Update #66: October 20th
Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/14191003
>For those of you who hadn’t realized what i realized at that very moment
>Gadget was in-fact not gadget
>I hadn’t been with gadget this entire time
>The hoodie, the music
>…The blowjob
>Whoever i was with had been pretending to be gadget the entire time
>Going along, as i’d called her name multiple times
>She knew i didn’t realize it wasn’t her
>She knew i thought i was sharing an intimate moment in the dark with someone else.
>Maple though
>The waffles i thought, the chocolate
>The definitive lack of a spicy kiss
>I made the best assumption i had and realized it must be blondie
>She was the only one who fit, who was roughly the same size as gadget, and would even be here alone.
>She just didn’t know i knew yet.
>I didn’t know if i wanted to keep it that way, or tell her.
>I could always pull some kind of sadistic torment on her and pretend gadget did it all the time
>Various claims, quiet, lewd and otherwise.
>Have her degrade herself, or involve some kind of physical abuse until she gave up and admitted she wasn’t gadget.
>Barriers she wouldn’t cross because face it, she’s blondie.
>But i’d have to be an absolute creep to pull something off like that
>Or maybe do it to glasses
>Glasses i could torment all day and not feel bad
>*cough* those fucking condoms *cough*
>Blondie however was my weakness
>We’ve been over this
>Hurts me time and time again
>Has attempted my murder in a myriad of ways that would make even the most hardened superheroes jealous
>But she’s so cute and forgivable i just have to treat her nicely afterwards.
>Even if lately that’s been mostly punching her in the gut.
>I return to hugging her, a softer embrace than before, with less intent behind it
>Can’t really have sex with her without condoms i guess
>):
>Giving up any intent of sexing her up means i should probably roll away
>I do
>End up lying on my back, staring off into the darkness
>I’m sure there’s a ceiling above me, and she sure doesn’t interrupt my choice to ponder the meaning of life, the universe and glasses’ vendetta to fuck with me.
>I lie like that for a moment
>Maybe two moments before the tell-tale whimper quietly announces she’s still there
>It’s not much of a disguise now that i listen to it
>Doesn’t sound like gadget at all, obviously blondie
>In the silence of the car i have even more time to think about it than i would like
>I figure out my opinion
>A crappy one, but one i feel i should stand by
>”Blondie…” i murmur quietly
>She doesn’t respond
>I know she heard me, i know she absolutely heard me say her name
>But she’s probably frozen in fear, quietly waiting for me to berate her, or insult her.
>I’m about to start
>Demand to know why she’s pretending to be gadget, pretending she’s someone else to lie here in the darkness and get me to do-
>Well actually no
>I stop myself because i’m not an idiot
>I fully understand.
>Chances are she was jealous of gadget, and quietly played along because i thought it was her and she saw a chance.
>Saw a chance to find out what it was like to be treated like the girl i was obviously having relations with after raven.
>I think namely that’s called being selfish
>But it’s kinda my fault too
>I wrongly assumed for like what
>the seventh time, that blondie was a different girl
>Too quiet and willing to go along with what i’m doing i think.
>So i decide, why the fuck not
>Ill throw her through a loop and treat her to a confidence boost
>So i finish my sentence
>”Blondie…Gadget, you know how blondie is always hurting me?”
>Cleverly repositioning words to make it sound like i was just trying to start a conversation
>Technically this would have probably sent gadget into a furious rage if i got her inches away from sex, denied it and started talking about girls.
>Me too actually
>Probably anyone.
>But carefully planned and announced to blondie, she completely missed how she would have had to actually act in this situation
>And instead was probably enthralled, and quietly holding on to my every word about herself.
>So i continued
>”She’s a cute girl, but you know i just can’t ever find her as really reliable”
>”I mean she cooks, she cleans, and when she smiles she brightens up the entire room”
>”But that killing me part, it’s the only reason i don’t think we can ever get along”
>I continue on about various things
>Little silly quips about blondie, positive notes, a few negative mixed in
>Like i was actually complaining about a girl not being good enough for my standards, yet almost being perfect
>Implying she could fix those mistakes
>Instead of sitting there and asking blondie for increasingly lewd acts of sex until she gave up and admitted she wasn’t gadget
>I instead pretended she was gadget and told her everything i wanted to tell her but wasn’t interested in saying to her face.
>Ok, well technically this was pretty mean
>And i did end it kinda humorously
>Eventually informing “Gadget” that blondie’s feet stank something awful and she really needed to spend more time and care on them.
>Increasingly getting more ridiculous
>Insulting her “Horns”, claiming she needed to trim her fingernails more often, and noting the girl’s incapability of not being flatulent frequently.
>She quietly took the insults
>Like a trooper
>But eventually, on something menial. I think i pointed out blondie’s hair was always an awful mess and she really needed to brush it more often
>She got the hint
>Her hair was perfect, spent hours sometimes combing that
>No hair out of place
>She realized i knew, and was fucking with her
>So she spoke
>”Ass-”
>I jump on it
>”Hi blondie”
>A cheery announcement from myself, boner long subsided and simple glee in my entertainment for the night
>Poor girl
>She thought i was actually complimenting her
>I guess instead of being nice i ended up tormenting her all the same, just emotionally instead of physically
>I’m actually irked at her
>Annoyed because she didn’t take my previous advice, so i note it again
>”You gave me a blowjob… blondie”
>Not that i hated it or anything
>I tell her real quick
>But i point out she pretty much soiled her first time experience by pretending to be gadget, because i would have treated her differently if i ha-
>She interrupts me
>Not a calm interruption, a screech
>”YEAH, I KNOW YOU-ASS”
>A surprising harpy’s scream towards me and my note that i liked to make things special for inexperienced women
>something i didn’t realize up until that moment, might have been a war crime.
>Taken aback almost, i halt my speech
>She shrilly continues anyway
>”You would have stopped long ago if you didn’t think i was gadget, you just like her more”
>I try to interrupt
>But she continues
>”SHUT UP, YOU HATE ME!”
>Pretty sure she hits the shift key so hard she breaks it
>poor girl’s stuck in caps lock for the rest of the conversation
>”YOU DONT EVEN TOUCH ME”
>”YOU JUST LIKE HER MORE, BECAUSE SHE’S CUTER”
>i try to interject the actual true point that blondie’s technically cuter most the time
>Doesn’t happen
>It’s a comical thought
>That she’s nearly completely naked, arguing that she’s not cute and that i like other girls more
>and i can’t actually see her to compare
>So i’m just arbitrarily deciding she’s cuter
>Which she is
>Blondie takes a moment to confirm what i already assumed
>”I JUST WANTED TO KNOW, WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE LOVED”
>…
>…
>She didn’t actually yell this anons
>Caps lock was just on
>And she was a rather timid girl, announcing in a rather loud voice her lack of experience in the subject
>The same issue she’d brought up time and time again
>The reason she almost vanished in vegas without a trace, or tried to get on my good side all trip.
>She’s in hurt girl mode
>Probably crying
>So i do the best thing i know to cure the problem
>Tell her to shut the fuck up.
>She takes this about as well as a panda bear in an african zoo
>So she shuts up and refuses to mate with anyone
>Stupid pandas
>Adorable as shit but refuse to continue the species.
