MUMUS: Blondes Do It Better
Literally just finished this one and I hope it makes up for my sorry excuse for a story last time.
Requested By: HapJap17 @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "Blondes can have fun too"
Setting/Event: Sharpay proving to Troy that blondes are better than burnettes
Random Stuff:
- pair of hot pink high heels
- T.I(feat. Rihanna) - Live Your Life
- handcuffs
With summer ending and the new school year just around the corner, the Albuquerque airport was crowded; everywhere you looked there was somebody saying goodbye, or hello, to a loved one: friends hugging, lovers kissing, mothers crying.
Standing near the exit of the security area, Sharpay wanted anxiously for her boyfriend, Troy, to arrive. It had been six weeks since she had seen him last and she couldn’t wait to see him. He had taken an internship at the ESPN studios in Connecticut while she had stayed in their hometown, Albuquerque.
While Troy had spent the summer between junior and senior year of college learning the ins and outs of sports journalism, Sharpay had spent the summer working at her mom’s dress shop and hanging out with her best friends, and roommates, Gabriella and Taylor. The most exciting thing she had done the whole summer was dye her natural brown hair blonde.
It sounded funny, but being blonde was like embarking on a whole new world. Guys that hadn’t given her a second glance as a brunette were flirting with her as a blonde. Her whole world felt brighter and different as she got to see the world she had always wondered about. She finally felt like she fit in with her parents and twin brother who were all naturally blonde.
The only problem was Troy: his preference of brunettes to blondes had always kept Sharpay from experiencing life as a blonde. When he had told her about the internship, she had decided to dye her hair blonde while he was gone and dye it brown before he got back. But, now, after six weeks as a blonde, she wasn’t ready to go back to being a brunette, which left her hoping that he could look past the blonde hair and see the woman he was in love with.
The loud scream of a little girl seeing her dad alerted Sharpay that another set of passengers was exiting the passenger-only area. Her eyes scanned the steady stream and she smiled when they finally found Troy’s handsome face.
He stopped a few feet away from her, scanning the crowd around them looking for her. She could tell he hadn’t recognized her because, as his eyes scanned the crowd a second time, he gave her his fake smile that was quickly replaced by a wide eyed, jaw dropped look.
She giggled to herself as she made her way over to him. They hugged and shared a tamer kiss than she was planning for later.
“You- you’re a blonde,” he said, still getting over the shock.
“Uh huh,” she nodded. “You like it?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he answered honestly. “It’s really different.”
“I know, but I really like it,” she said, slipping her hand into his. “I really missed you this summer, Troy.”
“I missed you too,” he smiled genuinely though still seemingly distracted by her hair color.
“Come on, let’s get your suitcases and go home,” she said. “I’ve got the whole night planned out for us.”
They walked hand-in-hand to the baggage claim and stood silently as they wanted for his bags to show up. Once they had them both, they each took one and they headed out to her car. They threw his suitcases into the trunk then got into the car.
“I hope you slept on the plane,” Sharpay grinned as she drove towards the house he shared with his best friend, Chad. “I’ve got a lot planned for us tonight.”
“I slept part of the way,” he replied before turning the radio on.
When one of his favorite songs Live Your Life by T.I. came on, Sharpay hoped that he would come out of his funk enough to sing and rap along like usual, but he stayed silent. It wasn’t until she pulled into his driveway that he spoke again.
“I think I’m just going to crash tonight.”
“Oh, well, if that’s what you want to do, we can do that,” she replied. “Snuggling with you is better than nothing.”
“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of you going home,” he said. “I’m really tired and with my body still on East Coast time I don’t want to mess you up. Plus, I’m not really feeling well.”
“Oh, ok,” she replied slightly confused.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised before he got out of the car. “And I can get my stuff.”
She sat in the drivers’ seat dumbfounded as he grabbed his stuff then headed into the house without as much as a goodnight kiss.
Still confused, Sharpay drove to her house on autopilot. She parked her car in the driveway and went into the house, not remembering, or caring, that Taylor and Chad would be there since she had planned to be with Troy.
