When You Flirt with a Mouth Holding Girl

Drew had been flirting with Audrey for some time now. Everyone in their circle of friends knew it. Drew, Audrey, the others: a gang of young twenty somethings, they all hung out together a lot evenings and weekends. Drew had been flirting with Audrey, and Audrey, she'd flirt right back. In fact, everyone more or less thought that Drew and Audrey had a thing for each other, only they were too shy to do more than just flirt.

Drew sure was smitten with Audrey, wasn't he? Drew couldn't take his mind off Audrey and her big slender rangy broad-shouldered athletic frame, oh, Audrey and her long blonde hair, oh, Audrey and her pretty face with those big blue eyes, those high Slavic cheekbones, that wide generous grin, and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and her cheeks! Drew couldn't take his mind off of Audrey, and when she was around, it was painfully obvious that Drew couldn't take his eyes off her either.

Drew couldn't take his eyes off of Audrey. In particular, Drew couldn't take his eyes off of Audrey's hands. Audrey had beautiful large hands, big smooth hands with big long broad silky-smooth backs, long slender fingers, and neat tidy nails kept buffed and grown out just a fraction beyond her fingertips. Audrey had pretty hands, unusually large hands, the big strong soft but firm hands of an athletic young woman; and somehow Audrey's hands were the magnet that often attracted Drew's gaze when he found himself eyeing Audrey.

And then Drew would flirt. Shy, a bit awkward, Drew would act pesky toward Audrey, like just a shade too much of a nuisance. Drew would provoke Audrey, and then she would react to Drew, with too broad of a smile really to be annoyed, or swatting and spatting at Drew just a touch too physically to be trying to deflect Drew's attention. Drew would provoke Audrey, and Audrey would react like just you leave me alone!, only (as everyone plainly could see) Audrey went at it in such a way that really she was egging Drew on, exciting him to pester her even further.

So it went, until the bizarre events of that one evening, heading up toward the holiday season. Some of the gang were together that evening, seven or eight of them. In fact they were together at Audrey's apartment! And Drew was there, and he was flirting with Audrey as usual. And everyone was eating a slow and informal dinner, and Drew said something just a touch too pesky, and suddenly Audrey reached over and placed her hand over Drew's mouth.

Audrey reached right over and placed her large smooth soft warm left hand firmly over Drew's mouth, to shut him the fuck up. And she only kept her hand over his mouth a second or two that first time, but it made everyone laugh, and when Audrey took her hand away from Drew's mouth people laughed even louder, because it was plain that Drew was blushing.

People laughed at first, because everyone knew that Audrey was a mouth holder. Oh that Audrey, she was always putting her hand over someone's mouth! So it was just Audrey up to her tricks as usual, shutting Drew up with her hand over his mouth. But then, for Drew to be blushing bright red...

Somehow after that everyone noticed that Drew was really getting loud and pushy toward Audrey, and it was after they finished eating that the second incident took place. Folks were cleaning up in the kitchen, and beginning to gravitate toward the living room, where a movie rented for the evening was waiting in the DVD player. And Drew made some uncharacteristically loud comment about how, "Oh, the woman thinks she can tell me to quiet up, well, yeah, Audrey, ya gonna make m--mmmmmmmmhhhhh!"

Suddenly Drew was cut off in mid sentence, silenced as Audrey plastered her big warm smooth right hand firmly over Drew's mouth. Firm! And this time Audrey didn't take her hand away from Drew's mouth after a moment, either. No, this time Audrey just stood there, a little defiant, keeping her large smooth hand clamped in place over Drew's mouth as the clock ticked five... ten... fifteen seconds, and everyone else just stood there staring at how Audrey was keeping Drew shut up with her hand over his mouth.

Audrey just stood there, keeping her big smooth milky pale hand fastened firmly over Drew's mouth. Drew's eyes looked sheepish. And as for Audrey, she muttered to Drew in a low throaty voice, strangely like she was coming on to him: "Listen, Drew, next time I have to cover your mouth to shut you up, I'm not letting go. If I have to hold your mouth again, I'm gonna keep my hand over your mouth... for good!"

Audrey's low voice, her pushy stance, the sultry look on her face... all of these just screamed a young woman coming on to a man, as if she was just daring him to try it again. When she finally took her hand away from Drew's mouth, he looked just a touch skittish and nervous. Everyone else, too, was just a skitch quieter than usual, as if they could sense a gathering storm that was about to break. Sometimes when this flirting builds on itself, it suddenly mushrooms, like that time Tony and Gina were verbally sparring, and soon they were sitting there side by side, holding hands for the very first time.

So everyone gathered in Audrey's living room, and sat down to watch the movie, which was not so much of a chick flick that the guys couldn't stand to watch. And somehow -- probably not by accident -- Drew ended up sitting on the couch, right next to Audrey, on her right side.

And then it happened. The opening credits were rolling on Audrey's big screen TV, and Drew was mischievously mumbling to Audrey, something about "Mind if I talk during the movie? Mind if I eat popcorn?" There was no popcorn. "Mind if I chatter on mindlessly to you?"

At that point Audrey declaimed, in a voice that cut through the room, "Yes, I mind!!!" And with that, Audrey reached around behind Drew's head, and she proceeded to clamp her right hand, her big large smooth satiny warm soft athletic young woman hand, very very tightly in place right over Drew's mouth.

