The Fluffy Ex Ch. 02

2.

When the bus reached our destination Yvette and I separated. Each of us went to a different store. After we were done we had to take the same bus, because there was no other way to get back to the cabin where our high-school reunion was taking place.

Not surprisingly, Yvette sat as far away from me as she could. I noticed that she was still wearing the blue sweater with the reverse v-neck. The right sleeve was obviously wet as Yvette had tried to wash it somewhere in town. In my opinion, this way it brought more attention to her than she wanted, but it was her choice.

When we got back to the cabin I sat with Peter for a beer. Yvette quickly changed into something less stained, and joined the girls in the kitchen. She seemed mad at me but said nothing throughout the whole evening.

The next morning, or should I say -- lunchtime -- I dragged myself out of bed and joined the others for a late breakfast. The boys, including me, had quite the time last night, catching up with each other. I couldn't help but notice that one of the subjects of conversation was how damn sexy Yvette was. Most of the other girls from our class had kids, or husbands, or both, and gained weight or just didn't feel like keeping the once sexy image which was required to survive without mocking in high-school.

Anyway I would probably forgotten what we talked if Yvette didn't surprise me with a new woolen outfit that was even sexier than the one she wore the previous day. It was a very chunky white sweater with a large turtleneck. It seemed heavy and hairy. Its knit was very thick, especially on the turtleneck collar, which folded twice -- still seemed to reach her chin. When she walked in the dining room that day, I thought Yvette had nothing underneath but I was mistaken -- a short denim skirt appeared just below the edge of her sweater.

Immediately the other guys checked her out. Yvette knew how to steal the show and when she lean down to throw some garbage in the can, all male eyes were glued to her backside.

I tried to escape the sensational tease and went outside to enjoy the mountain fresh air. I was sitting on a bench near the door when Yvette appeared. She looked at me, still angry sparks in her eyes, and stepped in front of me, in a way blocking the view. I couldn't take my eyes off of her wooly embraced body.

Yvette lifted her hands up as if she was stretching from a long nap and said:

-- You want to fuck this sweater too, don't you?

At first, I couldn't believe what I just heard. But then again, she glimpsed at me above her wooly shoulder.

Still, I didn't say a thing.

-- I know you want -- Yvette turned to me. Her face was as cold as ice. -- Well, you can't have it.

With these words she walked by me and back inside.

That whole day Yvette was taking her revenge on me. Her teasing was cruel and she made it known that I was its target. I was helpless to escape the gorgeous view of her wool-clad body. Before dinner, I felt like screaming from this torture. So I went upstairs and took a breath in my room.

I went to lay down for a while but couldn't stop thinking about Yvette. So I changed tactics and turned on the TV. I drank half a bottle of water and went to take a piss. After I felt like myself again, I went out of my room and saw Yvette walking down the hall. Her thighs were moving smoothly and her curly hair was waving around as if she owned the place.

They say that fetishists are better at understanding people because of being able to recognize what others hide, knowing how hard it is to do the same. Maybe it's true, maybe not. But as I was looking at Yvette, something told me to say the next words, out loud:

-- In an hour, at the big oak tree. Wear only your sweater. You're going to have the night of your life.

Yvette turned around and met my eyes. I couldn't tell what hers held, but I knew that mine showed the confidence of a predator.

Before she was able to say something, I walked down the other stairs, leaving her wondering.

The sun was fading to the west. I left the cabin an hour ago. It was a fifteen minutes' walk to the big oak tree. It was once the meeting point of the locals but when tourists began to vanish, so did the people who lived around. So the forest path to the oak tree had almost disappeared in bushes.

The tree was quite big. Its lower branches were the size of trees alone. I looked at my watch -- if Yvette was coming, she would most surely be late. But so was I.

Yvette's teasing through the day was a harsh experience. But there was something else that caught my attention. Maybe it was my ego talking, but I thought that Yvette was curious. I don't know about what, but she definitely was. And this curiosity seemed to have risen every time she looked at me.

It was a risk. Yvette might have been talking to some of her old friends about me and my fetish. And she might even just decide to take them here, to meet the odd guy with the sweater thing.

But I had to know. There was something different in the way Yvette was looking at me that day. Even if it was going to be another of her humiliating monologues, I was willing to see her.