“Sharpay?” She barely heard Taylor speaking as she made her way towards the stairs. She climbed the stairs and went into her room then fell face down onto her bed.
“Sharpay?” Taylor called from the hallway. “Can I come in?” When Sharpay didn’t reply, Taylor let herself into the room. “Girl, what’s up? I thought you were staying with Troy.”
“He claimed he was too tired,” Sharpay replied, turning her head to look at her friend.
“But I thought you guys had this planned for like two weeks,” Taylor stated, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“We did,” Sharpay replied. “And when we talked this afternoon he sounded excited and told me he planned to sleep the whole way home so we could be together tonight.”
“I wonder what changed,” Taylor wondered aloud.
“I’m going to go with the big shock that his girlfriend is now a blonde,” Chad stated from the doorway.
“What?” Taylor and Sharpay asked.
“He just texted me wanting to know how long you’ve been a blonde and why I didn’t tell him,” Chad replied. “What do you want me to tell him?”
“The truth, I guess,” Sharpay replied. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this, Chad, and I’m sorry to you both for ruining your evening. I can go to my parents if you guys want to be alone.”
“We’ll be fine,” Taylor said before Chad could reply. “We have to get used to not spending every night together anyway. We were really spoiled this summer.”
“Depends on your definition of spoiled,” Chad muttered. “Troy doesn’t make me clean up after myself every thirty seconds.”
“Funny,” Taylor stuck her tongue out at him. “He’s home now so you two can make a pile of dirty dishes on the counter like last semester.”
“Already started,” Chad replied, sliding his phone into his pocket. “But anyway, I’ll go see if I can talk some sense into Troy.”
“And I’ll go give Gabriella a call,” Taylor said standing up. “You change into some pajamas and meet me down stairs in fifteen minutes for margaritas.”
Knowing she didn’t have much of a choice, Sharpay went downstairs fifteen minutes later and found Gabriella and Taylor standing in the kitchen talking.
“I can’t believe Troy passed up a night with you because you’re a blonde now,” Gabriella shook her head. “There has to be a deeper reason behind it.”
“Like what?” Taylor asked.
“I don’t know, maybe he discovered he was gay or something,” Gabriella shrugged, making Taylor and Sharpay choke on their drinks.
“My boyfriend is not gay!” Sharpay defended him.
“Alright fine, he has deep unresolved issues with blondes,” Gabriella replied. “Though I think the gay thing is probably better.”
“Shut up and drink,” Taylor rolled her eyes before turning to Sharpay. “So what are you going to do?”
“Dye my hair brown, I guess,” she replied. “I mean what else am I supposed to do?”
“You’re going to give in, just like that?” Gabriella asked. “You can’t do that, Sharpay. If you do that you’re telling Troy that his opinion on how you should look, dress and act is more important than yours.”
“I agree,” Taylor nodded. “You need to give him time to adjust to the new you.”
“But what if he doesn’t like the new me?” Sharpay voiced her biggest fear.
“Then he isn’t the one you should be with,” Gabriella replied. “You can’t deny yourself happiness to please him. You’d be cheating yourself out of your own life.”
“So what do I do?” Sharpay asked after several minutes.
“You have to prove to him some how that the blonde Sharpay is better than the brunette Sharpay,” Taylor replied. “We’ve gotten to see your transformation from a sometimes shy brunette to a confident blonde who feels good in her own skin.”
They spent the next thirty minutes brainstorming ideas as they finished off the rest of the strawberry margaritas.
“Oh my god, I’ve got it!” Gabriella exclaimed, nearly tipping her drink over as she set it down on the counter. “You could do like a strip tease thing for him or something.” She snapped her fingers as she bounced around. “Oh my God, even better idea; do something he’s always wanted you to do in the bedroom but you never had the courage to do.”
“That’s a good idea,” Taylor nodded. “What’s the one thing he’s always wanted to do with you? Or one of his fantasies?”
“I don’t know, we’ve never really talked about fantasies,” Sharpay shrugged. “And you guys are assuming he’ll actually agree to see me. Who knows what’s going through his head when he finds out I’ve been a blonde since the day he left.”
