Update #37 : August 17th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/13062766

Recap:

>Raven’s not mad
>Dreaming of pancakes
>Pancakes for breakfast
>Blondie and Raven awayyyy!
>Kicked by the freckly chick
>plus a lil o-dat-white-booty
>rolling to safety
>Pet shark
>How i lost my index finger
>How freckles lost her pointer, and “he owes me four times!”
>Cherry jello, the jiggliest of them all
>True facts about being a jerk
>But i’ll be nice
>Teasing the lesbian with nicks and peeks of delicious amazon fruit
>Also the ol lickeroo
>Soap flavored, go figure
>Forgot to use my hands
>All goes tumbling down
>Thud, and an underwater unconcious girl, a screaming redhead, a blinded me
>An all too familiar situation nowdays
>All that room for the matriarchy and none for being useful
>Glasses to the rescue

>Glasses ignores me and my request to make freckles less of a worthless human being
>I really wish she hadn’t
>But seeing that i have my arm around gadget and under her arms to keep her seated beside me, she realizes i’ve got it from here
>Gets up, gets out her first aid kid and goes to treat the redhead with the booboo wailing in the corner.
>Gadget’s not in very good shape, no matter how i look at it.
>Firstly she’s sitting down like i am, and i can see in perfect detail all the bruises, blotches and scabs from her knees down.
>I feel like an idiot for ignoring them when she stepped out of the tub, i was too enamoured with thighs and above.
>The worst part is i can compare
>And she definitely had em worse,
>mine were long crisscrossing scrapes and scabs,
>But on her…i could see huge black and blue bruises, darker splotches of skin with yellowing tinges on the rims where someone had obviously kneeled on her legs against the gravel.
>You know how bruises are, they show up a couple days later.
>There was no feeling
>I was shit
>She wore long pants all the time
>She was just hiding it from everyone and smiling on the outside, hiding winces when she sat down or crossed her legs.
>):
>Failure of a human being for myself status confirmed, i’m still inspecting the damage
>Gadget herself, she’s… not really conscious
>It’s kind of a half awake half asleep thing, like she’s trying to nap on my shoulder
>and there’s blood dripping down her cheek from where she’s leaning on me.
>OF COURSE
>OF COURSE SHE’S BLEEDING

>I push her up, sit her head up straight and try to inspect the damage
>It’s all over her cheek in a smear ,and i’m fumbling through wet hair to try to find where the bump is she’s bleeding from
>But it’s just not sticky
>Not really bloody wet
>and there’s none dripping
>see, that makes no sense
>Fuck gadget you make no sense at all, where are you bleeding fro
>Oh
>My shoulder is covered in blood too
>My duct tape impromptu bandage is missing and i must have retorn open my pencil wound with the frantic searching in the tub
>literally just a flesh wound
>Give no shits about it right now
>Because gadget is indeed trying to sleep on my shoulder
>Not even jolting when i give her a really firm squeeze on her ribs
>Even a really really firm squeeze, dig my nails in and everything.
>All i know is that a getting a concussion and then going to sleep is like SUPER bad for you.

>So i do my best to stand her up, get her to her feet maybe
>She’s not very stable, wobbly legs easily
>I have to support most of her weight, and she clasps me firmly for the rest, arms around my back and head resting on my chest.
>Not good in my mind
>So give her an ayup and lift her off her feet slightly
>Set her back down, take one of her hands away from my shoulder and wrap another around her waist
>Give her a tiny bit of support, but force her to stand on her own.
>She tumbles, falls slightly
>But i can hold up enough of the weight with one arm to give her a chance to steady her wobbly knees and stand
>It’s just not very reassuring, those legs
>I think she’s really hurt
>I’m terrified that i’ve really hurt her
>I don’t know what symptoms to watch out for, or if she’s really hurt or just needs to be on her feet for a bit
>I tug her along
>a shuffle really, hand on her waist
>A dance almost

>Two step
>Half step
>Foxtrot
>One arm around her waist, one holding hers in the air
>A beautiful slow dance with a naked girl clinging to my arms
>Romantic really, as seems to be most of my life
>But always that catch, her fading in and out of woozy consciousness
>Clinging me to support, and not comfort.
>As awkward as i’m sure we looked, the two others in the bathroom were silent
>Watching
>Until the girl in my arms lost her footing once more
>Knees gave out and she came tumbling into me, a me that wasn’t ready for the full 90-100 pound weight of girl.
>I start falling, slipping on the oceans of puddles on the wet floor
>No footing
>Falling, towards what i’m sure is justice, hit my head on something either sink or toilet as i go, just at a terrible angle.
>Serves me right is the last thing i think

>But you know, it didn’t go as badly as i expected
>I forgot who was behind me
>Glasses
>Our savior, to her feet and caught me before i fell
>Caught us both
>Arm around MY waist, supporting
>I was surprised, i shouldn’t have been but i was
>Beating myself up already about this entire thing
>It’s more of a cry from my lips than a sentence, but i get it across
>”i… i can’t keep her awake”
>A resignation from myself that indeed, she’s not OK
>Gadget with her eyes squeezed closed
>Glasses takes her from me
>A shake
>Rough, vigorous, the poor girl’s head flopping back and forth
>Still sleeping
>Then a hit
>A long hard thwacking smacking slap across her cheek
>Along with a “WAKE UP” shouted in her ear.
>Not her head, that would be dumb
>A swat really, full hand contact on one of her bare buttocks

>Miss asleep left her title behind
>Jolted her eyes wide open with a Yelp
>A swift pace of her eyes back and forth, glasses to me
>Picked me
>And a grasping hug came with it
>Back into pressing her face into my chest, smearing her cheek and hair with blood once again
>She’s awake though
>Slap on the butt folks, works wonders
>I try to make sure she’s cognizant, at least to an acceptable degree
>”Gadget, do you feel alright?”
>She just gives a mumbled “mmmhmmmm” into my skin
>Then whispers that she’s fine
>Asks if we can just leave her alone so she can close her eyes
>Aka
>Wrong answer
>She’s got her eyes closed again too
>So Glasses and i share that look
>That one look that everyone knows, when you realize things need to be acted upon and there’s no escaping it.
>We share it
>Eye contact for just a moment
>Then she turns away
>”Freckles, get Gadget clothes, we’re going to the hospital”
>and not that i was counting or anything
>But the redheaded bitch sat there for three seconds before asking “what?”
>not that i was counting or anything
>but approximately 100 nanoseconds later, glasses yelled at her so hard to fucking do it that she was up and out the door.

