Abigail is fed up with Michelle's pussyfooting around!
But, still, she is tied up! Someone has wound that belt-the one her mom bought her for Christmas, the one that was very expensive-around her neck, and then looped it around her wrists so that her hands are caught up under her chin. She can barely move her arms at all, except to flop her elbows about, which probably makes for a good chicken impression, given all the squawking she's doing. Worse, she's practically undressed! She doesn't remember getting out of her clothes, but her she is in just her bra and panties, and... and... she's in Abigail's bed?
"Good morning," Abigail says.
Michelle heaves her hips to roll herself over, and there's Abigail, sitting at her desk, apparently going over her Chemistry notes.
She smiles, when she notices Michelle looking her. "Did you sleep okay? Need anything? Water? Aspirin?"
"What the fuck!" Michelle says.
Abigail blinks. She tilts her head and places her pen behind her ear. "Come on, Chell. You know what happens to the first person to pass out at a party..."
"This isn't funny!"
"Do you see me laughing?" Abigail asks.
Something about her tone shuts Michelle up for a good, long second. When she finally decides to speak, it is a much more timid Michelle that emerges. With dipped head, she asks, "What are you going to do with me?"
"What am I going to do?" Abigail asks. "Nothing."
Michelle's forehead creases. She swallows. Her mouth is painfully dry. She drank too much last night, way too much. "Then are you going to untie me?"
Abigail closes her notebook. "That depends on you, I guess. I'm perfectly willing to untie you now-"
Her wrists rustle against her makeshift bonds. "Then do it already!"
"I wasn't finished." The uncharacteristic sternness of the statement forces Michelle into silence, and Abigail waits a satisfied beat before she continues. "If you want me to let you go, all you have to do is kiss me. Then I'll untie you, promise."
"Oh screw you."
"It doesn't have to be a real kiss or anything, just a peck on the lips."
Michelle's breathing is coming faster and faster. They're roommates, they've been more naked than this together, but she's never been this exposed. She can feel her face starting to flush. "Fine, come here and I'll do it."
"There's one more rule: if I let you go now, I'm never going down on you again."
Her cheeks swell from flush to flare. Her eyes avert. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do. I'll let you go right now. In fact, you don't even have to kiss me, but you have to say, out loud, 'I'll never ask you to go down on me again.'"
Michelle's lips twist. She glares daggers at her friend, or so-called friend. "Quit acting like a dyke and untie me. If you don't, I wonder what they'll say when they find me in here with you, screaming my head off."
Abigail moves to sit on the foot of the bed. She presses her knees together and leans forward with her elbows on top of them. "What do you think they'll say about you, if that happens?"
Michelle half-thinks she can feel the blush pushing all the way to the tip of her nose. "Just untie me, okay?"
"I already told you what you had to do."
"I can't." Michelle says.
Michelle groans, thrashing against her bonds. "I just can't, okay?"
"Why, because if you say it out loud then you have to acknowledge what we were doing, and that you wanted it?"
"Abbi, shut up and untie me right now!"
"Well, if you don't want to do it that way, I guess I did have a backup plan..."
A sigh of frustration spills out of her. "Fine, what is it?"
"I'll let you go after you cum."
Michelle's body coils, then releases with a tight shiver. She swallows, and closes her eyes. "Whatever." Already, she's spreading her legs, Abigail having seen fit to leave her lower body untied. She was probably planning this the whole time, the little queer.
"Not like that..."
Michelle's eyes open. She blinks. "Then... what?"
Abigail's slim finger is pointing to the other side of the room, to Michelle's desk.