Bree Bellucci

Bound And Sold

Addison Miller pushed a lock of her long chestnut hair back behind her ear for the thousandth time that evening. The wind was roaring across the winter beach, howling in the dark night and chilling the assembled friends down to their bones. Even under layers and layers, the four young adults couldn’t seem to get warm. Not that any of them minded the predicament too much. This was half the reason they’d decided to come to the beach in this first place. This deep into January, the only way to stay warm on the Jersey Shore was by snuggling close to someone and cloaking yourself in a booze jacket. And the foursome in question was on the ball, in that regard.

It was January during the friends’ senior year in college. Addison, along with her best girl friend Anna and their longtime friends with benefits Grayson and Charlie, attended colleges all across the region, and only ever got to see each other during the long summer and winter vacations that occurred during the school year. Knowing that they had each other to come home to made the trek back to their lame suburban town in Central Jersey fall less horrible.

Some people were surprised when they realized how close the four young people remained. There wasn’t a lot that they had in common, on the surface. Addison was a beautiful but introverted bookworm, president of the Mathletes during high school, and currently studying engineering at MIT. Anna had been the president of the drama club in high school and the lead in every single school play. Now, she was off in New York studying drama at The New School. Grayson had been a star athlete during college, and had won himself a scholarship playing lacrosse at Cornell up in Ithaca. And good old Charlie was the class clown, always coming up with some crazy scheme. He was in Boston now, studying something different every year at Boston University.

They were, indeed, an eclectic group, but that was what made them such a strong unit. Beneath their differences, they shared the same sense of divine dissatisfaction with the status quo, the same sense of adventure. These qualities had gotten them into some pretty fantastic scrapes through the years, but they always came out laughing their asses off. And that was the most important thing to all of them, at the end of the day.

They were even having a ball freezing their butts off on the abandoned January beach. These beach trips had been a tradition since their first winter break reunion during freshman year. Each of them would bring a little bottle of booze; Addison brought the rum, Anna the vodka, Grayson the whiskey, and Charlie the tequila. Then, they’d pile under a bunch of blankets on the beach and fool around, getting tipsy and rolling all over each other. Eventually, they’d pair off and do vaguely naughty things until everyone was too drunk to care about getting nasty in front of each other.

There was no self-consciousness between the four of them, as this had been going on forever. Ever since high school, Addison and Charlie had been fooling around, and the same went for Anna and Grayson. Even while they were away at college, the pairs managed booty call trips. None of the friends ever insisted on a relationship, because they were too young and too fond of their group to mess everything up with dating. So, they continued on as fuck buddies for most of their young lives and loved every single minute of it.

“Who’s got the rum?” Grayson said, his words getting whisked away on the wind the moment they left his mouth.

Charlie produced a bottle from the pocket of his coat. “Sorry, I’ve been hoarding it,” he said.

Grayson snatched the bottle away and took a long pull. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert, that’s how Grayson always was around booze. Vacations were the only times he ever got to goof around, what with his scholarship, and he was always the one to live it up the most. Pausing in his chugging for a moment, he wrapped his parka-clad arms around Anna and pulled her tightly against him. She squealed in not-too-authentic alarm, batting him with her gloves.

“You’re nothing but a big oaf, Grayson,” she chided, “You know that?”

“Well, I guess that makes you nothing but a little shrimp!” he laughed, giving her an affectionate noogie. Grayson and Anna had a funny way of switching back and forth between brother-and-sister antics and sex-buddy shenanigans. Addison smiled at them, shaking her head.

“You two are quite something,” she said, “Think you’ll ever grow up?”

“Why should we?” Anna said, “Growing up just means getting lame and frumpy. Like you, Addison!”

“Hey!” Addison pouted, “I am not frumpy!”

“Not yet,” Grayson said, “But if you keep talking about growing up and horrible things like that…I don’t know. You might be in danger.”

“Charlie,” Addison implored, “Tell them that I’m not a frumpy lame-o!”

Charlie pretended to appraise Addison, sending Anna and Grayson into giggling fits. “Well,” Charlie began slowly, “I do percieve that you’re wearing mittens that you knitted yourself…You may be well on your way to frumpy, my dear.”

“Piss off!” Addison cried, batting Charlie playfully on the arm, “And don’t think you’re getting any from me tonight. Why would you want to fuck a frumpy mess, anyway?”

“Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with frumpy!” Charlie said quickly, “I like frumpy! It’s comfortable. Like an old couch.”

“You’re not winning yourself any points,” Addison warned, turning up her nose. She felt Charlie’s hand on her inner thigh. He leaned in close and rested his lips against her cold ear.