>The next bits were hazy
>I mean they went by quick
>Hauled gadget up and dragged her into the main room
>Freckles had some panties and shorts she dug out of her own bag, and some shirt that was baggy and a size too big
>I grabbed something for myself too, pants and a shirt
>Shoved everything i could remember in my pocket, and half carried half dragged gadget out the door
>More carried
>The parking lot was just a mess of moving people
>I opened the door, somehow got gadget in, somehow got her lying down and head in my lap
>She was drifting in and out of being awake
>Every time she closed her eyes
>I pinched her cheek
>Harder
>Softer, depending on how frequently i had to do it
>But she always made a sound, mumbled something awake and swatted at me
>Which i felt was a good thing
>Freckles was in too, traumatized and pulling a blondie
>But she was leaning over us and watching, so maybe she wasn’t completely useless
>Glasses started up the car and drove half a block, found the other two walking back

>Blondie with a stack of styrofoam boxes to her chin
>Raven frantically waving us down until we pulled over.
>Frantic questions when it’s revealed where we’re going
>”Ohmygodwhathappened!?” -Blondie
>”he didn’t did he, i swear if he hurt her…” – Raven
>”I’msosorry whydidileave” – Blondie again
>I ignored them
>But they tumbled in too, pancakes thrown into the back seat and forgotten
>They helped
>Even if it was by not wearing seatbelts and crawling all over everyone with hands legs and limbs everywhere trying to make sure gadget was alright
>Well
>Blondie did, mostly
>But raven caught the splotch of blood on Gadget’s cheeks that we hadn’t cleaned off, and quickly connected it to the splotch of blood slowly staining my shirt
>She fretted over me
>Not very gently
>But she did get a loose cloth and start cleaning it off of gadget, and then wiping it up where it was dripping down my arm
>Glasses told her to stop though
>”They would get to us quicker if we were covered in blood”

>Not that we needed anymore
>My shirt was a mess enough, even if i wasn’t the one who needed to see a doctor
>I don’t know how glasses knew where to go
>Where a hospital even was
>Maybe she saw signs, or looked it up before the trip just incase
>I wouldn’t put it past her to have memorized all the emergency locations along the way, just because that’s the way she planned everything. Backups and backups for those backups.
>Blondie later told me she thought we drove by it on the way to the hotel, and that was a good enough answer for me.
>But i wouldn’t put past her.
>Parking lot, freckles took over driving. Raven and i carried Gadget in
>People pointing us every which way
>We ended up in some waiting room, with groups of other people who looked twice as bad off, or like they didn’t even belong there.
>Glasses negotiated everything
>Paperwork, she gave them some card or something
>Thank god
>I would have been useless, it would have taken us twice as long just to get in.
>I did my job, best i could, just held gadget, sat next to her, wrapped my arm around her and tickled
>Every time she tried to sleep i woke her up with giggles
>Not that she was even fully awake
>Not that everyone in the waiting room was giving us looks as if we were some romantic couple on a date to the ER
>Every giggle, i swear i made everyone slightly sicker
>Fuck you, she’s got to stay awake, and pinches are going to get you just as mad.
>One man kept coughing
>Looking in our general direction with disdain
>The other girls were wonderful though, freckles, blondie and raven
>They just glared at him back until he stopped

>We sat there for an hour, a full fucking hour
>Not that the United states healthcare system is a crumbling mess that’s put to shame by fourth world countries.
>Because it is
>oh wait yes that’s the entire fucking reason
>You know, me holding a shivering half concious girl with a probable intracerebral hemorrhage or cerebral edema
>Pretty sure you know, brain swelling, bleeding, serious concussion.
>Really not a good thing
>Then finally, who knows how many minutes after Raven yelled at the nurse at the front desk (like she could do anything) or i angrily watched the clock tick by.
>Then finally a doctor who had an expression of complete uncaring showed up
>The nurse pointed at us, called some names and told us “We couldn’t go in because we weren’t guardians ” or something, as the doctor puts her in a wheelchair and starts to roll her away
>Fuck that
>I tell the girl that she’s gotta let me in because it’s my fault and i’ve been keeping an eye on her this entire time to make sure she doesn’t fall asleep.
>Blah blah blah
>Thirty second sob story
>She doesn’t care, she just nods towards the nurse like “Deal with her, not me”
>Nurse says i have to be a guardian or some shit
>So i just tell her i’m her guardian right now because she’s out of it, and follow the doctor in
>Who doesn’t care
>the nurse is throwing some kind of fit and going to call security, but i think i hear glasses step in and tell her i’m her spouse or something.
>Lovely

>The doctor literally gave zero shits
>I guess they just don’t care
>She told us to follow her, and i wheeled gadget down some hallways and into an exam room
>Said it was easier that i came anyway
>Asked me a ton of questions
>Age, weight, how long ago it occurred
>How it happened
>I just explain that she slipped in the bathtub and hit her head
>The fuck else was i supposed to say
>The doctor just looks at her, then me, nods and checks something off in her little clipboard
>Then the whole checkup
>She does eyes first, gets out the tools and checks whatever it is doctors check
>Lots of notes on her clipboard
>She notes that her skull isn’t fractured, which is good
>I hope
>And then supposedly it’s off for a catscan to make sure she’s not bleeding on the inside of her skull or anything.
>Fun ):

>That’s another thirty fucking minutes
>I have to sit outside and just wait
>Then the technicians leave and they can’t tell me anything because woawoh they aren’t allowed to “Interpret” the charts
>Thats ten more minutes for the doctor to come back
>During which the technicians just vanished and it was my job to help her back into the wheelchair
>Fuck you can’t even begin to imagine how much i was hating this hospital
>Or how much anyone who must go to these hospitals must hate them.
>She was conscious now though
>I had to pinch every once in a while, but she managed to keep her eyes open mostly
>And chastise me with a “Stop pinching! I’m awake… i’m awake!”
>That in my mind was good
>Pretty sure the awful smell in this place, of disinfectants and cleansers was curing her
>Could hope right?

>Who knows how long it is, before the doctor comes back and has the charts
>Doesn’t even tell me right there, makes me wheel her into a room first
>Then blah blah blah technical speak she’s required to say
>Then you know
>The magical words that i needed to hear
>No <Fancy doctor speak here>
>So no brain bleeding or any dark spots on the Catscan so there wasn’t any blood pooling
>Then she used fancy doctor speak to tell me that she might have slight brain swelling, but that it wasn’t anything to worry about and was typical in a hard singular hit and she would be fine.
>Something about how they could keep her overnight if we were really worried
>Oh and that letting her sleep was probably fine, she was just disoriented from the hit and it should subside in a couple hours.
>PHEW
>However
>She points at gadget’s legs
>”From what it looks like however, this was not a fall and was most likely domestic abuse”
>F… FUCK
>FRECKLES YOU GAVE HER SHORTS
>And then the doctor points at my shirt
>”She fought back? Is that a puncture wound?”

>….
>wait what
>I think the doctor wasn’t very surprised by my dumbfounded face
>I have no clue what she just accused me of
>But she continues
>”From the state of the girl, you seem to be either her spouse, or a close friend covering for her partner”
>I’m just staring
>Jaw might have fallen off at this point
>WHAT
>”So, as per state law, i’m required to report this. Even if no such situation occurred”
>I start to explain
>But she just holds up a hand
>”It doesn’t matter, i’m just following regulations”
>Not like she would have believed any of it anyway.
>”There will be a simple investigation by the police department, because as you understand this is a serious problem here”
>wh.. what
>She jumps topics
>”You’re bleeding quite profusely however Mr”
>She looks down at the clipboard for my name
>”Chris”
>She continues
>”I’ll have a nurse come in and stitch that up”
>Not that i’m even paying attention
>I’m just staring
>Gadget’s looking at the floor
>I think she’s asleep again
>FUCK YOU ALABAMA
>STOP BEATING YOUR WIVES

>Then she’s gone, and five minutes later (only five what the fuck) a nurse shows up
>Demands i take off my shirt, cleans the shoulder, disinfects it and injects me with something before stitching it up
>Takes no more than 10 minutes
>I joke with her about how she’s so much more efficient than doctors
>A kind of worried attempt at relief and humor
>She doesn’t laugh
>She doesn’t even respond
>Just looks at the sleeping gadget in the wheelchair with a sad kind of look
>Then shoots red hot rods of steel from her eyes at me
>Terrifying me
>Fucking hell she thinks i beat her
>All the nurses are probably gossiping about it in the background
>They think i’m some awful shithead and this nurse was just forced to stitch me up because it’s her job
>Without a word the nurse makes me feel like the shittiest man on earth
>Then leaves
>):
>I wheel gadget back out to the main room
>Four worried girls jump up and demand every detail
>Gadget’s fine i tell them, and she just needs to sleep it off (or that’s what they told me)
>The nurse is giving me the evil eye though, doubly so when i come back to retrieve my wallet.