“I have an idea,” Taylor said. “Stay right here.” She returned a couple minutes later with two pairs of furry handcuffs. “Here.” She held them out to Sharpay, but her friend was reluctant to take them. “Relax, they’re brand new, I was going to give them to Chad for his birthday, but I think you need them more than I do.”
“Uh, thanks,” Sharpay replied, taking them from Taylor before, quickly, setting them on the counter.
“Alright so now you have the means of making him stay where you want him,” Gabriella said. “Now you just have to make him see that you’re better as a blonde.”
They retired to the living room and brainstormed ideas until they had all passed out. The next morning started slowly for all three of them, but after pain reliever and showers, they left the house to shop for supplies.
~*~*~
Coming into the kitchen, Chad found Troy sitting at their small table staring into his coffee cup. “Morning,” he greeted his friend. When he had gotten home the night before, he had found Troy passed out on the couch.
“Why didn’t she tell me?” Troy asked, looking up. “She should have told me.”
Chad groaned inwardly as he poured himself a cup of coffee then sat down at the table. “I guess she knew you wouldn’t like it,” he shrugged. “Taylor said Sharpay had planned on dying her hair brown before you got back.”
“So she was just going to keep it from me?” Troy shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”
“It’s just hair, Troy, is it really this big of a deal?” Chad asked him.
“She’s changed herself, Chad,” Troy stated. “First it’ll be her hair then it’ll be something else and then me, ultimately.”
“Are you serious?” Chad retorted. “That girl is so heads over heels for you that she waited seven years to dye her hair blonde, because she didn’t think you’d like it. And you know what, she was meant to be a blonde and if you gave her a chance you’d see that she’s better as a blonde.
“So get over yourself and support her decisions. She’s a blonde now, embrace it. If she wants to get a tattoo, embrace it. If she wants to try something new in the sack, embrace it. And if she’s interested in doing something you’re not sure about, talk about it, don’t shut her out, because it might result in the ending of your relationship.”
“You really need to stop watching daytime TV,” Troy muttered.
“And you really need to go get your woman back,” Chad retorted. “You’ve only been back 12 hours and you’ve already cost me one night of lovin’ with Taylor.”
“I’ll call her after I shower,” Troy said as he stood up. He rinsed his coffee cup out and put it in the dishwasher then headed towards the door. “Oh, by the way, dishes go in the dishwasher not on the counter.” He smiled to himself as he heard Chad curse. He grabbed a towel from the hall closet then went into the bathroom to shower.
After his shower he tried to call Sharpay, but she didn’t answer. He kept trying to get a hold of her all morning and afternoon and was ready to go to her house when she finally answered her phone.
“What are you doing tonight?” She asked him.
“Whatever you want,” he replied.
“Excellent,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later.”
He tried to ask her what time, but she hung up before he could finish his question and when he tried to call her back, her phone went straight to voice mail.
Shaking his head, he tossed his phone onto his bed. Then he changed into a set of workout clothes and headed down to the basement where he and Chad had a small gym. He worked out for nearly an hour before heading upstairs to shower.
By the time he got out of the shower, it was nearly dinner time and, after another call to Sharpay went unanswered, Troy made himself dinner. Then he went to his room and stretched out on his bed, figuring he could catch some zzz’s while he waited for her to call him.
He woke up later to something tickling his wrists and it wasn’t until he tried to move that he realized he couldn’t. He opened his eyes and looked on either side to see pink, furry handcuffs attached to his wrists.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Sharpay smiled, coming into the room in a pink robe and four inch hot pink high heels.
“What’s going on?” He asked. “Why am I handcuffed to the bed?”
“Because, I’m going to show you that blondes can have fun, too.” She grinned as she closed his bedroom door. Her eyes met his seductively as she opened her robe to reveal a pink pushup bra and a matching pair of panties.
He felt his loins tighten as pushed the silk robe down her arms slowly before letting it fall to the floor. She had never been this controlling in the bedroom before and he kind of liked it.
Her striptease of sorts continued until she was left standing in her hot pink high heels.
“Leave them on,” he croaked when she started to remove the shoes. “Leave them on.”