“Let me make it up to you then,” he said, running his hand along the shapely expanse of her thigh. “Let me show you what I really think of you.”

Addison grinned. They’d clearly all moved on to the latter part of the evening, which meant that things would be heating up quickly from there. Some people found their four-way friendship to be strange, the fact that they were so comfortable around each other struck some people as odd. But the four of them never worried about it, they just enjoyed their friends’ company and had as good a time as possible. That was why they all got along so well. No one was worried about propriety or what was the “right” thing to do. They just did what they wanted.

Charlie’s hand moved ever closed toward Addison’s crotch. Even through her thick blue jeans, his touch sent shivers of anticipation through her eager body. There was something about Charlie’s boyish charm that had excited her from the first time they’d met. He’d been goofing around before homeroom on their first day of high school, having shown up in what were clearly pajamas. He was a clown with a heart of gold, and he meant the world to Addison. Luckily for her, the feeling was mutual. They weren’t exclusive in body, but they were in heart.

The gentle pressure of Charlie’s gloved hand against Addison’s shrouded pussy made her groan with anticipation. He rubbed her slowly through the layers of her clothing, and the friction was absolutely delicious. After so many years, Charlie and Addison, as well as Anna and Grayson, knew each others’ bodies like the back of their own hands. Every tender spot, every irresistible zone, they knew it all. And Charlie was heading in for the kill there on the dark beach. Addison was more than willing to surrender to his touch, as she always was. There was nothing she loved more in the world.

Anna and Grayson’s voiced trailed away as they fell to pawing for each other in the cold. Charlie smiled down through the darkness, hiking the blanket closer around himself and Addison. Addison brought her face toward Charlie’s, lay her lips tenderly against his. She took his bottom lip gently between her teeth and bit down ever so slightly. They all shuffled between being a tiny bit sadistic and just a little masochistic as well. The four friends were sexually fearless, always trying new things when they desired. They were honest with themselves, and each other, about what they wanted, simple as that.

With an expert flick of the wrist, Charlie unbuttoned the fly of Addison’s jeans and slipped off his glove. Addison shivered a bit as his chilly hand came to rest on her bare midriff. He let his fingers warm against her body, sliding his tongue against hers. They never hurried, Charlie and Addison. When they were together, they took all the time they needed. No amount of time was too much to devote to making the other happy. It was the only thing that they were really concerned with, this making and taking of pleasure with each other.

As his skin warmed beneath the blankets, Charlie slid his hand under the elastic band of Addison’s panties. She gasped a little as his fingers brushed the tender flesh above her groin. They’d only been back for winter break for a couple of days and hadn’t had their hands on each other for months. At this point, every little contact was absolutely to die for. Addison writhed against the sand beneath their blanket as Charlie stroked her sensitive skin. He moved his hand inch by inch, until his fingers finally slid between the lips of her pussy.

He gasped, realizing how wet she had become with mere proximity to him. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of the hot, wet slit, and Addison closed her eyes, savoring every moment. She could feel the blood rushing to her groin as the pleasure of Charlie’s touch overcame her. She felt lightheaded with longing, wanting to suspend the moment and advance it. Charlie rested his cheek against Addison’s, taking his time. His fingers felt for every fold, every inch of Addison’s pussy. He knew her so well, but every time he touched her it felt utterly new.

Charlie poised his fingers against Addison’s wet pussy, and she wrapped her arms around his neck in anticipation. As she lay her cold lips against his neck, he slid his fingers into her. The penetration sent Addison into a dizzy spell of pleasure. Charlie plunged his digits further into her dark chamber, tickling her in the best of possible ways. Addison kissed his neck deeply, loving the feel of his fingers inside of her. He knew exactly how to feel for those spots that drove her wild, and she couldn’t help but gasp as he played her pussy like a piano.

Suddenly, Charlie’s strong thumb rested against Addison’s clit. She cried out, surprised by the intensity of her pleasure. Every time they were apart for a spell, she forgot exactly how wonderful it was to be touched by him. And every time they reunited, she was quickly reminded. Charlie rubbed her aching clit as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. Addison was sure she would pass out from the intense pleasure, sure that she’d never be able to keep her head on while he touched her so expertly. The doubled sensation was driving her absolutely crazy there on the beach.

Charlie kneaded her clit passionately. Applying just the right amount of force, and faster by the moment. Addison wrapped her fingers together behind Charlie’s back, digging her teeth into the padded shoulder of his parka. She was racing toward orgasm as Charlie flicked her clit with killer precision. Charlie bore down on the tender nub and urged her forward. She felt the inevitable, staggering pressure building, knew that it had to be released. Charlie delivered a swish of the wrist that send Addison sailing into orgasm. She came into his waiting hand, moaning into the wind as she thrashed below him.