>Blondie gets my usual speech
>Which is actually rather simple
>”You didn’t… actually hurt me yet”
>”So… i would have totally fucked ya”
>Even though i point out it would have been so meaningless and insignificant if i didn’t realize it was her first it would literally just be sex
>She points out she doesn’t care
>I point out she should
>End it with a “The only reason i’m not embracing you right now… is that glasses stole the condoms”
>A snort
>A chuckle, and a “Fuck you” is the response i get to that
>Then a very good point
>”You fucked gadget fine didn’t you though”
>I want to argue
>Plenty of thoughts in my head
>But none of them come through properly
>”She wanted it” wasn’t really a good excuse
>”She said she was safe”
>That one wasn’t great either
>Maybe i could get away with
>”We would have really cute babies”
>But i feel like that’s pushing it
>Even if the babies were really really cute
>Instead i give up on thinking and decide #2 is the way to claim
>”She said it was safe”
>I mumble to blondie, trying to sound as sincere as possible
>As if the only reason i wasn’t making her moan my name at this very moment was the issue of contraception, and not virginity
>Even if it was a tad bit of both.
>Blondie already knew what i was going to pick
>Had a counterpoint ready
>A really obvious one actually
>”You saw, stupid”
>Thanks
>I see too, and am a plank used for simple up and down playground movements
>I don’t realize until she words it out, that what she means by “Saw” is that i’d actually witnessed her having a period
>At the same time as gadget
>So they were both safe oooohhh
>Or…
>Not safe
>Blondie eloquently declares herself as “Fertile”
>Or more politely, the “Don’t have sex with or cum in me” speech
>Maybe i have that backwards
>But she makes no attempt to cuddle closer than we’ve been lying, sharing a pillow yet facing completely different directions.
>Which means one of them is wrong
>Gadget, probably
>Blondie has that superior first world education system going for her
>Probably knows how vaginas work better than a third world denzien
>or worse
>I’m suddenly much more worried about the entire thing than i had been before
>Sowing doubts in my head
>Thanks blondie
>I’ll obviously have to clear it up with gadget later
>I offer the other solution
>Sex + not cumming inside
>Blah blah blah the pleasure of
>Blondie doesn’t seem interested
>Although she does scoot closer
>And wrap legs around me
>She doesn’t ask for sex, or imply sex is something we should be agreeing to
>Just hugs, and curls her legs around my own
>Drifting off to sleep alone.
>Probably to murder me in my sleep.
>who would have guessed that wouldn’t have been her.
>Blondie doesn’t actually fall asleep
>It’s more of a murmuring snooze, and she quietly squeezes her legs during the nap
>Telling me many things
>That she wants me, her legs enjoy squeezing, and that she’s capable of minor feats of lower body strength.
>I ignore it mostly
>Thinking about what she’s said
>About not being safe herself
>That gets me
>Worries me because of what gadget had said before
>One of them had to be wrong
>Both bled at the same time of the month
>So one of them must have been right, and the other wrong
>There was either a safe period or there wasn’t
>Fuck
>Blondie doesn’t elaborate
>But i’m going to need to get gadget to, she’s gotta make absolute sure i didn’t just co-sign for delicious brown babies.
>Raven wouldn’t have forgiven that at all.
>In one of the miraculously idiotic reactions of the human body in this kind of situation
>A cute mostly-naked girl holding you close for comfort with both of you missing lower garments
>Who has indeed told you that in-no-small terms she’s not alright with unprotected sex and has drifted off into an eyes closed completely disappointed embrace to try to force herself to sleep in your arms.
>Couldn’t even see her
>Just could smell the lavender and faint scented oak notes along the hair she’d most likely have in a ruffled mess right in front of my nose.
>One of her arms over my side gripping a piece of shirt around my ribs
>The other curled up next to us, holding onto nothing
>Both legs tangled in mine, one over the other.
>I instantly achieved a boner thinking about the entire thing
>Problem with the boner was the way we were lying
>Her legs wrapped around mine just-so
>Lying higher than me slightly, obviously a requirement to her inclination to rest her head against my shoulder after her rather violent outburst about me hating her.
>I felt many things as that erection came to pass
>Her grip on my ribs tightened slightly
>Her other arm slid between us and grasped my lower shoulder from the front
>pulling me closer, ever so slightly in a face to face embrace, where she was looking entirely downward
>Her head against my shoulder, aiming down towards my chest.
>What was closest wasn’t anything up top
>The sounds of one another breathing, the quiet noises she was making as she gripped me tighter
>Rustling
>That’s all we got from up above
>Our lower torsos were much closer, lying side by side
>And the problem with that, is that my uncontrollable hardon did it’s little rising thing
>Changing angles forward until it was pointing up, and quickly stopped
>Nestled right between her thighs, a crease that wasn’t exactly soaking wet
>More of a moist sticky, if that makes sense
>any attempt at moving away with the tiniest muscle movements was resisted, and granted with only a bit of unsticking first.
>Not that i wanted to move away
>Even though i should
>Because blondie went back to that cute little sound she was making earlier
>The whimper.
>Just a tiny little sound
>But she was fully awake, more so than she let on
>A tug on my shoulder, a lift of her head
>No longer facing downward
>But facing me instead, a little breath and a scootch forward with her chest and her hips
>That got two gasps
>One out of me, and one out of her
>Third fucking time this trip isn’t it
>Third fucking time i’ve had my penis between her legs without sex, and this is the only time i’ve actually known its her at the time.
>The only time we’ve willingly continued
>Never the one to not-ruin sex with interesting quips
>I point this out
>She doesn’t laugh, more of a strangled hah if anything
>Thumps me lightly on the chest with one of her hands, and calls me a “Jerk” for the observation
>Duh
>I tell her to unwrap her legs and clamp them tightly though, so we can both get better friction without doing the deed itself.
>Repositioning later, it’s done
>And i don’t take the first thrust
>She does
>Like i said, sticky, not slippery
>Far far too much friction
>Everything rubbing against me is torture, the little bit of stubble she has left, the currently dry thighs, and the actual place they get that glue they use on the back of post-it-notes
>From the source itself i guess
>She seems completely into it, bit of a grind here, and a hip wiggle there
>Which i’m sure feels great for her
>Me… not so much
>I have to stop the entire erotic process, and reach down between our legs to see what i can do about this
>Mostly prod her with some fingers
>Little tiny “Eeps” and an oddly toned “S..stop” as i try to retrieve lubrication with two fingers
>Give a bit of poke at the entrance, the doors won’t open, i’m locked out.
>They don’t fit
>Because sticky seemingly means she’s not wet enough to penetrate with fingers even
>As odd as this sounds, i’m not sure i’ve been at this exact predicament before
>Where a girl isn’t wet enough to actually finger
>Like usually getting to this point involves so much foreplay that’s not even a problem
>But i guess we’d skipped that, or… not skipped that
>Or…
>Well this situation was just confusing.
>In that case, if she wasn’t enjoying it, or wasn’t actually dripping-wet-aroused
>That means all those sounds she’s making
>-.-
>Are probably fake, or forced
>Yuck
>Suddenly this became far less cutesy erotic almost-sex and just became a chore of politics again
>I give her a shake
>”You’re not wet, you know…”
>Not that she shouldn’t be
>Her breath was shallow and high paced until this moment
>Heartbeat quick and steady, and movements obviously forward
>She was the one pressing forward after all, the one who started.
>But she wasn’t enjoying it
>Whatthefuck
>She doesn’t respond to my accusations
>I realize i might be attacking some level of self-esteem that i’d previously not known existed
>But having trouble “Getting in the mood” might be a thing
>”Might be”
>But thinking back to blondie actually
>Naw
>She’s left puddles on me throughout this entire trip, no way she’s got a problem like that
>Just right now
>My fingers haven’t been helping in the least either.
