Crescendo

Crescendo

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Brooke looked nervously at the numbers scrawled across the torn sheet of paper as she approached Chance’s apartment. What have I gotten myself into? As if the fates were in the mood to answer, she stumbled on the uneven street and ended up against a green door. “Four, zero, two, one,” she mouthed. She was here.

Brooke had met Chance in her music class at St. Mary’s University where she was a freshman. She liked Chance immediately. He was a good listener and over the course of the school year they had spent many evenings sipping beer and discussing everything from the high schools they attended to world peace – and always, music. She liked Chance but she didn’t really know him. Not really. They were just friends but the other night the conversation turned to sex. She had told Chance some pretty intimate things. She told him about a couple of boyfriends she had had. That she liked the sex she had with these boys but that she never really felt fulfilled or satisfied. She thought there was something wrong with her. Chance knew better.

Chance told her that most guys are a lot more interested in their own pleasure than their partner’s. “Just remember,” he said, “not all musicians are conductors.” He laughed, then went on to confide that when he was fifteen he was seduced by an older woman. She was a pretty single mother, in her early thirties … and, she was an insatiable nymphomaniac. She had taken it upon herself to educate Chance on the art of giving pleasure to a woman. She had taught him and he had learned. Chance told Brooke that he knew how to bring her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He said she should visit him at his place. He told her that, if she would let him, he would show her that there was nothing wrong with her. He would show her how a gentleman can please a lady. Maybe it was the beer – or the mood of the night – but Brooke agreed.

Now she stood at his door. She knew that once she rang the bell there would be no turning back. Nervously, she pushed the button. The sound of the buzzer brought butterflies to her stomach. Was she crazy? What was she doing? She thought about running away. As the thought crossed her mind the door opened. Chance stood there in a tee shirt and jeans, barefoot, with his thick brown hair all wet and tousled from his morning shower. “Good morning, pretty girl.” Chance’s voice had a musical quality to it – as if he knew some secret that she didn’t. Brooke could feel herself blush. “Hi Chance” she squeaked as she was escorted inside.

Chance’s apartment was small and neat. It was part of an old house that had been refurbished into apartments for college students. There were two rooms – a large living area which had a kitchenette tucked into a corner, and a smaller bedroom which had just enough room for a bed and a couple of dressers. Brooke’s eyes were drawn to a beam that ran across the ceiling of the living room. It was low, about seven feet or so from the floor. It was easily reachable even by Brooke who was only about five feet tall, but what caught her attention were two ribbons hanging from the beam about six feet apart. At the end of these ribbons were pieces of Velcro. “Those are for you”, Chance said when he saw her looking at them. “Don’t worry”, he smiled, “There is a release string right here.” Chance pointed to a small string that attached to the Velcro at the beam over their heads. He gave the string a tug and the ribbon came loose and fell to the floor. “This is in case I have a heart attack” Chance joked, “You can always set yourself free.” “You’re going to tie me up?” said Brooke. Chance looked at her and smiled. “Only if you let me,” he said. He looked right into her eyes. She had beautiful eyes. In fact, Brooke was a beautiful girl. Chance was not unaware of her beauty. He had often thought about trying to advance their relationship to something more than friends but was afraid that he might ruin their friendship by complicating things. He liked Brooke very much. And this morning, it was to be all about her. His pleasure would be in giving her pleasure.

“Do you like to be tickled?” Chance asked. “Tickled?” said Brooke, “What do you mean, tickled?” Chance took Brooke’s right hand, and turning the hand palm up he ran his fingers lightly up the inside of her arm. It sent shivers up her spine. She involuntarily tried to withdraw her hand but Chance held on to it. He continued to tickle the soft skin on the underside of her elbow. “Like this”, he said - again looking deep into her pretty eyes. “His fingers had given Brooke goose-bumps. Chance could see this. He spoke softly to her, “Try to relax your arm. Feel what my fingers are doing.” Brooke mustered up her strength. She loosened the muscles in her arm. The feeling was excruciatingly good. “Do you like it?” Chance whispered. “Uh… Um.. Yes”, she said as his fingers went gently up her arm. She did like it. It tickled in a most wonderful way. She had never felt this before. The sensation was not confined to her arm. She could feel a delightful tingling in her neck, and down her back – and, to her surprise, a very warm feeling between her legs. Chance released her hand. “Stand up please.” Brooke stood. “I am going to strip you Brooke.” Chance’s voice was gentle but matter of fact.