Addison rode the waves of her orgasm as the ocean broke against the sand just yards from them. The cacophony of crashing waves was not loud enough to drown out Anna’s screams of pleasure. She was certainly the loudest among them. Probably a result of all her voice and speech training at school. The girl certainly had some pipes on her, and the agility of her tongue had been long lauded by Grayson. She was the reigning blow job queen of his universe, and probably quite a few other guys’, since exclusivity was a dirty word to this particular group.

A great shudder ran through Addison’s body as the last jolt of orgasm surged through her. She lay back, spent, against the cold sand. Grinning, Charlie looked down at her with faux smugness all over his face. He loved nothing more than to make her feel good, and they both knew it. But sometimes, he liked to play just a little hard to get with her. He lay down beside her and drew her against his body. She felt his quickly beating heart, heard his still quickened breath. She wanted badly to return the favor that he’d bestowed, but she’d been knocked for a loop.

“Let’s head back to the car,” Grayson suggested, the triumph in his voice letting everyone know that he had succeeded in getting Anna off in his usual stellar fashion.

“I agree,” Anna said, beginning to gather up the layers of blankets and sheets they’d spread for themselves. “I’m freezing my tits off out here,” she mumbled.

Charlie helped Addison to her feet, and the four boozily broke down their camp. It took far longer than it should have, or would have had they been sober. Together, they trekked up the sand toward the boardwalk, chattering all the way.

They’d parked Anna’s second hand Honda Civic in the empty parking lot beside their favorite boardwalk arcade. In the summertime, this entire neighborhood was swamped with New Jersey natives, sun-screened tourists, and just about every other faction you could imagine from all across the east coast and beyond. The Jersey Shore was famous after all, and not just because of those orange bozos from MTV, either. The Shore did something magical to people. It released their inhibitions and forced them to worry about nothing but fun for just a little while. In short, it was the perfect place for this particular foursome.

Anna struggled to unlock the car doors and her three friends teased her. They’d all imbibed a bit more than they usually would. Chalk it up to higher drinking tolerances earned in college, perhaps. Finally, they were able to get the doors open and pile inside, collapsing into the well-worn seats with peals of laughter and ribbing. Out of the wind, they instantly felt the life return to their fingers and toes, and in the boys’ case, other extremities. Addison eyed Charlie conspiratorially. The back seat was, after all, all theirs.

“OK, let’s go!” Anna said, turning the key. Grayson looked at her with a touch of alarm. It was shameful, but the friends were not entirely opposed to driving with a few drinks in them on a typical day. It was risky and very dangerous, but they rationalized that they didn’t do it very often. What was the harm, anyway? But tonight seemed a bit different. Anna, who was usually the best at handling her booze despite her tiny size, didn’t seem to be doing very well. The other three looked on in concern. No one seemed to be in a place to drive.

“Let’s just cool it for a while,” Grayson said, laying his hand over Anna’s on the ignition. “We’re not in a hurry, right?”

“I’m fine!” Anna cried, betraying the fact that she most certainly was not, “I didn’t even have that much. I’m fust jine!”

“Fust jine? Really?” Charlie laughed, “Get your hands off the keys, little missy. I’m not in the mood to go up in a fiery inferno tonight.”

“Screw you, Charlie,” Anna said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Anna, come here,” Grayson said, running his hand through her hair, “I have something to tell you.”

He brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. Whether this was an act of passion or a great distraction tactic, it was a good move. In an instant, Anna had scrambled over to the passenger’s seat, straddling Grayson on the worn-out material. With her free hand, she flicked on the car CD player that was already loaded with one of their favorite mixes. As if they needed mood music. Addison snuggled up closer to Charlie, who welcomed her advances with open arms. She burrowed against his chest, still clad in all manner of layers. Without wasting a moment, she lay her hand against his firm torso and let it wander down his body.

Charlie leaned back in the seat, pulling Addison on top of him. He not-so-secretly loved it when Addison found herself on top during their sex play. It gave him a great view of his beautiful fuck buddy and meant that he had very little to do but lay back and enjoy. Addison didn’t mind it one bit, either. She loved being on top of anyone, but especially Charlie. He was game for anything, and she’d never slept with anyone as fun as him.

“What am I doing up here?” she asked coyly, “Are you cold or something? Do you need me to warm you up?”

