You let Katie go since you have to eat as much as she does and an empty fridge won't do either of you any good. Not only that, you've already decided what to do before she gets back. As soon as she's out the door, you dart back into your room. You dig around the mess to find your camcorder. After some more excavation, you find your tripod as well. You set up in Katie's room. It's cleaner in here anyways.
You choose something high tempo with heavy beats from Katie's CD collection and pop it into her player. You set up the camera so it faces the Katie's dresser, opposite her bed. Fortunately, there's enough standing room for you to be in the shot. The music blares it's rythmic drumming as you enter the camera's view, now wearing a tight-fitting blue tank top and high trimmed jean shorts. You dance to the music, getting into the beats and giving the camera a few slutty kisses and winks while you're at it. You sway your hips and wave your arms back and forth, then gracefully hug yourself and fondle your body to the rythym. Slipping your hands under your top, you pull the shirt over your head and toss it away. Still in the groove, your jean buttons become undone and some wiggling of the hips sees the garment on the floor. The straps of your baby blue bra fall off your shoulders as you cup your breasts together and pull the bra open in sequence to the beat. Man, you could be a hell of a stripper if you needed the extra cash... Your hands frisk your upper body, squeezing and pinching your tits. They then slide down your sides, catching the strings of your g-string on their way down. You give a few innocent poses and poses of shock surprise to the camera before kicking the cloth away and spreading your long legs for the money shot.
Your pussy is ripe pink now, aching to be played with. You do just that, keeping to the music at all times. Your finger pushes in and out, you lick your other fingers and plunge them deep inside as well. The music's pace hastens, forcing you to speed up yourself, you feel the heat in your cheeks at the speed of your fingerbanging. "Ho hoo..." Your breath becames labored.
You notice Katie's purple dildo on the floor. Already this far gone, there is no thinking, you just grab the toy and stuff it inside you. "Hwoah... oh oh oh!" No longer hearing the music, the only beat drumming in your head is your racing heart pumping blood through your veins as fast as your sending the dildo in and out of your cunt. You lean back on the dresser and rest a leg there, spreading your pussy for easier access. It doesn't take long before you're spurting from a small orgasm. "Huh... huh... OOoooo..." You take a moment to catch your breath, then address the camera. "Did you like the show, Katie? Did it get you nice and hot?" You walk up to the camera and pick turn it towards the bed. "If only I could wait for you, but I'm so damn horny." Your face lights up, "I know, if I can't touch myself, then I'll HAVE to wait for you to get back!"
You slink onto the bed, making sure to accentuate the curves on your body as you do so. A pair of handcuffs are waiting. *Clack* "I'm waiting for you..." you call out lustfully. You turn off the camera, uncuff and finish with your preparations. The video waits in the living room with the television on and the tape cued with you about to dance. You return to Katie's room, lie down on her bed and cuff your right hand and then with some difficulty finally manage your left hand. The keys sit on the dresser. You stare at yourself in the mirror. What a hot site. A college girl tied naked to a bed, helpless and horny. You feel like rubbing yourself but quickly realize you can't. Dammit, you should have stuck a vibrator in there to get you through the wait...
Fortunately, your wait isn't too long. You hear the door unlock and Katie come in with groceries. "I'm back! Hey, girl, where you hiding? Maybe she's asleep, you know her."
Who is Katie talking to?! She's got someone else with her? Footsteps can be heard outside, in fact, it sounds like a group of feet walking around.
"Make yourselves comfortable, oh she left the TV on again." There's more than one? "What is this?"
You then hear the drumming beats of the background music play. Oh my god, she's playing the video in front of a bunch of people! Maybe she'll stop it as soon as you start to strip. You just sit there desperate to find a way out. The music continues to play the audience remains inaudible. If she plays this to the end... you stretch your leg out in a vain attempt to reach the keys at the far end of the room. You give up hope and just let fate take its course. You sit and listen to the video play in the other room as cold sweat builds up on your body. Finally you hear your own voice, "I'm waiting for you..."
There is a long awkward silence after the tape finishes its course. The silence is broken by footsteps down the hall. The door to Katie's room creaks open.
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