>Rubbing absent minded circles across that various squishy pieces down below
>Little flaps of skin, ridges, curves, and although i attempted a bit of clit play, she seemed to squirm violently at the first attempt.
>So not in the mood confirmed.
>I wouldn’t have been able to have sex with her even if i had condoms and thought she was gadget i guess.
>Not sure if that’s a good thing
>Or a bad thing
>I give up on it, kick her legs off mine and return to lying on my back
>Staring up into the darkness
>It doesn’t help that she whimpers again, and quietly harumphs a “Told you… you like gadget more”
>I’m not entirely sure how to address that
>Do i tell her that her vagina faucet isn’t working and she needs to call up the district water provider?
>Or do i play it off as myself not being interested enough in her to get anywhere.
>So pretty much
>Blame it on her
>OR blame it on her
>I don’t think either of those solutions are very good at the moment
>But if i don’t answer at all, she’ll assume it’s the second one entirely, and if i do say something, she’ll assume she’s broken and can’t be fixed
>Thus, only one option
>I pick answer #3
>Blame it on her.
>Experience wise i go through a rough draft of thoughts in my head
>Girls, emotions, sex
>I come to the conclusion i should have made minutes ago
>”You’re too nervous”
>A phrase that the second i mention it, sounds perfectly right in this situation
>OF course she would be nervous, she was pretending to be gadget and nearly scared out of her mind i would find out.
>Tie that into trying to throw away her firsts like halloween candy, and you’ve got a girl too busy thinking about sex to actually get around to enjoying the act itself.
>So, interested, forcing herself along, and not enjoying any of it but pretending she was
>):
>Only one thing to do in this situation
>I take her hand, balled into a fist
>Then fist-bump with her, rings connecting
>WONDER TWIN POWERS, ACTIVATE
>For me
>”Shape of, A stallion!”
>Blondie completes it with a
>Form of, an ocean!”
>Then some purpley explosions happen and to our dismay we realize the guy is always the one who changed into water based things
>So that’s really not going to help at all is it
>Damnit
>So my lap now sitting in a puddle of water, and her newly formed stallion cock reaching the ceiling, i’m pretty sure the moment is ruined
>I’m sure there’s something i should be doing
>Awkward jokes (like that one), comforting words or some kind of magical speech that makes bitches wet
>Shame i don’t have an extra fat kid with a supersoaker lying around
>It’s far less funny than i’m making it out to be, because it really is us both lying there awkwardly after completely failing to have relations with one another.
>I can’t really come up with anything to help this time
>Blondie takes a shot
>An idea kinda, a mumbling offer more like it
>”It’s my fault…. let me… umm…”
>Then she drones off into the distance
>Contemplating or forgetting entirely what she was going to say.
>My thoughts exactly blondie
>My thoughts exactly
>We’re interrupted by the door into the house opening again
>Light flooding the garage once more.
>This is followed by footsteps
>Multiples, or just one single clomping pair
>Who knows
>I’d like to pretend that blondie and i looked up started to hide ourselves
>Or threw a blanket over myself staring at the ceiling, morning glory evident, and her pantless as well, on her side and emptily looking towards me
>But we didn’t
>I didn’t bother moving
>I don’t even look as someone pins a forehead to the window
>A dull thud as they do
>And the exceptionally loud “FUCK YOU” that rings through the glass when she does
>Lol
>I sure hope that’s raven, that would be so ridiculous she’d deserve it to no end.
>Although the thought that she and glasses had been in the afterthroes of not having sex kinda depressed me twice what this current situation had for me.
>The footsteps clomp away
>Garage door slams, and someone yells “THEY’RE NOT HERE”
>Cute
>Thanks whoever that was…
>But the garage light doesn’t go out
>What does happen, is the car door closest to me is flung wide open
>Jeeze
>No privacy, i swear
>I figure it’s raven, or
>Yeah probably raven
>She’s not really interrupting much of anything
>Just awkward failures for teenagers in this car it seems
>Well she’s not interrupting anything until she decides to interrupt everything with a very heartfelt
>”I’M GOING TO KILL YOU”
>Which i mean
>Considering raven, didn’t really sound much like raven
>And wasn’t raven actually
>Blondie, always the optimistic one, politely asks if she could be first.
>Seems i was indeed that bad
>Doubly so because the hands that quickly find and grasp my throat, not even closing the car door behind them.
>Definitely seem intent on strangling me to death
>Again
>Freckles -.-
>So you know, seemingly twice as interested in murdering me as she was before
>No aubrey with a stool to save me
>Blondie apathetic and probably going to let me die anyway
>It’s her job
>Only hope is that she decides she can’t let freckles kill me because that means she won’t get paid or something.
>Plus i’m not quite sure blondie was altogether in a mood up for saving me.
>I couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling, or what her sulking moments were before freckles barged in.
>Least i can see now i guess
>I try the same attack i used the first time
>Rear my leg in, pull it under the girl nearly straddling me, then extend my knee
>Kick her in the gut as hard as possible
>She doesn’t let go
>Just like last time
>But she does move this time
>Angle’s completely different
>That clip in the gut changes to a full out push.
>Then a lift, as her back legs and lower torso lift off the floor of the car
>Then higher, as i manage to jam the small of her back against the roof, and in some kind of crazy tumble she pulls herself forward using my neck, and turns completely over
>Ending up behind me, upside down on the back row of seats.
>Still trying to hold my neck, but failing.
>I laugh
>In that twisted kind of way where the situation’s absurd and there’s nothing to do but laugh
>Then i’m up, her grip far too weak to hold me down
>Kneeling in front of her, i grab her neck
>It’s draped off the seat
>Comically at crotch level, which she reminds me of with a spit of words
>”GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE”
>A screech that could make koolaid hot. Or chocolate milk into strawberry.
>Pretty sure it killed my boner
>Rape not that hot
>However, contemplating decisions. I guess it was freckles
>With two thumbs, i press into the soft bits of flesh right where her throat meets her chin
>Force her jaws open, and her incessant complaining to cease.
>I’m not entirely sure what i was thinking
>Loss of politeness into one of those situations where i’m slowly losing it i guess
>I politely inform her
>”You just tried to kill me… again”
>I’m squeezing vocal cords, so she can breathe perfectly fine
>But words come out as chokes and coughs instead.
>Then always the gentleman, i ask her nicely
>”What would happen if i shoved my dick down your throat?”
>a serious option at the moment
>One i kinda didn’t mind the consequences of, because seriously fuck this boozed up coked out bitch right now
>She wouldn’t even remember probably
>Let a bit of pressure off her larynx, for a moment, and she coughs out a response
>”Iddd byitee it”
>A slurred response, but understandable
>I could probably still pin my fingers in her jaw and hold hard enough that biting would be extremely painful
>not sure if that would really be that fun though
>Not that i get a chance to try
>Her lower hips are draped over the top of the seat
>Like i said she’s completely upside down because i just kind of kicked her up and over myself, and she didn’t get to move before i got up and pinned her back.
>So when her hands reach out to grab the edge of the seat, i’m not entirely sure what she’s doing
>Just watching the sights in front of me, the clothing she’s seemingly decided to be wearing at this very moment
>Panties, bright orange (lol) with a giant damp spot in the middle, and a t-shirt that in her upside down position has pretty much slid down to the edge of her tits
>So really just a huge expanse of skin to stare at
>What i don’t realize, is she was hauling herself upwards and forwards with her hands
>So when her legs tip towards me instead of backwards, and that crotch comes for my face with a vengeance
>I wasn’t even ready for it.
