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>When we left off i was locked in the bathroom with angry women possibly beating down the door
>No time traveling anons came to my rescue
>Jerks
>I had to solve this one on my own at the time.
>I was in a pretty great mood though, since i had just made out with every currently conscious girl in the house, in a span of 10 minutes.
>Of course the banging and yelling outside the bathroom wasn’t helping my mood
>”Come out so we can castrate you” – Blondie
>This was accompanied by hurried agreements and more banging.
>There goes my thoughtful assassin thinking ahead as always.
>Far as i saw it, they weren’t actually too angry.
>[spoiler]Women especially, tend to pull this very often compared to men, where they’ll get Angry, or overreact to a subject that they aren’t actually as emotionally vested towards as they make out to be
>This seems to be for partially entertainment reasons, and partially because faking strong emotions gives you control over the situation
>Manipulation and Advantages in future situations really
>This isn’t rare among men either, but men are usually being complete faggots about it when they do.
>Oh right, i guess the women are being complete faggots too[/spoiler]
>But they were angry enough that hiding in the bathroom was a valid option
>so i guess they were winning.
>As far as i was concerned though i had them right where i wanted them
>Each one was now playing the words i had sung to them earlier over and over in their own head.
>About being the cutest, most intelligent, most beautiful, the most desirable in the room.
>Each girl had the vain hope that it was them i was talking about.
>Each girl was probably replaying the kisses over and over along with those words too.
>I’m no casanova, but i mean i tried to not make the kisses awful.
>I know i was playing my favorite in my head at least.
>[spoiler]I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t homely[/spoiler]
>However i had other things to do than reminisce about my past
>Time to defuse this situation.
>I walked up to the bathroom door and pressed my head against it facing the door crack.
>I wanted them to be able to hear my clearly
>They were still shouting various angry things and banging on the door though
>”WhO WAS IT?” – Homely
>”You Tasted like all the other girls, i want a rematch!” – Birthday
>The vibrations of the banging resonated through the door and were giving me a cheek massage.
>I think i was enjoying this.
>”He’s probably jacking off” – Glasses
>I spit my drink all over myself at this comment
>except i don’t have any drinks and i’m up against the door, but i mean that’s the reaction anyway.
>The girls on the other side of the door devolve into hooting, giggling and more banging.
>”Open up! Let us see!” Squeaks an exasperated Birthday.
>”He’s embarrassed now, we should let him finish” – Blondie in a taunting singsong voice.
>Blondie’s spirits are way higher than i would have thought, i thought i crushed her a bit too hard when i kissed glasses first.
>She probably couldn’t be anything but happy when i went straight to her second.
>”He probably needs help” – Glasses
>Yes pls
>”I bet its small that’s why”
>A chorus of giggling and snickering ensue from Blondie/Birthday/Homely instantly.
>I don’t even need to tell you who said this
>BUT FUCK YOU TOO HOMELY
>Glasses has done wonderfully though
>She successfully changed the situation from “CASTRATE HIM” anger.
>To sexual humiliation and teasing
>Glasses is such a bro
>You might not think so
>But I can work with this
>It’s almost safe to come out
>I speak as clearly through the door as i can
>”Stop” , i say it softly but loud enough that they can hear it.
>One word, but the banging stops and they listen for the rest.
>I put on a completely Somber tone, trying to interject the tiniest hint of emotional sorrow into what i say next.
>”You guys will wake Raven”
>Silence from the other side of the door
>I continue
>”One of you go check on her would you…”
>Complete silence on the other side of the door
>Eventually i hear footsteps leaving
>My plan has worked perfectly.
>Firstly i’ve interjected guilt into the mix, they realize they were being really loud and feel guilty about it.
>I honestly couldn’t give a shit about waking raven, and i really doubt they would have woken her.
>But they don’t know that.
>This throws them just a bit off balance
>Just enough for me to ask for one of them to leave
>I’ve changed the odds
>its 3v1 now, i can take this.
>I speak again through the door
>”I’m coming out”
>Still silence
>I unlock the door
>Its not instantly shoved down and i’m not on the floor
>I consider this a victory
>Gotta take em when i can get em.
