Just Like Old Times... (Closed)

[Mephistophelily]

A closed thread for myself and Eazy.​

Had it really been almost 10 years since she was last here? It was funny. They had been friends for what felt like ages... and yet, those years apart were actually longer than they had even been together. She was barely in her teens when she left here, moving closer to her father's job, bounced to another city, leaving behind her school and best friend.

Her mother had despised them hanging out together. Said he was a bad influence. Said a girl her age shouldn't be spending so much time with a boy. People would get wrong ideas about her. April was twelve at the time. She had no idea what her mother meant. They were simply playing games, being kids. So maybe their ideas of fun were a bit... odd. They were simply copying what they saw on television. Every kid did that, what was wrong with it?

The good guy, the bad guy, the damsel in distress...
April was always the damsel in distress.
Always.

The damsel in distress found herself in many strange predicaments. Spots her mother would have gone insane over if she had known about them. April would complain when the usual turn of events started in their games, grumbling about the predictable turn to it all, but wouldn't tell them no. They were still friends, after all... He'd never let her actually be hurt. She was certain on it.

Well.
For the most part, anyway.
There were times...


But that was in the past. April Martin was different than she was back then. She smiled as her Focus turned back onto the familiar streets of her younger years, everything looking so different yet so the same. She slowed as the houses passed, shaking her head slightly. She felt like a kid again. A 22 year old kid.

The car came to a stop before the house she knew so well, April's eyes raising to take it in. It seemed so big then. She peeked at the huge oak tree in the back yard, wrinkling her nose at it slightly as her gaze moved to the garage. That thing was still standing? Ugh, she had really hoped it would have been ripped out or fallen in or something. Another source of confusing, frustrating memories.

She blamed him for a lot of the things in her life anymore.
Not that she hated them. But having someone to blame for it made things easier.

If she had hated him, she wouldn't have tracked him down online. That face didn't look that different at all on his profile. Oh, internet. Wonderful thing. Reuniting old friends, bringing them back to places they knew so well.

There was so much she wanted to tell him.
Show him.
Explain to him.

Finally getting out of the car, she took off her sunglasses, pushing them up off her nose to instead help pull the hair from her eyes as they rested atop her head. Going to the door, she gave a gentle knock, taking a step back to peer into the window. "Hello? Should I just bust in like I used to here, or what?," She called out, smirking.

 

[Eazy]

It came as a great surprise when she contacted him. He'd heard stories of how the internet had helped old friends and classmates get back in touch after years apart, but that was such a long time ago, and they were so young. Jacob had thought about his childhood friend over the years since her family moved, but long since figured that those days would remain nothing else then memories of a time so distant that it started to feel like they belonged to another person entirely. Perhaps a bit melodramatic for only ten years in the grand scheme of things, but when you're this young and having gone through so many changes over the years, a simple decade does seem like a lifetime.

The young man fidgeted a little on the couch of the living room as the television played whatever he could find to keep himself busy until her arrival. Jacob Larsen was excited, anxious, but also a little nervous. April had been one of his best friends in life, but now that they were adults, he'd wondered just how many things they still had in common. There weren't many twenty-something year old girls who enjoyed playing freeze tag in the backyard or sitting around to watch Saturday morning cartoons.

They touched based the basics of what they had been up to in their respective lives, but meeting up in person would be different from the past three weeks of chatting online or even their recent phone conversations. At least they still had the old neighborhood to talk about. Heck, Jacob still lived in the same house after his father earned an early retirement and both parents moved out of town so they could be closer to the beach. He could have gone with them, or even settled into another place entirely, but there were a lot of good memories attached to this old two story home. Some of which involved April, as the young man felt a smirk touch upon his lips while reflecting on a few past childhood games that seemed somewhat less innocent through the jaded eyes of an adult.

His solitary reflections soon came to an abrupt end, however, as the sound of knocking stirred him out of his daydreaming. As he glanced toward the main door in the hall just outside of the living room, any lingering doubts on whom it may be were put to rest as a young woman's voice called out from outside. Despite those earlier concern, the young man's one response to her presence was to get the biggest smile he'd had in a while before jumping off the couch and going for the door.

A large amount of that smile remained as he opened the door, looking his childhood friend over and, as if those years apart suddenly didn't exist, stepped closer and pulled her in for a quick hug, "April! Jeeze, it's great to see you again." He stated while letting go, taking a closer look of the young woman before him and teasingly adding with a smirk, "Well. It sure as heck looks like puberty was incredibly kind to at least one of us."

Gazing at her for a moment, seemingly in near disbelief of how grown up that little girl he used to play games with and tricks on almost everywhere they went had become since last they met, the young man finally invited her into his home, "Oh, sorry. Please, come on inside? I hope you were able to find the place without any problem? I know it's been a while since you'd visited the old neighborhood."

Leading the way inside, Jacob closed the door behind her, rubbing at the back of his head a bit while watching her take a gander at the interior of his home. "Probably seemed a lot bigger the last time you were here, huh?" He joked, leading her into the living room and grabbing the remote to lower the television a bit so they wouldn't have to worry about talking over it.

"I'm not sure how different it may look, aside from new carpeting and fresher coats of paint on the walls. The folks left most of their old furniture when moving out, though some of it probably wasn't around before you had to move away. Heck, even my room doesn't look too different. Well, aside from having a bigger bed and the lack of Power Rangers themed blankets, of course." He finished, shrugging his shoulders a bit with a half smile touching upon his features.

 

[Mephistophelily]

April smiled as the door open, revealing to her the face that had seemed so surreal to belong to the boy she used to know. He still looked somewhat like she remembered, but not entirely. The sideburns, the glasses, and the deeper voice... And taller. Quite a bit taller, really. Seeing and hearing it all in the flesh was still something surprising as well. "Jacob!" She laughed as he hugged her, squeaking lightly at the tight grip of his arms. Okay, that was yet another difference. His hugs were a bit stronger than they used to be, too.

Released from his hug, she smiled again, finding it hard to keep it from creeping back up. "And look at you!," She teased, reaching up to run the sides of his face. "You're all scruffy!" She grinned, giggling once more. As he stepped away, she put her hand on her hip, the other resting on the doorframe. The momentary lost look on his face was mirrored by her own, still in awe of seeing him in person once again. Ten years didn't sound like that long, but it certainly felt it.. and looked it, after realizing just how much he had changed. Funny, she had changed so much. She didn't expect anyone else to. It just seemed odd to have the boy she remembered now be this... guy.

As he invited her in, she nodded, letting go of the door and stepping in after him. "Wasn't that hard to find. Not like you could change it that much. And it's very hard to get this place out of my memories." She glanced at him as he led her back to the living room, peeking around. He was right, it did seem the same yet different from when they were young. "I saw they finally fixed the old church, though. About time they did that. I had heard about the fire at The Davidsons' place, too. That was horrible..."

The mention of the paint job and furntiure made her gaze fall back on him, an eyebrow raising. "Oh, I hope not too much of it's changed. Even some of that has memories tied into it." She smirked, quickly swapping it for a mock frown as she put her hands on her hips once more. "No more Power Rangers blankets? Aw. I was looking forward to cuddling Tommy again."

She sat down on the very edge of the couch, her hands folded between her knees as she looked up at him, shaking her head slightly. "It really is nice to finally see you again. College has just been draining me. Spring break back with Dad, the few hour drive here- I needed this. I really did." She raised a hand, shaking a finger at him slightly. "And you, Mister Larsen. You've been on my mind a lot lately. Do you remember half the stuff we used to do around here? My god, my mom really would have freaked out with that. She was going on about it a few weeks ago, how she had a feeling you were up to no good and corrupting me and... Well, being a typical mom." She shook her head, shrugging. "I didn't bother to tell her. I mean I'm nearly 23. What's it matter now?"

Sitting back a bit more, she gave a light sigh. "That's what I loved about your parents. They didn't say anything on that stuff. They let us do what we wanted, just made sure everyone still had all their limbs and weren't trying to kill each other. My mom? Even pick up a steak knife and she went insane."

 

[Eazy]

Jacob let out a low whistle at her mention of the Davidsons' fire, his mind reeling back for a few moments to his memories of that day, "Yeah, that was crazy. I couldn't see the fire from here, but you could probably see the smoke rising out in the distance for about a mile out."

The young man placed the remote upon the coffee table as she responded to the changes, causing him to shake his head as he assuaged her concerns while resting both hands into his pockets, "Nah, not too much. The paint and carpeting was more my mothers idea. You know my father. Never too big on changes once he's gotten comfortable with something. I'm almost shocked they so easily agreed on buying a place closer to the beach after spending so many years of their life around here."