She grinned at him with bedroom eyes before she made her way to the bed. She ignored his swelling manhood as she straddled his body and unbuttoned his shirt. He let out a throaty moan as she pulled her hands down his torso and to the waist band of his khaki shorts.
He strained his arms, trying to get free so he could touch her, but the handcuffs held tight.
She smiled as if she could tell how much he wanted to touch her. His eyes followed hers when they moved to his happy trail; a staggered breath escaped his lips as she walked her fingers down the trail until it disappeared under his waist band.
“Please, Shar,” he begged as her hands moved lightly over his engorged manhood still buried beneath his pants.
She held a finger to her lips before she started to undo his pants. She bit the inside of her lip as she inched the zipper down slowly. When he bucked his hips, trying to encourage her to move on, she shook her finger at him.
He sighed and closed his eyes as her hands started to pull his pants down then, surprisingly, his boxers, freeing his hard manhood to her hungry eyes.
That’s when the control started to change. With her own desires soaring towards the forefront, she quickly leaned over and released his hands from the handcuffs. With one quick move, Troy flipped them over so he was on top and she was on the bottom. Part of him wanted to return the teasing she’d had given him, but he knew neither of them would last through that in their current states, so he slid his manhood into her womanhood quickly, making them both moan at the long awaited reunion.
Their sweat-glistened bodies moved together as he slid in and out of her. The once quiet room was filled with moans and the calling of each others names as they neared their releases. He came first from all her teasing and she came quickly after, obviously turned on by her treatment of him.
As they laid next to each other staring up at the ceiling, a few minutes later, his mind ran circles around trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was Chad right? Had the blonde hair brought Sharpay out of her shell?
“Troy, I love you,” she whispered as she rolled onto her side. “If you want me to dye my hair, I will.”
“I love you, too,” he replied, turning his face to look at her. “And if being blonde makes you happy then I’m happy.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She grinned widely as she snuggled up against his side. She got to keep her guy and her hair color. She couldn’t be happier. Or so she thought until she woke up awhile later, handcuffed to Troy’s bed wearing just her high heels.
Being blonde was going to be hella fun.
Story Index
Requested By: HapJap17 @ fanfiction.net
Couple: Troy & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "Blondes can have fun too"
Setting/Event: Sharpay proving to Troy that blondes are better than burnettes
Random Stuff:
- pair of hot pink high heels
- T.I(feat. Rihanna) - Live Your Life
- handcuffs
With summer ending and the new school year just around the corner, the Albuquerque airport was crowded; everywhere you looked there was somebody saying goodbye, or hello, to a loved one: friends hugging, lovers kissing, mothers crying.
Standing near the exit of the security area, Sharpay wanted anxiously for her boyfriend, Troy, to arrive. It had been six weeks since she had seen him last and she couldn’t wait to see him. He had taken an internship at the ESPN studios in Connecticut while she had stayed in their hometown, Albuquerque.
While Troy had spent the summer between junior and senior year of college learning the ins and outs of sports journalism, Sharpay had spent the summer working at her mom’s dress shop and hanging out with her best friends, and roommates, Gabriella and Taylor. The most exciting thing she had done the whole summer was dye her natural brown hair blonde.
It sounded funny, but being blonde was like embarking on a whole new world. Guys that hadn’t given her a second glance as a brunette were flirting with her as a blonde. Her whole world felt brighter and different as she got to see the world she had always wondered about. She finally felt like she fit in with her parents and twin brother who were all naturally blonde.
The only problem was Troy: his preference of brunettes to blondes had always kept Sharpay from experiencing life as a blonde. When he had told her about the internship, she had decided to dye her hair blonde while he was gone and dye it brown before he got back. But, now, after six weeks as a blonde, she wasn’t ready to go back to being a brunette, which left her hoping that he could look past the blonde hair and see the woman he was in love with.
The loud scream of a little girl seeing her dad alerted Sharpay that another set of passengers was exiting the passenger-only area. Her eyes scanned the steady stream and she smiled when they finally found Troy’s handsome face.
