The Rule Ch. 03

Mark and Beth left the next weekend to visit some out of town friends, giving Kevin and Chrissy some time alone in the apartment.

They were together in the common room. Chrissy was drawing in her sketchbook, while Kevin tried to read a book on the couch. It was some new science fiction his friend had recommended, which usually was his thing, but it really wasn't capturing his attention with so much on his mind.

He looked over at Chrissy, who was curled up in the chair in a way that seemed like it couldn't possibly be comfortable. Her eyes were serious and focused, carefully studying her drawing. She twisted the sketchbook every now and then, changing the angle to suit the next line. The gentle scratching of the pencil was hypnotically calming. Kevin knew he could stare at her for an hour and she wouldn't notice- when she was like this, lost in her art, very little would distract her.

He watched her work for a while, relaxing to the sounds of the pencil, before his curiosity got the better of him. "What are you drawing?"

Her eyes popped up, and she seemed almost surprised he was there. "Oh, um..."

"Can I see?" Kevin asked, gently. Sometimes she didn't want to show him, sometimes she did. He never pushed if she said no, though he always wanted to see.

"It's not done yet."

"That's OK," he said. Her face flushed slightly. "You don't have to show me if you don't want to, of course."

"No, it's... well, look." She turned the sketchbook around so he could see.

It was a beautiful pencil sketch of Beth- still unfinished in some places, but mostly done. It depicted Beth staring directly at the viewer, her full lips open slightly. The eyes had an almost unusual amount of detail compared to the rest of the work. Kevin felt his heart rate spike, as if Beth was in the room, actually staring at him.

"It's beautiful," said Kevin genuinely. It was unusual for Chrissy to draw people realistically. While she taught it to her students, her personal art tended to be more abstract.

"Well... she's beautiful," replied Chrissy, deflecting the compliment.

"I meant the art, not the subject."

"Thanks," she said, though her face showed frustration. She turned the drawing back to herself. "But it's not quite... I can't get the eyes quite right."

"The eyes are the best part, I thought."

"It's just... when she's been looking at me. Lately. There's something in them, some characteristic that's hard to nail down. Just a little twinkle of some emotion hidden behind the eyes. It's like she's... she's..."

"Like she's the cat looking at the canary," Kevin finished, knowing what Chrissy meant immediately.

Chrissy looked over at him. "Yes! Yes, exactly. Like... a little mischievous, like she's plotting something for you..."

"I noticed she's looking down at the viewer. Or the artist, maybe."

Chrissy took a pause before snapping the sketchbook to her chest dramatically. "Hey!" she said, with humor, "Don't psychoanalyze my art!"

"Sorry, sorry!" said Kevin, with a smile.

"I am the shortest one around here, you know! Everyone's always looking down at me. Doesn't mean anything."

"That's true." They both paused, studying each other. Kevin gestured at the sketchbook. "So, uh... is... is something on your mind?"

Chrissy nodded and closed the book. "I suppose it's obvious now. Though don't pretend like you were actually reading your book over there."

Kevin chuckled. "No... no I was not."

"So... should we talk about... them?"

Kevin nodded.

"So, I've been thinking about it," she said softly, leaning towards him as if she was sharing a secret. "And I think they don't see our Rule as a Rule. I think they see our Rule as a challenge."

"A challenge?"

"Right. Think about it. They found out we only allowed ourselves two seconds to check them out, and what happened? Beth takes off her pants and spanks herself in front of you. A situation, I think, no living straight human male could limit themselves to two seconds of.

"So, then we changed the rule. Looking is okay, but touching is off limits. As soon as I tell Mark that, a few minutes later, suddenly he needs a massage, and he gets me flustered to the point where I'm practically begging you to change The Rule again. So, then, as long as underwear stays on, we're OK. So what does he do next?"

"He asked you to strip," finished Kevin with realization.

"Exactly! Now, he didn't get my underwear off, but... come on. I think that's where he was heading. And they don't want to trick us or force us. Mark doesn't rip off his own underwear to win. They want the two of us to choose to break The Rule. That's the game. Like, they realize we're so attracted to them, they want to prove whatever line we choose to draw, we'll choose to break it if they push just a little bit."

There was a pause as Kevin thought about this. "Oh my god. They're... they're sirens, or something!"