On her quip about his Power Rangers blanket, Jacob rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Hmph. Tommy..." He gave a mock glare, which wasn't terribly convincing as he corrected, "We both know Jason was the greatest Power Ranger they ever had."

Taking a seat on the armchair next to couch, allowing them to face each other a little easier while sitting, the twenty-two year old couldn't help but smile as she spoke of how grateful she'd been for making the visit. Of course, that smile turned into a knowing smirk when she brought up some of the games they used to play, and how her mother tended to view his 'influence' on her daughter.

"I swear, those games were completely innocent. Innocent, I'm telling you!" He said while raising his hands in mock defense, chuckling afterward and giving a crooked, almost nervous smile while admitting, "Well. Innocent for the most part. I have to admit that as puberty started to hit and girls looked less yucky, playing with you got to be a lot of fun on a strange new level." Shrugging slightly, he concluded, "So, yeah. Your mom may have been a little overprotective, but she probably wasn't completely off the mark about what I was doing to her innocent little girl."

Rubbing at his neck a bit as he leaned back into the chair, Jacob let out a relaxed sigh while gazing over at his friend, "It's really great to see you, though. I'd thought about you over the years. Wondered how you were doing. If anyone else was tying you to stuff in the absence of the guys and I."

The young man snickered at that for a moment, before remembering after she'd brought up his parents, "Oh, by the way? I'd mentioned you coming into town to my parents when I talked to them on the phone yesterday. My Mom said to give you a big hug from her. My father said he thinks your dad still has his screwdriver."

He chuckled and shook his head over that, knowing his old man was guilty of losing tools on occasion and often suspecting one of the neighbors until being told otherwise. Their conversation was bringing out a lot of old memories, even more so then what had come up during their online and phone chats. In particular, were those memories of their then (mostly) innocent games, which brought about a surprising notion to the young man.

"You know." Jacob started, his lips curled into a slightly familiar smile which often meant he was plotting up something mischievous; gesturing with a nod of his head toward the outside as he continued, "We still have the old garage out there. And this time I'm pretty sure Andy McPherson won't come over to distract me for over a half hour with a new video game or set of trading cards when I should be 'rescuing' you."

The young man waited a few moments, hoping she would pick up on what he was getting at before shrugging his shoulders and admitting, "Eh, I guess it is a weird suggestion, and we're probably way too old for stuff like that." Still, he quickly added with a hint of conviction in the admittedly strange notion, "But it could be fun, if you felt like being childish for a few minutes. For old times sake and such."

 

[Mephistophelily]

She simply gave him a sidelong glance at the playful question on if 'anyone was doing it still'. Should she even answer that...? April felt a bit more comfortable again when he talked of his own parents, laughing slightly at the comment from his dad. "Knowing mine, probably. Yours thinks everyone's out to take from him, mine thinks everything is his... Parents. Sheesh. They sometimes are more childish than their kids..."

Conversations spurted between subjects, recaps of the last few years, changes around them, things they missed of their younger years. Again, Ten didn't seem that long, but so much had really managed to become different in that length of time.

For one thing, a subject Jacob had briefly brought up a few minutes ago.
The opposite sex wasn't as 'icky' anymore.

It was when that smirk of devilish deviousness came to his face that she knew something was up, the attempted innocent start of his words leaving her to look at him curiously. And what was he-

Ohhh.

"I'm surprised that thing is still standing," She admitted softly, blushing a bit, trying to cover it by shoving a hand against his chest playfully. "Andy was such a pain in the ass!," She laughed with a pout on her face. "We'd be in the middle of something and he'd just... show up..." She sighed, shaking her head. She still remembered a few times where Andy had shown up and distracted Jacob from some other things he'd started- like April being the damsel in distress in some part of his yard.

...Wait, was that-?

She glanced at him again, an eyebrow raising as she slowly smiled.

"Well... I have to admit, being back in this house kinda- brings back old memories. Makes me long for those days when we didn't have to worry about what people thought... or at least, didn't care. I'd kinda- like to feel that way again..."

 

[Eazy]

It was an odd suggestion, especially one to make with a friend that he hadn't seen or even spoken with for about a decade before late last month. It really had felt like those years apart were washing away, however, so the words almost came out of Jacob's mouth with the infliction of minor uncertainty as if he were asking to burrow her car. All the same, he would have understood if she laughed it off as a silly idea and they put it beyond them as an awkward moment in what had thus far been an otherwise pleasant reunion.

So it came as a fairly big surprise when she didn't immediately shoot down the notion, and actually appeared rather open minded of the idea. His lips curled into a wider smile, almost looking like a kid being told they could go play with one of their best buddies, which perhaps wasn't too far from the truth in this case.

"I can relate to what you're saying, April. There's a lot of stuff I enjoyed as a kid that I was apparently supposed to 'grow out of' as I got older." He noted with a roll of his eyes, remembering how even in his early teens people would seem to find his wild imagination and continued interest with certain hobbies to be childish.

"And I know a couple of the guys used to always find it strange when they'd first hear that me and the others were playing with a girl. But, heck, who cares what they thought? You made a good Princess Zelda." He added with a chuckle, remembering how she didn't exactly cotton to the occasional use of cartoon Link's infamous catchphrase. Letting out a short sigh, Jacob gave a shrug of his shoulders while lamenting, "But I guess some stuff never really changes. Heck, even as an adult there are certain interests that would earn their share of strange looks from others."

Shaking his head over this, he patted his hands on his knees, as if signaling that it was decided as he pulled himself up from the seat and stood by the couch while offering a hand to help her up. "C'mon. At worst, it'll be our little secret of a bad attempt at revisiting our youth. And at least it's a lot cheaper than buying a sports vehicle to get over a mid-life crisis." He stated with a snicker, gazing down at the sexy young woman his childhood friend had grown to become; a slight hint of mischief within his features as he finished with a shrug, "Besides, who knows? With a few twists here and there, it could turn out to be a lot of fun."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"My room mate made fun of me the first day at college." She frowned slightly, resting her chin in her palm as she leaned forward on her knee. "Remember that Pinky stuffed doll you won for me at the waterpark? I had it on my bed. She called me a little kid, asked if I was going to get up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons when she was working off hangovers." Her frowned deepened. "What was horrible was that she was right. I was watching them on Youtube on my phone, under the blankets, while she was sleeping."

The Zelda mention, however, earned a sour glance from her. "At least you called me Princess. Can't imagine what they would have thought if they heard that, though." She stuck out her tongue with that, laughing a little as he stood up, an eyebrow raising along with it. "Ohhh, you heard about my mom's new car..." April smirked once more with that, taking his hand and getting up, his added words receiving a half-lidded glance over her shoulder. "Twists and turns, huh? Tsk. I always figured you'd grow up to be a pervert." The jab was said in jest, her hand squeezing his before letting go. "C'mon. I want to see if my old bike's out there too. I actually miss that wedgie-inducing thing."

Heading out to the garage with him, it was another case of nostalgia creeping in. The old Cadillac that never ran was gone, finally, leaving the place to actually look bigger than she remembered- but still off without it. The right bay door still held its issues with fully closing, one of the reasons it was always so wonderful for when they were still playing hide and seek.

That poster was still up, the one that made her blush when she was younger. A half-naked woman, leaning over the Craftsman toolbox... but now it was a bit faded and curling on its edges. "My bike!," She laughed, spotting the yellow twisted handlebars behind a pile of boxes. "I knew it was here!"

She ran over to it, pausing as she peeked into the other bay.

The old bench car seat.
His punching sack, his weight bench.
The bay door that never opened.

She stared at them a moment, her hands resting on the bike as she just stood there, taking them in. "Funny. Those... Those didn't change much in my head."

 

[Eazy]

Her teasing jab about his 'twists and turns' comment actually came fairly close to making him flush as he helped her up, before the young man quickly brushed it aside with a scoff and eye roll while joking, "Hey, what can I say? I'm a guy. We're all a little pervy. And going by what your Mother figured, I was always destined to turn out as one."

Jacob chuckled after that, watching over his friend as she was helped up, flashing a small smile upon his features as she gave a squeeze before letting go and bringing up her bike as they went outside, "Oh, yeah! It should be in there. I remember my dad wanting to get rid of it a couple times but my Mom always said to leave it in case you or your parents ever came looking for it. After a while it sort of became another fixture in the place."

Out of the entire house, the garage was the place which had remained the most untouched since she was last here. His parents had little incentive for cleaning it out except when absolutely necessary and, on top of that, it became a dumping ground for stuff they didn't really use but also weren't in a hurry for getting rid of anytime soon. He stood beside her at times, trailing behind at others, as they made it out there and entered. His focus shifted, at points watching for April's reaction to their old hangout, while at others focusing on whatever caught her attention at the moment.