>I know i gotta keep the victories coming though
>I crouch down and start charging
>FAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL
>I open the door when i’m half charged.
>First target is blondie, perfect.
>She gets hit hard in the stomach with the Force of a thousand screeching fal”CON”s that accompany my “PUNCH”
>Homely and Birthday are the only two left.
>It’s still dawning on them that i’m out of the bathroom
>They don’t understand yet
>I still have the advantage
>I give Homely an ol Sagat tiger knee to the stomach
>She doesn’t even block
>Her feet even leave the ground for a moment
>She’s down
>Birthday Vs Me now
>But she’s onto my plan
>I try to catch her off guard with a generic Karate chop to the right shoulder.
>I know that if i can disable one arm i can win.
>She dodges to the left and i’m left open.
>She hits me with some god damn lightning legs like chun li
>I guess she doesn’t need her arms
>Atleast 10 hits before i fall backwards.
>I’m on the ground clutching my stomach
>She moves over to gloat, hand on her hips
>I was just pretending
>DRAGON UPPERCUT
>She’s in the air
>She’s on the floor
>I win.
>I walk in victory to the living room
>The girls follow me
>Blondie has her hands on her hips in characteristic “You have some splainin to do mister” style
>Birthday and Homely mimic her in seconds.
>I try to avoid them and sit on the couch
>Homely stops me
>”Oh no you aint goin nowhere”
>She even matches this with her hand going in that “Z” motion and snapping her finger at every corner
>They surround me
>Birthday places her hand on my chest for a tantalizing second before shoving me down onto the armchair.
>They’re all towering over me, hands on hips.
>I’m being glared at from all directions.
>This is when i realize all of the women were black.
>And Blue with jealousy
>[spoiler] Back in 2005, black culture was pretty cool-ish among white kids
>It was ever present in media, and of course you just kinda picked up silly things and did them sometimes
>This isn’t racist, fuck you, it was fun
>white culture is never cool anyway ): [/spoiler]
>They were demanding answers though
>Glasses shows up as well, she just plops down on the right arm of the chair and accompanies the staring contest.
>I’m considering staring back, but picking one girl to look at might give away hints i can’t afford to be giving.
>I’m trying to think ways out of this, i already laid most of my webbing before i started kissing.
>I guess i have an escape route or two
>I test one of the webs
>”Well, I just thought that the girl would know is all.”
>Expressions soften all around, i’ve now got four sets of cute puppy/kitty cat eyes glimmering at me.
>God damn adorable, i’ve got this
>They’ll all shut up and think its themselves.
>I continue
>”I tried to make the kiss between us Special…”
>All the kisses were “Special”
>I had kissed all the girls differently, even if they compared they could argue about it for hours.
>This plan was flawless, i just had to walk away.
>a soft voice breaks out over all the others.
>”I knew it was me”
>NO
>YOU IDIOT
>BLONDIE YOU FUCKING IDIOT
>ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS NOT SAY ANYTHING
>She’s got a smirk on the size of kansas though
>She knows exactly what she’s done
>She’s killed me
>Her mission was complete
>This is it folks, my dismembered limbs are carried in a parade through the city.
>My head on a golden plate
>The girls break into TURBO BICKERING
>”He liked ME the most” – Homely
>I’m trying to sneak away
>”No of course he DIDN’T, i had Butterflies in my stomach when he kissed me!” – Blondie
>I’ve gotten on my hands and knees, i’ve started scaling the left arm of the chair
>”Well he groped my breasts, he didn’t do that to you did he?” – Birthday
>I’m halfway to freedom when i feel a hand in the waistband of my pants
>”HE WHAT” -Blondie and Homely together
>I turn back and look
>Its glasses, she’s got a brimming evil smile on again.
>She does enjoy seeing me suffer
>”Yeah, i was grinding against him like the entireee time.” – Birthday
>She’s got her hand firmly down the back of my sweatpants though, i’m not escaping.
>”Well i didn’t have a shirt on, his chest was fully pressed against mine” -Blondie
>She’s like squirming with glee at this statement
>I guess it was really good for her.