"Right? It makes sense, right?"

"The timeline certainly matches up, but it leaves a question. ...Why? I mean, you're beautiful, obviously, and my grandma tells me I'm very handsome."

She threw a pencil at him. "Hey, I think so, too!"

"But why torment us, when they have each other?"

They both looked at each other silently, neither certain of the answer.

"I just want to make sure," said Chrissy, hesitant, but serious, "Are you okay with... where this is going?"

Kevin looked at her thoughtfully, understanding what she meant.

She continued. "Because I think we're at a bit of a crossroads right now. I think either we put our foot down, ask them what the hell is going on, and tell them that while this was fun, we don't want anything to impact our friendship..."

There was a pause. "Or?" asked Kevin, already knowing the other option.

"Or... we keep pushing the Rule as far as they'll take it. Because I think if we keep letting them put the pressure on without saying anything... Kevin, we're going to give in to whatever they want."

He nodded and swallowed.

"Which is a pretty big change to a relationship," she added. She was looking at him carefully. "I mean, we were monogamous, like, a week ago! And now, we're kind of... not? Or something?"

Kevin thought for a moment. "Well, let me ask you something: is there anything that Mark could do that would change the way you feel about me?"

"No," she said without hesitation. "Nothing, never, not in a million years. And you with Beth?"

"There's nothing Beth, or anyone, could do to make me change the way I feel about you."

She smiled. "That's a very good answer."

"Which is, of course, that I hate you."

Chrissy groaned, throwing yet another pencil at him. "You ruined it! That was so sweet, and you ruined it! Why did you do that?!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

She huffed dramatically, but with a smile on her face, before turning back to him seriously. "So... I just want to be sure of what you're saying here."

Kevin scratched the back of his head. "I'm saying... Let's see what happens. We're both enjoying this, right? I mean, realistically. How much further will they actually take it?"

***

They started to call these moments- when Beth or Mark would go on the attack- "Challenging The Rule." The next one came a few days after they returned from their weekend trip.

Kevin was working in their common room, sitting on the couch. He usually preferred to work at his desk, but every now and then he liked a change of scenery, so long as the apartment was quiet. And, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to increase the chance of Beth dropping by without wearing pants or something.

He was writing and rewriting an email on his laptop when he heard footsteps approach. He looked up to see Beth.

Beth may have been fully clothed, but she was, as always, stunning. She wore her office attire, with a crisp white button down tucked into tight pants. It seemed the perfect mix of respectable office fashion while still showing off her beauty.

She held a cup of tea in one hand- she always drank out of the same white mug. Beth was not the type to have a silly mug like everyone else on earth that Kevin knew.

She leaned against the door frame, studying him.

"Working from home today?" he asked, smiling at her. This was a first for her, as far as Kevin knew.

She did not smile back. "I have conference calls all day, so. I decided to take a page from your book."

"And what do you think?"

She sat down in the chair next to the couch, carefully putting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table. "It feels lazy, staying at the apartment all day."

"Well, I'm lazy, so it suits me. I usually don't even bother with pants."

"... But I could get used to it." She picked up and sipped her tea. She never slurped or made any sound at all when she sipped it, Kevin noted, even though it seemed boiling hot. She pulled out her phone, seeming to check on work.

Kevin got back to his email- it seemed that today wasn't a day to challenge the Rule. Today they were just roommates. While he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, it did make him less nervous. He re-read the last paragraph he wrote, and deleted it with frustration.

Beth looked at him quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing an email asking for a raise. Well, another email."

She blinked at him, then turned back to her tea, sipping it again. She sighed, and leaned back in the chair. "If you're writing an email, you're already doing it wrong."

"I thought... someone told me to always get these things in writing."

"You get the details in writing, but you negotiate them in person. Or at least over the phone."

"You've negotiated a raise?"

She looked over at him, annoyed. "Yes." She said it as if he had asked her if she breathed air, or could walk on two feet.

"Well... what would you do?"

She sipped her tea, seeming to ignore him, before finally answering. "That information will cost you."

Kevin paused. Was this a challenge? "Cost me... what?"

"Five hundred an hour."

"Oh, hah! Right. Money." Kevin went back to his computer before doing a double take, looking back at her. "Do you really make five hundred an hour?"