The words pierced her to her soul. “I am going to strip you Brooke.” She kept hearing the words over and over as Chance stood before her, like a song that sticks in your mind. Was she really going to stand here and just let him strip her naked? Just like that? Chance grasped the bottom of her little stretch top she had put on. As he lifted, she raised her arms. The top was off. She was letting him strip her. He undid the snap at the top of her jeans. He opened the zipper and then slowly tugged them down to the floor. He lifted one foot at a time and removed the jeans. He then stood up and walked behind her. Brooke stood now in just her bra and panties. She could not believe she was actually doing this. She blushed seeing Chance looking at her. She knew what was coming. She knew that soon she would be naked in front of him. Chance looked at her. She was thin but beautifully shaped. Her small body had delightful curves at her waist and her little panties accentuated the shape of her pretty bottom. The sight of her was making Chance excited. He could feel his penis straining against the fabric of his jeans. He wanted to take her right then. He wanted to kiss her and hold her. He so desperately wanted to feel himself inside her – to feel her naked body against his – and to feel release. But this was not about him. This morning was about Brooke.

Still standing behind her, Chance undid the clasp at the back of her bra and pushed it forward. It fell to the floor exposing her small firm breasts to the room air. He knelt behind her now. She felt his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties. She shivered as she felt him peel them slowly downward over her hips, and down, exposing her bare bottom to his eyes. The tiny panties inverted as he lowered them further toward the floor. To Chance’s delight, and Brooke’s appall, the pretty light blue panties revealed a small area of wetness which had already begun to flow inside Brooke’s body. The wetness betrayed any attempt Brooke was making to appear unmoved by what Chance was doing. The fact was that, in spite of her embarrassment, Brooke was bursting with sexual arousal. Her stripping had revealed a side of her that she had never experienced. She was completely naked now. The fact that Chance was still completely dressed created in her an electrifying awareness of her own nudity. She could feel the air in the room around her breasts and between her legs and she could feel Chance’s eyes delightfully devouring her exposed body. She watched him as he looked at her. She stood with her arms at her side, and watched his eyes roam from place to place over her exposed body. She was letting him look at her – letting him see her most private of places. Chance was transfixed by the sight before him – this beautiful naked girl. His eyes drank of her beauty – her lovely shoulders – her beautifully shaped breasts, her slender waist and flat tummy. He allowed himself to gaze at the place between her legs. He had asked her to remove the hair down there, and she had done so for him. This made the round prominence at her vulva and the tiny cleft in its center completely visible to Chance. He was enthralled. He could barely contain his desire for her. “But today is not about me”, he thought. “Today is about my beautiful friend.”

Chance led Brooke to the spot where he had hung the ribbons. He fastened first one hand, and then the other to the restraints he had fashioned from Velcro straps and ribbon. Brooke’s arms were secured now just above her head. Her elbows were bent but she would be unable to cover herself. Chance now produced a small wooden dowel about two feet in length. At either end of the dowel he had fastened a Velcro strap. He fastened these straps to Brooke’s ankles preventing her from closing her legs. He stood again behind her and pointed out a full-length mirror, which hung across and just to the left of where they stood. He whispered in her ear, “Do you see yourself, Brooke?” Brooke looked at her reflection. She saw herself naked and spread. She pulled against her restraints and found that, unless she pulled the release string, she would be unable to prevent Chance from doing whatever he wished to her. He remained behind her. “I am going to touch you now”, Chance said softly. Again, his words sent a quivering flush of feeling through her body. “There is nothing you can do,” he whispered. “You are helpless.” She felt the tips of his fingers on her shoulders lightly, softly, caressing the skin just at the base of her neck. She closed her eyes as the chills went down her back, causing visible goose bumps to form on her arms and legs. His feathery touch was intoxicating. She could not contain a soft moan.