>The chorus of happy women makes everyone REALLY mad though
>And one of the local nurses shushes us with a finger
>Not that we care
>The happy attitudes continue on quietly as we try to exit
>Unluckily for me, the doctor is back and she’s got one of the hospital police there.
>N
>noooo
>Points at me mostly, and gadget’s legs, and the officer just nods
>”Excuse me ladies, i’m going to need to take this girl for some quick questions. Her case has been lodged as domestic abuse and we’re required to get her statement.”
>That happy atmosphere
>Gone
>No more smiles
>Just stares, jaw dropping stares
>Then freckles speaks up
>”He didn’t hit her officer! I was there she slipped in the bathtub”
>And the guy just turns
>In that intimidating posture and that question that makes even the bravest of us squeak in fear
>”Right and who might you be?” as he takes out a notepad
>Freckles shrinks back like a little mouse
>”H.. her friend”
>The officer just nods absent mindedly
>”Right, and what about the legs, how did those happen?”
>Freckles stammers
>”S.. she was attacked by a gang”
>The officer just nods
>”Right and did you witness this first hand.. or?”
>Freckles says the wrong thing here
>”No he told us bu-”
>The officer cuts her off
>”Right, so he told you. I’m afraid i’m still going to have to question her. ”
>He just takes the wheelchair and starts wheeling her away
>At which point i valiantly step alongside him and inform him i’m coming with
>He just shrugs it off and tells me i can’t be there when he questions her.
>So raven pipes up and offers to come
>He says he can’t have anyone impede the questions or feed her answers and it’s just the rules.
>Fuck
>I follow them anyway

>We all do
>Even if he just makes us wait outside while he wakes up gadget and asks her questions
>Closes some thick wood door behind him as he walks into a room with two chairs and a table. Even if he shoves one of the chairs aside for the wheelchair.
>We didn’t talk outside the room
>Not even a word
>Like everyone just realized the weight of explaining this kind of thing to adults
>How it looks like we, a bunch of white kids, just brought in some comatose colored girl with severe injuries.
>I mean there’s no way to make it make sense without really explaining it all
>Too long of a story to be made up
>Plus pretty sure the state is racist in general, so i’m sure it’s not the first time.
>But i just hope for the best.
>Which isn’t ever going to happen it seems.
>It’s five minutes of time, before there’s screaming in the room.
>Gadget
>Even through the thick door i can hear it’s her, yelling something indecipherable
>Portuguese maybe
>Not that we thought about it
>I tied in speed getting to the door with glasses
>Raven and freckles close behind, always quick when women were in trouble

The reaction to the doctor asking about the puncture wound:

Update #38 : August 18th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/13081341

>The door, locked
>Of course
>Was probably the holding room for criminals here for medical attention, or something close
>That’s my train of thought as we all banged up against the door, a dogpile of sorts.
>Glasses and I crushed, just a bit
>Before they figured our yells of “IT’S LOCKED” meant we weren’t getting in, and Raven ran off in another direction entirely, down the hallway
>Myself still trying the doorknob
>Frantically, as if the harder i pulled the more likely a reinforced door was going to open, there were no windows and i hadn’t heard another sound since the initial screams.
>Mind racing
>He could have hurt her, attacked her
>Done normal american cop things, told her she was “Lying” to save someone else, or yell at her until she feels compelled to agree.
>Or she, maybe she was hurting him. We would walk in to a pool of blood.
>Gadget licking her lips, and the body nowhere to be found.
>It didn’t matter what i thought, what i imagined could be happening in that room.
>My hindsight reminded me that letting her into a police interview so soon after a concussion was simply insane
>I took my fears out on the door
>Glasses did too, she was banging her open palms against it. Yelling right back
>Causing a ruckus in the hospital, with everyone watching us.
>Even more so when a short stocky nurse comes huddling back with raven leading the way
>A ring of keys in her hand.
>Each step painfully slow compared to her size

>The door opened and i was the first one in
>I’m not sure if i actually let go of the doorknob
>Even while the nurse was unlocking it, i was practically jittering itching for the exact moment it would open and i could force my way in
>It came
>Stumbling head over heel we all kind of piled in
>Took it all in at once
>The table we saw before
>Flipped
>Gadget’s weelchair, on its side, the girl absent
>The officer, covered in what must be water, or coffee dripping from his shirt.
>Our friend
>Our gadget
>In the corner, crying, bawling her eyes out
>Arms up above her head, curled into a ball

>I shoved past the cop
>Angrily yelling something at us, not that i heard or remember what
>I didn’t see him
>I didn’t hear him
>My vision had kind of blurred, tunneled
>I saw black, brown and white around the edges, and all i was doing was focusing on the girl
>Rushed across the room, slid across a puddle of liquid and ended kneeling beside her
>She was still crying, pleading in words i don’t pretend to understand
>Rhythmic, patterned
>Prayers maybe, or pleas for help
>I interrupted them with one word
>Her name
>Those eyes, blues, greens and yellows shot open
>Sparked in surprise
>Then she sniffled
>Closed her eyes again and pulled her arms away from her chest
>Opened, in the universal gesture
>Silently asking for a hug
>Of course i did

>She stopped crying
>Didn’t say a word as i helped her up
>Sniffled softly into my shoulder
>Tightened her arms around mine
>Ended up hugging me, limpet style from the front
>Legs off the floor
>The officer still yelling something as she put her head on my shoulder
>Squeezed my ribs tighter and i turned around
>”SHE THREW, COFFEE AT ME”
>That one came through clear, the puddle was dark on the floor so it made sense
>I tried to walk by, gadget carried still
>The cop grabbed my arm
>”You’re ALL going to be under ARREST”
>Fuck that
>Try to rip my arm away
>But there’s really no way to do it, not while im holding gadget
>So he just stops me.
>Starts listing assault, breach of an private interrogation, blah blah blah

>He even starts pointing fingers at the nurse who entered the room with us
>She’s just watching
>Deer eyed, saucers of brown
>Raven steps forward, places one hand calmly on the officers arm, and another on mine
>A light, but present tug in either direction
>And she makes eye contact with the officer
>Calmly
>Cleanly states
>”You’re going to let him go, because you’re in the wrong here.”
>Then she nods backwards
>”And you have an audience”
>This was true
>The screaming, crying, banging and shouting of five people trying to get into a locked room had drawn quite a crowd
>Patients in hospital gowns curious and bored
>A whole host of nurses
>Staring
>Whispering to one another
>Hah
>Gossip about that behind the scenes!
>I do say calmly for raven, and i mean it in the most insincere way possible
>Because she was calm on the outside
>Trying to convince everyone else, sure.
>But i knew raven, i knew her tells and her signs
>And her hands were shaking.