>”And his hands were all over my stomach, it was so hot!” – Blondie
>Her voice is like a flittering songbird singing out to a mate.
>I don’t know how she does that, but her excited voice is something to behold.
>Well it was excited until Birthday points out that Glasses got the same treatment.
>”She’s right, but i didn’t tickle glasses”
>I don’t say this though
>That would be really stupid.
>But i was really confused when everyone was looking at me
>OH NO THAT WAS IN QUOTATION MARKS WASN’T IT
>im so sorry past self ):
>Nobody is talking
>Everyone is looking at me
>Blondie’s not looking at me though
>She’s looking through me and saluting the american flag with her freedom face on.
>Head held high, right hand over her breast.
>She knows she’s temporarily won the war.
>”I guess shirtless kisses really are better huh?”
>Birthday says this with a defeated sound in her voice
>I actually felt a little bad
>I did get quite a bit more actual skin contact with Blondie and Glasses than i did her.
>Although i would have probably exploded in my pants if she had been able to get any more physical with that kiss.
>Homely suggests Herself/Birthday get a Re-Do with shirts off.
>This sounds like a great plan at first
>I’m nodding on the inside.
>Wait a second
>My eyes narrow
>I realize its a clever homely trap
>She’s the only girl that’s not wearing a bra
>I would have to kiss her topless
>I contemplate asking glasses if i can borrow her bra
>[spoiler]To wear myself as protection.[/spoiler]
>then i realize there’s just a better plan
>I relax back into my seat
>Glasses doesn’t remove her hand though
>Its still down the back of my pants -.-
>I shift over and whisper into glasses’ ear
>”Homely doesn’t have a bra on, would be… unfair”
>Her hand is probably very visible down the back of my pants
>I don’t want to look at all the women but i can feel the heat of eye lasers.
>Glasses doesn’t say anything, she just gets up and removes her hand.
>She roams over around the group of people and scoops up homely’s arm and leads her away
>Phew
>Safety assured
>I inform birthday she’s going to need to calm her tits
>I get the statement out just in time because she’s trying to undress right there
>She’s dying to kiss me with her shirt off
>Blondie has a sadder look on her face than she did earlier
>”But… it’s not fair if they get to kiss again”
>Daww blondie wants another kiss too
>I’m sure glasses would feel left out if she didn’t get a kiss too.
>I’m not actually sure how i want to handle this.
>On one hand i want all the girls shirtless
>y… yeah even homely a tiny bit
>[spoiler] don’t hate me[/spoiler]
>On the other hand i know that kissing them isn’t going to actually help at all
>It might seem fair on the outside but they will just harshly judge every single move i make
>I would have to kiss all of them the exact same.
>I don’t know if i could even do that, or resist not making each one different.
>I would have to tie myself up or somethi…
>*sigh*
>Well it’ll work i guess
>But fuck tying myself up
>I would be dead in mere seconds
>I inform Blondie and Birthday of my plan.
>Blondie hates it
>Birthday is grinning evilly
>I guess that means its a good plan
>we’re waiting for Glasses and Homely to come back
>Blondie complains to me the entire time
>She really hates the plan
>This is really cute
>Glasses and Homely return
>The prodigal sons from another land
>Homely looks pretty proud of herself
>I would be worried but i’m still mulling over my plan in my head
>It pretty much backfires if even one girl disagrees
>Plus it would ruin the mood if that happens
>I’m trying to revise the rules in my head so that i wont end up hated by everyone.
>Birthday doesn’t give me a chance
>”He’s decided we’re going to kiss him”
>t… thanks Birthday
>”We’re going to hold his arms behind him too!”
>Wait a second birthday i was going to just hold my arms behi
>”Ooh, that means we can do whatever we want huh?” – Glasses
>It’s like she knows just what to say to egg the group on every time.
>Everyone’s swooning, even me
>I don’t know if i want to deal with this
>I guess it’s not THAT bad
>The girls establish a timing system and everything with me just sitting there pondering the glorious events that were about to unfold.
