying the wrong things.
“I’m so sorry, Bailey,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. But then he stood up and turned to face the crowd. In that instant, I saw phones. My embarrassment was complete. Everything was being recorded.
“Everyone out! The party’s over!” Austin started yelling. He was such a good guy. He couldn’t fix this, but he was going to try.
“Wait, where’s Luke?” I heard him ask.
“Here,” Luke replied. But no sooner had he said that, than Austin took a swing at him, connecting solidly with his jaw. Luke stumbled and then tripped.
“Out! Out! Out!” Austin was shouting. There was a mad scramble for the door. I’d never seen Austin like this.
A minute later, only the two of us were left. Austin locked the door. He then closed the curtain and shut off a few of the lights. I was glad about that. I was sure I had raccoon eyes from crying.
In the next instant, Austin was back down on the floor next to me. He applied himself first to the knots holding my legs up behind me, his fingers in contact with my bare butt. I was trying to relax, to get a grip on myself. It was difficult. I was naked. All of our friends had seen my tits, my shaved pussy. A number of them had photos, video even.
“I’m so, so sorry,” he said. “Luke’s so unpredictable. He’s also an ass. But I never thought he’d go this far. I shouldn’t have told him that I’d fallen in love with you … obviously. If only I’d had the guts to ask you out rather than confide in him. I’m so sorry, Bailey. So, so sorry. How will you ever be able to forgive me? All my fault.” His eyes were as leaky as mine. We were both a mess.
I lay there wishing that he’d take off my gag. Not because I had something to say. I had someone to kiss. Had I heard right? Had he really just said that he’d fallen in love with me? Suddenly I was crying again. Happy tears.
He leaned down, and kissed one of my eyes. I started laughing through the gag. It wasn’t funny, but it was – on some level anyway.
I stretched my jaw, wiggling it side to side, once I was finally free of the gag. “You love me?” I asked timidly, almost inaudibly, looking up and trying to see deep into Austin’s eyes.
He looked as uncertain as I felt, but he nodded. “I do. I have for a long time.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said, wrapping my arms around his head and pulling his face to mine. Our lips locked together in passion. It was our first real kiss. It went on and on. I felt his hands exploring up and down my bare back. Suddenly naked felt right.
I did end up losing my virginity that evening. Thank God, for those condoms. Red and green – so Christmassy. We tried both colors.
Eighteen months later, I was a June bride. Luke was Austin’s best man. And two years after that, I gave birth to twins. We named them after my bridesmaids, Brooke and Taylor.
And they all lived happily ever after.
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