Smirking as she glanced at that old poster, a part of him felt a faint twinge of embarrassment over still having it up, but, hey, the little handywoman in it had been too important during his adolescent years to throw away. That expression widened into a full smile as she raced toward her bike, showing more than a few traces of that silly twelve year old girl he knew growing up while she soaked in the nostalgia. Jacob walked around the interior, mostly idly looking around when he wasn't focused on April, but also partially keeping an eye open for something specific.

As she lamented on how little certain parts of the garage had changed, Jacob couldn't help but nod in understanding as he commented, "Well, we did tend to spend more time playing out here instead of hanging out in my house. Also, this old garage has kind of become the place that time forgot. Could probably find some pogs laying around here if you looked around for long enough."

His head turned, glancing around for a while, as if partially trying to accentuate this point, but soon proving to be on the lookout for something else entirely as a grin found its way onto his face upon spotting something.

"And lookie what I found!" He announced in a singsong voice, pulling out a mostly unraveled length of rope and holding it up by two ends while snapping it for effect, jokingly (well, mostly) inquiring as he snickered at the young woman, "So, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to tie you to the old punching sack by force?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Ugh, Pogs. I ended up using a bunch of those stupid things to keep my desk from angling. And you traded me all the ugly ones, you brat!" April stuck her tongue out with that, feeling more and more at home in the familiar place; like she was a kid again, here after the bus ride home from school instead of a twenty-something driving so far to see an old friend. "I never could play that right. I think that's why you always won. At least I could kick your butt in Mortal Kombat. Mm! Another thing Mom was mad at you for introducing me to. That game was evil, she said." She rolled her eyes, letting go of the handlebars and meandering a bit closer, still peeking about at the familiar, forgotten things.

The broken flowerpot. They had told his mom a dog had run up onto the porch and shoved it off in excitement... But in all honesty, it was their silly, foolish games that had led to that thing being smashed into pieces like that. Good god, this place was like a museum of their childhood. So many random little things that brought a smirk to her lips.

"And lookie what I found!"

"I'm afraid to ask...," She teased, turning back around to find him standing there with a good length of rope in his hands, a grin on his face. Her eyes widened slightly, biting her lips to hide the little smile. He seemed far more interested in doing it now than he ever did as a kid...

But that didn't mean she didn't want to play like they did as kids.

"Oh, no! Stay away from me, you evil, evil Shredder!," She gasped in mock fear, placing a hand to her lips. "You'll never get away with this!"

How many times had those words left her mouth as a kid?

This time, it was different...

 

[Eazy]

The amusement in his features became evident as April began to display mock fear in homage of her Saturday morning, yellow jumpsuit wearing counterpart. Which came as a great relief to the young man. Despite how interested Jacob had been in playing, he was a little worried of how awkward it might feel when they actually started. With her apparent enthusiasm, however, that was one concern quickly put behind them. Not that it would stop the two of them from appearing like a couple of nutjobs if anybody saw them right now.

"We'll just see about that, Ms. O'Neil!" Jacob quickly declared after clearing his throat, holding up the rope and doing his best impression of an evil scowl as he slowly approached her with a smirk, "And I wouldn't count on your green friends showing up to save you anytime soon. If there's anything those two imbecilic mutants of mine are good for, it's acting as decoys."

Sometimes they had other people playing different parts. Other times they simply interacted with imaginary variations of the supporting characters. For now, they would try to keep it simple for starters. Besides, he never could get Donny's techno babble down just right.

The young man approached his childhood friend with the rope, the pair engaging in some play struggle as he led her toward the punching bag like had been done many times in the past. Of course, he was a lot stronger now than back in those days, so if April did try to test how well he could handle a squirming 'victim', she would probably be surprised. When they got to the sack, Jacob wasted little time in wrapping the rope around her abdomen and arms. He was careful of not causing any accidental rope burn, but did recall how ticklish she could be, and perhaps let his fingers brush across her tummy a little too often for it to be an accident as he led the rope around and around before tying the knot.
"There! That should keep you in place to work as bait for those meddlesome reptiles." He announced after tightening the rope, making it so she couldn't wiggle out of there even if she wanted to before walking toward her front to inspect his work.

It'd been a while, but it seemed he hadn't lost his touch as he looked it over carefully while rubbing at his chin for effect. Seeing April tied to the old punching sack again really did make it seem almost like old times. Well, except for the fact that she was a lot more curvy compared to the little 13 year old who moved away years ago. It was a welcomed sight for a number of reasons, and perhaps caused his gaze to linger for a bit too long before a mischievous smile spread across his lips. He really hoped she had a good sense of humor.

"Ya know...." He started to say, breaking character for the moment as he mused to his friend, "It's been a while since I've watched the show, but I remember the real April O'Neil usually showed off a lot more cleavage than this."

Grinning as he allowed her a chance to let these words sink in and (perhaps) figure out what he meant, Jacob slowly stepped closer and raised his hands to her ironically yellow colored top; hoping she had a bra on underneath as he started undoing the buttons. He ignored any protests she may have voiced, his fingers fast at work until her bra covered breasts were almost fully exposed.

Jacob stopped at just about where the bound girl's nipples would be uncovered, as he didn't wish to completely take advantage of the situation; instead stepping back a couple of steps and tilting his head while closing one eye and holding both hands up in a framing action as he took in the scene before him, "There! Now it looks more authentic."

 

[Mephistophelily]

She tried not to laugh as he grabbed her arm, playfully pulling away herself- Holy crap, when'd Jacob get so much stronger?! His own little tug soon had her trying to backpedal her steps, shoes skidding on the cement floor as they had always done when they were younger. Then he usually relied on her to cooperate for the most part... but a part of her was rather enjoying the firm grip he had taken on her arms. Little Jacob wasn't so little anymore!

April let out a little laugh, stifling it as best she could as he pushed her to the bag, the ends of the rope quickly making their way about her as he seemed far more eager to do this than he had as a kid. A light squeak left her lips as he lingered a hand against her stomach, wriggling and glaring at him as the tickling fingers moved away. Brat! As he stepped back, she twisted again, surprised at just how much better he had gotten in his knots and ropework since this had last happened. Okay, this was going to be harder to sneak out of than in the past...

"Oh you evil-," She started to grumble as she looked down at the ropes, only to look up as he spoke... The normal voice of Jacob returning. "Uh? Hey, wait, what're you planning?! JACOB-!!"

She gasped out as he started to undo her shirt, stomping a foot against the cement floor again and shaking her head, trying to twist away from him and his far too wandering hands. As if the tickling hadn't been bad enough... Here he was, stripping her!

"Dammit Jacob!," She hissed, glaring at him as he stepped back, blushing at the fact he'd left her with the shirt nearly fully opened and the pastel yellow bra beneath as her only main covering. "You're such an ass...," She grumbled, shaking her head. "You've only gotten worse! Come on, button me back up. Please?" She tried to ask as pathetically as she could manage, only to groan in frustration seconds later as he teased. "Stop looking at me like that! Oh my god, don't you DARE think of getting a camera!"

As much as she complained and yelled at him, it was an oddly familiar thing to be back like this. She still trusted him, knew that he wouldn't let anything actually hurt her. Embarrassing her? Well, she wouldn't put that past him.

The ropes felt just the same as she remembered, and that smirk of deviousness on his face was still as frustrating as ever. As a kid, she thought it to simply be the fact that he had won... But what about now? Still the same glee over getting what he wanted? Or...

She swallowed hard, twisting her wrists against the rope as she looked at the floor. There was another part to the problem. When they were young, it was all fun and games and being a little weird. But... over the years... she had come to realize that- that she kind of liked it. Part of why his inquiry earlier had been so conveniently ignored and passed over. How do you confess to an old friend that what he did to you in your youth led to you developing a love for being tied up?

"You're a brat," She reiterated, frowning at him. "Always have been..." She stuck her tongue out with that, pushing off from the bag and causing her chest to thrust out a bit more, her bra pushed up already from the ropes nestled beneath it.

 

[Eazy]

It was increasingly difficult to keep up any semblance of a straight face as she reacted toward this sudden twist to their old tying up games. When she mentioned the idea of getting a camera, however, he felt his lips curling into a wide smile as he stifled a laugh and applauded her, "Hey! An actual camera! Good idea, April. Why bother settling on a mental image when you have a true Kodak moment right before your eyes?"

The young man tapped a finger at his chin for a moment, watching to see if she'd buy it or not before finally dismissing (at least for now) the idea of taking any pictures for future posterity, "Although...now that I think about it, my camera batteries would need to be charged again, and that would take too long. Such a shame."