>Alright girls, lay it on me, how many minutes
>”Three minutes each”
>Eep that’s double the time i spent with each of them before
>”No hands under clothes, anything else is fair game”
>Oh man this is a dream come true
>Picture perfect anime events unfolding
>I’m so ready for this
>Beyond so ready for this
>My mind is racing as i examine each of the women
>I know birthday is probably going to dry hump me to death, but Glasses and Blondie are complete Mysteries
>And homely… well i can close my eyes and pretend it’s someone else i guess.
>Speaking of homely
>”Aren’t we forgetting something?”
>She reminds us that the shirtless part of the kissing game was still a thing.
>Ohmanohman everyone’s gonna be in bra’s
>I’m sitting up in my chair
>Probably wagging my tail and i have my tongue hanging out like a dog.
>Birthday catches my eyes
>Gives me a little wink
>She starts first
>She doesn’t just undress, she kneels down and is on her knees at the base of the chair
>This puts her more or less at the same height as me eye-wise
>Eye contact
>It doesn’t break, i don’t even look downwards as she lowers her arms and raises her shirt up
>The eye contact breaks as the shirt passes her head
>I look down
>Glorious golden-bra encased breasts.
>Always good
>She gives her upper torso a firm jiggle back and forth for my amusement before standing back up.
>Awesome.
>Homely up next
>Glasses gives me a wink this time
>what the fuck
>I don’t understand, but homely steps infront of the chair
>All the girls are obviously curious as to what she’s wearing
>Homely doesn’t want to pull off her shirt directly though
>I guess she’s embarrassed
>She turns her back to me
>I watch as she pulls up the front of her shirt, nothing is visible but she seems to pause when it’s above her breasts
>I can see fabric encasing them, so i might be safe.
>The girls however are giving out Gasps and “Oohs”
>I’m a tad worried.
>She turns around
>She’s wearing a lacy brassiere, something you would see in a pin up magazine
>It looks hilarious
>I haven’t seen one of those ever in real life before
>It must have been Birthday’s moms or something.
>I laugh
>I manage to hold most of it in though, i just get off a ha or two.
>WRONG MOVE
>Homely has the shirt down over her chest in a flash.
>She just yells out “JERK” and stomps away
>The other girls are just staring at me
>They’re angry
>I’ve fucked up
>I’ve really fucked up
>I’ve got to run
>I just had a girl take off her shirt to show me something she thought was “Sexy” and i laughed
>Oh god anons never ever ever laugh at things attached to females.
>Never ever ever
>I’m off the side of the armchair in a flash
>Glasses can’t even grab at me this time
>I hit the ground flat and start trying to roll away.
>They can smell my fear
>What was once a disorganized group of females fighting between one another
>Is now an organized pack hunting machine
>They’re flocking like a murderous murder of murdering crows.
>I’m tactically rolling away
>One of them gets my leg
>I’m clawing at the carpet
>the last thing i see is blondie coming at me with a pillow.
>I knew it would end this way…
>Well that’s the last thing i see before i kick off whoever has my leg and bolt out of there.
>Back around the corner
>Through the Kitchen
>Bathroom again
>Lock the door
>They’re banging on it again
>Probably two battering rams
>Time traveling anons pls send help
>Well actually don’t
>I yell out past the door
>”QUIET DOWN, I’M TAKIN A PISS”
>They don’t quiet down.
>Pls don’t send help though, it’d be embarrassing
>I finish up, wash my hands, ect.
>unlock the door and walk out again
>I get battered with various pillows and punched in the arms a couple of times.
>Homely is back, with her shirt on and an obvious hurt look on her face.
>She doesn’t seem to be emotionally traumatized though
>My experiences in dealing with raven seem to be non-indicative of what actual girls think.
>She’s not giving me a chance to recover though, she personally punches me hard in the shoulder
>I take it like a man
>Which means i wince and grab it with my other arm because it actually hurt.
>I don’t ever understand why we grab things that hurt, but i did.
>She’s not too mad though, i should probably be worried
>Homely walks up to me
>I back up
>She follows
>She’s got some look on her face i can’t read at all
>It’s probably because i spend absolutely no time reading her face
>She’s actually forcing me against the wall again now
>Her clothed breasts are pressing against me and i realize she’s back to not wearing any bra at all.
