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This was written for a very special friend, and is posted here at her suggestion and with her permission. It is my first story, and though the scene itself involves no bondage and only light pain, it is the setting and the conditions that make it fun...

Where we are is not that important. Probably here in Denver, at my apartment. Maybe at someone else's place. We're in a dimly lit room, watching a movie with about 6 other people. Let's say this is far enough in the future that we are watching Coppola's "Dracula." The one with Winona Ryder in it. Now there's a neck worth nibbling on, wouldn't you agree?

We're sitting farthest back in the room. The others would have to turn toward us to see us. You have asked me to give you a backrub, which I am happy to do. I turn you to face the TV, and have you kneel, sitting on your heels while I am behind you rubbing your shoulders, neck, and back. Mmmmm... does that feel better? A little more pressure here, perhaps? Very good, I can feel you relax- ing more and more. A few people looked up when we started, but they've lost interest and are looking at the TV again.

The more I rub your back, the more you relax. I take one hand and start working the knot of muscles at the base of your neck, working up to the base of your skull. While I do this, my other hand is gently stroking your shoulder and upper arm. You sigh gently. Suddenly, I grab your right breast, pinching the nipple underneath the cloth and whisper in your ear: "If you make any sound during the rest of the neck-rub, your punishment later tonight will be exquisite." You know that I mean it.

I release your nipple, lightly rubbing it through the fabric, then reaching over to tweak the left one while I'm there. Knowing that someone might turn towards us just to ask a question (we being the most fanatic about vampire lore), I bring my hand around behind you and start running it around the small of your back, dipping just a millimeter lower with each circle. You know I will eventually have my hand under your skirt, don't you? Don't you wish I would quit playing around and do it, already? Each circle, a tiny bit lower. It feels like two movie should have played in the time it takes me to reach under your skirt and touch the inside of your thigh. Now you know why I insisted on you wearing a skirt, don't you? It will hide my hand so well.

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The inside of your thigh is so soft and smooth. I want to spend time just running my fingertips so very lightly on that skin, so I do. Barely touching, so gentle you can't be sure that I am touching, but you feel the heat in my fingers. And I can hear your breathing catch, and get deeper. I move my fingers further upward. I can now feel the heat of your pussy. If I can feel the heat without even touching it, there must be a burning there indeed. I run my fingers back down. Not yet, my dear, not yet. I remove my hand.

"Is that helping any?" I ask innocently. A few heads turn to see both my hands working on your neck. They don't see how flushed your face is. They see you nod, and don't know that it's because your breath is caught in your throat, and you couldn't speak if you had to. They turn away.

When they do, my hand goes straight back to where it was, but now as I bring my fingers up your thigh, I extend one and lightly brush your lips. So very lightly. But enough so that you know it was no accident. Now you feel me breathing warm air on the back of your neck, as continue to run my fingers up and down. Each time, I rub your lips more directly. Do you moan yet, or do you control yourself?

I cup you in my hand now, the tips of my two longest fingers rubbing around your clit but not directly on it, the palm of my hand rubbing your lips. I bring my lips to your ear. "Does this feel good?" I ask, and lick lightly the inside of your ear. I start rocking my hand under your skit in time to the rubbing motion of the hand on your neck. Gradually build up speed. Tiny increments, but noticable. I gently touch the tip of my tongue to the line of tendons where your shoulder meets your neck as my fingers touch your clit directly for the first time, and my thumb slips gently inside you. God, you're wet. And so hot. It's like sinking into heated maple syrup. So hot, and a sweet stickyness to the feeling. Do you moan yet? Do you get punished later tonight, or do you sustain control?

I withdraw my thumb and start rubbing just below your clit, at the top of your lips, with my fingers flat across your skin. As I change to this, I begin to lightly nip at the skin between your shoulder and neck with my teeth. Feather-light nips, just enough to tease the nerve-endings. And you notice that the hand rubbing your neck has stopped and is working it's way around to your nipples.

Now I'm really working you. I'm rubbing from you lips to your clit and back, squeezing your breast and pinching the nipple through the cloth, and my bites have gotten a little stronger and are running along the side of your neck, up to your earlobe and back. I can feel the tension building. I can feel you body beginning to tense. You're getting wetter with each time I reach your lips. Are you getting close? Will you be able to control yourself?

All at once I pinch the nipple, pinch your clit with two fingers while the others go inside you and you cum on my fingers.

By Longshot