>A thump and damp spot contacts my nose, then her weight shoves me over backwards and to the floor
>Herself ending up on top of me
>Probably perfect 69 position if she hadn’t just pretty sure broken my nose.
>It wasn’t really nearly as delightfully coincidental as you would think though
>If we remember, freckles didn’t exactly have a… delightful
>uhh
>Flavor to her
>IF she was giving off those pheromones that attract anyone, it definitely wasn’t me
>Because instead of it being an inviting musk that makes you want to get closer and take a lick, instead there was absolutely one thing i wanted to do
>Escape
>Nose to crotch too much
>So i try to pull free, which ends up is impossible
>She’s got her legs wrapped around my shoulders, so i can’t fucking squirm free
>plus, she’s trying to fucking sit up
>Ain’t gonna let that happen
>She asked for trouble, i make it double
>Wrap my legs around her head too, and force her into my stomach
>Sadly, our heights don’t match, so she’s not jammed into my crotch
>But it’s just as good.
>Stalemate, and the sounds we’re both making attest to that
>It becomes less of a war of holding one another still, and more of my hands grasping her buttocks
>To the tune of yelling and cursing somewhere into my stomach
>I had no interest in the booty, just in one thing
>Shoving her forward
>It hurt like hell, mostly my nose
>Which was smashed and in some form of agonizing pain from having a full 115 pound girl dropped on it.
>A grinding agony later i get it free, instant relief from the pain, and i’ve made it to some kind of non crotch clearing
>Between the thighs mostly
>It’s just a testament to my life that having your face between the thighs of a girl would be immensely more satisfying than having your face buried in her crotch
>Unluckily for freckles, hands on her buttocks or not. She’s been shoved downwards
>Making up for the height difference, and putting her face to face with my crotch
>The screaming means its working.
>You can kinda just imagine the various screaming profanities and terms coming out of her mouth
>Rape was definitely one of them
>Her favorite i think
>If i had a prehensile cock i would dickslap her multiple times right here
>Just over and over
>tfw no prehensile penis to slap lesbian feminazis
>She was kicking and screaming up such a storm i gave up and let go of her.
>Worried mostly the kicks up near my face were going to cause me bodily injury, as she’d long since released my end.
>Nothing she actually said was too interesting, just angry and loud
>And nothing she did was interesting either, just rolling over and shouting up a storm the entire way
>Finally ending up on her back, panting, blondie long retreated from the battle raging in her previous napping spot.
>Freckles, like a good little essay writer, reiterated her thesis
>This time with emphasis
>”I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU”
>She’s up real quick, with a punch flying towards my face
>This girl doesn’t give up
>I probably accidentally murdered her family or something
>I can’t even remember what i did to make her this angry.
>Peed in her cornflakes maybe
>My thinking is interrupted only by my roll to safety from the punch
>Which isn’t really safety since i run out of room and she still clips me in the ear
>Which hurts like FUCK
>It leaves her open though, for another knee into the sternum
>This one she takes with a less-than-graceful umph
>The glorious sound of air rushing out of her lungs as she collapses back onto her knees
>I fackle with a pincer attack
>Which is super effective, because i end up straddling her stomach, legs far out of kicking range and arms pinned by each of my own
>Back to me winning i guess
>I try not to remind myself that yes, indeed i do have a throbbing erection pressed against the smooth skin above her bellybutton.
>Time for words and less slightly erotic except
>As i wipe the smears of liquid off my nose onto my shoulder, wincing in pain the entire time.
>Somehow still pretty disgusting and arousing at the same time, combat to the death
>The body says yes, but the spirit is crushed.
>I ask freckles, who isn’t even looking at me
>Head turned, eyes focusing on the ground, or one of the arms i have pinned
>”So? You wana tell me what’s wrong?”
>Not that she even responds
>But i tackle in an extra tease
>”Come on, if you do i’ll give you a kiss and make it all better”
>Tormenting the poor trapped girl
>She reacts to this
>Turns upward and spits in my face
>Well…
>Tries
>The glob she tries to hurl makes it about a third of the way before gravity wins and it slaps back down to her cheek
>Absolutely disgusting
>But hilarious
>I can’t stop laughing as she squeezes her eyes closed when it happens, grimaces and twists her head to the side to wipe it off.
>But she does start talking after that
>”YOU, you’re the problem!”
>lol
>i just smile to piss her off, and wait for her to explain better than facts i already knew.
>She furiously takes the bait and explains the actual problem
>”Aubrey”
>”After what YOU DID, she went upstairs ALONE and locked me OUT”
>…
>What i did
>Bitch she hit you over the back of the head with a bar stool
>implying freckles remembers that
>Then there’s some more bits about how she doesn’t ever want to talk to her again
>Wasn’t working out
>Ect
>Ect
>Essentially the two day fling they’d been having quickly fell apart under the influence of drugs, alcohol and men.
>I’m not sure i’m surprised
>But she seems to be, and has decided that the only way to take out her current anger at losing her temporary two day happiest-i’ve-ever-been soulmate is to murder me.
>Violently
>I ruin her fun by explaining that bit about aubrey technically hitting her with a barstool because she was trying to kill me before.
>That does wonders for her temperament
>Firstly she gets angrier, because now it seems i’ve reinforced the fact that aubrey chose ME over her.
>Even if i hurriedly clarify it was more of a “Not murdering me” compared to “Murdering me”
>Secondly, freckles breaks out sobbing
>Which actually
>I’d never seen her do, huh.
>Threat neutralized, i kinda let go
>Figure i’m being a dick
>Mighta actually broken her heart
>I take polite efforts to remove myself from pinning her down and subjecting her to the forceful patriarchy ways.
>She doesn’t hesitate to sit upright
>I’m half worried she’ll attack again, but for the moment she seems somewhat spayed
>a quick, but mostly emotionless
>”YOU’RE DISGUSTING”
>Informs me she’s still emotionally intact, on the inside.
>That makes me smile, but also realize i’ve completely forgotten my promise
>”One sec, commere” I mention towards her
>Implying she would listen
>OR give me anything but a fiery death stare of a thousand green needles.
>Eh, fine have it your way
>Three seconds of a very awkward tackle and i pin her down again, hands free this time
>I say two things
>One is
>”Don’t complain”
>And the second is
>”I’ll tell you a secret if you kiss me willingly”
>She condescendingly chuckles a “Why would i ever kiss YOU!”
>Expected really
>but i give her a second chance
>Note quite calmly with a grin
>”Because i said i’d kiss you and make you feel better if you told me what’s wrong”
>I also note that i usually keep my promises
>Most the time
>Kinda
>She eyes me suspiciously
>Trying to decide if it’s some kind of trick, or some kind of me fucking with her more.
>Personally i just want to crush her stupid self anti-me ego and kiss me
>Make me feel better, anyway
>She hates me so much, crushing something like that just seems fun
>Who knows what goes through her head
>Nothing i can read from her eyes, or anything else
>She just drops her frown, tears still wet on the sides of her cheeks.
>Then i feel her hand move, and before i know it she’s got my storyballs held hostage.
>….
>GOODBYE LONELY ANONS
>With two seconds to escape before inevitable doom, i try to roll over
>She follows me
>Pins me to the ground instead
>ROLE REVERSAL
>still has my balls though
>PANIC, PANIC, PA-
>She silences my squirming and attempts to get free with a kiss
>An actual kiss
>Not just some lips pressed up against one another, she jams her mouth to mine and forces entry with her tongue
>Which i have no other choice but to accept
>She’s violently attacking me with her mouth almost, hands still gripping firmly on my crotch and ready to squeeze at any moment, i can’t do anything but accept it.