>The officer took a long hard look around the room
>The glares from the women
>The nurses
>The condescending stares of the patients outside
>Great thing about america, is no matter what happens
>No matter who’s actually in the wrong
>Nobody, ever, ever, ever agrees with cops
>He could see the multiple nurses standing by ready to give him shit if he didn’t let us leave.
>But he was used to it.
>It was his job
>So he let go
>And leaned over
>Whispered in my ear
>”If you leave the hospital premises, we have your name and identification on file and will charge you with unlawfully removing your friend, who has now committed assault against an officer. From police custody.”
>Or something like that
>He said fancier words
>But Oooh
>The scare game
>He forgets there’s five women in this room

>There’s a thing about women
>Their natural form of communication is whispering
>Because of this they all know how to lean in imperceptibly
>How each word sounds when whispered, the high and low notes, the harsh and soft tones
>It’s not as much hearing what he said, as hearing the sounds that travel a foot or two farther than the officer would have liked
>Blondie, specially was the artisan at this craft
>Seconds after the officers lips stopped moving
>Hers started
>”YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE?” She yelled
>And yes
>Word for word she informed the crowd
>Like a game of telephone where everyone’s a little too good and it’s no fun
>But i was atleast enjoying the drama, to some extent as i stepped out of the room, started walking down the hall.
>Fuck em
>The cop steps out behind us
>I can hear his boots
>But he doesn’t follow me and my crowd of females
>He just calmly states “Alright Mr. Nugget. Expect officers on your doorstep this evening.”
>Not that he follows us though
>Freckles was clenching her fists and looking like she wanted to punch something
>So he was either scared, or wanted to wait for backup because a 1v5 wasn’t going to go well.

>Freckles ran off and ahead when we had turned a couple corners
>The car was waiting for us when we left
>Not like anyone followed us
>Not like any of us said anything
>Freckles just sat in the drivers seat
>Glasses took shotgun
>Blondie and raven middle
>Gadget and i in the back
>And we left
>Not a word
>Not a single word
>Gadget still hugging me an uncomfortable bulge in my back pocket (my stupid wallet)
>I lifted up, removed it and tossed it
>Somewhere to the front of the car
>Went back to hugging the quiet girl
>But i guess blondie spoke up first
>She caught my wallet
>She asked the question
>”So… are we criminals now?”
>Probably
>Raven mumbles i think a “yes”
>Glasses notes she doesn’t have a plan for us becoming fugitives
>Freckles says her dad knows some pretty good lawyers.
>Blondie seems to dislike those answers
>And ignores them, fiddling with the leather in her hands instead.

>More silence
>Gadget hadn’t moved
>I think she fell asleep again
>Good
>The weight of what had probably just happened wasn’t really there at full strength yet
>I mean
>They probably knew all our names by now just looking up mine
>I don’t know what glasses put down for gadget, but theres entire forms to fill out and everything
>Plus probably insurance
>Or someone was paying
>eh
>Can’t really do anything about it
>Just have to explain it when it comes along
>E…
>Except for gadget
>Whatever happened in that room she threw coffee at a police officer
>Didn’t look like hot coffee, not from what i saw.
>Not that it’s a serious crime or anything, but if he made a fuss
>Then it’s assault
>And she’s not a citizen
>That’s deportation
>Now i was just depressed ):

>Blondie speaks up first
>”S… storybro…?”
>My name, but obviously a question.
>i ask what
>She asks me an odd question “Is this the wallet you gave them?”
>…
>Yeah?
>Duh i mean that’s the only one i brought
>I watch her hands flip it open and show everyone
>Oh
>It was the drug dealer’s wallet
>and his Fake ID
>I mean i smile
>Of course i grab that wallet and not the other one, fucking hillarious
>But holy shit that’s just ANOTHER crime
>I mean jail time was probably assured for giving fake identification to an officer.
>Except
>A smile
>A turning girl
>Glasses glinting once again
>A plan
>”You didn’t give them your real name?!” She questioned
>Hopeful
>I nodded
>”Oh… we’re fine then!”

>WHAT
>Thats mirrored by Raven
>Freckles
>Blondie
>I guess everyone but miss asleep on my lap
>Glasses just turns back to smiling-i-win-mode she always has when she beats someone at a game
>”Oh, i was worried because he gave them his license. But they don’t actually have gadget’s name or anything”
>”She’s not 18, so i just filled in some fake stuff and said she was two years older than she really was. Otherwise they would have had to call her dad and everything”
>Of course im just
>Staring at glasses with a “Fuck i should have figured” look on my face
>OF course
>Of course she pulled some kind of bullshit like that
>ALSO super illegal
>Super
>Super illegal
>Fuck glasses you goin to jail when you older girl
>implying they would catch her

>Gadget, stirred
>Softly told us
>me
>Hugging tighter as she said it
>”I kept asking for you…”
>”i… i woke up and didn’t remember when you left…”
>”I kept asking, and he kept telling me you hit me”
>”I told him no, over and over, but he wouldn’t believe it, and he said you weren’t there, that you weren’t waiting outside when i said your name”
>”and he got angrier, and angrier and slammed his hand on the table and i.. i threw…”
>”I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME”
>and with that last statement it wasn’t soft
>It was a loud cry, throughout the car
>The entire thing progressively louder
>Ending with her face buried in my shirt again
>I’m crying
>Staring outside at the unmoving scenery and holding her
>I had completely forgotten she was terrified of police, i hadn’t realized how terrifying it must have been
>And for him to tell her that someone by my name wasn’t there
>It took me a good long while
>A long stare before i realized the car wasn’t moving through the shimmering landscape
>It had pulled over
>And i wasn’t the only one crying

Update #39 : August 20th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/13114215

>That sad moment lasted an eternity of regret
>Or a minute, maybe two
>I felt like a pretty shitty friend
>Glasses felt like a pretty shitty friend
>I wasn’t too sure who else knew about gadget’s history, but i’m sure the girls that did were feeling pretty shitty too
>The rest, just good at empathy
>That lasted a while, until the car started moving again
>Then the real questions started
>”So what actually happened?!” -Blondie
>”Gadget are you sure you’re OK? I mean do you still feel dizzy?” – Raven
>I contemplate answering the first question
>About to do it infact
>But then i realize that no, that would be an absolutely terrible idea
>That question was a trap
>So i just snap my mouth shut and don’t say a word
>Gadget turns around and gives an “mhmm!”
>Then curls back up into my lap sideways
>Blondie, distracted by this cuteness gives off an audible “Awwwe”
>Glasses however
>Answers the question for me
>”I didn’t actually see what happened”
>Her eyes shallowly scanning the car. Freckles. Me, Gadget.
>”I came in the front door, asked where everyone was, heard shouting and ran to the bathroom”
>”Found freckles crying something in the corner naked. Gadget coughing up water on the floor clutching her stomach also naked, and HIM”
>She glares at me when she says it
>G.. glasses
>You can stop now before everyone-
>”Flailing around like a fucking idiot with just his pants on, not helping either of
them”

>Hates me…
>Hoh boy
>Every set of glaring eyes that weren’t already glaring at me (so everyone but freckles) was glaring at me now.
>Yup
>Even gadget was eying me with an air of suspicion
>”Alright alright relax everyone, i can explain”
>It’s fine
>Communication is key right anons
>Well unless our angry-pants driver, more bipolar than a magnet has decided she’s not going to be nice to me again.
>”He bit her, she slipped and hit her head. Then i tried to help her and he hit me in the stomach so hard i couldn’t do anything”
>….
>If you hadn’t guessed
>Well, you know
>Death warrant signed
>Executive order to dispose of #1 “Story L. Bro”
>Wonder what my tombstone should say
>Maybe uhh
>-Dear God. Can’t this car go one day without a riot?
>Naw, simpsons probably did it
>Too cheesy anyway
>Gonna just go with
>-Damn freckles stop twisting that knife in my back so much its starting to hurt

>Raven’s giving me a sad look, i mean she’s the only one
>Kind of a “Well this sounds like a really bad misunderstanding and knowing you this isn’t going to turn out well” kind of look
>She knew Gadget was my homeslice, ain’t gonna hurt her no way.
>She was turned around in her seat though
>Glasses too, scowling at me with a look of disdain
>Along with Blondie, who was giving me true blue fire
>Glowing Sapphire flames
>A scowl like you wouldn’t believe
>u.. uh oh
>They’re besties now
>…”Comon! Gadget tell them i didn’t try to hurt… you…”
>I droned off looking at gadget
>She was looking at me kinda funny
>Like she just realized something
>Bit her lip
>”i… i don’t remember”
>nonononono
>Not enough Nos
>Too late
>Blondie’s unbuckled, roared like a lion and tackled me
>”YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER TOO!”

