We Can Keep A Secret… Pt. 1

“It is so damn hot” I said as I opened the window in my bedroom.

Being that I was on the second floor of my house, I looked forward to a nice breeze to blow through my bedroom on that September evening.

I walked into my bathroom, turned the shower on and removed my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning around from left to right. The Zumba classes were paying off, along with the monthly membership to the tanning bed. I unclasped my bra, finally letting my 36Ds go free. I instinctively rubbed them, gently squeezing them. God, it felt good to be out of the bra. I wiggled out of the matching thong, throwing it in the pile of dirty clothes I had promised to wash that weekend. After the day I had, I wanted a hot shower, and to climb in my bed.

I had finished a day of jury deliberation followed by the gym. My body ached from all the workouts I was putting it through.

Stepping into the shower felt like heaven on my sweaty body. I stood there, letting the water run down my body. I dipped my head back, getting my blonde highlighted hair wet before shaking and squeezing the Pantene shampoo in my hand. As I washed my hair, I thought I heard a sound, pausing, I realized it was probably Chinco, my neighbor’s German Shephard barking.

I stepped out the shower, wrapping both my hair and body in towels, before returning to my bedroom.

“Ahhh yes” I said as the breeze blew in.

I had a ‘Bridges of Madison County’ moment when I took the towel off, stood there butt naked in front of the window, letting the breeze blow on me. I grabbed my oversized UGA t-shirt that belonged to my college boyfriend, Barry. His size 4x totally swamped my 5’6, 155 pound self. The shirt swallowed me which is what I loved about it. It was my favorite thing to sleep in. That shirt and nothing else. I loved sleeping in that shirt, no panties. I was a firm believer that a free-breathing pussy was a happy pussy. Barry loved that about me. He would come over, climb into my bed in the middle of the night and I would wake up to his fingers deep in my pussy, rubbing my clit or even better, his face in my pussy. I loved the way he would take my pussy, he never asked for me. whenever he wanted it, I gave it up freely to him. He and I may have broken up a few weeks earlier, but a few of his clothes remained with me, including his UGA boxer shorts that I wore whenever my monthly was here. I looked at my phone, debating if I should call him. I was in the mood for a cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck a big, thick country cock and who better than Barry. Instead, I called my mom back.

“Hey mom, sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower” I said as I lotioned my legs.
“How was work today?”
“I don’t even want to talk about it, it was THAT bad” I said.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s a stressful case.” She said sighing.
“Yeah and the defense attorney has something up his sleeve, I just don’t know what.”
“Is it more jury selection tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yeah, trial should start next week hopefully” I said as I rubbed lotion on my butt and back of my thighs.
“Ok, well, keep me posted….you’ll do great. You are your father’s daughter, you’re tough and I know you will handle this case brilliantly” she said.

I smiled to myself. My mom always knew how to encourage me.

“Thanks mom, let me get to bed, early and long day tomorrow”
“Oh by the way, have you spoken to Josh?” she asked.
“No, I called him earlier and we talked but he is working late tonight.” I said speaking of my brother.
“I texted him, but it was no response”
“You know how he is, I am sure he will get back to you tomorrow.” I said.
“Don’t forget about Sunday” she said reminding me about dinner for my dad’s birthday.
“I won’t mom.”
“Prosecutor or not…..your dad’s birthday is important young lady.”
“I will be there I’ve already moved all my plans, don’t worry.” I said laughing.
My mom always had a way of sliding in my job title in every conversation.
“Ok, goodnight, sleep tight, turn the alarm on,” she said.
“I will and I have.” I assured her before hanging up.

I put my cell phone on silent, set the alarm and finished lotioning up before climbing into bed. My hair would air dry and sleeping without panties would allow the rest of me to breathe too.

I smelled the cologne before anything. I didn’t hear a sound, only noticed the smell. I opened my eyes to turn over and as soon as I started to move, he was on me. He was on top of my comforter, yet he was straddling me. I could taste the leather from his gloves as I tried to open my mouth to scream. His hand was covering my mouth, holding it shut, clamped down…. tight. My eyes tried desperately to make out the figure, but I couldn’t see a thing, there was no light illuminating from anywhere. My eyes darted to the left towards my closest, I had a Louisville slugger bat in there. They darted to the right, my dresser had a Glock .45 in the top drawer that my brother bought me for my birthday. That wouldn’t do my any good, it was on the other side of the room. That’s when I felt it. The cold metal against my temple.

‘Oh my God, I am about to die’ I thought to myself.

“Make a sound and I will fucking kill you bitch.” He whispered in my ear.

He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my ears.

“Do you understand” he asked.
I nodded my head, trying to figure out any details that I could. My mind was racing in a thousand directions.

“Good girl” he said gently smacking my cheek.

Every part of me was shaking.

“Do not make me hurt you Kristin” he said as he held the gun to my head.

His free hand ran down the front of my body, stopped just before the comforter that laid over me.

My breathing was so rapid.

He removed something from his pocket and reached over to cover my mouth. I knew immediately it was duct tape. It was uncomfortable on my skin. The adhesive got on my tongue a little and it was a disgusting taste.

‘Dear God please….’ I said to myself as tears started running down my face.

He grabbed first my right arm and then my left arm, crossing them over my head. I turned my head to see what he was doing, and that’s when I felt the fabric against my arm. He seemed to slowly drag what I thought was a scarf or shirt slowly over my arms. He tied my wrists around the rails of my headboard.