>Tongue attacking
>The taste of chocolate, red wine and a minty taste i can’t place at that very moment.
>She doesn’t kiss me for very long, but it’s not like that mattered
>I asked for a kiss
>she gave me a kiss
>And she says so, sitting upright and wiping off her mouth on her sleeve
>An oddly turquoise fire in her eyes, maybe reflecting my blue.
>That moment lasts forever
>Or until she squeezes, and i yelp
>Not hard, but enough to remind me she had control of the situation as she asks what oh what my little secret could be.
>I Quickly ask which room birthday went to sleep in.
>To which freckles explains, and i’m safe
>I sigh in relief, worried she wouldn’t be, but i’m lucky.
>I knew it
>I point out calmly that the closets are linked and she can get in and “Visit” from another room.
>Freckles looks at me oddly
>Then eyes widen, and she releases her grasp on my aching jewels
>Rolls right off of me, out the open car door and up the garage stairs, opens and slams the door closed.
>Not even a goodbye
>First thing i do
>Hand to my crotch, make sure my beauties were alright
>Both crocodiles present, crikey that was a close one.
>Next up is look upwards
>Crane my neck backwards
>Take stock of the situation
>Blondie is sitting japanese style over in the corner, sitting on her heels and staring at me wide eyed
>Oh right, she’s been here the entire time.
>I’m kinda upside down, so she looks more or less normal
>I mean she’s still got the jacket on, a white one, which i realize instantly isn’t gadget’s
>Hers, she has a white jacket she wears sometimes too.
>It’s zipped halfway down her chest, and there’s just the hints of breasts on either side of the zipper.
>10/10 modestly attractive attire.
>What i technically couldn’t see was her crotch, since the jacket was bundled up there a bit.
>Which she changed for me
>Sitting forward, then moving to hands and knees facing me
>Front of the jacket draping down, and giving me a FAR far more delightful view than i’d previously been treated to
>Aka a full frontal view of blondie’s modest (but dear god were they attractive) cleavage.
>She’s got a worried look on her face, or a mixture of worry and something else i just can’t place as she crawls towards me.
>What i do notice is that now she’s up and moving, i can get a look between her legs
>Can’t really get a good look at the crotch because of angle and the shifting jacket actually
>):
>But i do notice her thighs, have what seems to be a shiny slickness along them.
>…
>Confirmed by her instant addressment towards me as she ends up on all fours above my face
>Me still trying to stare at her tits, but don’t tell her that
>”Are you ok?” is the first question she asks
>Not waiting for an answer before jumping to the second
>”That… was… uhh…”
>She drones off
>As usual, but blushes pure crimson with her thoughts
>So i finish it for her, i get it
>”Hot”
>She nods
>Who would have fucking guessed
>Blondie gets off on-
>Wait, let me double check.
>Sliding my free hand up her leg just confirms my suspicions.
>But i ask anyway.
>”The fighting?”
>She nods
>Yep, who would have FUCKING guessed
>Blondie gets off on people trying to kill one another.
Update #67 : October 22nd
Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/14227136
>That’s kinda cute actually
>Getting off on killing people, maybe we’re more alike than i previously thought blondie.
>Eww
>Actually
>I shake that head from my thought
>Eww Eww Eww
>Not that i can actually verbally complain because blondie’s kneeling right above me on all fours
>One of her hands rising to her hair, the strands that are most definitely cascading down and tickling my nose as this angle
>It’s adorable
>And i want to sneeze
>Not that i get a chance
>She leans down, and connects lips with me
>Romantic right
>Not really
>Her hair was totally in the way, and i’ll be honest we got an entire strand stuck between us
>That means a kiss completely ruined by hair that tastes like what seems to be rose and lavender shampoo
>But i mean those flavors alone probably are awful
>But it’s shampoo so it’s BITTER and SOAPY
>A sputtering spitting mess i am
>Blondie realizes her fatal mistake of forgetting she’s a girl and her hair tastes awful
>which you know what i’m not sure that’s even a mistake that i would contemplate on a daily basis
>But she pulls back, strands of hair wet and sticking all over my lips until she pulls far enough away
>ewww
>Well not really it’s just hair
>But EWWWWW
>I would point out she’s blushing but honestly you figured that out i’m sure by the fact that she’s once more screwed up a cute little personal experience
>Unlike her usual freezing up and refusing to function self, she rectifies it however
>Slides a hand across her hair and bundles it up behind her, draping lightly down her shoulder as she holds it behind her head
>Then leans in for another kiss
>Now we could always pretend she made it all the way
>Got a cute little backup kiss she intended, but
>You know blondie
>Truth be told the hair wasn’t just in my mouth when she came down the first time
>It was in my eyes, my face, and i squeezed them shut
>Sputtering with delicious shampoo i decided the best course of action was obviously the logical one
>Sit up straight and kiss her normally
>So i sat myself up
>Lying on my back to leaning forward, the same position you would enter when doing a crunch or a situp
>As she, well
>She did her blondie thing, and came down.
>You know, the usual
>Klunk
>Just enough time for me and her to do the most romantic of the kisses
>Foreheads only
>See that’s important, because it lets you know two great things
>1). Whoever’s the thick headed one wins
>Then it doesn’t matter because…
>Well i found out, the hard way
>A lovely vibration and crack as skulls collide
>Really hard
>Because with a giant fucking YELP i jumped the fuck back
>To the floor of course, rolling sideways grasping my head
>”BLONDIE” i shout
>”YOU CLUMSY FOOL”
>My brain racks through the pain to decide how to handle this as i squeeze my eyes shut and clasp my forehead
>Blondie hit me
>And that REALLY hurt.
>Sitting upright again, slowly this time
>I don’t hit anything on the way up, which means i’m safe
>She’s not hovering over me, or waiting for me to get up.
>Or…
>Making any sounds at all actually
>Squeezing my left eye open i find out why
>I seem to have the harder head
>So she’s unconscious anons
>Just fucking out like a light
>Lying face down, legs literally folded underneath her in some kind of cat-like crouching dragon hidden tiger position.
>Impressive really
>Because i’m seeing double right now, and there’s technically two of her
>And i’m TWICE as worried i’ve killed her
>Vision swimming back and forth as i try to confirm that there’s no bone fragments or puddles of blood anywhere, and she’s just out.
>Still that’s like
>SUPER BAD for you
>[spoiler]Super bad[/spoiler]
>No blood, no crushed skull, just unconscious blonde girl
>Do i scream for help?
>Do i call an ambulance?
>I’m not sure if i should be panicking or laughing
>Crying or trying to wake her up, i’ve honestly no clue.
>My head’s pounding, my vision still isn’t sitting straight, and…
>[spoiler]Well going unconscious isn’t anything like it is in the movies anons[/spoiler]
>well
>She blinked, which means she’s probably alive, and probably awake
>Phew
>Or a zombie
>….
>First thing she does is groan
>An empty “ARUUGGHHHH”
>Full of the OW THAT FUCKING HURT emotion
>Next thing she does is ask where the nearest supply of brains is
>Kind of a “Brrraaaaaaaaaayyyyy” sound
>No N, but i assume she lost that part of motor function during her death.
>I understand however
>I point out that you could probably find a mexican market or something, maybe a british place and pick up some headcheese…
>She responds by stretching her arms and pushing herself upright
>Almost returning to crawling on all fours before arching her back and putting her head back down to the floor again
>With another “Owwww…”
>Muffled into the blanket.