>They’re lovely and soft though
>I can feel them change shape as she presses harder and harder against me.
>She makes like she’s going to kiss me
>She brings her face actual inches in front of mine
>Her eyes are sultry, like she’s been craving a delicious piece of cake all day and she’s going to bite into it.
>Her lips are full, soft… round
>They’re so tantalizing
>Would you blame me if i tried to lean forward right now and connect?
>Well i do try
>Except she’s got her hands on my shoulders
>I can’t move
>i’ve been tricked
>This movement on my end seems to be exaclty what she was waiting for
>She breaks off her advance
>Moves back
>Her eyes break contact when she gets a foot away from me
>She almost instantly turns around and squeals “You see!”
>”I told you it was me!”
>Hey wait a second that’s not how it wor-
>”Plus he likes these better like this”
>She’s got both her hands on her breasts and jiggling them up and down individually
>The other girls are looking on in shame
>Blondie looks like she’s taking it the worst
>Glasses knows this is probably her fault.
>It is her fault so fuck her for the time being
>Stupid sexy homely
>Birthday is actually looking worried
>Homely infringing upon her territory
>Again
>I guess homely saw birthday as the main threat in competition.
>She was trying to do the birthday thing and go full aggressive.
>This makes sense why they’ve been directly competing this entire time
>Homely’s not playing this straight though
>She backs up
>Wiggles her upper torso and exclaims
>”Well maybe you’d like them better like this!”
>In one sweeping motion she’s got her shirt over her head.
>Oh lord
>They’re definitely Ds
>Both of them aren’t very firm, but not droopy either.
>Just well rounded with a little bit of hang
>My male brain has the instant desire to “support” them.
>The center of each has good half-dollar sized circles of red flesh, topped with a lovely nipple.
>I’m now in full automatic
>Male brain kicking in
>I’m not thinking straight at all, i mean…
>tits
>She’s still got her plan in motion though
>She’s close to me again
>She’s actually up against me
>I can feel both of her breasts pressing against me
>[spoiler]Breasts when they press against you end up all over the place, it’s really not symmetrical[/spoiler]
>Her nipples are just the tiniest bit hard
>It’s really not hard to tell where they’re pressing against me
>She’s back at kissing distance
>One tantalizing second, i look up from her lips at her eyes.
>And she’s off of me
>No kiss
> ):
>Wait a second did i actually want homely to kiss me
>I’m so confused
>my Boner is so confused
>Multiple other body parts are confused as well
>My hands are still hovering where i would be holding her
>My crotch is still leaning forward slightly anticipating the kiss
>I’m still making kissing lips
>She’s not though
>She’s facing me from across the hallway and has nothing but a look of contempt on her face
>”What, you wanted a kiss? Too bad. J-E-R-K”
>She enunciates every syllable with a scowl
>With that she turns away, taking her breasts with her and waltzes down the hallway whistling and swinging her top in one hand.
>Holyshitpaybacklikeasackofbrickstotheface
>Homely wins this round
>I’m still standing there
>Dumb as balls expression on my face
>Blondie is first to act, she walks up and Slaps me
>It’s not really a slap though, she like takes her hand and brings it up against my right cheek, hits it rather softly.
>”Idiot”, she whispers as she draws her hand across the front of my face and walks down the hallway
>Glasses is generally amused, i get a curt “You deserved it” as she walks off in the same direction as blondie.
>I resist the urge to yell “FUCK YOU TOO GLASSES” down the hallway.
>Birthday is still standing there with her eyes turned downcast
>I’m about to ask what’s wrong right as she looks up at me
>There’s a look of rabid determination in her eyes
>each muscle around her eyes are scrunched up
>her mouth is prim and an absolute straight line.
>I’m formulating apologies in my head
>I’ve hurt her badly, or she’s got my murder planned
>Is she jealous
>Is she angry
>I can’t tell
>I don’t need to tell
>I see her bite her lip for just a second.
