I sat next to Paula in two classes and we had gotten to know each otherpretty well through the course of the year. I was a year younger thanshe, but we related very well nonetheless. We flirted alot, teased eachother and joked around. It was clear to pretty much everyone (but thetwo of us) that we would end up together. In fact, the two of us deniedit constantly. We were just two good friends.

With two weeks left in the school year, we found ourselves talking lateone night at a party. We were both pretty drunk, which is probably whythings happened as they did. We were sitting in my friend's dad's den,on his couch and before long we were kissing. Deep, hard, long kisses.Soon her shirt was off, then her bra, then my shirt and our pants.

Then the strangest thing happened. Paula reached behind me and grabbedsomething off the desk.

"Put this on me," she said, half asking and half telling.

It was a roll of packing tape.

"Put it on you?" I asked.

Her eyes were closed and she was gently biting her lower lip, she waslost in pure fantasy.

"On my tits," she finally responded, "put it on and slowly peel it off,I love the way it feels."

"Won't that hurt?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she responded, "but it hurts good." She had a big smile onher face.

"I don't know," I paused.

"Pleeease," she looked at me with her bright, wide eyes.

What the hell, I thought.

I tore off two pieces of tape from the roll. It was shiny, brownpacking tape and it was very sticky. I smoothed them over her breasts,covering her nipples and pressed each piece firmly in place.

She leaned back, resting on her arms which were now behind her back.

"Now take them off," she whispered, "Slowly."

As I peeled the tape away, her breathing got heavier. She squirmed andmoaned. As she got hotter, I slowed the pace down. By the time thefirst piece was removed, she had already come.

"I need a break before the next one," she told me. She was out ofbreath and sweating.

"I don't know," I told her.

I reached for the second piece.

"No," she pleaded, "please don't."

"Quiet," I told her, "or I'll use some of that tape on your mouth."

She smiled, closed her eyes, and lifted her chest slightly toward myhand, as if she was resigned to the fact that I was going to do this,against her wishes.

With the first movement, I could see she was already coming again. Icontinued to peel the tape away, slowly but evenly.

Between gasps for air, she would beg me to stop, but I kep the pressureon, slowly, methodically, peeling the tape from her breasts, tugging atthe skin, as she continued to orgasm.

Once it was completely removed, she collapsed back onto the couch.

Her tits bore two bright red stripes where the tape had been. As sherested, she repeated in a soft hushed tone, "thank you, thank you, thankyou," over and over again.

After she had rested for a few minutes, she sat back up.

"That was very hot," she told me. "You didn't think it was too weird oranything, did you?"

Seeing her get that hot was amazing.

"No, I actually enjoyed doing it," I told her. It was ture, I had anerection that just wouldn't quit. The more I tormented her, the harderI had gotten. When I explained this to her, she just smiled.

"Maybe you can think of other ways to torment me then," she told me, "ifyou want me, I'm yours."

She got dressed and turned to me and gave me a deep, long, hot kiss.Then she left the room and went home.

I went home as well, thinking the whole time of what sorts of things Imight enjoy doing to Paula.

I didn't sleep a wink as my mind raced through every possible torment Icould inflict on Paula's wonderful body. By morning, I was ready toburst.

I waited until 8:00 before I called her.

Her Mom answered the phone and told me she was not awake yet. I left amessage for her to call me as soon as she got up.

A half hour later the phone rang.

"Hi," she said, "it's me, what's up?"

"I thought about your offer last night," I told her, "I haven't beenable to think about anything else, in fact."

"Oh," she said. I could tell she was embarrassed, although I wasn't surewhy.

"I want to take you up on it," I said.

"Oh, um, OK," she stammered, sounding less than excited, "can we talkabout this somewhere else?"

We agreed to meet for breakfast at a local Denny's.

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