The stifled snickering was near impossible to keep from spilling out at this point, as he placed one hand partially over his lips until managing to settle back down a bit. Yes, he was a brat, but that childish humor aside, there was also an appreciation for her physical beauty which was evident within his eyes. She truly had grown up to become a beautiful young woman, and while not fully exposed, the way her ample amount of bra covered cleavage would rise and fall during her struggles did plant a few less than innocent images into his mind.

For that matter, and maybe it was only his own depraved imagination, but if Jacob didn't know any better, he could almost swear that she wasn't completely annoyed about the situation. It caused him to study her reaction intimately, that cocky smile slowly dissipating, watching April with an entirely different interest which would only find itself interrupted once she spoke to him again.

The young man almost missed the beginning of what she said, but picked on most of it as he smiled back and teased, "And yet you let me tie you up again? I'm starting to wonder if you might like this, sweetie pie?"

Jacob didn't know how true this may or may not be, of course, but figured it was a fitting enough retort to her own accusation. Eyeing her carefully, he moved in closer to the woman, raising his hands and starting to wiggle them in a teasing fashion that hinted at what was coming next as he added, "If nothing else, you should have seen this coming....Ms. O'Neil."

Without another word, his fingers quickly went to work on tickling at her tummy; working around the sides at first, then slowly making their way toward the center, before returning to her sides. He more or less knew where her most sensitive spots could be found and was certain to exploit them, as he continued to 'torture' the bound woman. Heck, there was even an episode of the old Ninja Turtles series where April was subjected to tickle torture, so at least it was keeping somewhat to the spirit of the show; even if he wasn't completely keeping with their earlier premise of playing characters.

What came next, however, would only be found in the realm of rule34 style drawings and fanfics, as his fingers inched their way higher. The way her nearly fully exposed breasts were on display during her attempts at getting free made them a tempting enough target. Now, with his tickling causing her to squirm about even more then before, it was becoming near impossible for him to not give into temptation. Jacob's eyes were focused upon the rise and fall of her heaving bosom, fingers a little less focused on tickling as they neared her chest, gliding over the rope which bound her to the bag. It was so, so tempting.

But, with great reluctance, Jacob let his hands move away of April's body; instead lowering them back to his sides. Part of it was a desire to continue teasing her, but there was also that uncertainty of how she may react if he went any further, or even suggested they went further. That would be a real buzzkill for the old private reunion.

Instead, flashing her a small smile, he winked at the young woman before completely changing gears, and doing so in a frustratingly casual manner, "I....need to use the restroom. And not for the reasons my father suspected I did after hitting puberty."

She was right. He was a brat. It was evident in the knowing way Jacob looked at her, as he skimmed over in his head memories of his 'brief' pauses in playing and how they normally turned out. But that was then, and this is now, as he started walking out of the garage while glancing over his shoulder and calling back in a mockingly reassuring fashion, "I'll only be a few minutes! You just stay right there and don't move an inch! I'll even see about finding some batteries somewhere in there."

The young man slipped out shortly after, only to be heard calling out from the other side of the garage door to reply to an earlier comment. "Oh, and for the record? I let you kick my butt at Mortal Kombat!" He fibbed, both of them knowing Jacob wasn't the best at hitting the correct buttons for special attacks, before the very faint sounds of his departing footsteps were all to be heard in his wake.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was nearly mortified as he seemed to debate doing the exact opposite of her pleadings, shaking her head again as he teased her on it. Sighing heavily as he deemed it too much effort, she let her shoulders relax, falling back against the rather too-well tied ropes that he had left her in. Well, at least he wasn't so mean as to make them overly tight.

His added taunt, however, caused a quickly developed blush to hit her face for a brief moment. She opened her mouth to reply, only to hesitate as he returned to his evil character mode and the devious smirk. "Do your w-wo-Yeek!!" Trying to argue and fight back was hard enough with the giggles that came about, harder still as he seemed to still perfectly remember the overly sensitive spots of her tummy and ribs. Gasping for breath between laughs, she continued to try and twist away from him. As his hands drifted up, she shrieked again, a jumble of giggles and whines managing to leak out.

When he finally stopped, April managed to regain enough of her breath to form more understandable words as she glared at him. "Y-you... never did learn... t-to let me BREATHE with that..."

Wait, what did he just-?

"You gotta be kidding me...," she hissed, staring at him as he started to walk away. "Jacob? JACOB!! HEY!!"

Groaning as he added a horrible apology to it, she rolled her eyes and wriggled in her spot. His last parting words caused a hard overly-accentuated scoff as her own response, smirking a bit as she heard him heading off.

Yeah, right.
He'd be back, any minute. He was playing with her again, she was sure of it.

...Any minute...

...Any- Any minute now...

She didn't remember exactly when he had left, but she was pretty sure he had now been gone for more than just a few minutes. Either he had downed a whole thing of Gatorade before she got here or...

Oh, damn him! He was sooo going to get it when he got back out here! She could hear something now, letting out a light sigh of relief as the steps grew closer. Okay, maybe that wasn't as long as she thought. "You'll never break me, try as you might!," she shouted, grinning a bit as she waited for him.

Hm.
Maybe Mom was right.

 

[Eazy]

For what little it was worth, Jacob honestly did need to use the bathroom, albeit not really being an emergency or anything. Still, he did his business within the few minute window, washed up, and was heading back toward the door while at the same time musing over the idea of waiting a few more minutes just to mess with April a little more. As the young man neared the door leading outside, however, his attention was suddenly diverted by the sound of his house phone going off in the other room.

Glancing in the direction of the ringing noise, he took another look at the door, then shrugged while musing with an amused smirk, "Eh, stretching it out to about ten minutes wont do any harm."

Using that logic, Jacob moved into the other room, answering the phone and not expecting the phone call to last for long. On the other hand, one thing the at times easily distracted young man didn't count on, was the person on the other end being the same Andy McPherson mentioned from earlier whom was currently calling to ask if he'd left one of his controllers there from last week. This resulted in questioning why it took him so long to notice if one was missing, which turned into him asking about what platform they were getting the current hottest game of the year on, which (somehow) turned into a conversation about socks. Needless to say, it was making for an odd, and distracting conversation.

Jacob had wound up in his bedroom along the way, mostly to look around his room while on the phone and assuring Andy that the controller was there. Which is probably why the young man hadn't heard the knocking downstairs as a pair of men and one girl, each in their early twenties, were waiting impatiently outside.

"Hey, Jacob?! You in there? We're heading to the hobby shop! Hello?" Mathew called out while knocking on the door, only actually bothering to ring the doorbell once or twice while peeking through the peephole.

"Man, he's probably at work or something. Let's just go before it starts to get crowded." The seemingly disinterested in waiting Ruben muttered while leaning against a wall, as Caitlin seemed to busy herself by cleaning at her glasses for the dozenth time that day.

The redhead finally relented, making one last suggestion for the trio before they left on their own, "A'right, let's just check the garage real quick. If he's not in the living room during the day, he's usually in there."

The trio of friends/associates started for the garage, with Mathew taking up the lead as the others casually followed several steps behind. They neared the partially opened garage bay door when they suddenly heard the voice calling from inside.

"You'll never break me, try as you might!"

Okay. That, was not Jacob. In fact, the cry from inside was enough to make all three stop in their steps; several glances exchanged between them before Ruben finally spoke up, "You think he left one of his hentai videos on again?"

Rolling her eyes, Caitlin make an annoyed sound before pointing out, "In the garage? What's he going to play it on? An old hubcap?"

"Oh." The young man uttered, seemingly only mildly phased by the snippy comment before relenting, "Good point."

The redhead was the first to resume moving, pulling the door open like they had many times before, with each of them stepping inside as their eyes adjusted to being indoors. It only took a couple seconds, however, before they were greeted with perhaps the most unexpected of sights within that garage. The guys, in particular, seemed surprised at the sight of the bound young woman, hanging upon the punching sack, with her breasts essentially on display for whomever happened upon them.

Again, Mathew was the first to react, albeit with a surprised and nearly rambled string of words as he acted like someone that just walked in on a girl changing, "Woah! Hey, uh, we're sorry! We just. We were looking for. And we." He sputtered, holding his hands up and waving them a bit in apology, before his attempt at explaining themselves seemed to get lost like his eyes did while gazing over her ample and well displayed cleavage, "Wow."

Ruben, meanwhile, seemed to have a somewhat more appropriate, if oddly semi-casual response, "Dude, I knew Jacob always had his fetishes, but I never knew he had this type of action going on the side."