Someone stepped on a branch nearby. For a first time I thought of real predators. There were some wolves around -- after all, it was a wild forest.

Something white almost shined between the trees. Yvette and her great white sweater stepped up and closed to me. I couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing only the sweater. Of course, she had to stand her ground in a way and was with her skirt underneath.

-- Here I am! What do you want, Danny? -- She asked with a nervous voice. Being out in the woods before dusk was a scary thing.

-- I already told you -- to meet you here with you only wearing your sweater.

-- That's not happening.

-- Oh, I think it will!

-- You seem very confident. I must admit, I don't remember you like that.

-- You'll be surprised how people change.

-- Did you bring me here to rape me?

I sighed.

-- Of course not.

-- Alright. Because if you lay a hand on me, I swear to God, I'll scream my guts out!

I shook my head.

-- I don't want to rape you. I want to show you a way to have a good time.

-- I know how to have a good time.

-- Listen, I know you know I'm weird. But do you think being normal is fun? I bet you had a lifetime of pleasure under the sheets, but let's face it -- kink is the real deal.

-- Yeah, right...

-- The handjob in the bus was kind of strange, I admit it, but just think about how many ideas can come up to mind of a guy like me. My fantasies have nothing in common with the guys over there -- I pointed in the vague direction of the cabin. -- I can show you things you can't find even on the internet.

Yvette was looking at me quietly.

-- I just want you to take a walk with me and I'll show you.

Yvette seemed as if she was about to deny.

-- You can scream if I do something inappropriate to you. I won't be able to hide from everyone else in the cabin. I won't be able to stop you from screaming and bringing them here. I have nowhere to run. But if you walk back and leave me here, you will always wonder what I was talking about. I know that your mind reeks of sexual fantasies. You exist because of them. But hear this out -- this is a one-time offer: if you turn your back on me now, I'll never ever talk about this with you again.

Yvette still didn't say a word.

-- What do you say?

But the silence, along with the darkness just grew stronger.

-- Whatever you want! -- I said and walked passed her.

-- Wait! -- I heard from behind me. I turned and I saw Yvette undressing her denim skirt along with a bra from under the white sweater. I could hear how itchy the knit was on her skin. She stood up in front of me, with nothing else but the white sweater on her.

-- OK, Yvette. Now let's go.

I walked pass by her again and went deeper into the woods. Her footsteps followed while the skirt and the bra were left under the oak tree.

For half an hour we were walking between trees and bushes until the only light above us was from the stars and the mighty moon.

-- OK, let's just stop right here, Danny! -- Yvette said while taking a breath under a tree with an owl high in its branches. -- What are we doing?

-- Getting away from civilization, of course.

-- It's the middle of the night! I gave you a chance to show me something, anything, but you bore me to death. I want to come back now!

-- OK, maybe I got a little carried away!

-- You think?

I closed to her and she went straight up. Yvette was still afraid of the unknown. Good.

-- I'm going to give you some bizarre commands. Will you follow them?

She rolled her eyes.

-- OK, let's see what you got.

-- Pull your hands inside your sleeves until they are out, near your body.

Yvette undressed her sleeves but the sweater was still on her. She was giving me a pouting face when I closed to her.

I placed my hands on her sweater and immediately felt excitement. The knit was very itchy and Yvette had no idea how soon it would become unbearable to wear onto the skin.

I turned the sweater so that its waving sleeves would be on the front and back of her body.

-- Now, listen carefully: place your left hand inside the sleeve on your back.

Yvette was hesitant but she did place her hand inside the back sleeve.

-- Now push the other hand inside the same sleeve and try to hold your fingers inside it.

She did what I told her. Now both her hands were inside the back sleeve up to the elbows.

-- Hold your fingers as if you are making a fist of two hands -- I said while walking to her side. I could see the tight sleeve barely keeping her both arms inside. But as Yvette was still wondering what was going on, I pulled the sleeve rapidly upwards so that her hands appeared out of its opening.

Then I stepped back.

-- What the... What do you want to accomplish like this? -- Yvette was struggling to pull a hand back into the sleeve but soon she realized the truth -- she couldn't. Her arms were tightly bound in her own white sleeve behind her back. The sleeve's end was stuck onto her wrists. The more she struggled, the more the sleeve tightened. It was a beautiful view, especially under the moonlight.