He stopped a few feet away from her, scanning the crowd around them looking for her. She could tell he hadn’t recognized her because, as his eyes scanned the crowd a second time, he gave her his fake smile that was quickly replaced by a wide eyed, jaw dropped look.
She giggled to herself as she made her way over to him. They hugged and shared a tamer kiss than she was planning for later.
“You- you’re a blonde,” he said, still getting over the shock.
“Uh huh,” she nodded. “You like it?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he answered honestly. “It’s really different.”
“I know, but I really like it,” she said, slipping her hand into his. “I really missed you this summer, Troy.”
“I missed you too,” he smiled genuinely though still seemingly distracted by her hair color.
“Come on, let’s get your suitcases and go home,” she said. “I’ve got the whole night planned out for us.”
They walked hand-in-hand to the baggage claim and stood silently as they wanted for his bags to show up. Once they had them both, they each took one and they headed out to her car. They threw his suitcases into the trunk then got into the car.
“I hope you slept on the plane,” Sharpay grinned as she drove towards the house he shared with his best friend, Chad. “I’ve got a lot planned for us tonight.”
“I slept part of the way,” he replied before turning the radio on.
When one of his favorite songs Live Your Life by T.I. came on, Sharpay hoped that he would come out of his funk enough to sing and rap along like usual, but he stayed silent. It wasn’t until she pulled into his driveway that he spoke again.
“I think I’m just going to crash tonight.”
“Oh, well, if that’s what you want to do, we can do that,” she replied. “Snuggling with you is better than nothing.”
“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of you going home,” he said. “I’m really tired and with my body still on East Coast time I don’t want to mess you up. Plus, I’m not really feeling well.”
“Oh, ok,” she replied slightly confused.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised before he got out of the car. “And I can get my stuff.”
She sat in the drivers’ seat dumbfounded as he grabbed his stuff then headed into the house without as much as a goodnight kiss.
Still confused, Sharpay drove to her house on autopilot. She parked her car in the driveway and went into the house, not remembering, or caring, that Taylor and Chad would be there since she had planned to be with Troy.
“Sharpay?” She barely heard Taylor speaking as she made her way towards the stairs. She climbed the stairs and went into her room then fell face down onto her bed.
“Sharpay?” Taylor called from the hallway. “Can I come in?” When Sharpay didn’t reply, Taylor let herself into the room. “Girl, what’s up? I thought you were staying with Troy.”
“He claimed he was too tired,” Sharpay replied, turning her head to look at her friend.
“But I thought you guys had this planned for like two weeks,” Taylor stated, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“We did,” Sharpay replied. “And when we talked this afternoon he sounded excited and told me he planned to sleep the whole way home so we could be together tonight.”
“I wonder what changed,” Taylor wondered aloud.
“I’m going to go with the big shock that his girlfriend is now a blonde,” Chad stated from the doorway.
“What?” Taylor and Sharpay asked.
“He just texted me wanting to know how long you’ve been a blonde and why I didn’t tell him,” Chad replied. “What do you want me to tell him?”
“The truth, I guess,” Sharpay replied. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this, Chad, and I’m sorry to you both for ruining your evening. I can go to my parents if you guys want to be alone.”
“We’ll be fine,” Taylor said before Chad could reply. “We have to get used to not spending every night together anyway. We were really spoiled this summer.”
“Depends on your definition of spoiled,” Chad muttered. “Troy doesn’t make me clean up after myself every thirty seconds.”
“Funny,” Taylor stuck her tongue out at him. “He’s home now so you two can make a pile of dirty dishes on the counter like last semester.”
“Already started,” Chad replied, sliding his phone into his pocket. “But anyway, I’ll go see if I can talk some sense into Troy.”
“And I’ll go give Gabriella a call,” Taylor said standing up. “You change into some pajamas and meet me down stairs in fifteen minutes for margaritas.”
Knowing she didn’t have much of a choice, Sharpay went downstairs fifteen minutes later and found Gabriella and Taylor standing in the kitchen talking.
“I can’t believe Troy passed up a night with you because you’re a blonde now,” Gabriella shook her head. “There has to be a deeper reason behind it.”
“Like what?” Taylor asked.