"Do you, like, need help down or...something?" Caitlin finally cut in with a more obvious question. Granted, the way she went about it showed the continued uncertainty on what they stumbled across, though she herself seemed to share a similar interest to the partially exposed woman as her male friends.

"I'm sort of hoping for the 'or something' myself." Ruben whispered to his friend, nudging an elbow into Mathew's side as he kept his gaze largely focused upon April.

"I hear you, bro." The redhead responded, his own gaze similarly focused upon the tied up woman like a deer caught in the headlights.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Had he stopped? Oh what the hell?! He had certainly played this out long enough... And April was starting to need to use the restroom herself. That bottle of Gatorade she had gotten with the fuel stop a few hours ago had seemed a good idea at the time... Sighing as he started moving again, she simply shook her head, hearing the feet on gravel once more.

Wait, lots of crunching going on there.
Lots of-
Oh Fuck. The words were the first thing to come to mind as door opened- not with Jacob, but with a guy she didn't know. Two guys. Three- no, the third was a girl. Jacob may've teased April in the past for being a pale thing, but she had managed to find three shade lighter a white with this arrival of new 'guests'.

Did she know these three? Her mind tried to race through the faces as quickly as possible, not finding any real similarities in people she had known in the area. Was this why he had bolted into the house?! Had he called these three?! That was soon made a doubtful possibility as one of the guys realized what they had stumbled upon, stammering out a ramble if words that very vaguely made a slight amount of sense.

"Uh-" April swallowed hard, unsure of what to say herself. We were playing a game didn't seem the best thing to explain; in fact it may just make things worse. Again, summed up easily as the second guy chimed in, causing April to take on a reddened shade to her pale features. Say something, you gotta say SOMETHING.... As her mind raked for an appropriate response, the girl with them seemed the blessing of the trio, inquiring on if she needed help. "I... um... See, this... this isn't exactly what it looks like... Jacob and I were- we were..."

The guys were staring at her in a rather creepy way, making it nearly impossible for her to find the right words. "Jacob- he said he'd be right back...," She replied meekly, the best an answer she could come to find. Squirming in the ropes, she gave a rather pitiful glance to the girl with them, hoping to catch a little sisterly-sympathy at her current plight. "Do you think one of you could go get him? I, um... This- this really isn't what it looks like, honest. We were just..." Oh the hell with it. "We were just playing a game and... and... he had to go in for a moment, and that moment turned into... awhile... and, um.... Please don't look at me like that, it's really starting to freak me out."

 

[Eazy]

There was little else they could do at the time aside from listening as the mystery woman tried explaining the situation to her surprise guests. She was understandably caught off guard by their presence, and it showed as she eventually managed to let out a vague explanation of what was happening between Jacob and herself. At the plead for them to not look at her the way they were, both Mathew and Caitlin seemed to show an initial ounce of respect for this as they partially diverted their eyes of her chest. Ruben, meanwhile, had continued staring at the bound woman with little sign of shyness on his part.

Mathew spoke up next, his eyes having trouble keeping from stealing the occasional glance as he explained, "Um, look, we would get him? But he wasn't exactly answering the door when we tried using the front door. If he's still in there, we'll probably have to wait until he comes out here on his own."

In response of her unasked question, the three hadn't started crossing paths with Jacob until a couple years following April's departure from the neighborhood. In Caitlin's case, her parents hadn't moved here until she was already in high school, while Ruben had only become a regular of the area during the past two years or so. Mathew was the one Jacob knew the longest, having lived around here his entire life and connecting with their mutual friend a little under a year following April's departure.

The redhead was about to offer either letting her down or at least stepping outside until Jacob came out, when Ruben inexplicably, and surprisingly, casually walked toward the woman tied to the punching bag. At first it may have seemed like he was going to let her down, but this soon turned out to be the farthest from the truth as the young man nonchalantly raised his hands and, much to the surprise of everyone within the garage, cupped at the girls bra covered breasts; ignoring anything April may have said in response while massaging them within his grasp.

"Ruben?! What are you doing?!" Caitlin shouted in shock, her jaw hanging slightly as she actually adjusted her glasses as if this were a trick of her eyes.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure they put people in jail for this type of thing." The other male of the small group said in a lower, albeit equally startled and somewhat panicked voice as his friend continued kneading at the woman's chest like he would any other lover he'd come across.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ruben didn't bother turning around as his fingers started working at her top; slowly opening it even further then it already was as he explained, "What's she going to tell them? That she let herself be tied up in a friends garage with her breasts hanging out until a couple of strangers came along? I'm right here, and even I find that to be a crazy story."

Finishing with the top, his fingers moved to her bra as he glanced up at April and gave her a slight smirk while assuring her and his friends, "Besides, it's not like I'm saying we go all of the way here. Just think of it as keep her warmed up until Jacob gets back. Offering up a friendly hand, if you will."

Only a few moments later, the college students nimble fingers were able to secure a firm enough grip at the snug piece of lingerie; yanking it down in one motion and causing April's bare breasts to spill out of her top. The young man moved slightly to the side, as if using the sight of April's rather gracious assets as a means of persuasion while continuing to lightly trace his fingers along the curve of her left breast.

Staring at her with rather lewd interest, the formally straight thinking Mathew almost reluctantly gave in to the sight and reasoning as the 'little head' took over, "Damn you and your perverted logic."

With that, only Caitlin was left watching the unfolding scene with conflicted, yet unquestionable interest as her other friend went to join Ruben in having their way with the tied up stranger. Where Ruben's fingers tended to go for a slower, more sensual tease by exploring along the curves of the breast, Mathew was shown to favor a somewhat forward approach as his fingers went for the tip of her unoccupied breast. If the earlier attention by Jacob and this recent teasing by her current molester wasn't enough to make the peaks of April's chest grow erect from excitement, the direct stimulation of the redhead's fingers was likely to prove successful, as Mathew started to roughly rub and pinch at the girls sensitive nipple.

 

[Mephistophelily]

April at first gave a thankful glance to the approaching guy, shaking her head slightly as she sighed and started to look to the others waiting back from them. "I... I really wasn't thinking this would-" She cut short as the young man's hands didn't move for the rope, but for her breasts instead. That was no accidental motion. "Get the hell off me, you asshole!," She snapped, tugging at the ropes. Damn Jacob and his better ropework since his early teens-! Usually she could slip right free of these after enough wiggling.. Of course he had to get BETTER at it...

His friends were just as shocked. Well, at least it wasn't a whole group of horny insane folk. The other guy mentioned cops, something April herself was about to bring up-

Until Ruben brought up how no one would believe her.

SHIT.

The smile he gave her didn't help any at all. She growled at him, though her lower lip had picked up a slight tremble. As much as she hated him to be touching her like this, her body seemed to have trouble distinguishing between unwanted and wanted attention from the guy's grabbyhands. "What the hell are you talking about?! I'm not- No! Jacob and I- we weren't-"

Her stammered attempts at explaining between his assumed verifications that what he was doing was simply helping their mutual friend was again abruptly brought to an end as he gripped her bra, shoving it down to free her breasts completely of the cups. April screamed. "You pervert! Get off me, you dick!" She twisted again in the binds, her face getting flush with the touch of his hand and the realization that her fighting wasn't doing much to stop the oogling eyes.

The other guy was gone now. He had looked almost willing to give her a hand before- but his buddy's actions swayed him, drawing him in like a siren song. "Don't... Don't you dare...," She hissed, glaring at him as he joined the first guy at exploring her now blatantly displayed chest. A light whimper seeped from her throat as their hands wandered and teased, the new guy's fingers assaulting her nipple so roughly she couldn't help but cry out, her head dropping down slightly as she shivered again.

She peeked up, hoping to see the other girl. These guys didn't seem to care at all... Maybe-

"Please... please make them stop it, please....," She begged between whimpers, her hips shifting slightly. It was so hard to ask for help when her voice, her body refused to cooperate. If she could just get this other girl to come help her...

Damn it, Jacob... Where the hell are you?!

 

[Eazy]

If the redhead were acting solo on this, the bound woman's protests would have likely chased him off before he could lay a hand on her by now exposed and stimulated breasts. Heck, she may have even been able to make him back off after he'd began twisting and pulling at the nipple. Ruben's casual relentlessness about engaging within the molestation of this stranger seemed to rub off on Mathew, however, as both young man continued having their way with April's chest regardless of what she had to say on the subject.

Though where his friend was on the rougher side in dealing with the young woman's breast, Ruben was at least gentler, if more precise in his teasing by dragging an unwashed fingernail across the sensitive skin at the peak of her mound. The casual nature carried over into his performance, as the college student watched for any subtle effects caused by every touch; which was admittedly difficult with the way Mathew seemed intent on seeing how much he could abuse the other breast before her nipple popped off.