“I most certainly do,” Charlie moaned. Addison could feel the bulge of his cock against her still-throbbing pussy. The feel or his erection against her sent a flurry of excitement through her abdomen. She and Charlie’s dick knew each other very well, and it had been too long since they’d last spent any time together, in her opinion. It was high time that they become reacquainted, Addison thought, after all these long months.

Addison pushed up the hem of Charlie’s heavy sweater, exposing the smallest bit of smooth skin. She loved the shape of Charlie, the way his hips stood out with those tantalizing muscles that were just right for grabbing onto. She ran her fingers lightly, right above the waist of his jeans. Addison could feel him growing harder every moment that she kept her hands on him. He was quick to rise, this one, but that didn’t mean that we was out of control of himself. Addison had never met a guy more able to wrangle his erection in a pinch.

She brought both hands to rent upon him, her small fingers and palms working their way up his chest. She tweaked his nipples playfully, and he bit at the air as if to bite her head off. He was a joker even when they fooled around, and Addison wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d much rather prefer a light-hearted love maker to some intense, poetic fraud who was really just being self-indulgent. No, Charlie was the best. He connected with Addison when they were together like this, never once just going through the motions, and she appreciated it greatly.

She quickly undid the fly of his pants in one motion. She was nothing if not experienced in getting Charlie’s pants off. With painstaking slowness, she slid Charlie’s zipper down, pulled his fly apart. His erection nearly burst through the new opening, standing at attention, as if Addison could ignore it. With glee, Addison tugged down the front of Charlie’s jeans and briefs, and said hello to her good old friend. Charlie’s cock was rock hard beneath her, and they groaned in unison as Addison wrapped her delicate fingers around its width. Some girls found hand jobs to be passe, but Addison loved them.

Addison worked her hand up and down the length of Charlie’s shaft, bearing down with just the right amount of pressure. Charlie arched his back as pangs of pleasure burst through his body. A loud groan escaped his throat and Addison giggled at its intensity. She loved how unabashedly Charlie expressed his delight in her touch. If he was only doing it to encourage her, she had to hand it to him that that was a pretty excellent strategy. She brought her spare hand to his dick, wrapping both sets of fingers around his hefty cock.

She pumped her hands along the length of Charlie’s dick, watching his face contort with pleasure. His features hardened into the silent scream that they always took on when they really started to get into it. Addison let a hand stray toward his balls, and cupped them gently as she continued to work his cock. He gasped as her fingers tickled the extra-sensitive skin, and she let her thumb glance across the glans. She could tell that he was ready to cum on the spot, but wouldn’t just yet. Charlie and his admirable self control, as ever.

“I know what you’re holding out for,” Addison said slyly. Charlie tried to feign an innocent expression, but couldn’t do much when she was touching him so exquisitely. Without pausing in her efforts, Addison adjusted herself on the narrow backseat, always a delicate maneuver. As practiced as they were at fucking just about anywhere, there were still some operations that took more care than others. Addison slid into the bottom of the back seat, among discarded fast food wrappers and cigarette butts, and pulled Charlie up to sitting before her. His cock stood out, pleading with her, and she was happy to give it some relief.

Addison brought her mouth to the bulging head of Charlie’s cock and wrapped her lips around it. Charlie cried out in relief, like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Keeping her hands on the shaft of his cock, Addison flicked her tongue against the head, and the sensitive underside of his dick. He wrapped his fingers in her chestnut curls and let his head fall back against the seat. She knew exactly where her tongue should touch down, every single stroke that would drive him up the wall. And she wasn’t afraid to employ her powers.

Charlie’s dick was far too big, far too hard, for Addison to swallow completely. She gulped down as much of his raging erection as she could, pumped her fists up and down his shaft to completely encompass the lengthy organ. Charlie’s breathing began to speed up, and Addison caught the sharp taste of pre-cum on her tongue. She looked up and met Charlie’s fevered glance as she sucked hard on the head of his dick. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and jerked her hands down toward his balls quickly. It was too much even for Charlie.

He came into Addison’s waiting mouth, pulling her hair just beyond the point at which it was painful to her. Addison drank Charlie’s cum, felt it slide down her throat, coating it like paint. He came seemingly on end, the stuff pouring into her mouth until she couldn’t swallow anymore. She felt a warm trickle escape down her cheek as his cum overwhelmed her. What, had he not gotten laid since they’d last seen each other? Addison swallowed loudly as that possibility landed with her. She looked up at him, amazed. Had he been exclusive without her knowing it?

A grunt from the front seat signaled that Grayson and Anna were busy doing some version of the nasty. Addison and Charlie were essentially alone in the backseat. Addison wiped away the stray trickle of cum and looked up into Charlie’s eyes, searching for the truth. He met her gaze cavalierly at first, then seemed to recognize her suspicion. Before he could utter a word, Addison read the truth plainly on his face. Without her consent, Charlie had moved them into the realm of being in a relationship. That simply would not do. That would not do at all.

