Chapter Twelve
Handcuffed!
“Ooops!” my girlfriend giggled.
I twisted futilely in the handcuffs that chained me to the brass bed. “What do you mean, oops?” I demanded.
“I mean I don’t have the key with me,” she said, chagrin mixing with laughter. “I must have left it in the Theater Department when I borrowed the cuffs.”
I tried in vain to work free of the shackles. My shirt off, my blue jean cutoffs unsnapped, my c**k so hard I thought it would burst from her teasing licks and strokes, I was totally frustrated. Why had I agreed to this?
We were both in college then, Julie and I. We’d been dating for six months. She was just about the sexiest girl I’d ever known, with long, curly auburn hair spilling around a sweet oval face; gorgeous, expressive brown eyes; a petite body; firm, pert b