While all of this was going on, Caitlin continued watching in silence, with a combination of surprise and, shamefully, excitement running through her body at the scene. She was at that age where one was almost expected to feel experimental, and watching the other girl being fondled by her friends had proven unexpectedly arousing. When April started to plead with her, the glasses wearing woman briefly considered her request, but felt a tad mischevious as she noticed the way April's voice carried itself, the way she squirmed about despite those protests.

Trying to hide a catty smile, she adjusted her glasses briefly before approaching one of the two tormenters, "Mathew, what do you think you're doing?"

Her voice seemed somewhat scornful, and it was enough to make Mathew release April's breast before turning to face his friend. It even caused Ruben to relent on his teasing, though he did keep a hand on the other breast as if trying to maintain his staked claim to this part of their new acquaintance. As she moved in closer, the redhead took a step away, a hint of shame showing upon his features as Caitlin took her spot between him and the other woman.

"I swear, some of you guys see the female body as a video game controller. You don't score more points just by constantly mashing on the buttons." She scolded her friend, arms crossed over her chest while giving a slight scowl that he soon recognized at being an expression often given when pretending to be short with her friends.

Sure enough, a wicked little smile touched upon Caitlin's lovely features, as she turned toward April while glancing over her shoulder to finish addressing Mathew, "Look, let me show you two how it's done."

With that, she promptly reached a hand up to cup at the bound young woman's breast; kneading it gently while giving a mischievous little smile at April as her delicate fingers went to work on soothing any earlier discomfort her friends hands may have caused. For their parts, Mathew seemed content on watching the surprising, yet not exactly unwelcomed turn of events, while Ruben soon resumed his own ministrations upon the right breast. Both of the molesters were more on the same wavelength then when it was the two guys, while at the same time showing their own techniques at stimulating her sensitive peaks.

Perhaps surprisingly to each of them, it was Caitlin whom took this toward the next level, as the young woman leaned in and started to flick her tongue at the tip of April's breast. Doing so until the tender nub of skin glistened from the woman's saliva, she then wrapped her lips around the areola and began suckling at the breast. Ruben seemed to pick up on his friends lead, as he in turn slouched down enough to start showing similar attention toward the other breast; albeit with a higher emphasis on working his tongue along the tender flesh.

While Mathew had found both spots taken up by his friends, he didn't seem terribly bothered as the redhead enjoyed the show taking place before his eyes. The sight of both Ruben and Caitlin working their mouths over April's breasts as the woman struggled was proving an incredible show, with the greatest evidence of this being the growing bulge that strained against the young voyeurs pants as gazed intensely over the continuing turn of events.

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Meanwhile, Jacob had finally managed to shake off the annoying caller that was Andy McPherson. It took a couple of halfhearted searches within his bedroom and around the living room area, but the person on the other line was finally convinced that his controller hadn't been left there. Following this, the young occupant of the house had decided on snatching up a quick drink as he raided the fridge for a can of soda before starting for the doorway. Stepping out, half finished can in his hand while he took another sip, the young man seemed somewhat reluctant in his step while heading toward the garage; only being able to imagine how April would react to his having forgotten about her yet again. He just hoped she wouldn't be too annoyed at him or frustrated out of boredom.

"Hey, April?! Look, I'm sorry, but I got a call and it distracted me for a while there. But, hey, you'll never believe who was on the other line." Jacob started as he walked through the entrance of the garage; taking and finishing up another drink of the nearly empty soda, right before stopping in his tracks as he peered over the can held to his lips with widening eyes at the sight which greeted his return.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Stop it, please," April whimpered out, trying to fight back from moaning as they two guys seemed to take opposing tactics on how to manhandle her breasts. The confusing mix of gentle and rough had her shivering, thankful at least for the bag and binds that kept her from falling flat to the floor from weakened knees. Of course, if she were free, she could also run away from them. Or hit them. Or something. Trying to think of possible other outcomes was rather hard, crying out as the one guy tweaked and pinched, roughly abusing her poor nipple, bringing tears to her eyes. "Jacob- he- please, don't..."

Gasping softly as the girl with them suddenly spoke up, she looked to her, hoping for some type of sympathy and regret for the boys' actions. Oh, thank god. Maybe she could try to salvage this visit somehow. Try to find some way to-

Wait. What she was saying... What was she talking about? She wasn't telling them to stop, simply their method was-

She shrieked again as the girl's hand replaced one of the guys', trying to twist away, only adding to the confusing flood of sensations from unfamiliar hands. A shiver ran through her, an uncontrolable whimper pulling from her throat as she closed her eyes. They said they were his friends... They said they knew Jacob...

"Hnyaah-!"
Her eyes shot open as another curious take came about; the feel of wet, slightly rough, passing over her flesh. Gasping sharply, she peered down hesitantly to find the glasses-clad girl now clamping her lips to her breast, sucking at the already sensitive nipple. A harsh deep groan came from April's own lips, shaking her head slightly. This was too much, too hard. She was angry, confused, aroused- and hating that the most. This wasn't at all what she had wanted! "Please let go-ohhhhh god..."

The girl in glasses' friend must have gotten jealous, copying in his own manner on her opposite breast. April's lip quivered, her breaths growing heavier and louder, attempts at more angered rants trying to come... but they faltered. "Y-You are... all of you- you- gnnn- damn it... please, I..." She shifted again, her hips twisting slightly against the pleather bag, her tries to avoid looking at the two leading to her gaze landing on the third of the group... The lone man out at the moment, standing there and staring. April growled slightly at him for that, wanting to yell at him, curse him out, something. But all she could manage was another frustrated cry, the syllables of a few tries at complaining managing to seep through.

Then she heard it.
Jacob.
Really Jacob.

Standing in the doorway.

He had started to say something, but the actual words were lost to April. A thousand other things ran through her mind now; her body's infuriating interest in what was happening, the pervert that was standing there staring, the look of horror on Jacob's face.

He was just... standing there.
He wasn't moving. He wasn't helping!

"JACOB!," She screamed, trying to snap him out of it. "Get- get them... gah- Jacob, please, make them stop it!" She howled between crenched lips, leaning her head back against the bag as she tightened her fists.

 

[Eazy]

The arrival of their mutual friend had different effects on the trio of 'visitors'. Mathew, for his part, had quickly straightened himself out staring at Jacob with a look of surprise on his features. Of the three, he was the only one who appeared to be making any attempt at addressing their reasons for being here and doing what they were caught in the act of, but little else then incoherent words managed to slip out as he tried keeping his eyes off of April.

Caitlin was so caught up in her suckling at the other girls breast that she actually hadn't become aware of Jacob's presence at first, and was thus continuing in running her soft tongue along the erect tip of the bound woman's nipple. The final of the three, Ruben, had noticed Jacob, but didn't seem in any hurry to stop, especially if the other man couldn't seem to bring himself to telling them to desist in their actions.

Jacob's own features were a mixture of shock, horror and confusion. Also, the nature of this brought back memories of past incidents where he'd walk in on friends during parties or while visiting their dorms. It was perhaps because of this that the young man started to back away, calling at the foursome while doing as such, "Uhhh Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt! I'll, er, come back a little later...."

Before he could make it outside (or at least come to his senses on his own) April quickly screamed at him for help; effectively snapping the young man out of it as he shook his head and started back inside, "Wait, what the heck are you guys doing?! And in my parents garage?!"

The female friend had stopped when April shouted, quickly pulling her mouth away as a thin strand of saliva briefly connected her lips to the other woman's nipple until she turned fully to face Jacob and step away. Ruben, meanwhile, finally seemed willing to relent on his teasing, albeit not without giving the girl a final, rough twist at her sensitive peak as he turned to calmly respond, "Well. You didn't answer your door when we dropped by, so we came looking for you in here. We found her tied up and waiting, then decided to keep her busy until you got back."

"Yeah. P-Pretty much what he said..." Mathew finally spoke up, feeling his own sense of shame for what part he'd played in this as he quickly pointed out with a nudge in the other male's direction, "It was Ruben's idea, man. I was all for letting her down when we showed up."

"Didn't stop you from having your share of the fun." Caitlin quickly pointed out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as the taste of April's flesh remained fresh on her tongue.

Jacob quickly waved his arms about as he quickly dismissed any further finger pointing before it happened, "Okay, look, whatever! Just, like, go home or wherever it was you were heading. I'll talk to you three about this later. Right now I just want the three of you out of here."