>She’s suddenly in the air
>She tackles me against the wall
>I don’t hit my head somehow
>I realize she’s put her hand behind my head so it hits the wall and softens the blow to not hurt
>I’m going to have to remember that trick for later
>But my learning is interrupted by her hot lips upon mine
>No foreplay, all tongue
>Same flavor as before, but lighter
>I’m not complaining
>She’s trying her hardest to press me against the wall as much as possible
>She has one arm behind my lower back, and another behind my head
>She’s got both of her breasts pressed against me
>Actually so much pressure they’re spilling upwards out of her bra.
>I realize my hands are still outstretched in the “Trying to kiss homely” Position.
>I rectify that and place them on her back
>The warm, bare flesh of her lower back.
>She seems to have other plans though
>She pulls back
>And shoves me through the bathroom door backwards
>I manage four surprised steps backwards before i stumble and land on my behind
>It’s far enough though, she’s in the bathroom with me
>the door is closed
>the door is locked
>She gives me a sultry smile
>”That’s better”
>Those words are purred like a content lioness.
>Her hands reach behind her
>I can tell what she’s doing
>It’s obvious what she’s doing
>But i’m still looking at her face
>something’s wrong
>It’s her eyes
>She’s purring like a lioness, but her eyes
>They’re saying nothing of the sort
>They’re like a lost little kitten
>They’re screaming “Accept me”
>Her hands finish, the Bra goes slack.
>I watch in slow-motion as she hunches her shoulders forwards and the entire thing just slides off.
>Her words and actions scream confidence.
>But she’s still holding the Bra in both hands where it fell
>It’s almost defensive
>Her body language screams embarrassment, with the tiniest bit of fear
>I think she’s scared i’ll reject her
>Valid fears for anyone in that situation i guess.
>I’m still on my butt on the ground looking up.
>There’s tits
>I’m looking
>Smaller than homely’s, Large Cs
>Her areola and nipples are smaller too, just enough to notice a difference.
>But instead of red, they’re light pink.
>She’s absolutely ravishing, i’m not sure where to look because the entire package is so enticing.
>She’s standing with her arms still held forward and together by holding the bra, one leg slightly ahead of the other under her long skirt.
>To top it off the expression in her eyes has leaked slightly and her face is backing it up.
>The position itself is rival to some of the best modeling you’ll ever see. The emotions passing it far beyond anything comparable.
>I don’t get to stare very long though
>She takes a step forward, and blurts out
>”Tell me i’m better!”
>It’s definitely not confident, its like a desperate plea
>I’m of course more than happy to blurt out
>”Yes you’re be-”
>But i’m interrupted by being pounced again and kissed
>I’m not knocked backwards though
>She lightly forces more and more of her weight against me until i slowly reel backwards and lie down
>I’ve got her full chest against mine
>and her Nipples were VERY hard.
>Almost painful hard
>But psychologically the feel of nipples pressing against you is awesome.
>I didn’t get any victory music though,
>I’m too busy being kissed
>She’s got me pinned against the floor
>One of her legs is snaked around mine
>That feels god damn amazing by the way.
>I can’t move
>I don’t want to move
>Well i guess i can move my hands
>I take advantage of his and wrap one around and place it on her lower back
>But i have TWO hands
>I take the chance and place my other right on her right buttcheek
>She doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does she doesn’t care
>Hell yeah
>She’s moving her entire body against me
>She’s got one of her legs folded up underneath her
>This puts her knee right against my crotch.
>Not in a painful way though, it’s like its there just to provide the right amount of pressure and friction
>Her breasts are rubbing up and down ever so slightly every time she applies pressure with her knee.
>Her kiss is involving our entire faces now
>We have our mouths wide open, chasing down one another like we’re trying to eat the other participant
>Each time we catch the other, it just ends in a stalemate as we go back to tongue play.
>I’m not sure this is how kisses work, huge slobbery messes, but it’s actually pretty fucking fun.
>I take a chance between kisses and slip my other hand under her skirt.
>It ends up on her left panty-clad butcheek
>Its much hotter under the skirt, and her panties are made out of some soft silky material
>This just kind of slides around in my hands and i don’t have a firm purchase, but it’s amazing nonetheless.