-- I get it -- Finally Yvette spoke, cutting the struggles, breathing heavily. -- You tricked me into bondage. And now the rape follows, right?

-- Stop with this rape, already! Now come, I want some light shed on you.

And I grabbed a hold of her front sleeve and pulled her like a mule behind me. I had left her with her boots on so at least her feet were protected. Her curls fell onto her face and she couldn't see where she was walking, stumbling and tripping each step of the way. Finally I saw a tree that was enlightened by the moon like in some werewolf movie.

I stopped and pulled the front sleeve down so that Yvette's right shoulder could slide down the tree. She fell on her knees and looked me from under her curls.

-- What are you going to do with me? -- Her voice was tired but ready for a fight.

-- I've always wondered why you like giving blowjobs so much!

-- Forget it, Danny! You crossed the line here. I'll scream! Even with you inside my mouth, I'll scream!

-- I don't want you to blow me. I just want an explanation. How does it feel like? How do you deal with the taste, and most importantly -- why does it give you such pleasure?

-- You're crazy! Let me go!

But my boner was already out. Yvette looked at it and backed away. But before she could say anything, I took her turtleneck and pulled it to me. Then I shoved myself in it and the feeling of her itchy sweater on my balls was spectacular.

-- What the hell! -- Yvette shouted, staring at the thick meat tucked into her turtleneck. -- Stop!

-- Come on, tell me about the blowjobs!

Yvette was trying to move away but I kept pulling back her turtleneck along with her in it.

-- Danny, don't you dare ruin my sweater! I swear if you... -- she noticed how big the flesh near her cheek was growing. -- Cut it out, Danny!

-- If you explain to me, really explain, what joy brings you to be down on your knees and taking all that sweat, dirt and cum inside your throat, I'll stop!

-- No! Get away from me!

I moaned loudly. I was close to the end.

-- OK, OK, stop! I'll explain!

-- You don't have much time!

And I speeded up. Her turtleneck was already a mess.

-- I... I just like to be... I fucking hate what I say sometimes! And someone drilling into that dirty mouth of mine is so arousing!

I barely slowed down.

-- What do you mean you "hate what you say sometimes"?

-- Sometimes I speak without thinking things through! I hate that!

I stopped moving but with my hard-on still into the knit.

-- Then why don't you change?

-- It's easy to say!

-- You don't usually seem regretful.

-- Well, life happened, ok? Now, stop jerking into my collar!

-- You told me the "why" but not the "how it felt" part.

And I slowly began rubbing myself into her turtleneck again.

-- Danny, what the hell?! -- Yvette struggled to release herself but wasn't even close. -- Stop it!

-- I told you what I want to know. I'll stop when I hear it.

-- Fine, fine, fine!!! I'll tell you what it feels like! It feels like the most disgusting thing that's ever been done to you! The feeling of having someone's dirty cock inside your throat is humiliating and embarrassing. And I feel like a whore! I feel as if I'm the lowest of lives. I can't breathe, I'm drowning in awful sour juices and I want to cry! I want to cry because I like being nothing, because I deserve to be nothing! I've hurt so many people in my life that I can't bear to look myself in the mirror anymore. And you know what? I've humiliated you back in school because you always acted like you're something more: someone who's smarter, kinder, better than me in all ways! I hated you for being so good to me. You were a living lie -- I could tell you despised me, knowing exactly who I was -- the sex toy you were about to throw away in a month or two. So I speeded up the process, that's what I did. I had to save my dignity.

I stood above her in slight shock from the revelation.

-- To be honest, I actually felt like that, except for the part about breaking up with you. I was treasuring every moment together. You were... You are the most beautiful girl I've seen! But you had a choice -- you could've talked to me. After all these years, insulting is still your first reaction. And that's just immature.

Yvette was looking at me, breathing heavily.

-- Fine, judge me all you want! Do you what you have to do!

I went behind her and kneeled. My left hand went in front and started playing with her left breast. After a while I squeezed a bit and she moaned from the slight pain. Then I reached with my right hand and pulled her hair towards me. The turtleneck collar was a bit messy from this side, so I kissed her neck from behind, then went slowly under the chin and licked up and down the skin. Yvette shivered but when I pulled her hair again, she tried to escape me. I didn't let go. Instead I reached with my left hand in front for the waving sleeve and placed it between her thighs. Then I rubbed the naked skin around her intimates and immediately her body jumped.

