NO KISSING, NO TOUCHING
by Asher MacDonald
copyright 2011 Asher MacDonald
Smashwords Edition
NO KISSING, NO TOUCHING
CHARLEE COULDN'T BELIEVE she had been so stupid, making and then losing a bet like this to Will of all people. And here she was now, getting ready to pay up. As irritated as she was with herself, she had to admit she was intrigued to see what Will had in mind.
It had started a few days ago. Charlee and Will were having dinner. Will, as usual, was having a Diet Coke while Charlee decided on a margarita. Then a second one. She was living dangerously, having two margaritas while out with this man who she knew probably had at least a dozen different fantasies about how he wanted to get her out of her clothes. She was grateful she could trust him as he had proven to be the perfect gentleman in the few weeks they'd been seeing each other. Still, it was a bit of joke between them how much closer she got to crossing that line with Will after a margarita or two, a line she wasn't quite yet willing to breach. He loved seeing her drink them.
"So I caught the end of Pride of the Yankees on cable the other night, Charlee," Will said. "I got to see Lou Gehrig's 'Luckiest Man' speech at the end."
"Yeah?"
"It always gets to me a bit – guy was at the top of his game and just like that, dead in a couple of years. Amazing team too – Gehrig and Babe Ruth."
"Gary Cooper played Gehrig, didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"Who played Ruth in that movie? Some fat guy?"
"I think –"
"Oh wait, I know," Charlee said. "It was William Bendix."
"Nope. You're wrong. Not him," Will said.
What ensued was a spirited debate with Charlee insisting it was Bendix and Will insisting it wasn't. Finally, a bit irritated, Charlee said, "I'll bet you it was Bendix."
"Oh really? This could be interesting. You're on," Will said.
When Charlee heard what Will wanted if he won, she backed down. "Dream on. I'm not going to play a sex game with you over a stupid bet."
"I see. You were pretty certain just a few minutes ago. Now I see that you're nothing but a 5'6" chicken. I'll admit that you are an extremely cute chicken, but a chicken nonetheless. Bawk, bawk!"
Enough was enough. She knew she was right so she took the bet, but laid down some ground rules. First, the game was over as soon as she said it was. Second, there would be no kissing and no touching. None. He had to keep his hands off her. Third, complete privacy, no photos, and neither could talk about it with anyone else, ever. Will agreed to all the conditions, much too readily Charlee later realized, after the margaritas wore off.
And dammit all if he wasn't right and she lost the bet. Babe Ruth played Babe Ruth in Pride of the Yankees. William Bendix played Babe Ruth in The Babe Ruth Story.
"Fucking Yankees," Charlee said. "Don't they know that pinstripes make them look fatter?"
"No, not 'fucking Yankees', but 'Damn Yankees', Charlee. Let's get our literary references right.
So here she was, three days later, about to play whatever sex game that Will had come up with that didn't involved touching or kissing. Should be a lot of fun without any of that. Yes, she was a bit grumpy about this. Will sure wasn't, she thought. Look at that big grin on his face. The idiot. Well, she had to admit she was a bit excited about this too, but that grin on his face! It was too much!
"Ok Charlee, time to pay up," Will said. Charlee had already extracted a bit of payment out of Will for this, telling him that before she even consider actually playing a sex game with him, she needed another couple of margaritas. And she wasn't about to have margaritas on an empty stomach, and she needed Mexican food to go with those drinks, so there was nothing else to be done but take her out to dinner first. So of course Will took her out. He didn't need an excuse to take her out. He adored her.
"The first thing we are going to do is cover the ground rules. You can end this at any time, but if you end it early, well, you really are a 5'6" chicken!"
"So how do I end this? Do I need a safe word?" Charlee said. "Can it be 'asshole'?"
"Ha ha – testy now, are we? Let's see, I hadn't thought of a safe word…I've got it! 'Babaloo'!"
"Babaloo? You're kidding? I had the margaritas, not you."
"You know, it's the song that Ricky Ricardo used to sing on I Love Lucy. It was his show-stopper at the Tropicana. It will be our show-stopper too. Besides, if you end this early, you at least have to say something silly. I call." He was smiling at her. Ok, this could be fun. She felt safe with Will.
"Second, this involves a bit of light bondage," he said. "In fact, it's so light you won't really be restrained. I have a couple of silk cords tied to the bed, and I will wrap them around your wrists and then have you hold the ends in your hands. They won't be tied, so you can let go at any time and free yourself."
"However," Will continued. "You need my permission to let go. And your wrists will be restrained by the cords, but they won't be tied. It will be easy for you to pretend you are tied. Just don't let go. If you let go you are not living up to the bet."
"Ok, I get it. Is part of this sex game, you talking me into death?" Charlee crossed her arms. She was smiling though, so Will knew she was kidding.
"The third part is I want a blindfold on you," he said. "I think it's sexier if you can't see."