>Tombstone now says “Damnit Blondie who keeps paying you to do this!?”
>Surprisingly that’s just a placeholder because somehow
>Miraculous in fact
>I don’t get greviously harmed, wounded, dead or otherwise dying from blondie being actually mad at me
>It’s a tad bit of a mess of legs, but gadget ends up with my seat in the back
>Blinking questioningly
>I end up face down on the flat part in the car (where the single seat is down)
>Blondie sitting on my back victoriously
>I mean
>I Guess that wasn’t too bad
>Plus blondie’s butt was pretty soft so no complaints there
>Better than getting murdered, my heart was beating like a mile a minute when i saw her come at me
>Post traumatic stress from all the times she’s hurt me probably
>I hear rustling in the back, and i guess gadget ducks behind the other seats
>We remain like that
>Blondie victoriously with her captured prey in holding for the rest of the trip back to the hotel.

>Eventually, pulling into the parking lot and stopping. Blondie gets off
>Which
>Actually i kinda wanted her back because i had this kink in my back that tons of weight and pressure was really making feel kinda nice
>Contemplating asking her to put her butt back where it was, but she just scoots away and back to gadget
>Then squeals
>”HEY!~ I CARRIED THOSE, save some for ME!”
>… what?
>Sitting up i’m awarded a sight of gadget
>Bare feet on the seat she was in previously, butt in the air, with a fork
>Pancake box open
>Turned towards us with a cheek-full-smile
>one word from her mouth
>”Hungry”

>Eh
>I shrug
>she can have mine i guess, i owe her
>Blondie doesn’t hear my thoughts though
>I leave the two of them tussling and warring in the back seat. Following everyone else out of the car.
>Figure i might as well get beat up outside the hotel room, so i can crawl the short distance back a bloody mess
>Who wants a piece of…
>…me
>Glasses, Freckles and Raven were just filling inside ignoring me completely
>Can we… uhh
>Not get blood on the carpets, i bet we paid a deposit
>No such luck, because one girl remains standing outside
>Raven
>Shifted stance, weight on one leg
>Arms crossed
>Frown
>M… maybe she wants a hug?
>I walk slowly
>Carefully
>Open my arms, offer hugging services?
>Maybe?
>She doesn’t even move, not until i dejectedly look down at the ground
>”Alright go ahead, lay it on me” I mumble

>She stands a little straighter
>I watch her shoes click together, knees tense
>”Tell me what really happened”
>Soft
>Not mean, not harsh, not angry.
>Just wanted to know.
>Not like its hard to explain, takes me a minute or two to describe why it happened
>Mostly the “I didn’t realize she had no leverage to support herself” part
>It’s a complicated physics problem summed up with lack of foresight
>She didn’t say anything, not until i finished
>I watched her legs shift
>Side to side
>Then she smiled, an awkward sideways smile
>”Yeah, don’t beat yourself up too much. Believe it or not glasses did the same thing with me~”
>My eyes dart to her face
>That same shit eating grin glasses had on earlier
>She can read it
>The palpable mad in my eyes, so condensed you could juice it and run an unfunny magazine ten years past its prime.
>”See!” She glows with a smile as she says this
>”Now you’re not beating yourself up! You taught me that one!”
>She steps forward, one foot ahead of the other
>”But…”
>I watch her eyes dart down to my chest, a finger tap me once
>”If you want to beat someone up, just say the words”

>GRRRR
>Yeah, alright actually
>Somehow her being open about having any kind of relations with glasses just wasn’t as angering as knowing she kept it a secret.
>Might be onto something, have her tell me all about it sometime and i’d feel better. If not just have a boner.
>Kinda tempted to take her offer and use the other room or something, but it felt kinda wrong
>I kinda decided ignoring her was the best choice
>Returned to the car to get the two pancake twins
> both sitting on the backseat now enjoying delicious breakfast
>”Scram! Bring it to the rooms!”
>They scrambled, crawled grabbed and tugged everything together into a neat heap
>Blondie got out, took the boxes and everything carried them inside
>The other three are sitting on the beds
>Cross legged
>Smoking pipes, wearing feathered caps and discussing with the tribe what was to be done with me.
>Raven arguing i just told her what happened and she believes me. Should just let me go.
>Freckles advocate of the death penalty
>Glasses advocate of both.
>At the same time.

>Blondie joins in with death penalty
>”Tie him up and leave him by the side of the road” was her exact terms
>Doubt she was serious
>But she wasn’t very happy with me
>Gadget breaks free of blondie’s firm grip and runs over to me, arms outstretched
>Then stops
>Just stops, a full two feet away from me, everyone watching
>”If… you bit me shouldn’t i be mad at you?”
>Sideways glance
>A question
>*sigh*
>You’re adorable gadget
>However i inform her
>”I didn’t bite you”
>pivoting around on my toes
>Fucking
>”FRECKLES is full of SHIT as always”
>The girl herself recoiling at my words
>She tries to recoil, come up with a snakelike response but nope
>Not gonna let her
>”I don’t know WHY any of you still BELIEVE her after how often she’s LIED about me”
>I snapped
>”But you know what, i’m done. Freckles, we’re going to have a TALK”
>So fucking done
>But you know, shock and embarrassment value required
>”Actually, scratch the talk”
>I grin
>Wide as i can force it
>Announce to all the women
>”Naw, i’m going to take her in the other room and pop her cherry”

>Chaos is an understatement
>The girl-who’s-currently-having-her-maidenhead-threatened-with-rape jumps straight up
>”WHAT!” is the only word she yells
>Blondie squeals something along the lines of “Oh my goddd!”
>Probably something about eating her and next they’re going to eat me
>Damn right blondie
>Raven doesn’t seem that surprised
>Almost disappointed
>Kind of a “Come on i just offered” a sad green shadow in her eyes.
>Gadget doesn’t say a word, she just stares at everyone else
>Kinda like me
>Glasses
>Glasses just stands up
>Places herself between me and freckles
>”Yeah, i’d like to see you try” were her words
>Freckles just shoves her aside
>”ILL KILL HIM MYSELF”
>Fists at the ready
>EN GUARD
>PREPARE FOR HONORABLE FISTICUFFS

>Not that Glasses played by the rules either
>They both came at me at the same time
>Probably thinking “What the fuck is he thinking”
>But i was quicker on my feet
>The world, at my fingertips
>Played it safe
>Tok It the long WaY, to take these To mareS down.
>Time slowed
>Stopped entirely and i could anticipate everything
>Ducked under one punch
>Threw another
>”Hiyah! Kia!”
>Making sound effects and everything
>Throwing knives left and right
>Took ages, but eventually time flowed once more
>Both women crumbled
>The others watching with awe as i dragged the kicking and screaming freckles out of the room
>”Let me GO!” she was shouting and kicking as i got her outside
>Wryyyyyggghhtt
>Like i would do that
>She didn’t want to be in there for the steamroller anyway.