“I am touching you Brooke”, he whispered. “Touching you…” He said this as he drew his fingers slowly down her back and up her sides. This tickled Brooke and she squirmed in her restraints. He then slowly brought his fingers up over her tummy to the areas around Brooke’s breasts. She felt his fingers slowly and ever so lightly encircle the soft skin around her breasts. His hands traveled in ever closing circles – around and around – so slowly – so tantalizingly light. She moaned as his fingers came closer and closer to her sensitive nipples. Chance traced circles on her breasts each time coming closer and closer, but not touching the nipples. And then, he brought his fingers from the bottom of her breasts to the top and down again, grazing her nipples with each pass. Brooke gasped with pleasure as Chance’s fingers sent waves of intense feeling through her body. Chance continued to caress Brooke’s nipples. He tickled and teased. He fluttered and pinched. Brooke was lost to the myriad of sensations running wild through her body. Chance moved now to Brooke’s side. He could now use his hands to caress Brooke from the front and from the back at the same time. He knelt beside her and began to run his fingertips slowly up both sides of Brooke’s thigh. When he reached the top of her thigh, where her leg met her body, he moved one hand over her abdomen, and the other over the cheek of her buttock to the small of her back, and then across and down to the other thigh. The chills that this sent through Brooke’s body were almost unbearable - unbearable, and yet, excruciatingly wonderful. She twisted and writhed against her restraints. She squealed and moaned. “Ohhh… Ohh, Pleeease!!” she gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my God..” Chance stopped. He looked at her. She was out of breath. Her pretty dark eyes were half open - her beautiful short black hair askew. He placed his open hand on her lower abdomen. He poised the fingers of his other hand at the small of her back just above the crevice between her lovely buttocks. Holding her tummy with his right hand, he very slowly and lightly moved the fingertips of his left hand down the crease of her bottom. Brooke could hardly speak. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Ohhh.. Oh no… Ohh… Myy GAWWWWD.”

Chance brought his fingers down, slowly to the most intimate place at the bottom of her buttocks. He felt her damp warmness. He allowed his fingers to linger there – tickling – feeling her – touching her. He brought his fingers back up again – up over the valley between her buttocks – and then down again to the warmness where her legs meet her bottom. Each time he did this he brought his fingers further underneath her. And each time his fingers would approach this area Brooke would gasp and moan. This time as his fingers began to approach the bottom of her buttocks he moved his other hand from her tummy to caress the smooth prominence of her pretty vulva. When Brooke felt this, her knees began to buckle. This feeling was overwhelming. She held the restraints with her hands to prevent from herself from falling. She could not speak. Her breath came in short gasps. His hands met underneath her. She felt his nimble fingers dancing and tickling the skin between her legs – this most private and intimate place. Chance could feel her wetness now. He slipped one finger of his right hand into the crevice of her sex. It slid easily over her hardened clitoris. Brooke sighed audibly as she felt Chance’s fingers slide back and forth over her most sensitive place. He moved his hand deftly back and forth. Brooke melted into the creamy warm sensation between her legs. She felt another finger enter her vagina. Both fingers were moving now at opposite intervals – one inside her – and one over her clit. She had no thought now other than what was happening to her. She had abandoned herself to his caresses. And as she realized this she felt a mounting sensation of pleasure in the areas where she was being touched. As Chance continued to slide his fingers in and around her sex Brooke began to cum. Ohhhh Chaaaance,” she cried as the pure pleasure of orgasm flushed in her. Her orgasm sent wave after wave of delicious sensation through her body. Chance could feel her contractions gripping the finger which was still moving inside her vagina. They came over and over, forcing her sweet juices onto his hands. “Cum for me Brooke. Yesss… Cum for me”, he whispered. She came for him. She came and came.

When Brooke’s orgasm subsided, Chance undid the Velcro at her ankles and wrists. He put his arm around her back and with his other behind her knees, he gently picked her up. He walked into his bedroom and placed her softly on his bed. He looked at her and smiled. “This is only intermission,” he murmured. Brooke returned the smile. “Yes, maestro,” she replied.

Notes:
An entry for "Sensual Moments, Vol. 9" 
Prompt: Sensual Soundtracks
Word Count: 2,684

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Ken