Emma and Josh
- 12 days ago
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London’s famous rain beat down on the floor to ceiling windows, as Emma curled up on the sofa, her head resting in Josh’s lap. Carefully placing her glass of red wine on the floor in front of the sofa, she reached back up and snuggled into his warmth, resting her hand on his leg. She felt his fingers gently stroke her side through the silky grey dress she had worn that night as she curled up next to him - her mind drifting back over how they had found themselves here.
Emma had known Josh since before University - friends at high school, they never really hung out until they found themselves at the same college. Although they studied very different subjects (Emma had a passion for literature, while Josh studied Law), they spent most of their free time together; the familiarity of childhood friendship bringing comfort so far from home. There had always been a shared attraction between the two - even as they had grown into the twenty-somethings they were now, the chemistry between the two of them was always electric. However, for so long, something had always gotten in the way: relationships, studying abroad, careers... so they had fallen into a comforting pattern of endless flirting, and not much more. She would send the odd flirty text, or they would occasionally share a sexy fantasy by phone. Emma had even gone so far as to send photos of herself in the mirror when she had been a little too drunk - but beyond this, the pair remained firmly just friends.
She was well aware that although they had stayed such close friends, they had both changed dramatically through the years. The Emma that everyone knew from University - a mousy, shy girl with a penchant for loose sweaters and long skirts - had grown into a beautiful woman. Her light brown hair hung freely to her shoulders, framing her azure blue eyes. Her skinny, slender body was now toned and defined from her obsessive running, making her tight, pert ass her favourite feature - even over her perky 32C breasts. With this came more confidence - even in her job as a college lecturer, she relished wearing tighter, more revealing clothes than even her teen years. She smirked at this thought, but glanced up at Josh and noted if she had changed a little, he was a complete reboot. The shy, skinny, anxious guy from University with a mess of wavy brown hair had truly grown into a man - thick shoulders, muscular arms, and legs that looked like they belonged on a rugby player. He wasn’t anywhere near as toned as Emma, but carried a sense of power and authority.
The only other thing that had changed was their social life - this was their first catch up in over a fortnight, and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Hitting the city after work, Emma had worn a figure-hugging grey dress, chosen specially to see if she could get a reaction from her best friend - and she wasn’t disappointed by the results. She was certain she had caught Josh trying to “rearrange” himself a few times that night, hiding a growing bulge in his fitted black suit. For most of the evening, Emma found every opportunity to drop things from her purse, forcing herself to bend over to pick them up - or sit in positions that just happened to let Josh gaze down her top, or up her skirt. It had been so much fun doing this, that she could hardly remember most of the evening before they agreed to head back to her apartment, for Josh to crash on the Sofa. So, there they were, finally curled up on the couch, finishing a bottle of wine, and lazily watching a classic sitcom from their time at University together.
Suddenly, a strange beep snapped Emma out of her warm reverie. Sitting up, she watched as Josh fished his phone out of his pocket. Emma whimpered as he took his hand from her side and toyed at the screen. “Oh, damn” he groaned. “My phone’s nearly dead. Do you have a charger? Without this I can’t get home tomorrow - my ticket and cards are all on here.”
“Um, maybe?” Emma replied. “You’ve got one of those Android ones though right? I only have iPhone.”
“Don’t worry”, Josh said, slowly rising to his feet. “I bet you’ve got a cable here somewhere. They’re really common - maybe your camera? Laptop? Vibrator?” Josh grinned and winked with the last suggestion.
“You dick!” Emma teased, swatting at him playfully, brushing off the tease. “Oh, I don’t know. I’ll have a look around, give me a moment.”
Emma begrudgingly stood up and headed to the Kitchen to check in her “drawer of random things”. After rummaging around for a moment or two, she realised she had no idea what she was looking for, and decided it was a far better plan to return to the bottle of wine. Passing a mirror in her hallway, she stopped to check her dress. Her chest peeked out over the top of the strapless dress, which was crumpled a little in the middle, and riding dangerously high up her thigh. Pulling the dress back into place, she turned, before thinking again and purposely sliding the top of the dress down just a little further, exposing the smallest hint of her lacy purple bra underneath. Winking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if this would get a fun reaction from Josh in the other room. However, as she turned and walked back in, she froze in the doorway and felt the red flush of embarrassment at what was waiting for her.
In the other doorway, Josh was stood with a huge grin on his face, a cable in one hand... and his other hand dangling a heavy pair of handcuffs by one finger. His eyebrow raised as he waved them at Emma.
