A Fantasy Comes True Chapter 2 part 2 of 4

A Fantasy Comes True
Chapter 2 part 2 of 4

The funeral was the following weekend so Frankie could attend without missing class. It was there Ms. Young's lawyer, Mr. Rosin, handed Frankie an envelope. In it was her farewell to him in a letter that he carried in his wallet everywhere he went. At Christmas, Frankie learned that Mr. Young, Ms. Young's ex-husband, was contesting the will, claiming that Ms. Young was not of sound mind.

Mr. Rosin got the court to schedule the hearing during Frankie's Spring Break, as he needed to be there.

Frankie hated that his entire Spring Break was spent in court. Ms. Young's doctor testified that she learned her fate just days before the Thompsons left for their niece's wedding. Frankie realized that it was just a few days before she joined him in the erotic shower and changed his life forever. He thought back to the letter in his wallet, and how she spoke of the courage to do what she did. The doctor shared that she lived longer than he had expected and admitted that she had good and bad days, which often resulted in odd injuries to her body, mostly from falls due to the tumor affecting her fine and gross motor skills. Frankie suspected he might have been the cause of a few of those odd injuries due to her desire to experiment sexually.

Frankie testified that he had worked for Ms. Young and the other ladies of his neighborhood for four summers mowing lawns and maintaining their yards including trimming the trees and bushes six days a week. He told the court that Ms. Young, Ms. Jones, and Ms. Garcia fed him lunch even though he never asked. When Mr. Young's lawyer questioned Frankie about her last summer, Frankie admitted to being in the home and helping fix things that were broken, including a clogged toilet, a broken shelf, and other minor repairs that were needed between his visits.

He testified about how he had done repairs for her in the past, but not to the level he had that final summer, and thought it was due to the house being old and things just wearing out. He also shared that they made plans for him to help her decorate her home for Christmas when he planned to come home for his Thanksgiving break and take the decorations down before he returned to school at the end of his winter break.

Frankie's mom testified how she and Ms. Young met every Wednesday for coffee. Ms. Young would ask about Frankie's progress in school, and how she missed his biweekly visits to mow her lawn and asked when he would return. Frankie's mom shared how she was the one that found Sandra dead in her bed when she was late for their coffee date. Mr. Rosin played the 911 call and the paramedics testified that she had died in the night, and nothing could be done to resuscitate her. Frankie's heart ached to listen to his mom's frantic call and the calm demeanor of the paramedics. This was not just some woman to him; this was his first lover, and his first love.

To Frankie, the trial dragged on. On Thursday, the judge declared that Ms. Young was of sound mind and was entitled to leave her estate to Frankie, as he was a son to her, and had given no indication to anyone, except the doctor who knew better, that she was dying. The fact that she had made plans for Christmas, knowing she would not live to see it, was how she struggled to hide her condition even from Frankie's mom, her closest friend.

The judge also stated that since Mr. Young did contest the will, he was enforcing the clause that stated if he did, he was to receive only one percent of an account that Ms. Young had established for him. Thus, instead of getting the $100,000, he received $1,000 and was made to pay all the court costs.

Now, Frankie stood on the porch of his new home, took the key in his hand, and unlocked the door. He turned the knob, the door creaked open, and he stepped in. The furniture was covered in sheets and a thin layer of dust lay on the floor. Frankie looked around and was flooded with memories. There was the couch where she had him tie her wrists and ankles.

He remembered it so well. It was a Saturday evening, about two or three weeks before he left for school, and she had asked him to come over to fix a broken shelf. She swore she set a vase on it, but the damage did not fit the story. He fixed the shelf quickly, and she invited him to stay for dinner. She fixed him a steak, with macaroni and cheese, and corn on the cob. Frankie's mom was on a date and would be gone for hours while Sandra (as it was their intimate time) wanted to do something new and kinky. She showed Frankie the special restraints she bought, placed a double layer of thick bath towels on the sofa cushions to avoid any damage from their combined sexual fluids, and told him to tie her to the couch naked.

While she stripped down, Frankie lit a few candles, dimmed the lights, and tied her to the couch exactly as she asked. The restraints were soft, smooth leather with fur lining the parts that would encounter her skin to prevent irritation. Frankie put the cuffs around each of her wrists and tightened them so she could not slip out, then tied the two together with the specialties meant for such a purpose.

