There was no greater blessing this time of year than a short shift. With Christmas just a couple weeks away, every shop in town was filled with customers from open to close, leaving empty shelves and huge messes in their wake. An ache had settled into Caiman’s back from stooping to pick up discarded shopping items. The bottom of his jeans were ruined with soapy water from all the mopping. And if he never had to hear “Wonderful Christmastime” ever again in his life, it would be too soon.
Still, he was on the way home, now. And with tomorrow being his day off, he could go home for a well deserved nap, and probably sleep through most of the next day. There was nowhere he had to go, and nothing needed cleaning. The only thing that would keep him from sleeping would be his roommates. This was the time of year where their time together was limited. Everyone in the house had jobs to go to, some had family to see by the time Christmas arrived. The only person he knew would be there was Laila.
Laila. His best friend since daycare. They’d been close friends since, and he’d been all too happy to share the house with her. Of course, he’d invited some other friends, too, as well as his sister Dharia. It made living together much more casual, and made it easier to talk with her. Also meant that he’d shot himself in the foot where asking her out was concerned. There was never a good time where he could ask without making things awkward or uncomfortable. And now with Dharia moving in, as well as her boyfriend, alone time with Laila was getting harder to come by.
But, maybe he’d get lucky today. While everyone else was out around the mid-afternoon, Laila had a graveyard shift at The Dive, a diner not too far from where they lived. If she wasn’t asleep, she might be up to hanging out for a little while before work. That shift would give plenty of time for her to consider, and they could talk before she had work the next night.
With renewed energy, Caiman climbed out of his car and jogged to the front door. The pain in his back might as well have disappeared as he opened the door, kicking his shoes off under the coat rack.
The house was huge, big enough to house twice the amount of people currently living there. Caiman’s parents were fairly well off. His mother was a doctor, and his father a bestselling religious author and protestant pastor. Finances didn’t often come up in conversation, but he imagined they made a lot more than a waitress and shelf-stocker could ever dream of. And this was only their first house. They lived it in very infrequently since Caiman and his siblings graduated, preferring a home they’d bought somewhere in the Caribbean. That’s where they were now, for all he knew.
But they’d signed off on Caiman living there with Laila and the others. And since then, the house was redivided into smaller areas used by groups of two. Only the living room, dining room, kitchen, and home theater were free game to anyone.
Caiman closed the door. He’d seen Laila’s car parked out front, so she was still home. But she wasn’t in the living room. All three couches were empty, that he could see, and there was no noise from the kitchen. She was probably upstairs, then. Their bedrooms were on the third floor, far from earshot. Caiman decided to take his chances. If she was napping, he could just find something else to do. Probably take one himself.
A climb of the stairs later, and he was upstairs. The third floor had a smaller sitting room which connected its two bedrooms and bathroom. Normally, Caiman would just head to his room on the right. And for a moment, he considered doing just that. Maybe it would be best to just leave things alone for another day. Come back to things after the holidays.
*But what if she meets someone else before then?* He thought. *I can’t just keep waiting. I need to do this!*
With a not-so-confident stride, he was headed for her bedroom door. It wasn’t open, but Caiman had made it this far. He knocked. There was no reply from inside.
“Laila?” He called, stepping a little closer. “It’s me. You up?”
Still nothing. She must’ve been asleep. All his confidence building had been for naught. Shoulders slumped, Caiman was about to turn for his own room when he heard a noise. It was small, and muffled through the door. It sounded like Laila, but Caiman wasn’t sure what it had been. A snore, maybe? But she’d never snored before. He leaned against the door, hoping the sound would repeat. There was another, just like it. But even with his ear pressed to the door’s surface, it sounded quieted. The kind of sound was also hard to pin down. It was short, like some kind of grunt or groan. Was something the matter?
With a cautious hand, Caiman tried the knob. It was unlocked. Maybe just a peek wouldn’t hurt. He pushed the door open, just enough to look through. His cheeks burned, and his eyes went wide at the sight beyond.
Laila lay naked on the queen’s sized bed. Her legs were spread, wide open with each ankle tied to the bedpost behind her head with red rope as thick as a wrist. Both hands were tied together above her head with the same type of rope. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, though he couldn’t make out what was written across its front from here. A purple ball gag pushed her mouth wide open, explaining just what had muffled the sound.
He couldn’t see anyone else in the room. Who could’ve put her in such a position? And how had she not heard him call? Maybe it would be better to just close the door.
Yet, something made Caiman do just the opposite. He stepped inside, making sure not to close it again in case he needed to run. In all the years they’d known each other, he’d never seen Laila undressed. The closest he came was a bathing suit whenever they went swimming. He’d never seen her curves without some kind of cover. Her ample chest rising and falling with each breath. The toned muscle of her stomach. The impressive cock standing erect between her legs, along with its equally weighty sack.
Surely he would’ve noticed that before now, right? That she had one, and one so big, was news to him. Granted, he was so embarrassed being so close to her whenever they swam, that he didn’t look at much after a quick peek at her chest.
It was certainly more impressive than his own. Standing at about nine or ten inches, and at least two and a half thick. In shape, it was more canine than human. Pointed tip, with a bulb to its base called a knot. Caiman didn’t know much about Bestparian anatomy, but if they were similar to animals in some ways, why not that way?
*But why didn’t she hear me?* He thought, shoving aside thoughts of her sex. It was worth staring at, sure, but there were so many other things to think about. If he’d been doing something like this, being able to hear would’ve been an important part of keeping others from finding out. Along with making sure the door was locked.