>I was simply stronger than freckles anyway
>I mean
>I doubt the people who were within earshot of her screaming all kinds of mean things as i forced her the last ten feet and held on to her tightly while opening the door were weaker than me
>But they didn’t get there in time
>Also i mean it was a secluded parking lot so fuck if anyone actually heard her
>Still
>One shove and instead of tumbling, she dramatically hits the ground and starts “Crying” on the carpet as i close the door
>Lock everything that isn’t bolted down
>Bolt down everything that isn’t locked
>Turn around
>skull on the ground ect
>Also freckles
>”Stop crying, you know i don’t believe you when you do that”
>Gets a growl in response
>Then hands on my hips
>”You uhh, gonna get undressed or do i have to do that too?”
>Fuck gotta do everything around here
>Not like i even get to chuckle to myself before she’s on her feet again and screaming something about killing me.
>All in a day’s work.

>”Come on freckles, get on the bed so we can get this over with”
>I make sure i yell this
>Like through the walls yell
>So everyone in the other room can hear
>Also the room above and to the others side of us
>Freckles yells back “NO”
>more of a shimmering screech actually
>Disoriented temporarily for failing my will save, she takes the chance and comes at me and the door again
>Completely fucks up her attack roll, blow glances off my AC and i just end up with both of her fists held firmly in my hands
>I link an arm with hers and drag her over to the bed
>Not that she’s even in the least possible way cooperative
>”IF YOU THINK I’D EVER”
>and
>”YOU’RE DEAD, HEAR ME, DEAD”
>Shut up freckles
>Calmly
>Cleanly
>I crush her. Break her will
>”You were worthless in the bathroom you lying piece of shit”
>That has the reaction i want
>She tenses up, knees lock
>Toes curl, arms lock
>I watch her eyes
>They shift
>From fire
>To wide, empty
>Plains of green grass
>Continue with my little tirade
>”You know i didn’t bite her, you watched me pull her out of the tub and you wouldn’t even say anything.”
>I mean
>”On a list of shitty things to do, that’s pretty up there. So fuck you. You deserved this”
>”Now i’m going to teach you CPR, and you’re going to stop screaming and crying and apologize profusely to me, everyone else and admit i’m a GREAT fucking guy. Bitch”
>I add bitch at the end
>Just because
>Im sure i was flushed enough to be a pinkman

>Now in my mind she was going to get up all happy i wasn’t actually raping her and go along fine with my plan
>I have an odd feeling the plan just seemed better in my head
>Forgot to think out a couple emotions along the way
>Freckles kinda lost all that tension
>All at once
>Kinda knees gave out
>Tumbled sorta
>Ended up on carpet again, almost took me down with her except i stopped holding her arm
>Then she curled up into a ball
>Ooops
>I may have broken he-
>Her legs come outwards, kick mine right from underneath me
>One arm on the bed, end up tumbling down sideways facefirst
>Slowly
>But no control over it really
>Land on the floor next to her
>Hi!
>Oh wait
>She’s crying
>Tears only, no sounds
>Then a hand at my throat
>”I WAS GOING TO DO IT”
>A gravely uncomfortable statement
>Not as loud as it was distressed, watery.

>I didn’t like that tone of voice
>”Do what” was the question
>Obviously not “Be raped” because that’s fucking weird
>just silently stares at me
>I don’t break eye contact, not sure why
>Not until she’s back to her old antics
>”I… hate men”
>Was a sentence she said i guess
>wasn’t really what i asked
>But it didn’t need an answer, because i saw her hand twitch
>Try to hide it
>But i saw it before she could move it away
>Cold, solid, shiny, long
>Lots of words
>But it was a knife, a small blade.
>Pocketknife in her hand.
>Oh!
>Well that makes perfect sense my mind seems to clamor
>It’s not like that isn’t the logical solution to getting an
>OPPRESSIVE
>PATRIARCHAL
>OVERPOWERING
>DISCRIMINATING
>SEXIST
>CHAUVINISTIC
>PIG
>Off her
>You know, good for you freckles
>Totally would have deserved it
>Also my stomach was doing bellyflops
>kinda wanted to puke imagining what it would have felt like to be stabbed.
>Woulda really sucked
>Kinda roll away
>End up on my back, staring at the ceiling.

>Hmmm
>Yeah
>Second thoughts
>Lots of them as i stare up
>Pretending to want to rape freckles
>REALLY over the top, way too far
>I voice this
>Multiple times
>With apologies
>She’s just silent over there
>Staring at me, or the ceiling
>I don’t look
>Eventually breaks the silence
>Kind of a disintegrating sadness in each word
>”I… wouldn’t have done it”
>”but i could have, if you were anyone”
>”I’m not Helpless you know!”
>A plea for acknowledgement
>Probably what she was fighting with in her head.
>Didn’t believe it herself

Thread got deleted so other archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/13117277 (probably because of the OP, see below)

>I would go into intricate details on why realizing now freckles settled on hating men because it made her feel stronger after someone hurt her in a way she felt she had no control over.
>But
>She sat up straight
>”Also, you did bite her. I saw her flinch and fall backwards”
>So i sit up too
>Call her a virgin
>[spoiler]PRICELESS[/spoiler]
>”I licked her clit you idiot, and i wasn’t holding her down so she had no support”
>”What do you fucking think happens when you lick someone there”
>i’m about to add “You would know if you were a real lesbian”
>But i don’t feel that mean
>Instead she just gives me a look like i’ve insulted her creed
>”SHUT UP, I WOULDN’T KNOW OK”
>there we go
>Back to being angry freckles
>Not feely touchy “I wouldn’t stab you because you’re an ok guy” freckles
>except i think she sees that expression
>scares the shit out of me by throwing the knife across the room
>thought it was at me
>Seriously
>Flash of light thought my life was over.

>Still though
>Just called a girl a virgin
>That never happens on the internet
>Might die happy
>Giggling to myself, half scared, half amused.
>All inappropriate
>She’s back to glaring though
>”I’ll get around to stabbing you later, ASS”
>Real emphasis on the last part
>Back to staring and giggling at the ceiling for me
>Man any conversation with this girl is a ride through hell, and disneyland twice.
>So just hell, but amusing in some parts.
>Freckles is off contemplating things in her head
>I can hear it from here
>”Grrs” and “mhmms”
>Then her eureka moment
>”You gonna teach me, or what?”
>Teach you what?
>I give a blank stare back.
>OH
>Right CPR
>Yeah yeah sure.

