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Giftwrapped    
by Ny (address withheld)

***

What would you do if you found a pretty young woman tied 
up and stashed in your dorm room closet? (MF, bbw, bd, 
rom)

***

Dave wearily dragged himself back to his room, his blue-
green eyes bloodshot. Even his shower had failed to 
refresh him. What a heckuva' way to spend his twenty-
third birthday, he thought as he brushed down his auburn 
waves with his hand. Lonely, broke, and overworked. He 
was still catching up on the homework he'd missed during 
the dorm play.

Thinking of the play reminded Dave of Cari. He hadn't 
seen her since the night of the cast party. He paused at 
the door to lean his tall, sturdy frame against it, 
thinking of her, tiny and round, 4'11" and 200 pounds, 
with her honey-brown skin and wide-set bottomless eyes, 
her lush dark curls and her earth-goddess figure. 

The thought of her with her hands on her curving hips, 
asking to talk to him as if he wouldn't think of 
refusing her anything, warmed him so that he barely 
noticed how drafty standing in damp boxers was. But, 
then, he thought of why he had refused her offer that 
night, and why he hadn't told her to forget about him 
long before that night, and his face twisted with 
embarrassment and annoyance. 

It was her weight. Not that he found her too plump for 
his taste; on the other hand, he desired her even more 
for her figure. She was gorgeously fat. Lush and rounded 
and warm and soft. He lusted after her plumpness; he 
desired her every curve. He wanted her because she was 
fat; he didn't trust his desire. How could he want her 
for anything other than herself?

She was very young, too easy to hurt. Furthermore, how 
could he want her for that? So, he let her be, he never 
took her obvious, if unspoken, offer. Yet, he could not 
bring himself to let her go completely, and hated 
himself for resorting to hints when he should speak 
plainly once and for all. 

Dave drew a deep sigh. Cari was a sensible girl, and 
would eventually stop chasing him; if worst came to 
worst, he was graduating in a couple of months. He tried 
to make himself hope fervently that she found a guy in 
her class to throw herself after before then. 

Thus barely motivated, Dave dragged himself into his 
room and pulled the closet door open...

To see Cari...

Cari tied up...

His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her, 
kneeling with her head down, her wrists bound with 
cotton rope so white it glowed against her rich, dark 
skin; her body wound about with rope like a cocoon, or a 
spider's web, so much so that he could barely see the 
flimsy white clothing she wore; rope looped about her 
thighs, her knees, spiraling around her lushly padded 
tummy and into the soft folds of her flesh; rope wound 
individually round each of her barely-draped breasts, 
holding each up and out to its own angle, the nipples 
poking out; rope wound around her arms, like cord 
bracelets. He stared at her, kneeling among his shirts 
and jeans, her tumbled curls falling unbound about her 
face and shoulders.

And, to his shock and dismay, he found himself getting 
very, very hard. As Dave struggled desperately to keep 
himself detumescent, Cari slowly lifted her head, to 
shock him with the grin on her moon-shaped face. 

"Hi," she said, as if she were greeting him in a 
hallway. "Happy Birthday."
 
Dave finally found his voice. "Wha? Who? Why are you in 
my closet tied up?" 

"Oh, this?" she said innocently, looking around at 
herself. "Giftwrap."

Dave snorted, beginning to be annoyed with his growing 
erection and with Cari, its feckless cause. "You had 
this done to yourself?" When she nodded, he snorted 
again. "What am I going to do with you?" 

"You could untie me."

He rolled his eyes, trying to fend off the surge of lust 
that threatened to knock all sense out of his head. This 
was more than persistent, worse than kinky, he told 
himself. "I was joking when I said that I wanted a girl 
for my birthday," he said with exasperation. "And half 
drunk."

"Then why did you say that to me?" Cari responded, 
unperturbed. She took a deep breath, and Dave saw her 
breasts rise outwards a little because of their bonds, 
saw the pointy little nipples strain a little harder 
against the cloth, and felt another surge of lust sweep 
through him from the pit of his stomach to his swimming 
head; clenching his fists to control himself, he 
threateningly said, "I should put you in the hallway 
like that."  

Cari merely looked up at him, with that "I don't think 
so" look of hers, her lush, plump lips set in a sensible 
line. Dave let out a longsuffering sigh and bent down to 
pick her up. 

He found, to his surprise, that her thighs had not been 
tied to her calves; the way she was kneeling, it looked 
like they had. He scooped her up, staggering slightly 
under her weight, and felt the ropes press into his 
arms, felt the warmth of her body, her soft skin and 
hair against the bare skin of his arms and chest. She 
didn't loop her arms over his neck. Well, she couldn't 
do that, the way they were tied, loops of rope joining 
them across her back, nor even look at him, but sat 
proudly in his arms like a young queen. 