"Remember, no touching," Charlee said. "You promised."
"I know – no touching. So here is the blindfold. Go ahead and put it on."
Charlee put it on. It did it's job. "Well, I can't see shit. Happy?" Will didn't say anything. "So is this it? I wear a blindfold and pretend to be tied up? Wow, you sure know how to show a girl a good time."
"Did I detect a note of sarcasm in there," Will said, laughing. "Not from Charlee! Never sarcasm from her!" She couldn't see him of course, but she heard him step close and whisper in her ear.
"And the fourth part is," Charlee didn't know how she knew, but she knew Will's grin was even bigger now. "Those clothes – all of them off."
"Well, I knew something like that was coming," she said. "So I'm going to lie there naked, looking like I'm tied up, while you look at me and probably jerk off? What a stupid fantasy – did you get that out of the Complete Idiot's Guide to Sex? Shit."
"Maybe. Your job is to get naked now. Hop to it, Charlee." He took a sharp intake of breath as Charlee unbuttoned her blouse. "God, I've been waiting for this."
"What was that safe word again?" Charlee said. "Oh yeah, I remember now – 'Baba-fuck-you'. I'm not saying it. Now be a gentleman and undo my bra." It was easy enough for her to undo the clasp, but she liked the idea of him undressing her.
It didn't take long until she was completely naked. She felt a bit embarrassed, but also excited. It wasn't as if she hadn't thought about having sex with Will. She had thought about it many times. And she knew he fantasized about her, so she imagined the affect she was having on him now and liked the idea of him looking at her and getting instantly hard.
"Well, I'm naked. What are you doing?"
"Excuse me? Oh, I was reading a book. Russian novel. Fascinating stuff, those Russian novels. Lots of Ivans and Peteroviches running around. Why? Did you want something?"
"Ha ha – very funny. What are you looking at now," Charlee said, a bit coyly.
"What do you think? I can't believe you can't feel my eyes burning holes in you," Will said, serious now. "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen, bar none, and it's all I can do to keep from throwing you down on the bed and doing things that would get us both arrested in at least 17 states."
"No touching. No kissing."
"Ok, but you need to lie down now and get restrained. The bed is three steps to your left."
Charlee gingerly moved over to the bed, finding it with her hands, and once there she laid down. She extended her arms above her. "Ok, torturer, tie away."
Will started wrapping the silk cord around one wrist and then placed the end in her hand and told her to hold it. "Now try to move your arm without letting go." She did and had no more than a few inches of give in her silken restraints. He did the same thing to the other wrist and told her to move both arms, and she couldn't as long as she didn't let go. He reminded her to not let go – it was part of the game.
"I'll be right back. I have something in your kitchen I need."
"What's that?"
"Just a bowl, with a bit of warm water in it. You'll see. You'll like this."
Will left and then returned moments later and Charlee heard him set the bowl down nearby. He then sat on the bed next to her and leaned close. Charlee could hear him breathing a bit sharply. She knew he was enjoying this.
Will talked to her softly now. "You look so beautiful. I promised not to touch you – you know how difficult that is for me right now? I'm the one being tortured – Christ, you're killing me, Charlee."
"Your game. At least you're getting an eyeful. Are we done yet?"
"We're just getting started." He moved an arm away from her and then felt his weight shift on the bed as he drew near again. "I can't touch you, but I think this is fair. Be still now."
Charlee felt something extremely soft brush across her lips. It was a bit warm and moist. It tickled a bit, but felt nice, sexy. "What was that?"
"I got it at an art supply store. It's an artist brush, the finest camel hair. I'm wetting it a bit in warm water. It's supposed to feel a lot like a tongue this way, or lips."
Charlee felt the brush now move against her cheeks, and then move up near her earlobes, tickling them. "Mmm…I have to admit, that does feel pleasant."
"And it's not really me that's touching you. I wish it was, but I promised. Just imagine this brush is my tongue or my lips. Just imagine where I'd like to kiss you, lick you."
He moved the brush now to her wrist and traced it all the way down her arm, twirling it a bit on her elbow, and finally ending up in her underarm. "That tickles!" Charlee said.
"I bet." Now Will moved the brush to her neck after wetting it again. "Just imagine me nibbling a bit on your neck, your shoulders. Once I started, I'd never stop. I could never get enough of you."
"Ummm…no kissing though." She was determined to win this little game. She would be the biggest tease here, him and his damn brush. That damn brush felt damn good though.
"I know, no kissing…unless you ask me to. You want to ask me, Charlee? You want my lips on you instead of this brush? Or maybe both? My lips one place, the brush another? Just ask."
"Nope. You and Babe Ruth can both kiss my ass," she said, laughing. She wasn't mad and wanted to make sure he knew she was kidding, but she was going to win this little game. She was determined.