>”You said i was worthless in the bathroom”
>”I really hate you”
>Yeah yeah
>Sure
>Then she informs me i was right, and she just panicked and probably made things worse
>Right right, that’s nice dear
>Get on the bed.
>A tiny bit of coaching and i had her on the side of the bed, lying on her back with her hands at her side
>first question first
>Asked her what she knew about CPR, or anything for that matter
>”Nothing”
>Heimlich?
>”We learned that, i guess. Never used it”
>Figures
>Kinda like heimlich but in reverse, since instead of forcing air out of the lungs you’re simulating breathing.
>Yada
>Yada
>Technical talk, there’s quite a bit of it
>About how you gotta technically break bones to do it right (less effort for the person doing it), but usually you don’t have to.
>Then i point out i’m going to show her how to do it
>Hesitantly she adds
>”Alright but don’t touch me anywhere funny…”
>I point at her boobs
>”Yeah those are kinda on your chest, can you take them off and put them back on later?”
>Miss grumbles gets the idea

>CPR isn’t very erotic
>Not unless you REALLY try.
>I mean my hands went on her chest
>She had some T-shirt on she’d thrown on as we were running out of the room
>No bra
>So her boobs did the natural thing and sagged to either side, flattened and rounded out.
>They weren’t very prominent through the shirt at this angle anyway, but i could tell where they were
>And from experience exactly what they were doing.
>Made my job easier, Two palms flat on her chest right in the middle.
>Plenty of room, sure i was grazing them a bit but nothing too contacty
>Now first
>I demonstrate, while talking
>”You give a firm hard press right here”
>Press down, and get to watch the show
>Firstly if you’re ever performing CPR on anyone actually awake you get to watch what you’re actually doing
>Press down hard and her head lifts slightly, lungs contract
>An audible “Release” of air
>A very short “Ah” out of her mouth
>Also surprise, i mean they don’t expect it at all.
>I did this twice more
>”Ah!” “Ah!”
>She was in giggles by the third one, saying i was “Tickling” her
>Then i point out i’m going to need to breathe into her mouth.
>She stops giggling

>”Can we not” was her response
>eh
>We already made out in the back seat of a moving vehicle
>totally put my tongue down your throat missy
>Can’t take that back
>”Yeah… but i didn’t really like it. How you tasted i mean”
>yeah but that was your mou…
>You know what
>Fuck it, i wont tell her she wasn’t very delicious herself, and neither is everyone else.
>Idea in her mind that everyone tastes like sunshine and rainbows i guess.
>Leaving her on the bed i duck into the bathroom and grab the little bottle of mouthwash
>Little tiny thing, but its enough to take a little swig, swish it around and spit it out in the sink.
>Returning to the other room i tell redhead-hates-kissing to open her mouth
>”Why!? I told you i didn’t like it!”
>Mouthwash idiot
>She gives me a little “oh”
>yeah yeah
>”So, you need to breathe out hard enough to expand the lungs. It’s way harder than you think it is. Like blowing up a balloon”
>I have her breathe fully out, so she can feel what it’s like
>Then i connect lips
>Nothing fancy
>Open lips to open lips
>Puff her like an old wooden pipe, hard as i can
>Until i have nothing left and air’s escaping from the weaker seams.
>I lift off and she giggles again
>”That feels weird, like you’re putting really warm air inside me”
>…
>Why does that give me a boner
>I point out my breath probably tastes fine though, and she nods.
>show her how to do it a couple more times, the entire thing
>Leave her with a kind of fuzzy stare at the ceiling after a while. I sure hope im not actually turning her on or anything.
>It’s her turn next anyway.

>We swap places
>Two hands on my chest
>”Is this right?”
>Nope, gotta show her where
>Three times
>She keeps putting her hands too far to the left or right, when that just won’t do anything at all.
>A couple test compressions later and she’s got em right
>Palm of her hand in the right area, heel on top of that.
>I find myself making the “Ah!” sound when she presses
>Neat
>I might actually be teaching her correctly
>Give her a “Thumbs up” youdid-good look when she gets three compressions in a row to work properly
>I wish i could capture the complete look of self accomplishment she had
>Proud of herself
>Until she frowned
>”Now i have to kiss you…”
>I correct her
>”It’s just breathing. Just imagine i’m gadget”
>not that it works
>”You’re not even close to how cute gadget is storybro”
>shut up
>shush dont remind me i can’t compete
>Just pretend
>Oh also
>”Yeah but it woulda been your lips on hers if you actually knew it this morning. Idiot”
>Her turn to tell me to shut up
>”But i guess that’s kinda hot”
>I nod with her.

>I might have to give gadget CPR later actually
>Oh wait or not she’s kinda confused about being mad at me ):
>THANKS FRECKLES
>interrupts my thought though
>drops her lips to touch mine, open my mouth just a tad and let her go to town with my lungs empty
>Relax everything
>I figure i’ll let her try to keep me happily oxygenated for a couple minutes without breathing when she gets it all down.
>I’ve never heard anyone with that method of testing before, but it seems to make sense in my head.
>Nothing
>She blows, but it all seems to be going somewhere.
>Uh oh
>What did i forge…
>Oh right, the nose!
>”You gotta hold my nose too”
>Two finger pinch and that works miracles, i guess she wasn’t completely relaxed when i did it.
>She fills me right up with hot air
>And she’s completely right, very warm.
>I guess she hasn’t played the breath kissing game, but suddenly i’m reminded of why both Glasses and Raven are so good at CPR.
>Same thing
>Just without tongues
>She gives me a couple breaths, then pulls away and wipes the spit off her mouth with an arm
>That universal “I hated that” reaction to a kiss
>Except she was smiling
>So maybe she didn’t
>I spam the “Very good” carving

>Alright now totes keep me from not dying of holding my breath
>Yeah
>She nods, completely ready for it
>i do a FULL exhale
>I hate those because they hurt even before all the air is gone, but i do it.
>Then she gets to work
>Press, press, press, breath, press press press
>Count in my head, she’s doing alright
>I feel like i’m kinda just holding my breath though
>Still it’s good practice, and i can kinda feel my lungs inflating and deflating
>Pretty neat
>Plus i get a split second of eye contact every breath
>Watch her eyes get wider, and wider, and then smaller and smaller as she starts getting tired.
>Lids sagging
>Slower and slower
>After about fifteen total cycles she stops
>Gasping for breath
>Her lips and mine a slobbery mess
>[spoiler]What do you expect, its not a very clean thing CPR[/spoiler]
>I watch her tangled mess of hair collapse on my chest facing me
>”You… didn’t tell me to stop” she gasps
>”Yeah well duh, i would still be dead”
>She disagrees
>”You would have woken up, i would have saved you by now!”
>Eh, i just tell her to ask raven
>What did she do, hundred of those to get gadget and me up the other night?
>Even trying to catch her breath that makes freckles prop up on her shoulders and stare me in the eyes
>Green contact, too light to be my favorite but green nonetheless
>”She really loves you then?”
>I shrug
>”That or Adrenaline, usually helps out quite a bit”

>Confident she knows CPR enough to not be a useless bitch next time something happens.
>Probably to me
>I call in Vargas and he gives her a field promotion, put all those points in first aid.
>She doesn’t move though
>Just lies there, head on my chest staring off into the distance
>Breathing softly, in, out
>Plus soft pillowy boobs pressed up against my arm
>It’s happily in the valley crease and she hasn’t realized
>10/10
>Until she interrupts the silence with an exclamation
>”Ew, you have a boner”
>whaaat
>no i don’t
>I sit up straight, dislodge her slightly
>But she doesn’t actually remove her head
>Oh damn
>I do
>How long has that been there
>Backtracking in my mind, i’m pretty sure i pinpoint it.
>”Listen it’s not what it looks like, i was thinking about how much CPR was like kissing”
>That got her attention
>”Kissing who?”
>Uhhh, i can’t answer this without insulting her
>Probably have to say her or else she’s gonna be sad
>”I know it’s not me”
>Interrupts my contemplation
>”Tell me about it”
>O… ok
>I go into detail about raven and i kissing.
>Breathplay i think its called, one of the many games you can play with a partner.
>Freckles just shifts to lying on the bed with me, curls her legs into mine and listens like it’s storytime.
>Exclamations of “That’s hot” or “Wow” interrupting different details.
>I realize i’m telling erotic experiences to a lesbian and she’s focusing on the girls just as much as a guy would
>Huh
>Never thought of it like that.