-- Oh, god! It's itchy! -- She complained but I went on with the rubbing. The more the sleeve teased her skin, the closer it got to her downer lips. Yvette probably guessed what was coming because she tried fighting me even more. But with her hands stuck in her back sleeve, she was helpless to my wool torment. Soon the edge of the sleeve found its way inside her and Yvette screamed out of shock. The itchy wool was indeed rough on my fingers and I could only imagine what it would feel like on such soft places of the body.

-- Danny, cut it out! -- Yvette shouted, trying to escape her own sleeve. But I kept pushing more and more while she was grinding her teeth and trying to step back with her knees. Her body was curving down and her curly hair almost touched the ground. Then, when she wasn't expecting, I unrolled the turtleneck once and it covered half her face, up to the nose. Now all the mess from my play with the collar was around her pretty face. She tried shaking the collar away but it was nicely stuck around her head.

Then I shoved as much wool as I could inside of her. She screamed of horror and began twisting around to escape me.

-- Stop this, you crazy... Oh... Oh...

But the wool was beginning to soak with her juices and would by now be quite soft inside of her. The more it moved, the more it aroused her. Now the screams were having a slight note of pleasure, which she was trying to hide from me. But I kept jerking the sleeve into her until her body wasn't trying to escape it anymore. In a minute her moans were showing me how close to orgasm she was. I was watching closely for Yvette's body reactions and moans and when the time was right, I stopped.

I let go of the sleeve and her hair. Her eyes widened, she looked at me and said from under her turtleneck:

-- Why'd you stop?

The sleeve slowly crawled out of her.

-- It's too soon -- I just said and stood up. I tucked my boner back inside my pants. Then I looked around and showed the way of the path. -- C'mon. We have more fun ahead of us.

-- What? -- Yvette shouted at me. -- Are you serious?

-- Yes. What's the hurry? The night's still young.

Yvette stood up with a lot of effort and the sleeve slid completely out. She tried pushing the turtleneck collar back down but it didn't apply to her will.

-- The itch is killing me! -- For a fifth time in the last ten minutes Yvette complained. -- Can't you at least scratch my tits?

-- It's a nice thought, but no, not yet.

-- I can't see where I'm walking. This damn collar's hairs are into my eyes! At least unroll it!

I stopped to look around. I was trying to memorize the way back when I heard Yvette tripping and falling to her knees.

-- Oh, fuck! -- She shouted out when I closed. I noticed some scratches on her kneecaps but it was nothing to worry about. Yvette hadn't even had the strengths to remove the curly hair from her face when she said: -- I give up, Danny! I fucking give up! I can't go on anymore! Have my sweater, do whatever nasty things you want to do with it, I'll walk to the cabin naked. Just release me!

-- No -- I just said.

-- I said, release me! Now!!!

I just stood back up and showed her a small group of trees.

-- We're heading this way.

-- Didn't you hear what I said? Let me go!

-- I heard you. And I said no!

-- I'll kill you, Danny! I won't even call the police after this. I'll kill you with my bare hands!

-- The more you scream, the bigger the predator can hear you. There are wolves around.

-- Wolves? And you brought me in the middle of the mountain?

-- Yes.

She was looking at me over her collar, still on her knees.

-- I'm starving and I've never been thirstier. I'm sweating like a pig in this sweater and its knit is making my skin burn with every step I take.

-- Yeah, isn't it nice?

-- Are you mocking me?

-- Maybe a little. But it's nothing compared to what you said to me once.

-- Then take you revenge on me and go on with your pathetic life! Buy a sweater and marry it, for all I care! Just get out of my life!

-- There's a stream behind those trees. I can hear the water running. You can drink there!

Yvette looked at the trees, then back at me, and then again at the trees. Obviously her body took the decision instead of her, and she stood up. With small careful steps she passed by me and went towards the woods. I followed, trying to stay close in case she trips again.

The stream was near a muddy slope so I had to help Yvette to not fall down. When she closed to the water, her boots sank in mud. She was barely moving with her hands still inside her back sleeve and the front one waving around in mid-air.