Charlie busied himself getting all of his clothes back in the right place. He was very intent on his re-dressing, far too much so in Addison’s opinion. She pulled herself up to the other seat in silence, letting Charlie stew in anticipation of what she would say. She was disappointed with him, to say the least. This sort of thing broke their unspoken agreement. He knew that she’d be displeased by it, too, or else he would have said something. Addison folded her arms over her chest, and Charlie became still beside her. They were silent for an excruciatingly long moment.

“So,” Addison began with acid on her tongue, “Not getting laid too much, are you?”

“How can you even tell?” Charlie said. Addison noted that he wasn’t denying anything. Of course he wasn’t. She could tell when he was lying before he even spoke. She could smell it on him before he even said a word.

“Since when are you fooling around with me exclusively?” Addison said, “That’s not the way we do things Charlie.”

“No,” Charlie admitted, “It’s not the way that we’ve done things. In the past.”

“Or in the present!” Addison cried, “We agreed that we would never be in a relationship, Charlie. I don’t want to be restrained like that! It would kill our friendship, don’t you see that? Monogamy is unnatural.”

“Oh, please,” Charlie said, “What are you talking about? We made that pact when we were fourteen and fresh off our parents’ divorces. Of course we were afraid of commitment then, and rightly so. But we’re adults now, Addison. I want to start behaving like an adult, not some dumb kid.”

“I thought adults were frumpy and boring?”

“Don’t be petulant. It doesn’t look good on you.”

“Fuck off, Charlie!”

“Addison, please,” Charlie said, turning toward her, “Let’s talk about this for real. I don’t see any reason why we should talk about maybe making this thing between us something more…Official.”

“Ugh,” Addison shuddered, “I hate that word. Official. It’s like we’re registering with the state or something. What kind of bullshit…”

“Look, I know that you’ve never been in a relationship before-”

“Neither have you!”

“But think about it, Addison. What do you call what we are now?”

“We’re friends,” Addison said, “We’ve always been friends. And I’d like to stay that way for as long as we possibly can!”

“But that’s the thing,” Charlie said, “A friendship is a relationship. And a friendship that included sexual attraction, well… I’d say we’re mates, my dear girl. Like it or not. Now, all I’m suggesting is that we do exactly what we’ve been doing this whole time, except we stop doing it with other people. Can’t we at least just try it?”

“I don’t know,” Addison said, “I don’t see why we should.”

“Well,” Charlie said, “For my part, I simply don’t want to have sex with other people. So I’m not going to. How about that, huh?”

“But…Then I’m being awful if I do!” Addison cried.

“Have you been with other guys lately?” Charlie asked, “Since we saw each other last, I mean?”

“One…Almost,” Addison said. She realized then that she too had been mostly exclusive to Charlie, except for one lackluster eating-out by her TA. What was going on? Charlie smiled at her excitedly.

“See! You feel it too!” he said, “We haven’t talked about it, but we’ve each felt it! So what do you say? Why don’t we at least give it a shot?”

Before Addison could answer, Anna let out another enormous shriek, rattling the car on its tires. All four friends burst into laughter, noticing the steamed up windows all around them. They were a caricature of themselves, alright. Anna slid off of Grayson back into the driver’s seat, shaking her head.

“Well, I guess I’m sobered up,” she laughed, turning the key in the ignition. “You guys about reading to hit the road or what?”

“Fire her up, baby,” Charlie said, wrapping an arm around Addison, “Let’s go home.”

A sharp knock on the driver’s window made the four friends jump out of their skins in unison. The sudden, bright glare of a flashlight seared through the foggy glass. Addison whipped around and noticed a pair of headlights shining behind them. When had this other car arrived?

“The cops?!” Grayson uttered, “We’re so screwed!”

“Just be calm” Anna said, “I just cry and get out of all kinds of tickets. Watch.”

Anna rolled down her window and squinted into the bright light. No one could see beyond it to the figure beyond the window, and his silence was eerie.

“What are you doing out here?” said a stern, bass voice from behind the light. Anna giggled girlishly at him.

“We’re just enjoying the view,” she said, “It’s a little tradition for me and my friends. But we were just leaving, officer!”

“Is that booze I smell?” he demaned.

“Uh, no…” Anna chirped, the worry shining through her voice. Addison saw out of the corner of her eye a second flash light on the passenger’s side. All around the car, dots of light were springing up, blinding the four friends in the car.

“What’s going on?” Charlie called.