“I don’t know, maybe he discovered he was gay or something,” Gabriella shrugged, making Taylor and Sharpay choke on their drinks.
“My boyfriend is not gay!” Sharpay defended him.
“Alright fine, he has deep unresolved issues with blondes,” Gabriella replied. “Though I think the gay thing is probably better.”
“Shut up and drink,” Taylor rolled her eyes before turning to Sharpay. “So what are you going to do?”
“Dye my hair brown, I guess,” she replied. “I mean what else am I supposed to do?”
“You’re going to give in, just like that?” Gabriella asked. “You can’t do that, Sharpay. If you do that you’re telling Troy that his opinion on how you should look, dress and act is more important than yours.”
“I agree,” Taylor nodded. “You need to give him time to adjust to the new you.”
“But what if he doesn’t like the new me?” Sharpay voiced her biggest fear.
“Then he isn’t the one you should be with,” Gabriella replied. “You can’t deny yourself happiness to please him. You’d be cheating yourself out of your own life.”
“So what do I do?” Sharpay asked after several minutes.
“You have to prove to him some how that the blonde Sharpay is better than the brunette Sharpay,” Taylor replied. “We’ve gotten to see your transformation from a sometimes shy brunette to a confident blonde who feels good in her own skin.”
They spent the next thirty minutes brainstorming ideas as they finished off the rest of the strawberry margaritas.
“Oh my god, I’ve got it!” Gabriella exclaimed, nearly tipping her drink over as she set it down on the counter. “You could do like a strip tease thing for him or something.” She snapped her fingers as she bounced around. “Oh my God, even better idea; do something he’s always wanted you to do in the bedroom but you never had the courage to do.”
“That’s a good idea,” Taylor nodded. “What’s the one thing he’s always wanted to do with you? Or one of his fantasies?”
“I don’t know, we’ve never really talked about fantasies,” Sharpay shrugged. “And you guys are assuming he’ll actually agree to see me. Who knows what’s going through his head when he finds out I’ve been a blonde since the day he left.”
“I have an idea,” Taylor said. “Stay right here.” She returned a couple minutes later with two pairs of furry handcuffs. “Here.” She held them out to Sharpay, but her friend was reluctant to take them. “Relax, they’re brand new, I was going to give them to Chad for his birthday, but I think you need them more than I do.”
“Uh, thanks,” Sharpay replied, taking them from Taylor before, quickly, setting them on the counter.
“Alright so now you have the means of making him stay where you want him,” Gabriella said. “Now you just have to make him see that you’re better as a blonde.”
They retired to the living room and brainstormed ideas until they had all passed out. The next morning started slowly for all three of them, but after pain reliever and showers, they left the house to shop for supplies.
~*~*~
Coming into the kitchen, Chad found Troy sitting at their small table staring into his coffee cup. “Morning,” he greeted his friend. When he had gotten home the night before, he had found Troy passed out on the couch.
“Why didn’t she tell me?” Troy asked, looking up. “She should have told me.”
Chad groaned inwardly as he poured himself a cup of coffee then sat down at the table. “I guess she knew you wouldn’t like it,” he shrugged. “Taylor said Sharpay had planned on dying her hair brown before you got back.”
“So she was just going to keep it from me?” Troy shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”
“It’s just hair, Troy, is it really this big of a deal?” Chad asked him.
“She’s changed herself, Chad,” Troy stated. “First it’ll be her hair then it’ll be something else and then me, ultimately.”
“Are you serious?” Chad retorted. “That girl is so heads over heels for you that she waited seven years to dye her hair blonde, because she didn’t think you’d like it. And you know what, she was meant to be a blonde and if you gave her a chance you’d see that she’s better as a blonde.
“So get over yourself and support her decisions. She’s a blonde now, embrace it. If she wants to get a tattoo, embrace it. If she wants to try something new in the sack, embrace it. And if she’s interested in doing something you’re not sure about, talk about it, don’t shut her out, because it might result in the ending of your relationship.”
“You really need to stop watching daytime TV,” Troy muttered.
“And you really need to go get your woman back,” Chad retorted. “You’ve only been back 12 hours and you’ve already cost me one night of lovin’ with Taylor.”