And Audrey just sat there, with her hand clamped tight over Drew's mouth. Her unusually large hand, firm, soft but strong, the palm clamped square over Drew's mouth, the thumb up alongside Drew's nose, and the fingers squeezed so tight that they were indenting Drew's left cheek way back in.

"Mmmmmmmmhhhhh! Mmmmmmhhh.... hhmmmmm, mmmm hmmm mmmmmmmhhh!" Drew was trying to make noises, from beneath Audrey's unrelenting and tight-clamped hand.

"Shhhhhhhh!" With that, Audrey tightened up her strong grip on Drew's mouth even tighter, until Drew's eyes were opened so wide that the whites of his eyes showed all the way around.

Audrey was holding Drew's mouth really, really tight, so Drew shut up. Only that didn't make Audrey let him go. No, Audrey just kept her big smooth beautiful womanly hand clamped vise-tight over Drew's mouth. Audrey just kept on and on, holding her hand over Drew's mouth.

Everyone else in the room was glancing over, looking at Audrey and Drew. They couldn't help but stare. Audrey was always a mouth holder, true, but this was bizarre! She just kept on and on and on, holding Drew's mouth in her hand tight. Drew's pesky flirting, Audrey's sultry smoldering I-dare-you reaction, had issued in this bizarre unending mouth hold.

Because Audrey wouldn't let go of Drew's mouth again. After a while the others' eyes drifted back to the movie. Though every once in a while, someone would look back over, only to be rewarded with the sight of Audrey's hand still kept clamped tight over Drew's mouth.

As for Drew, he sat there in a daze, his heart pounding, his lower face clenched in the steel-tight grip of Audrey's mouth holding hand. Oh, tight! Audrey had astonishing strength in her big long broad smooth warm soft but incredibly tight-clenching hand! Her strong young woman hand! Drew stretched and strained his jaw, but it was no use. He couldn't possibly get his mouth open, beneath the imprisoning grip of Audrey's warm sweaty palm, no matter how he tried. No matter how hard Drew strained, it was impossible for him to open his mouth beneath Audrey's incredibly powerful mouth hold!

"Mmmmhh, mmmmm hhmmmmmm..." Well, that was a mistake. Make some soft stifled noises beneath Audrey's tight-squeezing hand, and she would bring her well-manicured thumb down over the bridge of Drew's nose, until he could scarcely force labored breaths in and out, in and out through his nostrils. And she wouldn't let up until Drew's lungs were burning with a need for more oxygen. So Drew learned to stay quiet with Audrey's hand kept clamped over his mouth.

Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour... Audrey just kept on and on, holding Drew's mouth, and she wouldn't let him go, and she showed no sign of letting up. Drew reached up, felt with his fingertips of the warm silky smooth expanse of the large back of Audrey's hand fastened so tight over his mouth. Audrey let him stroke the back of her mouth holding hand with his fingertips, but if Drew tried to tug and pull at Audrey's hand, she would reach over with her other arm and bat Drew's hands away, pin Drew's hands down beneath her other arm so he couldn't reach up and pull any more on her hand.

Not that it would've made much difference anyway. That girl had strong hands! Big large smooth strong athletic womanly hands! Drew probably couldn't have pulled Audrey's hand away from his mouth anyhow, not even if he tried with all his strength. She was one strong hot chick, with incredible strength in her hands, and Audrey could plainly keep her hand clamped tight in place over Drew's mouth for just as long as she wanted, even if he tried with all his might to tug and pull Audrey's hand off his mouth.

Audrey the mouth holder was simply too strong for him.

Forty-five minutes, an hour, on toward an hour and a half, Audrey just kept on and on holding Drew's mouth and she wouldn't let go, she wouldn't stop holding his mouth. Now the others glanced over less often, but when they did it was with an expression of what the fuck, she's still got her hand locked over his mouth, after all this time??!!!

Drew, he was thinking to himself, this is what happens when you flirt with a mouth holding girl...

Finally, two hours and more, and the movie ended. And people were starting to get their things together, pull on jackets, head out into the night. And Audrey just sat there on the couch next to Drew, her arm still around the back of his neck, and her big smooth beautiful milky hand still clamped tight over Drew's mouth, like she's got to keep him gagged, silenced for the rest of the night.

More than two hours now that Audrey's been holding her hand over Drew's mouth nonstop. Someone asks, "Hey Audrey, ain't you gonna let Drew go?"

Audrey, sounding vaguely annoyed: "NO!!!"

Drew, with Audrey's hand still kept tight over his mouth, wrinkles his forehead like yeah, what can I do about it, anyway?!

People leaving now, and the last two out the door turn back and look, at Audrey still on the couch, Audrey still sitting next to Drew, Audrey's got Drew's head in a lover's headlock, Audrey's got her big smooth soft strong hand gripped hard and tight over Drew's mouth and never you let him go...

Someone: "Hey, you two gonna be okay?"

Audrey: "Yeah, only I'm not letting go of his mouth!! Good night."

So they close the door, leaving Audrey sitting there holding her hand tight over Drew's mouth as she has for more than two hours now, Audrey holding her hand over Drew's mouth with no sign that she ever intends to let him go. They leave Drew to the tender mercies of a beautiful young woman who's holding his mouth in a never-ending mouth hold. And who knows how much longer Audrey kept her hand locked tight over Drew's mouth after everyone else left?

This is what happens when you flirt with a mouth holding girl, and she notices, and she decides to fix her attentions on you. And fix her hand on your mouth.

You see, when she holds her hand over your mouth like that, and she keeps her hand tight-clamped over your mouth for hours on end, it means that she likes you.