She shot him a look that let him know how stupid she thought that question was, taking another sip of tea. This time she actually did ignore him.

"Come on, please? In my shoes, what would you do?"

She sat in silence, not looking at him for a moment. Finally she spoke, turning her head and locking eyes with him. "Well... I heard about the massage Chrissy gave Mark. It sounded... intense."

Kevin felt his heart rate increase. There it was- that look in her eyes. The one Chrissy was trying to draw. A twinkle of something mischievous that was hungry to dominate. "Yeah... I heard-" his voice cracked, so he coughed. "I heard about that too."

"And I'm pretty sore from yoga this morning. So, instead of an hourly rate, how about you give me a massage and I'll tell you what to do. Deal?"

Kevin couldn't help but be excited. A massage? Would she get down to her underwear? He tried to play it cool. "Yeah, deal. So... where are you sore?"

She put on an obvious act of looking thoughtful. "Well, this new yoga instructor... he had us holding all these positions in deep squats..."

Oh my god, thought Kevin, is she going to ask him to massage her legs?

"I mean really, really deep stuff, you could really feel it in your glutes..."

Oh my god, thought Kevin, not believing his luck, is she going to ask him to massage her butt?!

"So, in short, I'd say... yeah... my feet." She took a sip of tea, watching his reaction.

This woman... is... evil, thought Kevin, obvious disappointment flashing across his face.

"Something wrong?" asked Beth with a hint of innocence.

"No, no of course not. Why don't you come sit on the couch next to me? You can put your feet in my lap."

Beth feigned as if she was thoughtful. "No... no, I don't think so."

"No? I thought..."

"Yeah, I want a massage. But I'm quite comfortable where I am. So."

There was a pause here as Kevin realized what she meant.

"You want me to... kneel on the floor?" His cock twitched in his jeans as he said it out loud. "Kneel in front of you... on the floor... and massage your feet?"

"Oh, do you want to? That's an idea. Are you sure?" she said with false sweetness, pretending as if it was his idea all along.

Kevin felt his throat get dry. "Yes, I'm... happy to."

"Are you happy to? Or do you want to?"

"I... want to." he said with a surprising amount of genuineness. His cock was growing in his jeans.

"You really, really want to?" she asked, analyzing him. Or at least pretending to.

"Yes," he said confidently.

"Okay, well, I don't know. It seems a little weird, you kneeling in front of me. Kind of a strange idea of yours. Maybe if you begged me?"

"Begged...?"

"Yeah, kneeling in front of your roommate and giving her a foot massage? A roommate who lives with you and your girlfriend? I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with that unless you really begged me. If I knew you really, really wanted it. Do you? If you do, just a little begging would help me out. Here, I'll help. Say, 'Beth, please let me kneel in front of you and massage your feet.'"

Kevin swallowed. "Beth, please let me kneel in front of you and massage your feet."

She gave him a very false smile. "And? Go on."

"And- and- what do you want me to say?"

She dropped the false sweetness for a moment and her emotionless voice was back. "I told you before. Tell me the truth."

"Okay..."

"Good boy," she said with the faintest hint of a smile. "Go on."

"I want... I want to kneel in front of you and massage your feet. Please, Beth. Even if it's just your feet... I want to make you feel good."

"Wow!" she said, the obviously false sweetness back in her voice. "Okay, if you want to do it badly, then, sure, go ahead. I'll do this for you. Go ahead and kneel."

Kevin slipped off the couch, slowly kneeling in front of her. Her smell enveloped him again from this close.

Beth always looked beautiful, but from this position below her, she looked especially powerful. She looked down, her face almost bored, as she presented a foot. He gently grabbed it, and began massaging.

She closed her eyes, relaxing. "Mmm. You're good at that."

"Thank you."

He was getting harder, his cock tenting in his jeans. He couldn't help it. The way she made him beg and so easily convinced him to kneel. She felt like an empress, so at ease with him massaging her feet below him.

"What's that?" she said. Kevin looked up to check, but he already knew: she was looking at the tent in his pants.

"I'm sorry..." He had no idea why he was apologizing.

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

She took her other foot and pressed it against his cock. "Wow, you are! That's as big as it gets?"

His breathing sped up, loving the humiliation. He nodded.

"Are you into feet or something?"