He made Sandra lay on the sofa, face up, naked and stretched her arms above her head. He took the straps of the cuffs and tied them to the end table that sat next to the couch. She made no effort to stop him, but watched in silence, licking her lips. The ankle restraints were a bit larger and lacked the ability to be connected like the wrist ones. He placed one around her left ankle first, making sure she could not free herself or be injured, then moved her leg so it went along the top of the sofa, tying it to the rear leg. He repeated the process with her right ankle, placed her foot on the floor, and attached the strap to the front sofa leg. This placed Sandra in the lewdest, a most vulnerable, and most exposed position she had ever been in.

Then she said, "Frankie, I want you to blindfold me, and make me cum without your cock. Use what you wish, your tongue, your fingers, but not your cock. And not until I say. Make me beg for your cock Frankie. Then, feed it to me first. Do not cum in my mouth. Not tonight. And do not untie me until we are done. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sandra," he said softly as he checked her restraints.

"Any questions Frankie?"

A million questions ran through Frankie's mind. Why did she want such a restricted session? Why couldn't he cum in her mouth? Why was she so specific when so many times she let him do what he wanted? Yet he knew he was going to be doing what he wanted. He was going to bring her pleasure, make her cum, and in the end, they would make love. He never thought of these sessions as fucking, but as lessons in lovemaking and pleasing his partner. Just before he slipped the blindfold over her eyes, he kissed her softly and stared deeply into her eyes. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but the words would not form. She smiled and mouthed, "I know," as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

"Play some music Frankie," she whispered. "Something soft and romantic."

Frankie walked over to the stereo and found a CD marked "Love Songs." As cliché as it sounded, Frankie slipped the disc into the CD player, hit play, and heard Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing". He smiled as he walked over to Sandra and gently stroked her hair. Frankie grabbed the cushion from a nearby chair and set it on the floor, then knelt on it. Sandra gasped as she felt his fingers tickle her flesh as he kissed his way from her feet, up her legs, past her pussy, across her stomach to her nipples. His hands cupped and kneaded her firm breasts, and he watched her nipples harden as she moaned softly.

He leaned in, and kissed them softly, licking and sucking her nipples.

Sandra giggled, squirming under the restraints, but not saying much else. Frankie could feel his rock-hard cock throb and drip pre-cum onto his leg, awaiting its entry into Sandra's mouth and vagina.

The music played on as Frankie caressed and kissed her bare flesh.

He nibbled his way down her stomach to her pubic hair. She always kept the area nicely trimmed in a triangle pattern. He kissed along the blonde edge, reflecting on how it pointed to the origin of life, and his lost virginity. The curly hair tickled his chin as he kissed down to her clit and labia.

She gasped as his lips touched her sex, the area of her womanly goodness. Frankie licked her clit, twirling his tongue around it as a new song played softly in the background. He slid two fingers deep into her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. The sweet taste of her sex filled his mouth and drove his desire. He could smell her arousal, the sweet musky aroma that haunted his dreams, fueled his passion and made him want to fuck her harder than ever before. His cock stood rock hard between his legs and he wanted to fill her with his erection but wanted to respect her wishes.

Sandra squirmed and moaned, but still said nothing. Frankie remembered she wanted him to make her beg so he slid his fingers from her sex and into her anus. Sandra gasped and smiled. "Good boy," she whispered.

Frankie smiled, knowing that she liked what he was doing. He sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled as his fingers worked inside her rectum. Sandra squirmed and moaned. He could tell she was close, so he backed off and waited. She hissed and gasped but said nothing.

Frankie repeated the process several times when finally, she screamed, "Fucking hell boy!"

Frankie looked up, surprised. He was sure she had asked him to do exactly what he was doing, but now she seemed angry. "Something wrong?" he asked.

The anger on her face disappeared and she smiled. "Please Frankie, make me cum now."

Frankie remembered she wanted him to 'make her beg,' so he smiled wickedly and said, "I don't know Sandra, you did yell at me."

When their affair had first started, Frankie would have never been so defiant with her. But tonight, he was trying to follow her instructions, though he did not like to be this way with her. Sandra smiled wickedly and said, "You're right. But I only yelled because you kept getting me so close then you stop."

"I know," said Frankie.

He knew exactly how close she was to an orgasm, and it was killing him to make her wait. "Then finish me! Make me cum!"

Frankie shook his head, "No, I think I will get dressed and go home."

Frankie was silently praying she would not call his bluff. He wanted to make love to her, but he also wanted to please her and fulfill her odd request. Sandra seemed to glare at him through her blindfold then hissed, "You wouldn't fucking dare?"

To be continued