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Lucrezia

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May 12, 2011
Location
Europe
Amber was never one for early mornings. She hated leaving her bed before 10 o'clock. She would turn over and bury her head under the pillows until there was no other choice than to get up. She liked to blame it on her body chemistry: she wasn't a morning person. So why would she be up, at the bloody crack of dawn with a grocery bag dangling from her shoulders and actually awake? Amber kept on asking herself that same questioon and kept coming up with the same answer: because she was an idiot.

Maybe idiot was a strong word. Maybe she was just bad with numbers. Hell, the only way she'd managed to pass high school's version of math or whatever the hell they wanted to call it was because her teacher was rather more interested the sum of her clothes on his floor. Not that she'd done that back then for the grade. He was the hot teacher all the girls were panting after. She'd been hot back then, hot enough for that teacher to forget about his morals. She estimated she was even hotter now, for the right type of guys, with her curves and large breasts. She dressed to emphasise those generous gifts from nature, but bot to appear too slutty. Just tight jeans and a black little T-shirt that road up just high enough to show off her belly ring. She had her curly, red hair stuck up in a pony tail and just a splash of make-up, foundation and eyeliner and deep, dark red lipstick.

But that was in the past and this was the present. The present where she had given herself, as a present, to her friend for his birthday. It had been either that or the can of beans in her fridge. A slight miscalculation in her funds had led her to get a new tattoo, a sparrow taking flight on her left shoulderblade, but no money for the birthday present.

Smooth, Amber. Really, really smooth. And of course her paycheck came in yesterday, a day after the birthday party. Oh well, so she'd spend the next twenty-four hours doing whatever her friend wanted. She figured he would just make her clean and probably have her cook.

She pushed her glasses back into place. They sometimes slid down the pridge of her nose a little. Right then. Time to get cracking. Amber squared her shoulders and marched up to the front door. He wanted breakfast? He could get the best damned breakfast he had ever had, but he'd have to get up for it, if he wasn't already. She didn't have a key to his place. She jammed her index finger on the doorbell, waited five seconds, then did it again, just because she felt like being just a wee bit annoying before her twenty-four hours of obedience.

And she was going to be obedient. She'd already screwed up enough with the no money for a gift bulnder, thank you very much. Years later, her friend would look back and decide that this was the best gift he'd ever had.
 
Lawrence was up, and he had to admit he had been up for about an hour or two waiting for her to come knock on his door. Now the two of them had been friends for just a short while, having met in the last year of middle school the two had become friends in those years. True he had always slightly done it because he had a massive crush on her but he was a good friend and he always defended her whenever someone tried to hurt her, either through words or through physical force.

However Lawrence had not really been her type, he was a nerdy guy, a bit on the scrawny side he was no good in an actual physical fight but he was brilliant, having aced every class he was ever in. His short brown hair and hazel eyes made him look kind of cute, for a nerd, but still she mostly seemed to be into more muscular men. Pushing his glasses back up his nose he finished getting dressed, having taken a shower just a little bit ago and was nice and washed for when she came. As he heard the doorbell he smiled a bit, grabbing a small bag that had been sitting on his desk chair as he brought it into the other room calling out "I'm coming!" when he heard the second doorbell he shook his head a bit but smiled.

As he opened the door he looked at her with a raised eyebrow "Well someone seems to be impatient this morning... then again I am more suprised you kept your word... when you said you would do anything I wanted for the day I never figured you would actually get up this early" he said smiling as he let her in and he closed the door behind her "So... what did you bring?" he asked pointing to the bag as he ginned, his mind spinning with what he was going to have her do.

While yes he could use a few meals prepared and he could use some help cleaning he had much bigger plans for her. His eyes on her body as he wanted her. He had always wanted her. And if she was going to keep to her word soon enough he would have her naked... and shortly after that... he would no longer be a virgin.
 
Amber lifted the bag up and grinned. "Fruit," she said. "You need fruit. Boys never eat enough fruit. And croissant stuff that I just have to pop into the oven and the rest is going to be a surprise. Always so curious." She shook her head and tsked at him, then bopped him on the nose with her free finger, just a gentle tap before she brushed past him and headed for the kitchen.

"I hope you've given thought to what you want to dow ith me today," Amber chatted on. "Because I am so not in the mood to just sit around and wait until you figure out what floor you want me to scrub."

She bent over and began to unpack the grocery bag. The counter slowly filled up with strawberries, oranges, little tins that boasted to contain instant croissants ("just roll dough and put in oven"), a container of what was supposed to be freshly squized juice, though Amber had her doubts about the truthfulness of that claim. She didn't do bacon and sausages and all that greasy nonsense for breakfast. Clogging your arteries was no way to start the day. Besides, she had curves and aimed to keep them, not turn into The Blob.

"Really, again, I'm so sorry that I messed up and didn't get you a real present," Amber said as she studied the instructions on the 'instant' croissant tin. "But I promise that this'll be way better than that computer game thingy you wanted. How often do you get me to listen and do as I'm told, hmm?"
 
Lawrence smiled as he said "Sounds good to me" he looked over at her as he followed her into the kitchen and he said "Well in truth I have a few ideas, but you know I don't just want someone to be my little maid and my personal chef" he said as he looked at her and he leaned against the counter loking at her as she unpacked the contents and he just nodded as he watched.

"It's a miracle" he said commenting about her actually listening "but... I have to tell you there are a few rules" he said smiling looking at her as he reached into his own nearby bag and he pulled out an apron, it was small and if she wore it the thing would barely cover her breasts completely let alone get low enough to really cover her pussy as he said "before you start I have something for you to wear" he said tossing the apron to her "however... that is the only thing I want you wearing"
 
Amber blinked once, twice, but no. The apron didn't miraculously grow. "You want me to wear that?" she asked and almost burst out laughing right then and there. She didn't, though, because Lawrence didn't look like he was joking and hadn't she just been boasting that she'd obey him and that that would make it the best birthday present? So, in other words, she was stuck. She didn't want to offend her friend, best friend, and that weighed up against cook the whole cooking-nearly-naked for him.