"No."

"Then why is your little cock so hard?"

Kevin didn't have an answer.

Beth laughed- not a genuine laugh, but an acted one. "You know, it's funny. I'm thinking about Chrissy and Mark's massage. I bet it looked pretty different from this one, huh? Chrissy grinding on top of him. Mark didn't have to work very hard to get her to get her to straddle him. Did she tell you how long they were going at it? Those two were practically fucking by the end of it. Mark said she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life, just grinding his cock, when you interrupted them."

Kevin blinked, surprised by the implication. "She... she stopped it before I got home."

Beth looked confused. "Oh? That's not what I heard. I heard he had to push her off when he heard you coming up the stairs."

Kevin's emotions swirled- he felt intense jealousy towards Mark, who might have been the one in control. But also complete and total arousal at the thought. He moaned, humping gently into Beth's foot.

"If they would have had five more minutes... well. Who knows what would have happened. One thing's for sure- we practically had to throw out his pants. They were soaked! But look at us: I couldn't be less wet, and you're kneeling before me, practically fucking my foot just to get a taste of what they had. Quite a different sight, don't you think?"

Kevin squirmed, loving the humiliation.

"Man," she said, shaking her head. "I knew you were a total bottom when I met you. But when Chrissy told me you were into this humiliation stuff... I had no idea."

Kevin turned red. "What... what did she tell you?"

She laughed, and gently rubbed her foot up and down his shaft. "Oh, Kevin. Everything." Her phone sounded with an alert. She checked it and sighed. "I need to jump on a call." She removed her foot from his crotch, standing up.

Kevin pathetically dry humped at nothing a few more times, humiliated that he wouldn't even be getting off from this insane situation.

She took a few steps towards the door, before looking at Kevin quizzically. "What are you doing?"

Kevin still kneeled on the floor in front of the empty chair. He looked at her blankly. "Um..."

"We're not done, are we?"

"I thought you had a call..."

"Does me being on a call stop you from being able to touch my feet or something?" she asked, as if he were an idiot.

He blinked at her. "You want me to come into your room?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm allowing you to, after you begged me so nicely. So far this massage hasn't done anything for me. But I'll let you come if you want."

He nodded, stood up, and followed her into the room.

Kevin had rarely been in Mark and Beth's room, but it was much less chaotic than his and Chrissy's room. Everything had its place, the bed perfectly made. It was the sort of room you'd see staged for an open house.

Beth sat at the desk across from the bed.

She looked at him blankly. "Well?" she questioned.

"What... what do you want me to..."

"I've got a call, so..." she gestured under the desk.

Kevin got even harder and melted a bit at this idea. She wanted him under the desk?

"Where else would you go? Can't have you on my webcam, obviously." Her face suddenly softened as she spoke. "I'll tell you what- if you ask real nicely, though, I can sweeten the deal a little bit. If you ask really nicely, I'll let us both take off our pants while you're down there. That way you're comfortable, and you have something nice to look at." She cocked her head. "Would you like that? Hmm? Would you like to be under my desk and see my long legs while you rub my feet?" Her voice, smooth as silk, was washing over him. "Maybe you can even rub my legs, too. Would you like that? And the whole time, you can see me in my panties. I've been being a little mean to you, which I know you like, but now I want to treat you right. You're my good boy, after all. All you have to do is ask. Ask me real nicely, and we can both take off these pants."

Kevin wouldn't have been able to resist even if there was a gun to his head. "Please, Beth, please... please take off your pants while I'm under there."

"Good answer." She stood up and stripped, as Kevin undid his belt and did the same. He caught a glimpse of that perfect ass again as she peeled off the tight pants. Her panties were lace again, but this time, blue.

Without his jeans covering him, the tent his hard cock made in his boxer briefs was even more obvious. She smiled at it. "Well? Get in."

Humiliated, he crawled under the desk. She sat back in her desk chair and slid in. Once she did that, it was... uncomfortably tight, which only turned Kevin on more.

But the best thing of all was the view before him. Mere inches away were both of her long legs, both of which lead up to those thick thighs and finally ending at those dark blue lace panties. Though he couldn't see her spectacular heart shaped ass from this position, he found himself loving it even more than when she bent over for him. It was so close. So, so close. Her smell was so, so good.