>):
>Was actually my fault she got hurt for once, i feel bad.
>She gives up on trying to sit upright and tumbles down sideways, legs folded to her side
>Sure there’s dynamics involved about exactly which angles she was presenting bits and pieces of herself for my viewing pleasure
>Technically if i had been looking properly i would have seen quite a show
>But i wasn’t because my fucking head HURT
>Headache pounding like a jackhammer, and vision still swimming
>Eyes just jammed closed after i saw her roll and moan
>Probably wants more brains
>Personally i could use another one at this very moment
>Finally feeling like i could probably see again, i open my eyes again
>Blondie’s lying on her side, quietly
>Not holding her head as i would have thought, not even close
>She’s got hands wrapped around her stomach again
>……
>Worried, i reach over
>Ideally to…
>Well fuck it’s just one of those things you do, you reach out because you somehow believe you can alleviate pain by touching other people
>Miracle healing
>Which i wasn’t capable of it seems
>My hand on her shoulder did nothing to stop the grimace she was showing.
>So i did the next best thing, and scooped her up
>Lifted her into my arms
>Would be really cute if she didn’t squirm instantly and force me to drop her
>):
>Frankly around blondie NEITHER of us can do anything right
>Not sure what she wants me to do
>Moaning out little “owws” and “Ummphs” squirming around on the floor
>Not holding her head
>I quickly rack up everything i could have possibly hurt in her stomach, cramps, nerves, muscles, anything.
>Nothing
>I’ve got no clue, so i, being a typical male, admit defeat and ask for directions
>”Where does it hurt?”
>She clears that up perfectly fine
>”MY HEAD, WHERE ELSE YOU IDIOT”
>…
>R…
>Right, clutching your stomach and claiming your head hurts
>That’s brilliant blondie, and you call me the i-
>…
>Come to think of it, does holding your head do anything?
>Maybe clutching your stomach makes your head feel better, because clutching your head sure doesn’t do anything
>Wow
>Sitting there with a throbbing headache i realize that i could fondle my god damn feet and it would help my head hurting just about as much as touching my head.
>Maybe more, since it would distract me from the pain.
>Or you know what else would distract me from my head hurting?
>Blondie’s claw like grasp
>And a fistfull of sharp fingernails embedded in my knee
>Yeah
>That would do it
>i squeal a little bit myself
>Mostly the fingernails, just blondie saying “Hi”
>And her accompanying “You ruined it… you… you just… you ruined it”
>Not a happy sound
>Morose, Sorrowful, or just plain unbelieving that i’d managed to fuck up what seemed to be going perfectly well by sitting upright far too quickly
>In fairness it was her hair in my eyes
>All’s fair in bounty hunting i guess.
>She finally sits upright
>Avoids eye contact completely, and leans over towards the pile of clothing she’s left
>Three movements and she’s retrieved and equipped what seems to be a piece of lower body armor
>Blocks most of the visible electromagnetic spectrum
>Light based attacks probably ineffectual against her now
>Still means she’s done
>Still means i’m done
>I grab my boxers and pants and do the same
>Cringing every time i even stretch my face because my skull hurts as the skin pulls along it
>Seriously
>Like i’ve never realized how many muscles in your face you use to put on your pants, i must have been making “Ooohs” and “Ahhs” in expressions all my life
>Because SHIT my forehead hurt when i put in my second leg.
>Quietly retrieving the rest of my clothing earns me a full loadout
>And still no words spoken or eye contact between us
>Something about some situations being so awkward that they’ll just never ever ever stop being weird.
>Try to have sex with girl pretending to be other girl
>No condoms
>Can’t get other girl wet
>Have to fight off angry redhead
>Accidentally knock one another out
>Call one another stupid idiots
>Sexytimes over
>We both seem to unanimously agree in different ways
>I say “We’re not talking about this… with anyone”
>She’s almost interrupting me with “We… this didn’t happen”
>I understand this situation
>The silent shame we’ve connected to one another with, the overbearing pressure of self doubt we’ll now always have in any kind of situation.
>Knowing we’ll probably both ruin it equally well in different ways
>That trickle of doubt
>I slide out of the car, door still open but who cares at this point
>Turn to say goodbye, or offer her another time, or say something else
>Anything
>But i don’t
>I know the way this works, and she doesn’t make eye contact still
>We’re both embarrassed
>We must leave and never return.
>Stumbling
>Wandering aimlessly, Â no purpose into the house again
>Fucked up my own night i guess
>I leave blondie out in the car, i don’t really care what happens just that i don’t see her again for maybe 7-8 hours until my head stops hurting and the concussion kicks in.
>Then we’ll have both forgotten that trifle bit of nuisance
>Good ol memory loss
>My oldest… youngest friend.
>The house is dark except for a light in the kitchen
>Someone left it on, or left it to be polite for anyone who wanted to wake up and get a drink or something
>I do just that
>Orange juice
>Pour, Chug, delicious.
>Now what
>Seriously that was as far as my plan goes
>Nobody else is downstairs, or here with the lights on.
>I’m just alone down here, who knows how late it is.
>*sigh*
>I wander into the living room, figure i’ll judge the mess
>Switch on the li-
>There’s no mess
>It’s fucking spotless
>Everything where it belongs
>….
>There’s even two half finished glasses of wine on the table, but nobody’s here to be drinking them.
>Went to bed i guess
>No harm then
>I chug them both.
>Wander over to the bathroom and excuse myself for a moment
>Aka i walk out of your field of view for a mini bit of private loo useage
>Returning into the camera shot, i’ve got no clue what to do next
>Check for a bedroom i guess
>Somewhere to sleep
>Bottom floor first
>Door closed, and locked i find out, trying the doorhandle.
>Right
>Occupied
>On to the next.
>Upstairs seems to be the same thing
>Occupied and locked
>Occupied and locked
>Occupied and locked
>I give up, seriously, there’s nothing left
>Couch it is for me… unless
>there’s actually one more room up here but it’s just some dingy little guest room with a pull out bed that’s currently out.
>Like the house had one too many rooms and they said screw it, put another bedroom in.
>Or maybe it used to be a nursery or something
>Bed
>Or couch again
>-.-
>I pick bed, because i’m tired and my back kinda hurts and my head is pounding and the music is too loud and i’m completely done with everyone
>Gonna lock the door and not get up.
>Trying my hardest not to angrily stomp down the hallway, i reach the end, open the door (unlocked, phew) and slide in.
>Close it behind me, lock it thirty times and stumble around in the dark for a while
>finally encountering a bed
>which i collapse into, warm, comfy, soft, with blankets… already… ruffled
>And…
>someone in it.
>*Takes a deep breath*
>I’m about to ask who it is
>who i’ve fucking slipped into bed with to ruin my night.
>But actually i realize i don’t fucking care
>Just gonna tell them to shut the fuck up and not roll around too much
>I’m going to be-
>I don’t get a single word off
>Not one
>Because whoever it is, is fully awake.
>reaches over to find me first
>Decide via touch who i am
>One hand finds my shoulder, and the other finds my chest
>Flat of course
>Superior flat storybro chest
>Ultimate disguise, because the girl in bed with me exclaims almost softly
>A curious question, ascertaining my identity as a female i am most certainly not.
>”Raven?”
>….
>…….
>Out of all the fucking rooms i’ve chosen
>D… do i play along?
>Why would i play along? Is there any benefit to pretending to be raven?
>Why isn’t raven in this room
>Let alone the more important question, WHY has glasses changed rooms?!