‘NOOOOOO’ I tried screaming but it was in vain. Only a sound came out. I cried harder, which didn’t help. I was breathing heavy and with the duct tape, could only breathe through my nose, which was now stopped up.

“Shhhhhh” he said like I was a child.

He tied the knot tight, I had no room to move or any hope of getting free.
Just when I thought he was done, he pulled another piece of fabric from his pocket, I could make out he was coming closer to me. I started moving my head around.

“Keep still.” He said.

I refused to listen and kept moving my head all around.

“Keep fucking still or I will hurt you.” He said with a more authoritative tone.
He blindfolded me, I couldn’t see a thing. The idea of not seeing combined with unable to move as too much for me.
He seemed to sit back, pausing, as if to admire his work.

Then it started…..

I heard what sounded like keys jiggling in his pants as he took them off. I could hear him open a container and drink something, just standing there, looking at me.

‘Breathe Kristin, breathe, focus’
I tried, in vain, to wiggle around to free myself.
They taught us in undergrad to take notice of details, smells, and the sound of his voice.

“Moving all around will only make it worse” he said.

He stood for a moment, watching me, before he pulled the comforter off and threw it on the floor. Once it was off, I was exposed. I tried to twist my body, cross my legs, but I was tied so tight, I couldn’t.

“God you’re beautiful” he said as he ran his hand up my right leg.

I tried screaming, only noise was coming out. No audio words.
He reached over me pushed my shirt up to my neck. I was completely naked.
His hands ran up and down my body, first on the sides, then he rubbed my stomach, as if to calm me down.

“I won’t hurt you” he said.

I was breathing heavy, trying to calm down. Tears streaming down my face.

“No no, I won’t hurt you” he said again, more to himself this time, rubbing my thigh, up the back of my ass.

His hands were rough; like he had callouses all over. But his touch……it was erotic.
His other hand rubbed my right breasts, the palm of his hand ran across the nipple, getting it hard.

“Niiiiccceeee” he said feeling it grow under his hand.

He bent down and licked the nipple. It caught me by surprise. His tongue was cold, wet and it felt….different on my skin. My body temperature clearly was up; my heart was racing. When he bought down, I got a whiff of his cologne. It was intoxicating.

He licked, he moved from one nipple to the next.

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ I thought to myself as I felt my pussy waking up.

He pushed my breasts together, flicking his tongue from one to the next before biting my left nipple. The way he bit it, sent a chill down my spine. And it felt so good.

‘I should not be enjoying this.’ I said to myself, trying to get angry and not enjoy the feeling of my nipples in this man’s mouth.

He kissed his way down, slowly, deliberately. My nipples were erect from the mixture of his saliva and the cool breeze that was now blowing.

‘Oh God’ I thought as he kissed down to my belly button. The tingling sensation came and it took me by surprised.

I was angry because what should have been terrifying was starting to feel inviting.

‘What the hell’ I said as I cried, more out of fear and frustration than anything else.

He paused before adjusting his body to cover me.
“Calm down” he said softly before pushing my legs apart.

“No!” I screamed through the duct tape, realizing finally that screaming was of no use.

I realized I wasn’t saying “no” because I didn’t want it, I was saying “no” because I was afraid I would enjoy it.

“Shh” he said getting in between my legs.
“Let me make you feel good” his voice slightly muffled from being in between my thighs.

He kissed along my bikini line, he moved his way down, down to my inner thigh. He was gentle, his kisses were……sensual.

Without even realizing it, I opened my legs further, hiked my knees up, which inevitably exposed my Brazilian waxed pussy to this perpetrator.

“Oooo, I love a shaven pussy” he said rubbing his hands all over it. He gently touched the folds, causing me to jump.

‘Motherfucker…..those hands’ I thought, trying to not cry.
“Well well well…..what do we have here?” he asked.

I knew what he was referring to. I was soaked. I was pissed that I was so wet. But the way he worked my nipples, licking them like lollipops, the way he kissed down my body like he was carefully unwrapping a present….was all too much.

‘What the hell is wrong with me’ I cursed myself for enjoying this shit.

His two fingers went inside the lips, grazing over my clit. I jumped, pushing my hips towards him.

‘Oh shit’

“Oh so you want me to take this pussy, huh?” he asked.

He blew gently on it, putting his two fingers inside me.
A moan escaped my mouth.

“Oh you like that?” he said easing his fingers in and out of my wetness.
I started breathing heavier.

He was teasing me, fingering my pussy, when what I wanted…..was his mouth on my pussy. He bent down, spread my lips apart, and flicked his tongue on my clit. I squirmed, I tossed wildly.

“Calm down” he said grabbing my legs and gripping them tight, putting them on his shoulders as he buried his head in pussy.

‘OH MY GOD!’
My eyes shot open under the blindfold.

His strong arms pushed my legs further apart, he literally buried his entire face in me. Using his forehead to rub my clit, even his nose. He ate my pussy like it was his last meal. He used his tongue to fuck my pussy hole, darting it in and out. I wanted to scream but the duct tape was in my way. I wanted to moan, I wanted my arms free to enjoy this. All I could do was keep my legs open, my knees bent and take it…..like a fucking slut.

His hands got under my ass, spreading my ass cheeks as he went lower and deeper with his tongue.

‘Oh shit’ I cried as a wave of orgasm crept in.
‘Fuck this feels good’ I said to myself.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, before using his thumb to rub my clit and finger fuck me.

‘Shit’ I was frustrated that I couldn’t make noise.

“Will you believe me now Kristin?” he asked.

‘Believe what? What the fuck am I supposed to believe?’ I thought to myself. I could not think straight.