>[spoiler]I don’t know if you’ve ever touched women’s underwear, but somehow its like seventy times nicer than men’s in terms of fabric quality
>It’s got to be something to do with how thin the material usually is[/spoiler]
>I’ve got my other hand slowly working under her skirt as well, but its slow progress because i have to stop it wherever it is and hold her tightly every time we play the chasing game.
>The hand starts on her bare lower back.
>Pauses temporarily on the mountains of her upper tushie.
>Enjoys an afternoon stroll across her clothed upper thigh.
>Uses the skirt as a shade from the hot summer sun on her lower thigh.
>Eventually Monsieur hand makes his way to the bare upper thigh
>He’s on tiptoes now, sneaking ever closer to his goal.
>He’s on edge, he knows he might be caught any moment.
>With relish he reaches ze goal he’s been traveling for.
>With one movement i clasp my hand softly over the entire crevice of her pantied crotch.
>From her butt, to where my fingers are pressing lightly right below her lower navel.
>She freezes
>an odd look on her face as she sits up slightly.
>She doesn’t remove my hand though
>Her legs squish together as she changes position and i find myself happily stuck here, one hand on her behind, one right between her hinds.
>The only real sensation i can feel is heat emanating off of where Mr. righty is visiting.
>Birthday finally speaks
>”So…?”
>So what i’m thinking in my head
>i’m not sure this is what i should be saying right then though
>My brain wasn’t exactly working at full steam
>Or half steam
>Or any steam
>It might have been empty
>It must have been empty because i simply repeat “So…” and look at her questioningly.
>Her confidence is back, she doesn’t look as fragile anymore, but i know it’s probably all there if i poked the wrong spot.
>”So… am i better?”
>Holy shit that’s what this was about wasn’t it
>I completely forgot
>Of course you’re fucking better woman, i would have just told you if you asked me
>Not that i mind how you asked of course
>In retrospect this would have probably been the proper response
>Instead i try to be suave and “cool”
>yeah, im cringing too.
>”You had to ask?” Was my ill thought out response.
>To make it worse i punctuated it with a wiggle of my fingers right where she could feel them.
>this seemed like a good idea at the time
>Her funny look doesn’t stop
>It doesn’t change to hurt, or sadness, or happiness
>It’s just kind of confused.
>I can almost see her changing slowly from “Loved” to “Unwanted” in her eyes
>My brain isn’t working correctly because she’s still got her knee pressing firmly against my hardness
>But i can tell she’s not liking the answer
>I dimly realize i probably just made it about sex and not her
>I had given the equivalent to the after-romp question of “Was it as good for you as it was me?”
>Don’t ever do that anons.
>I rack my mind and just blurt out an answer i think will smooth it over.
>”Yes”
>That does it, her entire posture softens
>Her upper body relaxes, her chest sinks an entire inch and brings her beautiful breasts along with it.
>Her eyes are back to smiling
>i retreat to my older thoughts of “I would have just fucking told you woman”
>I say some of these words
>Looks like i’m not fucked
>I’m just looking at her expectantly
>I’m pretty sure i had a pleading look all over my face.
>Please insert another coin to continue
>pls
>She repositions her knee, it’s no longer pressing firmly against me, instead its on the other side of my leg
>This opens up her crotch, and lets my hand breathe again.
>She’s just kneeling above me topless.
>Both of her legs straddling me
>Both of my hands under her skirt, one on her left buttcheek, one placed flatly across her panty-covered most private place.
>She’s not moving
>She’s got a kind of quizzical smiling face on, like she’s deciding if she wants to do something or not.
>I take the chance, might as well
>I take the hand i have on her crotch and place a firm amount of pressure with my middle finger right into her pubic bone.
>I just watch her face, as i slide it down, inch by inch across her panties.
>Where her slit starts…
>She’s got a look of focus on her face as if she’s concentrating on something.
>Halfway down
>She strains a tiny amount and bites her lower lip.
>Bottom of the curve
>No movement in her face
>still the same focused concentration.
>I round out the last bit with the lightest caress of what i could only assume was her rear, before i moved my hand to the back of her thigh.
>Her look softens, then hardens again.
>She seems to have made a decision.