“I found a cable! Your camera, just like I said. No Vibrator though, such a shame... but I did find these...”. As he said this, he dropped the cable onto the couch, and swung the handcuffs gently to and fro. Emma couldn’t believe he had found them.
“Oh... fuck you!” she half-jokingly called, pacing across the room, “They were a joke birthday present! Come on, don’t be a dick!”. As she reached Josh, she grasped for the handcuffs, but he swung his arm straight up in the air, dangling the cuffs just a hairs-width out of her reach.
“Joke present?” Josh called back in disbelief. “No, no, I don’t think so.” He looked Emma directly in the eyes as he spoke - her body gently pressed against his as she reached for the cuffs. As she wavered on tiptoes, Josh reached his free hand behind her and gently drew her close. “See, these are pretty hardcore, Emma. They’re not some jokey plastic nonsense - these are the real deal; cold hard steel, no escape button... Naughty naughty!”
Emma huffed and partly gave in, dropping her hand to her side as she started to act indignant and annoyed. “Oh, and you’re such an expert are you? You’ve used them on lots of girls have you?”, she teased.
“A few”, Josh shrugged, continuing. “But, I’m not the one with these just lying around next to my camera. Interesting.”
Emma blushed even deeper than before, and renewed her protests. “Ha! Okay, just give them back - seriously, or I’ll...”
“Or you’ll what?” Josh interrupted, raising an eyebrow. His hand behind his back pinned her closer to him, and she gasped in surprise. A moment passed as they stared into each others eyes, before Emma started to gently struggle. One of her arms was pinned between their bodies, and the other was reaching for the cuffs, until she suddenly felt a snap around her wrist, and the familiar sound of the cuff clicking home.
Emma’s eyes suddenly grew wide, and her heart skipped a beat as she felt Josh shift his weight, freeing her other hand, and deftly sliding it behind her back. Before she knew it, his hands had found her free wrist, and the snap of metal clicked around her other wrist. All Emma could do was stare open-mouthed as Josh reached his hands behind her, grinning widely, and gently clicking both cuffs closed until they were just snug on her skin.
“Emma? Or you’ll... what? To me, it looks like you’re not in a position to do very much at all now.” Josh smiled and teased, his voice a low, soft growl. Emma laughed gently back, but noticed that he hadn’t brought his hands back round to her front. The two stood in an embrace, her hands pulling against the steel, while she felt her body pressed gently into his. Could she feel something hard and growing larger, pressing into her?
Emma’s mind was racing. This was just the kind of thing they would normally do; best friends teasing and rough-housing. She’d flirtatiously pressed herself agaist him so many times before she already felt surprisingly familiar with his physique... but tonight, this felt different. Was this really happening? Was it just the wine talking? After a long pause, Emma decided to err on the side of caution, and playfully protested. “Right, okay, ha ha. Very funny. What do I have to do to get you to let me out?”
“Hmm,” Josh sighed, “good question. Oh, I don’t know, any suggestions?”
“Drinking game? Maybe... three shots?” Emma offered.
“No, come on, that’s way too boring!” Josh scoffed. “We’ve got to make it sometihng interesting!”
“Okay, how about I give you a new picture? Like the last time I was drunk?”
“Oh, that’s tempting... I can never get too many of those...”
“Uh, you can take it if you want? I pose for you, you take the picture?”
“Maybe. Or what about suck my cock?”
Emma laughed. Josh’s suggestion felt so sudden and out of place, it had to be a joke. Or... so she thought at first. As she laughed, she watched as Josh raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
“What? You’re serious?”
“Yep. How about it, you suck my cock, and I undo your handcuffs. Deal?”
“Josh!” Emma recoiled, her heart pounding. “Seriously? You... you want me to...”
“Emma,” Josh replied, calmly. He inched slightly closer to her, staring directly in her eyes, his hands still gently embracing her. “Of course I do. I’ve wanted you since I can remember. You’re amazing.”
Emma felt like she was going to pass out, her heart was beating so fast. A knot formed in her throat, as her stomach felt like it had been filled with fireworks. Trying to grapple with whether this was really happening, she felt her mouth go dry, as she quietly asked “But... why didn’t you say anything before?”
“I’ve never had you in handcuffs before”, Josh joked with a wink. Emma laughed out loud, the comedy of his response breaking the tension between them. Leaning into her a little more, he continued. “Okay, seriously? Because we’ve never had the chance. It was never our time. But, I’ve always, always wanted to do this...”, and with that, he raised his hands to her cheeks, gently cupped her head in his fingers, and kissed her deeply. Emma felt like she was melting, feeling his tongue probe her own, his fingertips running gently through her hair and over her neck. As she went to reach to Josh, she felt the steel pull at her wrists, bringing her crashing back to her current situation.