Like a goddess in her power.

Mentally shoving away his arousal, Dave laid Cari gently 
down on the bed, putting her legs down first so she was 
sitting up, then sat behind her, his legs folded. "As 
soon as I have you untied I'm sending you back to your 
room," he said, more to himself than to her, as he 
leaned forward to work at a knot at the back of her neck 
and tried to ignore the dark, faintly-scented curls so 
close to his face. "God, Cari, what possessed you to do 
this? Suppose I hadn't come home till tomorrow?"

"And where would you have gone, straight from the 
shower?" she asked, amusement in her voice. "I did this 
because I thought it would make a great birthday present 
for you. I thought that I'd make a great present," she 
added in a rather more thoughtful tone of voice. "Don't 
tell me you're returning your present!" 

"Where should I take you to return you?" he growled, 
thoroughly annoyed with the stubborn knot, and the 
stubborner girl. "You wouldn't stay returned, I'd bet." 
The rope came free with a yank, scraping across the bare 
skin beneath; Cari gasped. Dave saw the dark welt rise 
on her neck, and was instantly struck to the heart. "Oh, 
Cari, I'm sorry," he said, touching the welt soothingly.

And he was struck by the intense desire to lean forward 
and kiss it, kiss her bare, warm, tender throat as she 
sat bound before him. Yanking his hand away as if her 
skin were burning hot, he applied himself to the next 
knot down. "Are you OK?"he asked, ignoring the quaver in 
his voice. 

Cari nodded. "I'm OK."

"So, who tied you up, after all?"

"I'm not telling you."

"What?!"

"Not till I'm untied. Or you'll go running off to find 
them and leave me here."

Dave pulled his hands off her back, with some 
difficulty, as the ropes tumbled off to expose a bare 
expanse of silky-soft skin crossed only by two strands. 
"I should leave you like this now," he retorted, 
starting to pick apart the knot in one strand. 

Cari merely shrugged, so sure of herself, so arousing 
and infuriating that Dave wanted to untie her ankles and 
take her offered gift with her still in her bonds.

WHAT was he THINKING? Dave looked at his lap... in his 
shower-damp boxers, his erection was plainly visible, 
pointing upwards at his face as if to mock him. It was 
very hard, very hot, and uncomfortable in its urgency, 
and he told it to go down before Cari was untied and saw 
it. He couldn't do this. He couldn't take what she was 
offering.
 
"Why not?" said his erection... and his head said the 
same as well.

Because she's too young, he told himself. 

She's 18, returned  his arousal. Perfectly able to know 
what she's doing. But, I want her because she's fat, he 
wailed indecisively, feeling his resolve weakening. 

No, said his heart. You want her because you find her 
beautiful, inside and out. And you have enough sense to 
see her lushness as abundance, not as a bad thing. 

But, this is weird! Tied up? I thought I was sick for 
imagining this kind of thing.

'Well,' said his conscience impatiently, 'I guess you 
aren't.'

"Dave?" said Cari, a slightly different note to her 
voice beneath the calm self-possessiveness.  "Are... are 
you really upset with me?"
 
Dave's resolve broke at the fear in her voice. She had 
herself tied up, made helpless for me, he thought. And 
dared my rejection. I can't help but be attracted to 
bravery like that. 

"I mean," she went on, "If this was really that 
stupid... I-I... thought that you wanted me, and didn't 
want to act on it because I am younger than you are. I 
figured that if I showed you that I really do know what 
I'm doing... I guess that, since I'm so fat, you don't 
want me. I wouldn't blame you."

Her voice trailed off, as Dave tried to tell her somehow 
how wrong she was. The words jammed in his throat. "No, 
no, Cari," he finally croaked. "No, I want you. I-I... 
think you're beautiful." 

She turned to look at him, and his heart caught with 
pain; her face was streaked with tears. She'd been 
crying and he hadn't even known it. "You do?" 

Dave didn't bother to struggle with words. He threw his 
long arms around her and pulled her into his lap, one 
hand on her rounded cheek, to hold her face as he kissed 
her soft cheeks, kissing away her tears. He felt her 
warm softness in his arms as she moaned softly with joy 
and squirmed closer to him, felt her soft skin beneath 
his hand, her silky curls across his arm, the soft, 
solid pressure of her body squirming delightfully across 
his lap, and wondered how he could have been so stupid 
as to deny himself this offered joy for so long. 