The trio glanced at each other, before unanimously deciding on honoring their friends demand without another word; save for a few parting comments of apology from Mathew and Caitlin. The three of them departed from the garage, Jacob's eyes following them every step of the way, when the young man was about to return to full attention toward April until Mathew popped his head back into the room, "Oh, Jacob? Uh, before I forget again? If Andy starts bugging you about it, let him know I have his controller at my place. I grabbed it by accident the last time we were gaming here and- "

"OUT!!!" Jacob quickly interrupted, too annoyed by the situation to truly appreciate the irony of the redhead's parting words as he pointed his way out of the garage.

After everyone was gone from the area, the young man was almost reluctant in looking over at his childhood friend; and even more reluctant to let his eyes settle anywhere near her current exposed chest. Still, he turned, trying not to stare as he approached her quickly with a guilty, apologetic expression upon his features. "April?" He spoke her name, with no short amount of guilt within his tone as he quickly went to her side; keeping his head raised enough to not his eyes leveled with her chest, despite finding them wandering in that direction, "I...I am so....so sorry. I am just so....I mean, are you OK?"

Not really sure what she would say or how she would react now that he'd chased away her molesters, Jacob went about untying her without bothering to ask. It almost seemed a given she'd want down now, and so he tried honoring this wish, even as his eyes occasionally stole a quick glance at the exposed chest which he hadn't dared ask to button up on her behalf.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Had he planned to actually leave her alone to these three?! April glared at Jacob as best she could with only one of the two taunting mouths left her skin, twisting slightly between the ropes and the bag. Typical guy, ignoring when he was being talked to... "Get off-!," She hissed furiously, kicking out her knee as he finally turned to look at Jacob. Still hissing with furious pants as the trio took to leaving, a few meager attempts at apologies and their side to the story trying to be given. At least Jacob didn't seem interested in hearing it. Thank god. To have those three hanging out any longer would have been... difficult.

The mention of Andy earned both guys a sour stare from April, the majority of it directed at Jacob. Of course he'd end up in this somehow. A shiver ran through her then, an after effect of all that had been done. April whimpered softly, trying to keep it under control and contained as Jacob came over to her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, those three had managed to effect her- and she was furious about it.

"I'm fine. For the most part," She said softly, her voice shaking as she stared at the floor. She couldn't look at him. Part of her was so embarrassed on what had just happened- while another... blamed him. Blamed him so much.

She stiffened slightly as he started to undo the rope, bringing her hands up in front of her to rub her wrists a moment before glancing at him hesitantly. "So... These are the kinda people you hang out with now. Nice. You've definitely changed, Jacob..." She paused in her rubs, realizing he was looking-while-trying-not-to at her chest. She frowned again, her hand resting around her wrist. "What? Jealous they got to do and you didn't? Fine. You know what? Fine. Just do it. Here. Just-" She grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast firmly as she glared at him. "Happy now?"

April stared at him sternly for a moment, refusing to let go of his wrist even if he tried to pull it off. He may have gotten stronger than her in the last few years, but when she tried, she could be pretty strong herself. She continued to watch him, both anger and arousal tearing at her as her lower lip shook. "Don't you pull away from me, Jacob. Don't. I saw that look on your face. I saw- Just enjoy it then, okay?! You know what? What you asked me earlier? About- if this was still in my life? It can be, yes. You put it there. All this- all this stuff we did as kids... It lingered. Hoo did it linger. And I always got scared with guys, even if I trusted them... afraid they'd do the same thing the guy I first trusted seemed to always do. He wandered off and forgot me. So I never told them. But you- I trusted you then and now.... I thought- thought maybe you... but you did it again. You always do it. Always. And look what happened this time! The damsel in distress found real fricking distress- and her hero showed up LATE!" She let go of his hand then, throwing it back at him. "Always, always the damsel in distress- always, always the one in trouble, tied to this and that and the other thing- God, Jacob, the dreams I've had..." She sighed, laughing lightly as she shook her head and glanced at him. "Almost all of them about you. The games we played, in more adult ways. But... but not all of them were me tied up."

She moved closer to him then, placing a hand firmly against his chest. "We never saw April's revenge on Shredder for all the damn times he tied her up... but this April really, really wants to."

 

[Eazy]

It was of some relief when she answered to being mostly fine, but the shaking of her voice and the specific choice in wording made it evident, and understandable, that his friends advances (to put it lightly) had a lasting effect on the woman. As Jacob finished undoing the rope which bound her in place, he was about as hesitant as herself in glancing her way; at least when it came to meeting her in the eyes. When spoke about his current choice in friends, the young man couldn't help feeling a sense of shame as his hands fidgeted with the now loose rope while almost meekly defending, "They...they usually aren't like that. Really. I don't...."

Any further attempts at defending his association with the three from earlier were cut short, however, as April quickly accused the young man of jealousy. Her words obviously caught him by surprise, judging by the way he stared at her; his mouth opening as if wanting to say something, yet finding little to say other then belt out his friends name as she grabbed his hand and guided it toward her breast.

"A-April! Wait, that's not true!" He argued, immediately trying to pull his hand away without any real success in the matter. The thing is? She was right. While Jacob was sorry for what the others had done in her moments of vulnerability, there was indeed a part of him that was hoping for a similar result when they agreed on playing this game.

She was right, and the way his attempts at pulling away of her grasp started easing up while she continued to talk had left little doubt on this; the heart within his own chest beating faster as the girls soft, warm mound practically melded against his opened palm. His eyes met her own now, hand starting to settle upon its place against her breast, as April went about unloading issues which had obviously been building up within her chest for many years now. There was a sense of guilt within the pit of his stomach, as it became clear just how much of an effect his careless wanderings during their mostly innocent games had had upon his childhood friend. He didn't know what to say, and this remained to be true even as she threw his hand back at him while winding down somewhat on her vent.

When she mentioned the dreams, however, Jacob couldn't help but instinctively alter the surprised and concerned expression on his features into that of evident interest as he blurted out, "R-Really...?"

She closed the small gap between them, hand firmly pressing against his chest, as the young man took a step back while his eyes remained intently focused upon April as she finished speaking. It was an interesting prospect, Jacob had to admit. His features showed the confliction over it, too. Largely taken aback, while also skeptical, yet interested in what may come. It could just be an attempt at getting back for his past inconsideration. In fact, that's what the 'rational' part of his brain kept suggesting to be the case. But after what she shared, and what happened only minutes earlier, he was willing to take that chance if it meant making things up to her. Besides? It could turn out to be something..****.

"Well, I guess it's always possible...if the turtles beat Shredder first and then...had to go race off and deal with his flunkies or some other threat while leaving April to call the police on him." He nervously rationalized, heart beating faster against his chest as his lips suddenly felt dry; taking a step closer toward the punching bag and swallowing hard before finishing in a barely convincing Shredder voice, "It would seem that I am at your mercy, Ms. O'Neil."

 

[Mephistophelily]

April stared at him for a moment, amazed on his reaction to all of that. She had though the opposite would come about; that he'd deem her crazy, that her issues were all her own and no association to him- but he didn't.

Even more surprising was his agreement to allow her the revenge she wanted. He was... letting her? He chalked it up as another lost episode of their childhood enjoyment, seeming to find the idea that had brewed in her mind for so long as a potentially plausible thing. She shook her head just so slightly as he stepped away from her, unsure if she could... truly... go through with all those thoughts and dreams. "Jacob-," She started softly, though had to give a faint smile as that old attempted voice of James Avery leaked from his lips.

If anything, he deserved it simply from that.

Watching him with surprised eyes as he moved toward the bag, she hesitantly picked up the ropes he had just moments ago removed from her with shaking hands. He was actually agreeing to this, going along with it.

Just enough to make her feel better. To get some of all that out. That was all she needed, right? A little touch of old revenge. His own rationalizations on show continuity even left her feeling slightly more comfortable on this in a strange way. The admission of defeat by his current alter ego brought about a character of her own, April lifting her head a bit as she stepped closer to him. "Let's just make sure you can't get away. I know your dirty tricks, and you're certainly not using any of them on me!"

Well, maybe not completely into the other April's persona. Some of her words were a bit of the animated woman's characteristics, while also a bit of the true April's feelings toward past events.

Standing close to him, her hips pressed up against his lower half, she wrapped the rope about his arms and the bag, her hands shaking just a bit as she did so. She tried to keep the whole character thing going, but it was just... hard. She hadn't even bothered to fix her shirt after hearing his acceptance to all this. Jacob had put all those thoughts in her head, and to have them turn to more- adult things as she grew older.... well, that made this all the more unbelievable.

She stayed close, looking into his eyes; no longer pretending to be the Other April. "You're not taking off on me again," She whispered, tugging on the ropes as she leaned up, gently kissing the side of his chin. "I won't let you. Not this time." Another sharp tug of the rope, and April tied the ends together, finally looking down from his eyes to work on the knot. Granted, her skills at tieing weren't matching to that of even the young Jacob's, but she had a feeling it was enough to work.