>That’s as good as any question i’m going to ask, but quickly those hands find my shoulders
>Then a grasp at my shirt, and i’m pulled close
>Not that i squirm
>Or fight
>Or do anything to resist as i’m curtly informed in a sleepy voice that “I’ve been missed”
>and that glasses was proverbially waiting for me.
>Oh and i’m kissed
>Not a great kiss, more of a forceful her lips against mine
>Interrupted rather quickly when she realized whos lips they were.
>Aka not ravens
>Although i guess i was the next best thing, close enough right?
>She didn’t seem to think so.
>”Ss… Storybro!?”
>h… hi glasses!
>Sure there were plenty of things that could have been going through my mind at that moment
>How fucked i probably was, how much drama she was going to cause, and how angry i should be at her for taking the condoms
>But they weren’t
>Nope
>I was trying to figure out if she recognized me by my lips
>Or if her deductive reasoning powers realized they weren’t raven’s lips and therefore they must have been mine
>Serious question
>Are my lips kissably smooth or not
>I need to know
>Maybe ask her?
>She’s preoccupied with the fact that she’s just kissed me thinking i was raven
>Probably that bit about not being raven.
>I’m sorry you’re grounded and your girlfriend couldn’t make it here tonight glasses
>Maybe i could be your girlfriend tonight?
>By that i mean i simply steal half the blanket and threaten her with death if she doesn’t let me just go to sleep
>Implying she listens
>Shocked silence in the darkness, or a plan i can’t see her concocting
>Or something else
>Whatever it is, Raven obviously never showed up
>I wrap blankets around myself and attempt to sleep
>Glasses quiet breathing in the darkness, she’s probably facing me.
>TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT.
>Minutes
>Days
>Hours later
>I feel a hand, a secret hand
>A secret slimy hand trying to sneak its way over to my side of the bed
>I catch it with my whiskers sixth sense of hands trying to do things while you’re probably asleep
>I have one of those
>Only works sometimes ):
>Usually catches glasses every time, like now
>When i calmly break the silence by addressing her
>”Glasses”
>She pauses, my whiskers sensing her hand frozen in midair
>”IF you so much as touch me, you’re sleeping on the couch”
>She doesn’t respond, but her hand does.
>I whisker as that hand whisks away
>Off into the darkness, to her side of the bed where it belongs
>Then silence again, as i wait once more to fall asleep
>Safely erecting my anti-hand shields in my drowsiness
>They don’t however, do what i need them to do
>They work on hands sure, maybe a foot if i tried hard
>But not an entire girl
>Within moments i find my entire body wrapped in a blanket beside my head
>And pinned in a hugging leg-wrapped embrace by the girl i’ve mistakenly trying to go to sleep next to
>Her words
>”I’m not touching you”
>I know she’s not
>But i hate her anyway.
Update #68 : October 23rd
Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/14245604
>My attempts at sleeping are just going to be thwarted
>Already are
>Like a childish brother in the backseat of a car, she’s now playing that game
>The “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU” game, where they inch fingers close enough to your eyeball to make you shrink away completely, but never quite make contact
>Although in this case she’s got some kind of ulterior motive that doesn’t involve poking my eye out
>I would hope
>I like my eyes
>Her quiet whisper confirms my suspicions, or the terror i’d already amassed in my mind
>”Raven never came, you know…”
>If she was anything other than sincere, i couldn’t tell.
>A quiet sadness involved every word she said, my opinion?
>Loneliness
>Quietly waiting up here in bed, listening to the chaos below and having someone i promised to bring up never come.
>Or not listening to the chaos at all
>Probably fell asleep and i’d just woken her lying down, made sense why she would sleepily decide i was raven
>Deduction powers not on full yet.
>So i didn’t snicker back at her like a good older brother would
>No “Moomm make him stop!” into the darkness
>Instead i just ducked my head forward, into the mass of straight brown hair i couldn’t see but knew existed
>Found in that flurry her shirt, or shoulder, and whatever delicious skin accompanied it
>Took big mouthful and bit down.
>Her: “wh… ow”
>Her: “ow! ow!”
>Her: “OW, ST-”
>Each mention of the word “Ow” more pained, frantic and accompanied finally by shoving and a full release of my body constraints
>Aka Escape, successful
>Rolling free of the blankets, i heft myself off the bed in full intention of just finding raven then
>She’s sleeping somewhere else, might as well just cuddle with her and fuck this game, i’m tired.
>Pretend i snuck in while she was fast asleep and she can throw a tantrum in the morning
>Or something awfully loud and noisy for everyone to hear
>Stomping out of the room, glasses calls out to me one last time
>”She won’t take you back you know…”
>Literally
>FUCK YOU GLASSES
>I snap as loudly as i can yell back into the room behind me, who cares who i wake
>Into the hallway, i snap on the light and decide to figure out which room raven is in.
>That’s not hard
>What i didn’t notice on the way up was that the entire hall was actually littered in various articles of clothing
>Messy piles near each door, various articles people had shed in drunken, or coke induced stupors
>Whichever ones they’d picked
>One of the doors seems to be aubrey’s pants, and some sweater i don’t recognize
>Nothing from freckles, but then again she used the side door to the…
>Oh you clever girl
>She locked both rooms so nobody could sneak in on her through the closet
>Which means gadget’s in that second room probably fast asleep
>And then raven is across the-
>Wait no, gadget’s jacket is sitting at the door to the room across the hall.
>so she’s over there and raven is-
>Raven’s clothing-
>Is…
>Also sitting outside the door with gadget’s jacket
>…
>…
>Well
>I’m not sure how i’m supposed to feel about that
>Knock maybe?
>So of course, i figure i might as well knock
>I do, quietly
>*Knock Knock*
>”Who’s there?”
>”Banana”
>So i try again louder
>*Knock Knock*
>”Who’s there?”
>”Banana”
>Still no appropriate response
>So i try a third time
>*Knock! Knock!*
>This time someone speaks up
>Raven, obviously, accompanied by a diluted groan from what sounds like gadget inside, just waking up.
>An unbearably sleepy request to leave her alone
>”GO AwAY!”
>…
>Orange you glad i’m fucking your new best friend too?
>I slam the door behind me, lock it as loudly as i did entering again.
>Announce simply “When i get into that bed, you better be naked”
>Not that she seems to argue, or question my motive or anything
>The rustling from the sheets assuring me she’s complying with my request as i toss my own shirt across the room.
>Then everything else.
>No tact whatsoever, no fucking foreplay
>I’m done with all of that for the night
>Stride across the room, crawling into bed in one swift movement
>I reach across the bundle of blankets in the middle towards the girl i know is here.
>Find her with a hand on her stomach
>I slide it, upward, catching fingers on her bellybutton before tracing a line straight to her chest
>Bare breasts
>She followed my orders properly
>For once.
>I pin as much flesh between my fingers as i can and squeeze harshly
>A sharp inhale from her, possibly through clenched teeth, or a bit upper lip
>I give a yank, not some kind of harsh pain inducing thing
>Just a collective tug on her chest, encouraging her to scoot closer
>Close enough for me to decide she needs to be face down
>Orders she surprisingly follows too.
>I quickly go through a list of possible girls i could have somehow mistaken her for this time
>But there’s an easy way to figure that out
>I drop a hand between her legs, avoiding entirely the goal and instead rubbing a clear path across her navel
>She’s not shaved
>This strikes me as completely fucking odd, but it confirms that indeed i’m probably with the girl i think i’m with
>Or the other girl i don’t know the pubic situation of.