>I also realize that slowly but surely she’s wrapped her sweatpantsed legs (her pajamas i guess)
>around mine
>Warm i guess
>She’s welcome to cuddle
>I mean that was some pretty good CPR she just gave
>Not amazing
>But pretty good
>Plus you know storytime
>What it takes me far too long to realize is that each and every time she eggs me on for more details about the other women and stuff they do.
>She wiggles closer
>Just a tiny bit
>It’s not until she asks questions about what it’s like to lick women “down there”
>Then i realize she’s wiggling AGAINST my knee
>and i don’t think she’s realizing she’s doing it
>or she does
>Well, i make her realize, lift my knee ever-so-slightly
>My pants shift
>They’re wet
>And these aren’t the same pants gadget splashed.

>Well open season i guess
>Under the pretense of readjusting and not letting her fall off the bed, i wrap my farthest arm around her and shift over slightly
>Free up my hand from being trapped between us
>Then slide it
>Ever so slowly down
>All while explaining in detail the “Spell out shapes with your tongue” advice
>Seriously its good advice
>I could see her biting her lip and imagining it
>Eyelashes flickering, eyes almost closed completely.
>Shifting her hips ever so slightly
>That is until my fingertips reach her stomach
>Trickle lightly acros the bellybutton and to the waistband of her sweatpants
>Then she stops all movement
>Jolts her eyes open
>”What are you doing?”
>One question
>Uh oh

>Um
>I point out she was using my knee as a toy
>Practically soaked through everything
>Was about to offer to get her off because SCHOLAR AND A GENTLEMAN
>Somewhere around those exact words
>She responds with a “I’m not wet, you probably spilled something” and she pulls away
>Except
>Eyes straight to her crotch, that’s definitely soaked missy
>Two inch diameter puddle, very visible on those boring grey sweatpants she’s got on
>She denies it though and pulls all the way away
>Gets up and everything
>”You must have kneeled in something!”
>I watch her run off to the bathroom, close the door behind her
>Not to brag
>But i could smell her from here.
>Unmistakable odor of an aroused female, who now embarassed has denied it and run off.
>I sit up, thinking about it
>Yeaaaah
>Feet back on the ground, most definitely have a boner now.
>Tiptoe over to the bathroom, end up knocking on it three times
>Good old response of “Don’t come in”
>I knock again
>”You sure? I’ll finish you off, you don’t need to hide it”
>Good ol freckles
>”I don’t like men, sorry”
>Even when i point out through the door that’s not entirely true
>She ignores me.

>I return to the bed
>Give her the alone time she wants, stare at the ceiling
>Not like it’s going to make the ridiculous throbbing erection i have go away
>I mean i can still smell whatever juices she’s left on my knee wafting around.
>Ten minutes
>That’s how long i wait
>Knowing perfectly well she’s got her hands in those pants thinking about something hot
>Eventually i hear the toilet flush
>The tell-tale sign she’s trying to hide it
>Water running, door opening and she’s back
>A much more “Dried” spot between her legs
>Probably padded it with toilet paper to make it go away faster.
>i know your tricks. Women.
>First on the agenda
>”Who were you thinking about?”
>Snappy answer from her
>”I wasn’t thinking about anyone!”
>Denial
>My favorite
>”Really then? Let me smell your fingers”
>I watch her hands drop to her hips and a pout come up
>She holds one out for me
>”Go ahead! I washed them”
>See
>Right there anon, see that trick
>I point out what she just admitted to
>Which gets her fiery bright red blushing all over
>Her hair color all the way down.
>”SHUT UP!”
>”Why haven’t YOU dealt with YOURS” she continues
>Meaning my boner probably
>”Eh, i can just have someone else take care of it”
>Quick response from her here
>Lightning fast
>”That’s not fair, why do they play with you and not me?”

>I feel like we’ve been over this.
>I point out i literally just offered to get her off and instead she went and hid it to go fap to something quietly in the bathroom
>And then when i asked, YOU pretended you weren’t
>That gets an embarrassing admission
>”You and Blondie ok, i was thinking about you licking her and the faces she would make!”
>I just tell her that’s pretty hot
>No blush in return
>Just an “I know”
>yeah
>plus an “And boys can’t get me off anyway. I’ve tried”
>thinking about it for precisely 0.2 seconds i realize this is completely untrue
>”no, you just dont let them”
>She shakes her head
>I nod
>Remind her of the backseat
>Got her close as hell and then she refused any more contact
>Just sat there squeezing her legs for the rest of the drive.
>I get a generic “That’s not true” ect ect “That’s impossible” ect ect you’re not my father response
>Really now
>Easy question
>”Is that a bet?”
>The redhead yells “NO” back
>I think she doesn’t like bets with me anymore
>”Plus i’m good, i can’t get off twi-
>I interrupt again
>”Is that a bet?”
>Smug ass look on my face
>She just keeps feeding me these
>Too good
>”NO! You just CAN’T alright?”
>I grin again
>”Bet?”

>”NO!”
>Then she reconsiders
>”You don’t even have anything i want anyway”
>I think about that for a second
>”Is that a bet?”
>Get an “ASSHOLE” in return
>So i guess not
>”I can offer lots of things” i mention
>She responds with a typical “No you can’t
>”Bet?”
>Instead of glaring, or even reacting to that one i hear her mumble loudly “Now where did i put that knife…”
>Oh oh god sorry
>I backtrack and start offering
>Hook her up with another girl maybe?
>She contemplates the offer
>”Which girl?”
>I point out i have NO clue but i could probably get one of them to go for it
>If i lose
>She agrees
>On one condition
>”Not glasses, i don’t trust her. She’s a great friend but…”
>Color me shocked
>See
>This is insane
>This is deja fucking Vu
>What’s up with nobody trusting glasses
>What the hell did she do now

>Still though
>Bet is a bet
>”Yeah ok, i can do that.”
>Then i demand she accompanies me on the bed.
>Apprehensive
>Cautious
>Probably scared of me
>she inches over step by step, and then crawls over my legs to lie down.
>Can’t even admire her butt on the way by, she flips over so quickly.
>Lies on her back, hands over chest. Eyes intently examining me.
>Legs firmly together, crossed at the ankles.
>Which
>[spoiler]There’s lots of ways women can lie down
>It’s all body language, and this was not good body language
>Hers screamed embarrassed, unwilling to cooperate, and unlikely to actually enjoy anything at all
>Aka, if a woman ever does that, you’re not gonna get anywhere with her without making her relax first
>YW lonely anons[/spoiler]

>So obviously i use the oldest trick in the book
>Tell her to relax
>response
>”I AM RELAXED! JERK”
>Note
>Old tricks are old, but don’t usually work.
>Who knows who wrote that book anyway
>I just lightly place my hand on her stomach
>Right over the shirt
>She does two things
>Jumps and tenses up
>Then exclaims “What! you want it off? Here just take it off already you pervert!”
>She’s not… cooperating
>I mean her hands go right to her waist like she’s going to take that shirt off
>Which
>Is the wrong thing
>I could get the hottest girl she knows in here and she’s going to be dry as a desert down there
>No point in even trying like this
>So i stop her
>”You’re sabotaging yourself you know”
>Practically clamming herself up and expecting me to hurt her so much that i will.
>Not like it gets a response of anything but “SO YOU LOSE THE BET HUH?”
>”No, shut up, turn over. I’m going to give you a back massage… and tell you more stories”
>Rolling, shoving and a crowbar over, i manage to get the stupid girl to flip
>Ankles still crossed
>Arms flat at her sides
>God damnit this is actually going to take forever.