Jenny huffed in frustration and turned around, her back to Susan, facing the rest of the classroom.
It felt to Jenny like the whole class was staring at her, some were giggling and whispering and some were trying to be coy about it but most were trying to pretend to be looking anywhere but at her.
“Hurry up…” Jenny said, looking over her shoulder and tugging her wrists in their bindings; Susan was just looking at the knot and pouting.
“Stop struggling” Susan said firmly before she put her hand around the knot and held Jenny’s wrists securely behind her, “Do you want to be undone or not?”
Jenny nodded, the embarrassment growing, “Just… untie me ok? It’s not funny anymore”
Susan giggled, “Oh it is a bit, you’ve got to admit this is kind of fun” Jenny felt her friends chest suddenly pressed into her back, Susan’s free hand slid around Jenny’s hip and stroked leisurely up her side, with her hands bound Jenny was powerless to stop her but shivered on instinct.
“S-S-Susan…?” she mewled weakly.
As suddenly as the intimate contact had started, it stopped and Jenny, still in a daze from the way her friend had just touched her wasn’t expecting the firm way in which she was whisked around and pushed backwards into an empty seat.
She landed awkwardly on her bound wrists and shifted quickly to avoid the pain, lifting her arms sideways and letting them drape over the back of the chair. While Jenny was distracted changing the position of her bound arms, Susan had dropped to her knees and used her scarf to tie Jennys left ankle to the left leg of the chair, giggling playfully the entire time.
“Here Susan, use this…” A guy from the class called as he threw Susan a bike lock which she quickly used to lock Jenny’s right ankle to the opposite chair leg. Jenny, who was still massaging her wrists after landing awkwardly on them sat dazed confused as she tugged softly the bondage holding her ankles.
“Susan!” she gasped angrily, “You said you’d untie me!”
Susan laughed and took her seat across the aisle from Jenny, with a smile she blew her a kiss, “Spoil sport, it’s only harmless fun, you can go one class like that, don’t tell me you’re not enjoying it…”
Susan pointed to Jenny’s breasts and she gasped, the way her arms were bound had the effect of pushing her breasts forward prominently, worse, her nipples were leaving clearly visible points under her tight cheerleading top and bra. Jenny tried to close her legs, but with her ankles apart she could only bring her knees closer together, to protect her modesty in her tiny cheerleading skirt.
Jenny felt a hand behind her but couldn’t turn around in time to prevent the person behind her using some of the spare rope on her wrists to bind them to the back of her chair, preventing her from moving them at all; this earned the person behind her a high five from Susan.
At that moment the teacher strode into the room, causing the excited chatter to immediately stop…