“I’ll call her after I shower,” Troy said as he stood up. He rinsed his coffee cup out and put it in the dishwasher then headed towards the door. “Oh, by the way, dishes go in the dishwasher not on the counter.” He smiled to himself as he heard Chad curse. He grabbed a towel from the hall closet then went into the bathroom to shower.
After his shower he tried to call Sharpay, but she didn’t answer. He kept trying to get a hold of her all morning and afternoon and was ready to go to her house when she finally answered her phone.
“What are you doing tonight?” She asked him.
“Whatever you want,” he replied.
“Excellent,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later.”
He tried to ask her what time, but she hung up before he could finish his question and when he tried to call her back, her phone went straight to voice mail.
Shaking his head, he tossed his phone onto his bed. Then he changed into a set of workout clothes and headed down to the basement where he and Chad had a small gym. He worked out for nearly an hour before heading upstairs to shower.
By the time he got out of the shower, it was nearly dinner time and, after another call to Sharpay went unanswered, Troy made himself dinner. Then he went to his room and stretched out on his bed, figuring he could catch some zzz’s while he waited for her to call him.
He woke up later to something tickling his wrists and it wasn’t until he tried to move that he realized he couldn’t. He opened his eyes and looked on either side to see pink, furry handcuffs attached to his wrists.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Sharpay smiled, coming into the room in a pink robe and four inch hot pink high heels.
“What’s going on?” He asked. “Why am I handcuffed to the bed?”
“Because, I’m going to show you that blondes can have fun, too.” She grinned as she closed his bedroom door. Her eyes met his seductively as she opened her robe to reveal a pink pushup bra and a matching pair of panties.
He felt his loins tighten as pushed the silk robe down her arms slowly before letting it fall to the floor. She had never been this controlling in the bedroom before and he kind of liked it.
Her striptease of sorts continued until she was left standing in her hot pink high heels.
“Leave them on,” he croaked when she started to remove the shoes. “Leave them on.”
She grinned at him with bedroom eyes before she made her way to the bed. She ignored his swelling manhood as she straddled his body and unbuttoned his shirt. He let out a throaty moan as she pulled her hands down his torso and to the waist band of his khaki shorts.
He strained his arms, trying to get free so he could touch her, but the handcuffs held tight.
She smiled as if she could tell how much he wanted to touch her. His eyes followed hers when they moved to his happy trail; a staggered breath escaped his lips as she walked her fingers down the trail until it disappeared under his waist band.
“Please, Shar,” he begged as her hands moved lightly over his engorged manhood still buried beneath his pants.
She held a finger to her lips before she started to undo his pants. She bit the inside of her lip as she inched the zipper down slowly. When he bucked his hips, trying to encourage her to move on, she shook her finger at him.
He sighed and closed his eyes as her hands started to pull his pants down then, surprisingly, his boxers, freeing his hard manhood to her hungry eyes.
That’s when the control started to change. With her own desires soaring towards the forefront, she quickly leaned over and released his hands from the handcuffs. With one quick move, Troy flipped them over so he was on top and she was on the bottom. Part of him wanted to return the teasing she’d had given him, but he knew neither of them would last through that in their current states, so he slid his manhood into her womanhood quickly, making them both moan at the long awaited reunion.
Their sweat-glistened bodies moved together as he slid in and out of her. The once quiet room was filled with moans and the calling of each others names as they neared their releases. He came first from all her teasing and she came quickly after, obviously turned on by her treatment of him.
As they laid next to each other staring up at the ceiling, a few minutes later, his mind ran circles around trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was Chad right? Had the blonde hair brought Sharpay out of her shell?
“Troy, I love you,” she whispered as she rolled onto her side. “If you want me to dye my hair, I will.”
“I love you, too,” he replied, turning his face to look at her. “And if being blonde makes you happy then I’m happy.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She grinned widely as she snuggled up against his side. She got to keep her guy and her hair color. She couldn’t be happier. Or so she thought until she woke up awhile later, handcuffed to Troy’s bed wearing just her high heels.
Being blonde was going to be hella fun.
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