Soon, though, her arms caught him in the chest, and he 
remembered that she was still tied up. Slipping her off 
his lap, he took her by her upper arms, gently holding 
her a little away from him, and kissed her on her warm, 
full lips. He felt her stiffen in surprise, then moan 
again and move towards him, opening her lips.

And he sat back, and laughed at the look on her face. 
"What was that for?" she demanded, as he thoroughly 
enjoyed how her breasts moved with her indignant 
breathing. 

"For the torment I'm going through," he responded, and 
watched as her face lit up with a smile. "Besides, I 
have to finish untying you." 

"So, you aren't sending me back to my room after all," 
she asked slyly, turning back around as he slid his 
hands over her back.

Marveling at how rich and smooth her skin felt; her skin 
feels the way the best cream tastes, he thought, and 
nearly laughed at himself. "I should," he said, making 
her groan in annoyance, "but I won't."
 
"Good," said Cari, leaning backwards into his hands. 
"You do like me, in spite of my size?" 

Dave took a deep breath, then another. "I like you 
because of it," he finally said, to himself as well as 
to her. "I like you because you're brave and sweet and 
daring and foolhardy." He leaned over to kiss her 
shoulder, where a dark rope-welt stood out lividly, and 
she cooed and squirmed against her bonds, making him 
smile, all her infuriating, remote self-possessed 
attitude gone. "And because you are lush and beautiful 
and sexy. I like women who are fatter than stick-figure 
supermodels, or Playboy Barbie dolls, and I like them 
because they are large. And I had the hardest time 
admitting that to myself." 

The two ropes crossing in the middle of Cari's back 
suddenly parted under Dave's hand, and her flimsy top, 
really a large handkerchief, fell forward. "Ooops," he 
said, as her breasts tumbled free of their bonds. "I 
didn't mean..."

"Well, I did," said Cari slyly, turning her head to look 
naughtily at him through her tousled curls. She sighed 
deeply; Dave saw the swell of her breast rise past where 
her back blocked the view, and found himself wanting to 
touch it so badly he could feel his desire in the pit of 
his stomach."I'm glad you untied them. I think I had 
those tied a little tight." 

Dave planting his hands on her warm, smooth shoulders, 
leaned over to look at her front; her beautiful heavy 
breasts were indeed spiraled with darker, redder rope 
welts. "You're covered in welts!" he exclaimed. "Next 
time you have got to be more careful!"

Cari laughed. "You intend to make me do this again?" she 
said, leaning backwards into Dave's arms, inviting his 
hands to her lush breasts. He slipped his arms around 
her and hesitantly touched them, afraid to hurt her; 
when she sighed with pleasure and arched her back, 
driving her curly head into his shoulder and her wide 
rump into his crotch, he cupped them firmly in his 
hands, feeling them warm and soft, overflowing his 
hands, the little nipples hard against his palms. 
"Hmmmm," he said warmly.  "Would you do this again? Have 
you done it before?"

Without opening her eyes, Cari breathily murmured, 
"Wouldn't you like to know?" with all the archness she 
could still muster. Dave responded by rotating his hands 
around her breasts, the twin circular caresses making 
her moan and arch her back, straining attractively 
against her bonds, wriggling over his erection so 
vigorously that concentric waves of heat washed through 
him, their centers his almost painfully hard erection 
and her lusciously full, warm rump atop it. 

Dave doubted that he could keep his hands steady enough 
to finish untying her, he wanted her so badly. "Cari," 
he murmured into her hair, feeling the soft locks move 
over his face, "where are the rest of the knots? I 
really have to get these ropes off you." 

"At my waist," she breathed, still arching her back, 
thrusting her breasts into his hands. She sighed in 
disappointment as his hands left her breasts to struggle 
with the knots; Dave all but ripped them asunder in his 
impatience. Soon, they were undone, and Cari's skirt, a 
simple length of flimsy cloth, tumbled off with them. 

"Mmmmm," said Cari, stretching eagerly as Dave pulled 
the mass of cords off and flung them away. "It feels 
good to be untied. They were a little tight," she 
finished, surprised, as Dave pulled her backwards and 
atop him, rolling from beneath her so that he lay beside 
now-supine Cari on his side. She looked up at him with 
wide, surprised, but utterly fearless eyes as he slipped 
one arm beneath her and planted the other hand beside 
her, placing his body over hers, looking down into her 
eyes. 

"You want this, Cari?" he asked. He had to be sure.  
"You really want me to?"
 
Dave's question was cut short as Cari threw her still-
bound hands around his neck and drew his face to hers to 
kiss him forcefully, her full lips warm against his. 
When she let go, she looked up at him, his nose nearly 
touching hers, and gently whispered, "Of course I do. 
What did you think?" with that outrageous temerity that 
made Dave's passion flare. 