"I had dreams about you, Jacob. That something like this would, well, happen. That you and I would end up back in here. Either to this thing, or that old weight set- God, that set! YOu have any idea how much that... Nnn, nevermind that. I just..." She paused, hesitating a moment before kissing him again, this time right on his lips; her teeth grabbing his lower lip as she held to his arms and the bag. "I had the biggest crush on you back then," She confessed softly, resting her forehead against his. "But you always seemed to see me as another of the boys. I hated that. HATED IT. I was always the one to be saved, but would play and rough it up with you guys all the time. But I wanted the hero to get the girl, y'know? But.... but her hero never showed up on time." She frowned, pulling away from him a moment. "So I guess I get to deal with the villain myself."

 

[Eazy]

Even as the young man backed into the very bag which he'd often used for tying up his friend, a large part of Jacob didn't know if April was really going to go through with enacting that 'revenge' on her longtime tormentor. Heck, despite that moment of assertiveness, it almost seemed as if she was harboring a few lingering doubts of her own. As he got into position, however, it quickly became clear that they were at least going to play this through to some extent as she responded in character before stepping in to close the gap between them.

The feel of her hips pressing into the lower portion of his body brought a small grunt out of the man's lips, as he cursed not having kept himself completely 'calmed' up to this point and thus having a growing indicator of his state of arousal. He'd almost forgotten about the rope itself until the binding material was starting to tighten its grip around his limbs, which gave him an immediate, if perhaps at first subtle sense of dread upon that first failed attempt at moving his arms or legs more than an inch. If anything, it at least gave him a slight understanding of how she probably felt during their 'games', though he doubted it would stop at this as she tugged the ropes while whispering to her friend and 'tormentor'.

The kiss to the side of his chin came as a slight surprise. Sure, they'd kissed in affection before, but this simple act felt so different after everything that unfolded within the past half hour. Kind of exciting, actually, which made it harder to keep from jabbing at April as she gave another sharp tug of the rope which caused a slight wince of discomfort before finishing the job. She may not have his 'experience' at rope tying, but she certainly got the job done, as Jacob tried in vain to move either arm or leg with little success. Okay, now that earlier sense of dread was starting to grow a bit stronger.

"Sure you'd never done this before..." The dark-haired male muttered while glancing briefly at the tied rope, not really expecting an answer so much as commenting on how well she did compared to his early clumsy attempts at tying a person to anything wider than a pole.

His earlier curiosity was finally given some relief as April brought up her dreams again, though her mention of the old weight set simply replaced that nagging question with even further interest in what exactly went on within this girls head. As she paused, his lips parted, seemingly trying to formulate a response, only to find that the failing attempt at doing so mattered little as April promptly captured his unprepared mouth in a full, toe curling kiss. He let out a groan within her mouth, eyes widening, squirming about as the bag swayed slightly due to his movements from the unexpected embrace.

The volume of his eyes softened, yet continued with a notable look of surprise as she eased up on the embrace and let her forehead rest against his while she picked right back up on her string of confessions. Her crush came as a surprise, though after everything else, it almost seemed expected, and so he simply gazed back at her initially. However, there soon came a faint, almost easily missed smile that peaked out from the corner of his lips. One that soon faded as she confession continued to its conclusion, with April having gotten a number of things off her chest before pulling away for a moment; leaving him with a final threat of dealing with the villain that was Jacob.

Gazing into her eyes, Jacob licked at his lips out of habit, sampling the lingering taste of her lips as he tried to formulate some type of response to everything. "April, I...I'm not sure what to say to all of that." He reluctantly admitted, looking almost ashamed of this, while at the same time elaborating, "I honestly had no idea the type of effect our games and my carelessness were having on you. 'Sorry' doesn't really seem to cut it. Not after all of these years."

A short pause, his head tilting down slightly, with his lips being the first thing to show any signs of perking back up as that earlier hint of a smile returned while glancing at his childhood friend to add, "But, for what it's worth? I...I didn't always see you as just another of the guys. Not completely...."

Truth is, as they started getting older and puberty hit each of them in their respective ways, she turned out to be one of the first to make him realize how much he liked girls. It was odd feeling that way at times, due to their longstanding relationship as friends, but there was a definite attraction as she grew older and started filling out. It was, however, something never considered for exploration due to that same buddy-buddy relationship that made them close.

Not that any of it seemed to matter at the moment, as Jacob remained tied to the bag, straining in more ways than one as he cleared his throat before almost reluctantly attempted in moving them forward, "So, now that you have the villain who caused you so much trouble in the past at your mercy, what do you intend on doing for retribution?"

His words weren't exactly keeping with the earlier playing that they were doing, but they did try syncing up with April's previous confession and talk of heroes and villains. With that, the tied up male awaited any response or reaction his childhood friend would have to his query with a mixture of concern and, indeed, apprehensive excitement over the possibilities.

 

[Mephistophelily]

April stepped back for a moment, watching him and listening as he apologized and confessed his own hidden secrets. A slight raise of her eyebrow was the extent of her reaction to it all, her arms folding before her once more as she simply stood there. It was such a change to see him in this position. When they were young, she'd been left in this or other similar takes on it so many times by him for those various frustrating reasons: a bathroom run, a phone call, even going to dinner a few times and forgetting she was there.

Part of her wanted to just flat off leave as well. Let him stay out here and suffer for a bit, just as she had. That had been the original intention when the idea creeped into her head. But then everything else had happened, those three and their gropings, their touches and words and-

"So, now that you have the villain who caused you so much trouble in the past at your mercy, what do you intend on doing for retribution?"

She stared at him for a moment, her arms slowly loosening and dropping to her sides. "That's just it. I don't really know. There's so much, SO much I could think of to do right now... but none of those really seem fitting to the crime. Especially the latest." The last sentence was almost hissed at him as she stepped closer to him, one hand reaching up to rest atop the bag as she leaned in to his ear. "Thanks to that, I have other things on my mind. The things I saw in those dreams, Jacob..."

She was whispering now, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "I think I like this," She murmured, nipping the outer shell of his ear as her other hand slipped against the ropes holding him. "I get it now. I get it..." Her hand continued to rise, her lips exploring his ear, his jawline. "Having someone at your mercy is... is a rush. I like it." her fingers slid up against his shirt now, pulling it up from behind the rope and allowing her touch to find his skin, dancing delicately against his flesh as she trailed a line of kisses against his cheek. "You can be soft and gentle and they can't run off... Or you can get rough and they can't do anything about it."

With that, she bit his neck. Nothing horribly hard; a tightening nip into his skin, testing how much she could force against the resistance it gave. Letting go, her lips kissing gently against the reddening marks, she moved to look at him with a lingering faint smirk on her face. "The look on your face when you opened my shirt. I saw another side to you right then, Jacob. The guy I was really, really hoping to see. Why do you think I came back here? Nostalgia? A little, sure. But I wanted to see... who you became." She reached up, running a hand against his cheek. "Did you become my Leonardo or my Oruku?"

April kissed him again then, her bravery growing now that her 'villain' was confined so well. Her lips met with his, a strong press against the soft warmth, forcing themselves upon him in a rough demanding embrace. They parted just slightly, her tongue delicately tracing against his upper lip, her eyes closing for that brief moment of contact. She shivered, unsure if it was noticable to him, but certainly one that rang through her body. She had him... Had him exactly where she had wanted him. As she lingered, her thoughts shifted; not from the want to take her revenge and let out all the feelings she had pent up, dreamed about- but to the fact she had just done what she had done.

She froze, just a momentary pause. "Jacob- I..." Pulling away enough to look at him, wondering for that moment if she had crossed a line, done something that shouldn't have been done, if she should stop right now and-

Wait, he wasn't going to stop them if she hadn't said anything. He was going to leave her to them, just walk off on her. That was him being HIM again. The thought annoyed her even more, her hands reaching up to grip the chain holding the bag to the rafters, clutching it tightly as she pressed in as close as possible to him; her barely bra-covered chest tight against him as she stared at him through lidded eyes. "I have a lot of revenge to get out of my system, y'know." Her left leg twined against his right thigh, drawing her hips in against his as she nipped against his jaw. "I'll just start at the top of my list... and work my way down..." Gripping the chain even tighter, she hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs about both he and the bag as best she could and bringing her chest closer to him. "You wanted such a good look. Well then. Here. Up close and personal. That's what you wanted, right?" There was a touch of anger to her voice, a hiss of frustration in her words as she stared down at him. "Get it out, Jacob... Because I'm getting mine out too."