"Just that and nothing else?" She put the tin down. "Okay. Fine, But just for today with the whole birthday gift obedience thing." And it wouldn't hurt to let him see a bit of her skin, or a lot.

Without giving it much of a second thought, Amber bent over and took her shoes of. With her sneakers pushe dto the side, she began to undress right there in the kitchen. Her T-shirt fell to the ground, quickly followed by her jeans until she stood there in a lacy black bra and an equally lacy and black g-string.

"Feel like giving me a hand with the bra?" she asked, daring him to up the ante.
 
He felt his pants beginning to get a bit tighter as he watched her undress right there in front of him. Now he had expected a no, a bit of a fight but he had to admit he loved the fact that she wasn't fighting. He grinned as he looked at her and he moved forward 'Why not?" he smiled as he moved his hands forward and was maybe a bit too cocky. He had a bit of trouble, considering this was the first bra he had to undo but he figured it out after two or three fails.

He smiled as he pulled if off of her and he held it in his hand as he looked at her moving a bit closer to her as he held her bra in one hand and the apron she was to wear in the other. fuck this was the best birthday ever...
 
It wasn't that Amber was a slut, well, okay maybe just a little, but she wasn't going to make a fuss about stripping. It would be kind of hypocritical after that strip poker night in college. Lawrence hadn't been there, which might have been for the better. It would have made their friendship all kinds of awkward.

With the bra off, Amber turned around and snatched the apron from Lawrence's hands. "Such a little perv," she teased him. Finally, in just the apron, she twirled around once as if to ask for his approval. "And, is your maid to your liking?" Her lips twitched as she fought to hold back a laugh. Part of her felt as if she was about to go on stage for a porn movie. She'd never done that, though, so as far as she knew there were no sex tapes of her roaming about.
 
He laughed a bit as she called him a perv knowing full well that she was just as, if not more pervy than he was "Almost..." he said as he grinned and he reached forward before he forced down her panties, seeing as she forgot to take them off too and he grinned holding them and her bra up in one hand "you will get these back at the end of the day" he said tossing them aside as he looked at her.

"Now that is a sexy little maid..." he smiled as he looked at her and he said "Well... I have to admit I have good taste... you look good like that" he said chuckling a bit as he leaned back against the wall "now... back to work" he said making sure to spank her ass before he let her really get back to cooking.
 
Amber yelped and rubbed her ass where he had spanked her. "Jeeze," she complained, "am I gonna have to worry that your next command will be for me to bend over and wait for you to get the paddle out?" She still smiled, though, so she obviously didn't feel bad about the smack.

Humming a song under her breath, Amber went back to preparing breakfast. It didn't take long until the croissant doug was in the oven and she took a step back. "There," she said, "now we have to wait for twenty minutes." And there wasn't much else she could do. Tea would go cold, orange juice would get disgusting and nothing else could wait that long outside the fridge.

Amber turned around, leaning against the kitchen counter. "You know what would finish this outfit? High heels. Totally. Stilettos with lots of straps across the foot."
 
"Sorry but unless you brought them you are out of luck" he said smiling as he had watched her the entire time, the buldge in his pants growing more and more as he knew they had a bit of time now... he moved over to her and he smiled as he then took off her apron in just a quick motion leaving her naked.

The look in his eyes, it was almost like those of the guys she had dated as he looked at her with lust but... the look was also different. While this was a dream come true to have her do anything he wanted. He did still care for her deeply, hell he loved her. He smiled as he said "Now... I want you completely naked' he said as he began to undo his pants "and you have something I need your help with" he said before he pulled out his cock and boy would he shock her, he had to be the most well hung man she had ever met.
 
Amber snatched at her apron in reflex, but missed, leaving her there in nothing but her glasses and it wasn't like those things offered any kind of cover. And indignation over suddenly being rendered naked was lost when Lawrence pulled out his cock. Amber wasn't ashamed to admit that she stared openly for a few minutes because, well, honestly. She'd been with a fair share of well hung guys over the years, but Lawrence put them all to shame.

"Okay, okay, hold on a second. You want me to... Woah. First of all, woah, second of all what the hell are you thinking? It's one thing to parade around naked, a whole other thing to go down on you." Even though she was kind of curious and, as her baser hind brain pointed out, she had said anything. No. Bad brain. She wasn't going to just get down on her knees there and blow her best friend, no matter what kind of birthday gifts. Was she?
 
His heart was racing and he felt a lump in his throught as his face got all hot. He knew he was taking a huge gamble by doing this but god he had to have her. He had to make this work somehow. He looked at her as he moved over and he said "Well you can't exactly say that... you haven't taken your eyes off of it ever since I pulled it out" he commented looking at her "besides we have all day, and you promiced me anything."

He looked at her as he said "Who has been there for you all these years when you needed someone, anyone to talk to who you knew would never judge you... now I want you on your knees and I want you to suck me off..."
 
She looked up into his eyes as if to argue that she could take her eyes of his cock, but that proved to be her undoing. The moment she looked him in the eyes she knew that he'd won and she'd lost, if you could really call it losing. She sank down onto her knees, still looking up. Her tongue darted out, quickly, leaving slightly glistening lips. Anything, she'd said, so anything she would have to do.

Amber licked the head first, then began to suck it into her mouth. Her experience helped, though it took quite a bit of effort and persistence on her part with his sheer size. She could hear the little timer count down from the twenty minutes.
 
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