>”Thanks for picking me”
>She leans over and picks up the bra where she left it and begins putting it back on.
>Million things going through my head
>She definitely thinks that she is for-sure the one i picked during the kissing game.
>I mean the whole point was to give everyone enough clues to think it was them
>But now she REALLY thinks it was her.
>I’m not sure where my opinions lie on this
>She’s got her bra back on though, hidden the precious things from sight while i was thinking about what she just said.
>Still have my hands on her glorious ass though
>Aint taking this away from me
>She stands up
>She’s taken this away from me
>I see a hand hovering in my vision
>Oh i guess i should take this
>I’m hauled to my feet
>Still have a boner of a million armies
>I’m not stopping here
>Fuck that
>I wrap my arms around her, pinning one of her arms to her side and the other between me and her.
>I lean in for a kiss
>I close my eyes
>I meet her finger
>I open my eyes
>A single finger separating my lips from meeting hers.
>She’s giving me another quizzical look, but its softer and it’s almost saying “I’m sorry”
>I have absolutely no clue what she’s thinking but i was just kiss-blocked by her finger
>She lets loose a whisper
>”Not now…”
>Her breath is hot and cascades across the features of my face
>It feels lovely
>But
> ):
>I let go
>She backs up and straightens up
>She points at the sink
>We’re both kinda covered with slobber i guess
>It’s not a very cheery time, we both kind of just solemnly clean ourselves up and wipe away any traces of what happened here.
>Its much easier since we don’t have shirts on
>We finish cleaning up and i get another sad apologetic look from her
>I don’t know what i could have possibly done to deserve that look
>It must be something she doesn’t want to tell me
>Maybe she’s afraid of being caught by everyone else, or something else simpler.
>Caught
>Oh right we should probably not exit the bathroom together
>I offer to go first and just duck into the guest room and wait out her reintroducing herself to the crowd for a while.
>I do just that
>I close the door behind me
>The room is a darker and much quieter stark contrast to the rest of the house
>I guess the girls were back in the living room playing video games from what it sounded like.
>I turn away from the door and glance over at raven
>she’s somehow shoved all the pillows all over the place and is lying on her back.
>I remember this is a bad thing
>I walk over and sit on the bed
>half of her torso is sticking out and it looks like she’s half tangled in the blankets
>I think one of her feet is even hanging off the edge under the covers
>She seems to be sleeping happily unaware of this though
>Silly girl
>I slightly chuckle to myself comparing her chest to the two i had just had shoved in my face.
>Still, small has its merits, and i shove this thought from my mind as i roll her over.
>little bit of repositioning later, i’ve got her back on her side and wrapped up properly.
>Even got her arms around that hugging pillow, her chin resting on the corner of it softly.
>She has no clue, but she’s winning major cuteness points in her sleep
>fokin adorabul
>I hear the door click though and i’m brought quickly out of my dawwing
>I turn around to find glasses closing the door behind her
>She turns around and seems completely surprised to see me.
>I mumble something like “she was just sprawled, i put her back on her side”
>She doesn’t seem to say anything, she just gives a kind of half-nod.
>I guess that was a good enough excuse to have been gone for all this time and found in the room with an unconscious half-naked girl in it.
>I hoped glasses trusted me at that point, i sure felt like she did.
>She turns towards the door and starts to leave
>I stop her
>”Glasses” This is just her full name
>”Are you mad at me?… from earlier?”
>She doesn’t turn around
>We’re both just standing there silently for a bit
>longer than a bit, it’s maybe 20 seconds, neither of us saying anything.
>Eventually she turns around
>She turns with one leg, the other just remains stationary
>It’s more of a pivot
>She’s smiling though
>The light is kinda bad, but from the distance i think i see a wet spot between her nose and her cheek.
>I wonder if she was crying, but i’m interrupted by her chosen statement.
>”No”
>This is just a harsh flat word in my ears
>I’m crestfallen
>I know that she means way more than she’s saying
>I’m mulling this over, what her real opinions are on the subject for about a third of a second before she continues
>”Because you chose to kiss me first”.
Sleepover Update #9 : April 11-12th
Storybro's Magically Lewd 