Caiman let his eyes travel up her body, past all the things he might’ve wanted to stare at. All the way to her ears. Set in each was an earbud, though he couldn’t hear just what they might be playing. Listening to music while sitting this way sounded odd, but maybe that was just how she relaxed now? He could see her phone on the bedside table, a timer with four minutes remaining on the screen. The snooping had gone this far. Stopping now or looking at what she listened to made about as much difference if he was caught.
Going through her open apps, he found what he was looking for. An MP3 file player. It was the only app open playing sound. The surprises kept coming as he current file’s title.
“Whore Hypno Training, Part One.”
This had turned into quite the learning experience, though not the one Caiman necessarily hoped for. He could feel a tent form in his jeans, one he made desperate efforts to ignore. Hypnosis. Who’d have thought his best friend was into that? Then again, what else COULD he have expected?
A better question remained. What was he supposed to do now? Just leave again? That felt like the right thing to do. Pretend he’d never seen any of this and just walk away. Stuck with the knowledge of his best friend and crush’s turn-ons, but unable to do anything with said information.
But at the same time. . . .
Caiman looked down at Laila. He could read the blindfold, now, being this close.
“S-L-U-T”
Written in bright pink across the blindfold’s white fabric. That bulge in his pants was becoming harder to ignore. But what could he do?
The alarm for Laila’s timer cut him off. For the first time, she stirred. Her hands slipped from the bindings, and she removed the blindfold. Caiman was frozen in place, able to only lock shocked eyes with her as she looked up at him.
“C-Caiman?! Dude, what are you-!”
“I’m sorry!” He shouted, dropping her phone. “I-I-I was just coming up to see what you were doing! I just got home, and-”
Laila reached for the blankets beneath her, legs slipping from their restraints as well. Her body was covered in an instant, as her eyes remained on him.
“Get out!” She shouted, pointing for the door. “Now! Quick!”
“I’m so sorry, Laila. I promise, I won’t come in agai-”
“I said get out!”
She didn’t sound angry, which caught Caiman off guard. No, she seemed to be begging. As if fearful of something. Being not as athletic as she was, nowhere as tall, what could have been so scary?
It clicked as he saw her moving closer. Laila’s eyes weren’t on his face, but well below the waist. She was eyeing his cock.
The Hypnosis.
“Caiman, please! There’s only so much I can hold out!”
Nodding quickly, Caiman made a panicked break for the door. Whatever was going on, they could talk things out later!
Not that running did him much good.
Laila pounced on him from behind, tackling Caiman to the ground. She had him pinned in an instant, one arm behind his back.
“Caiman, I-I’m sorry. I’m trying, but I just can’t control myself!”
He was flipped over, Laila’s hand pressed tight to his chest. Caiman grabbed for her wrist, trying to push it off one way or another. But a high school champion wrestler would be stronger than her wiry, unathletic friend any day. She smacked both hands from her wrist, grabbing a fistful of his long black hair.
The blue eyes he’d long admired, which were often filled with such joy and warmth, now filled Caiman with fear. They seemed to burn into him, accusatory and livid. Laila had straddled him, her ears pressed back against her head. He half expected her to snarl as she brought her face closer. His eyes shut for fear of what might happen. And her lips pressed firmly to his.
He could feel all the air leap from his body. She’d kissed him.
She’d KISSED HIM.
Held in place by his hair, there was nothing for Caiman to do but take it. He would’ve done so gladly, in another circumstance. That sizable cock lay pressed to his chest, precum presumably leaking from the tip as she rubbed it into his stomach. His own, still hard as it was, had its head sandwiched between the plump cheeks of her ass.
He thought to protest, raise some kind of objection about what was happening. But that kiss. . . This was what he wanted, right? Laila on top of him, bouncing her ass against his cock? It was everything he’d dreamt about since high school. Sure, his hope was for different circumstances, and she didn’t seem to be acting completely of her own accord, but still.
Laila rose to sitting, breaking their kiss. Still hesitant, Caiman slowly opened his eyes. She was seated perfectly on his manhood, the whole length hidden by her shapely behind. Juices from her cock’s tip had begun to soak through his shirt as she rocked back and forth. Her focus was more on the pleasure of that than anything else.
“Fuck~ Caiman! I’m sorry! You snuck in and I-”
Her words were cut off by another, loud moan. Their was a melodic tone to it, one that made Caiman practically melt into the floor.
“I-I promise, I’ll stop! I’ll stop! I just have to- AAAAAH~!!!”
It had been one rub too far. With another rock forward, Laila ‘s cock shot what had to have been an orgasm long held back. Otherwise, there’d be no competing with the thick strands of cum what not shot across Caiman’s upper body. Some of the first few managed to land on his face, despite him trying to turn away. But even after this, Laila kept going. Her cock made shot after shot, until his shirt was practically soaked through with loads.
A solid minute of climax drained Laila of whatever energy she had left. Max had only a half second to brace as she fell forward, doing his best to break said descent. Her breathing was heavy and desperate, as though she’d let go of all the air in her lungs in that powerful orgasm.
“I. . . I’ll Stop. . . . I’ll stop. . . I’ll. . .”
Her attempted assurance quickly turned to exhausted snores. Now trapped under his sleeping friend, all Caiman could do was wrap his arms around her. The weight of what had happened was beginning to sink in, and he wasn’t sure just how they’d look each other in the face, now. If only he’d been so lucky to fall asleep too.
**Author’s Note:** Hey all! I’m kind of new to posting my erotic fiction anywhere. This is the first chapter of my story “Laila’s Training”, wherein two friends sort of stumble into a romantic and sexual relationship. I hope you like it!
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