"Oh, Cari," he murmured with all his heart. What else 
could he say? "Oh, Cari."

She smiled up at him, half saucy, half tender, and 
kissed him again, deeply this time, as she wrapped her 
plump legs around his waist, pushing at his waistband 
with her toes. Dave obligingly pried off his boxers with 
one hand, then sank that hand deep into Cari's warm 
curves, into the flesh around her lower back, holding 
her to him and kissing her hard. He felt her draw her 
body up against his, felt her full, lush breasts and 
belly press firmly against him, felt her gasp into his 
kiss as he held her tighter still, his hand pressing 
into one of the fading rope-welts. 

He wanted to sit back, to kiss each mark and each 
unblemished spot on her skin, to enjoy her bountifulness 
with time and ease, and yet he wanted to have her, 
wanted to let her surround him utterly, so badly his 
blood boiled. As if she sensed his conflict and wanted 
to end it for him, Cari wriggled herself against Dave 
till the head of his member felt itself sliding against 
indescribably warm, wet softness. 

This was too much for Dave. With a groan he pulled Cari 
against him, breaking the kiss to bury his face in her 
soft, scented neck as he plunged into her hot tightness, 
burying himself to the hilt, feeling himself hit her 
cervix. Instantly, even as he felt her body clasp him 
welcomingly, he felt a pang of remorse. He shouldn't 
have taken her like that, so suddenly.

Dave's last conscious thoughts were driven away as Cari 
arched her back beneath him, tightening her legs around 
his waist, clamping him in a silken vise, and let out a 
sound between a scream and a whoop, as she came. Dave, 
shocked and delighted, felt her come, pulsating around 
him, felt the tidal wave of her pleasure wash over him, 
sweeping him away with it, awash in a sea of pleasure, 
as he felt her shudder all around him and came himself. 

Dave collapsed against Cari as she let her legs fall to 
either side of his thighs. He buried his face in her 
neck again, feeling her pulse beating deep below her 
skin, as his own heart pounded in his ears. "Cari?" he 
finally murmured. 

"Mmmmmm?" she responded dazedly.

"No, I just wanted to say you, to say 'Cari'", he 
replied as he reluctantly rolled out of her, just to 
pull her beside him into his arms, feeling her warmth 
and softness, now slightly sheened with sweat.  He 
nestled his face into her hair, smelling it and smelling 
her, and she snuggled against him for a long moment more 
before either spoke again.

Finally, he said, rather sheepishly, "Cari, I'm sorry 
that I came that fast." 

Cari gripped his hair, rather painfully; when he looked 
at her in surprise, she pulled his face to hers and 
kissed him again, as heatedly as if she had not just 
knocked him over with her passion. Dave began to squeeze 
her again when she let go to drape her arms round his 
neck and look him in the eye. "No, you have nothing to 
be sorry for," she said seriously, with a hint of anger. 
"Unless you intend to get up and go do your homework 
now," she added, the anger dissolving into a smile. 

Dave laughed. "All right. Although I'll keep saying it 
if you keep kissing me like that." He tried to sit up 
and felt her hands against his neck, the rope still 
joining them, and laughed as she did. 

They struggled up to a sitting position, and Cari laid 
her hands in Dave's so he could untie them. "How long 
were you tied up, anyway?" he asked, looking studiously 
at his work and not at her unabashed nakedness. 

"Oh, not too long," she said airily. "Marty and I waited 
for you to leave for the shower."
 
"Marty tied you up?" He stopped to look back up at her. 
She stuck out her tongue impishly at him; he leaned 
forward to kiss her for a long, warm, moment, her lips 
soft and easy against his, before he sat back and she 
went on. "Yes, Marty. You'd be surprised at what she 
knows about knots." Cari's eye gleamed, as if she knew a 
thing or two herself. "As I was saying," she said 
archly," we snuck in then, and she tied me up really 
fast. I think that's why everything was so tight." 

Dave shook his head. "You are incredible," he said, 
awestruck. "There's so much of you that I don't know 
about."
 
"Well, there's much of you that I don't know about 
either," said Cari sensibly, but her eyes twinkled with 
joy. 

"Yes," agreed Dave, freeing the small wrists and plump 
hands. "And I intend for both of us to learn each other. 
I firmly intend to learn you," he added, kissing both 
her palms and the inside of one wrist where the rope had 
left a red mark, and then kissing a path along the 
inside of that arm as he felt her lay the other on his 
already-hardening penis, wrapping her little hand around 
him. 

Cari's only response was to coo for joy.

END

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