Emma pulled back from the kiss, and looked deep in Josh’s eyes. He watched her quizically, wondering what she would do next - and a look of subtle surprise spread over his face as she felt herself bending her knees, lowering herself to his crotch as she stared into his eyes. Nuzzling the front of his suit trousers with her lips, she let out a quiet moan, before nodding a hint to Josh. Suddenly realising what she was asking of him, Josh reached for his belt and started undoing his clothes - dropping his trousers to his ankles, before pulling down his boxer shorts. As he stood up straight again, Emma was greeted with his already hard, throbbing cock. It was a little over average size - although not by much, but straight and firm. Emma noted that his circumcised head was actually noticeably larger than normal - which made her tremble with anticipation. Staring for just a moment more, Emma looked back up at Josh for one last nod of validation. Then, without hesitation, she parted her lips and took his head in her mouth.
Feeling him fill her mouth with the head of his cock, Emma felt the cold rush of reality hit her. She was sucking off her best friend, on her knees in her apartment, with her hands cuffed behind her back. And as she leant forward to feel his shaft slide along her tongue and the roof of her mouth, she sensed his hands find their way to the back of her head - resting there, gently guiding her to stay slow and steady. Bobbing gently around his cock, Emma felt Josh twitch and stiffen even more as she swirled her tongue over his cock, her moans gently vibrating through to him. She lamented not having her hands free to stroke and help, but this made her even more conscious of what she was doing - tightening her lips around his shaft, she sucked ever so gently, tilting her head as she moved back and forth.
After a short while, she glanced up to find Josh had closed his eyes. “I know”, she thought. “Let’s see what happens if I do this...”. Pulling back, she paused until his head was just nestled between her lips, almost completely out of her mouth. Feeling Emma stop, Josh opened his eyes and looked down, just in time to see her wink at him, moan subtly, then push forward - deeper and deeper - until the head of his cock reached the back of her mouth. Pushing onward, she half-swallowed until she felt his cock bend it’s way past her tonsils, and right down her tight throat. In one swift motion, Emma’s nose was pressed hard into Josh’s groin, and he let out a loud “Oh!”, moaning as he instinctively held her head in place for a moment, feeling her completely wrapped around his cock.
After sliding all the way down her throat, Josh pulled back a little, as Emma did the same, gasping for a quick breath. Before he could say or do anything more, though, Emma pushed back, sliding his cock back into place, and sliding all the way down his shaft, over and over again. Josh couldn’t help but moan out loud, every now and then grunting her name - “Oh fuck, Emma... Oh fuck... just like that... fuck, Emma!”. She felt herself constantly picking up pace and trying to move faster and harder, and each time, both she and Josh noticed and forced themselves to slow down. The pair felt like they had shared an agreement, without words, that they were going to savour this moment - every last second of it.
Before long, Emma felt Josh starting to tense up, as he suddenly began to call. “I’m... oh, I’m.... Oh god, I’m cumming...”. Josh pulled back as he began to cum, his hand grasping his cock and gently stroking the last moments before he came. As she watched him do this, Emma lifted up a little, straightening her legs - and the first rope of cum shot directly over her breasts, dripping into her cleavage, and leaving a huge dark wet mark on her dress. Josh continued to cum, and as he did, Emma stood rapidly, letting the cum cover more of her dress, over her stomach and groin, until she was stood up completely straight. Leaning forward, she kissed Josh on the lips, deeply and passionately, as he continued to cum. Feeling this, Emma pressed her hips forward, pinning Josh’s cock between her and him, his cum making a growing sticky patch on her dress, right over her tingling pussy.
After a few more moments, Josh was done. Kissing Emma just a moment more, he backed away and held her face in his hands again. With one last gentle kiss on the lips, he quietly said “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to kiss you. Let alone also...”, he trailed off.
“... fuck my face?” Emma offered, teasingly.
“Yeah”, Josh grinned. “That too.”
“Anything else you dreamed of?” Emma asked, conscious of how sticky, wet, and yet turned on she was.
“Everything”, Josh explained. “I’ve dreamed about you for so long, Emma.”
“Good. Me too.”
“So,” Josh sighed, “... I guess you’ve earned me taking those handcuffs off?”
“Hmm”, Emma replied. “I guess so. Although...”, she pondered...
“... Maybe I don’t have to take them off just yet... sir?”
TO BE CONTINUED