"Go ahead, touch me where I know you want to touch me with that brush." She wondered how long it would take him to get to her nipples and then down between her legs. She guessed maybe 30 seconds.
"Where I want to touch you? I don't know. Maybe I'm almost done," He said. "And maybe I'm not." She felt the brush, warm from the water, now tracing the skin between her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard. She wondered if they would get harder by the time he started to work on them? She was looking forward to finding out.
Now he moved the brush up to her breasts, tracing circles that slowly got closer to her nipples. God that brush felt good. She imagined how it would feel on her nipples, knowing that Will would touch them with it and wish it was his own hands, his own mouth sucking on them, his own tongue teasing them. But then the brush stopped right before it got to her nipples. "There. I think I may be done with your breasts."
"Did you forget about my nipples?" She heard a plaintive note in her voice. She didn't mean for that to creep in.
"They might still be on the list of places to visit, but you could always ask me to kiss them if you really want me to pay some attention to them. That's all you have to do. Ask me. Ask me, and I'll use my tongue on one, just flick it across that hard little nipple of yours, and use the brush on the other. Just imagine both of them being played with at the same time. Just ask, Charlee."
"No kissing!"
"You're a tough one, Charlee, you really are," Will said, laughing at her. Now she felt the brush move down her ribs, moving in lazy circles on her tummy and sides. That bastard really wasn't going to touch her nipples! She had never wanted her nipples played with more than she did at this moment, and there they were, ignored.
"Yeah, well I bet your cock is good and hard, and it's not getting near me anytime soon. Enjoy that."
"Maybe it is hard, but I'm having too much fun with this brush to notice."
"Liar." She laughed. "It's so damned hard right now I bet it hurts." Now she felt the brush move down to her legs, starting with the outside of her thighs. Will said: "Keep those legs spread wide, please. I have some delicate maneuvering to do here."
Charlee imagined his eyes on her, looking between her legs, seeing those pink lips, her clit, sure it was hard and those lips glistening a bit now. She knew this had to be hard on him too. She knew it had to be so hard it was aching inside his pants.
"I bet you'd like to put it in me, wouldn't you? Why don't you ask me? You could beg a bit. Beg me for sex. Maybe I'd feel sorry for you." This was fun, but winning would be even more fun.
"Oh, I'd love to do that. I think you need to ask me to kiss you first. Just ask me, Charlee." Now the brush was tickling the inside of her thighs. She was breathing heavily now. So was Will, for that matter. "Can't you just imagine me kissing you here? Can't you just imagine my tongue on the inside of your legs, so close to your most sensitive spots?"
She could imagine it. That was the problem. She really wanted it. She wanted his lips and tongue on her. She wanted to feel his hands moving all over her. She wanted to feel him grab her legs with his hands and part them, then feel him enter her. She wanted him to want her so bad he was only concerned with his own pleasure and would take her fast. She imagined him plunging into her, wondered how big he was? He didn't seem worried about it, so she guessed he wasn't small at least.
She imagined all that, wanted all that, but all she was getting was this brush. And now it was moving between her legs.
"Charlee, just think what I could be doing to you if you'd let me. Imagine my tongue on you down there. Imagine me kissing you while I'm holding myself in one hand and rubbing my cock against this little clit of yours that is so hard. It might feel like this –" He used the brush on her there and she jumped.
"Shit!" Then it stopped. "Give me more of that. Please?"
"Sure, as soon as you ask me to kiss you." Now he was tracing the skin right around her clitoris, being very careful to not touch it. "I would love to kiss those sweet lips of yours and use this brush on you. I'd like to see how many times I could get you off, and in how many different ways – this brush, my lips, my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. I'd like to put them all to work. But…"
"But what?"
"It all starts with a kiss. You have to ask." The brush was swirling faster – it was touching her clit now and then, and it was about to push her over the edge, and then it stopped again.
"Shit, aren't you horny too?"
"Of course I am. It's actually painful, just like you said," Will said. "I want that kiss though. I've waited long enough for it." He touched her again with the brush in her most sensitive place. It really did feel like his tongue, or like she thought it would feel.
"Just ask me to kiss you, Charlee. Just ask." The brush swirled faster again. She was getting to a peak again. This time she didn't want him to back off. She felt ready to explode.
"Ok, kiss me, you idiot. Just don't stop with that brush." And he didn't, and just like that he leaned down and she felt his lips on hers, meeting hers, and she went over the edge and had a long and powerful orgasm. "God, that was good!" she said. "I want more though."
"So do I," Will said, kissing her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. "Let's try every position tonight, and invent some new ones." Then he started laughing.
Charlee was laughing too, though she didn't know why. "What is so funny?"
"Baba-fuck-you. Damn, that was funny when you said that."
"Ok, it was funny. Now shut up and kiss me some more and do me already. You do like to talk a girl to death, don't you?"
THE END