>So? I call her name obviously
>Confirming my selection
>”Aubrey! You going to be my little toy for the night?”
>Pitch silence
>And darkness
>Before a wiggle of her hips says most-likely-yes
>Accompanied by a whimper
>I chuckle to myself with how obedient she’s being
>Even after what i’ve said
>Hah
>I’m not entirely sure i want to break the curious spell, so i don’t say anything else
>Just place a guiding hand on the small of her back, encourage her to lift her butt just a little bit higher
>No words needed
>She understands, and gets ready for the monster card i’ve put down in defense.
>A repositioning of myself, a bit of hip-wise matching, and i figure she’s probably fine for a spell or two
>AKA i prepare for dicking
>Or dickery
>No fuss, nothing fancy. I just play my Madou Senshi Breaker card
>And draw
>MONSTA KARDO
>She happens to receive the full force of pretty much my entire penis.
>Which is cool i guess
>She fits it roughly to the base, i mean maybe a little outside unless i force it up against the spongy wall at the end of the tunnel
>But other than that, pretty decent fit
>The usual attributes of a vagina, Hot, warm, wet, happy.
>Ect
>Mostly it’s just the fact that i’ve kinda given up and just said fuck it, literally.
>DURO
>Draw again, another monster card
>So of course i thrust.
>DURO
>MONSTA KARDO
>DURO
>MONSTA KARDO
>”HANATE, YUGII!!”
>Aka stop
>The girl i’ve quite forcefully started railing from behind asks me nicely to stop
>HANASE
>But she won’t
>She dons a voice of inquisition, humbly requesting a sacrifice from my end.
>”i… i want to do it facing you, idiot”
>*sigh*
>”You’ve fucking ruined it”
>I tell her that
>Firstly, there’s no fucking accent
>Aubrey always has an accent if she’s doing anything she would be embarrassed doing
>I’m just going down the list, paused with my penis half inside half out.
>Secondly
>You’re pretending to be AUBREY not BLONDIE.
>”Drat!”
>She breaks into chortles anyway
>Collapsing facefirst into the bed in chuckling laughter.
>I’m giggling too, just a bit
>I give the other half of the plunge, just because i can
>And she interrupts her laughter to verbally give off what seems to be an “oooowuh” sound.
>Sounds delightful
>Girls sound awesome during sex, every time i swear they’re having a better time than i am
>[spoiler]They are[/spoiler]
>Second thrust returns her to arms crossed lifted off the bed, and an “mmmm” kinda sound
>Then an “ahhh”
>I briefly wonder if she was serious about the facing one another thing
>Not that i have to for very long
>Thrust #6 throws a “Wait!” statement.
>Error handling catches it.
>Instead of a “S..storybro i love you please kiss me while we make love”
>I get the more usual answer
>”I hate this position”
>Which usually means the same thing
>She’s at no loss for lubrication, i can practically feel it dripping down my legs alongside hers with every thrust.
>So i assume she just meant the love-you one.
>Or i’m that good
>I grab a leg anyway
>Force her to lose her balance as i leave one on the bed, and haul the other up and over my shoulder
>Different position
>No effort involved
>Yay!
>Problem with just wanting to fuck someone is that it tends to be rather boring
>Hot sweaty sex just to get off, you can describe it a million ways and yet it’s no fun unless it’s your first, or you’ve seduced your sister, mother, or brother for the night.
>Fun part about the girl i had right now was that i’d told myself i wouldn’t
>Argued with her, fended her off, fought tooth and nail not to stick my dick in her, for the good of humanity.
>No matter her plans
>That’s kinda like a taboo i guess?
>Personal boundaries broken
>She wasn’t just a down and dirty fuck i guess
>A groan from her, panting from me
>I flipped her over, tried a different angle
>Missionary i guess
>Absolutely disgusting right?
>Only sounds in the room were her
>The rustling of the bedsheets, the grinding umphs as i made an exceptionally forceful thrust
>Something i decided was worth doing after the cute little sounds she was making.
>It was intense, feverish and almost entirely one-goal sex
>To get off of course
>And boy we did, or me at least
>I never figured out with her because this was the first time i’d touched her since the sleepover
>Didn’t know those rules, sounds and patterns to follow
>Without much of a warning, or a pretend to care about how she was doing, i grabbed anything i could hold onto
>Hips
>A hand on her shoulder, a firm grip and squeezes
>Then shoved my own hips forward, connected perfectly for who knows how many seconds as i quite honestly filled her the fuck up.
>That’s always the first orgasm when you get together with someone you’ve been with before, but not in so long that you’re empty, mindless
>You both have a grinding screaming quick and dirty get-off session together
>That’s always the first
>Then you come to that startling post-orgasm clarity
>Your penis loses control of the situation, and your brain starts telling you things like “Oh right this vagina belongs to someone” and “Man i hope she doesn’t want breakfast in the morning”
>That’s the regret stage, just momentarily really
>Because you’re probably still hard, and you’ve probably had a bit of stirring in your loins
>I sure did
>Leaned forward and ended my rather selfish orgasm by touching my lips to hers.
>Her turn
>See, problem with that first selfish orgasm is if you get off first.
>She’s still at that lust fueled stage of sex and hasn’t calmed down yet
>So if you’re not down to play round #2, you’ve just become a shit lover.
>Or in glasses’ case, round 4-7
>I quickly found a hand on my shoulder, a firm shove and i did an alerion roll
>Ended up on my back, with her very-much pinning me down from up top.
>Hot
>Doubly so with that little hip-grind she does, even if it sounds like a crackling ticklish mess where we’re still both connected
>Flipped me over without me even softening and leaving her cooch, post orgasm
>Impressive in ways mere mortal men will ever know.
>Triply so when two hands end up on my chest, and she reminds me how great being the bottom bitch is with a lift and hard drop of her hips.
>I’m sure i’ve already gone over how being able to orgasm multiple times as a male doesn’t exactly make the experience that much better
>It all turns into exercise past the first
>Unless
>The girl lets you take the first, and gives you the second.
>A trick that none of them seem to learn, and the ones who know it don’t share.
>You’re fucking tired after you get off
>So giving a girl a second O is tedious as shit, even if you’re still hard.
>Glasses takes her first, second and third with me lying down and doing almost nothing.
>Big one first, the one i forgot
>That’s a shuddering gasp, although not really much verbal sound behind it.
>Second one i only felt as a fluttering squeeze, and a minute pause in her attempts to beat the world pushup championship with the way her arms were on my chest.
>Then three was when i got around to helping
>Thrusting here, pulling her twice as forcefully downward with hands on her hips, shoving her upward after each one.
>That one was completely quiet, nothing to say she’d had one at all
>Besides her collapsing on my chest in a heaving gasping pile of “Dear god i need air”
>My turn again i guess
>Give her a shove, flip her back to her stomach
>The quiet little gasps informing me she had her head to the side and not straight down
>Arms not entirely supporting her weight anymore, just flourished to her sides
>Possibly gripping sheets, who knew
>What i do know as i enter from behind, is that i’m an absolute idiot
>Mostly because i came inside of her the first time
>Not for the reason you think.
>No, seriously
>Never, EVER, ever EVER EVER, come inside a girl if you plan to have more than one round of fun.
>It just fucking ruins it for both of you
>Sure i mean i was technically having hot sex with an exceptionally attractive female
>Pleasure of getting off inside a girl, mentally and physically is intense too
>But then the friction’s RUINED
>Ruined i say!
>No matter what, semen seems to be a ridiculously slimy and slippery lube
>And like using oil-based lube, the friction is completely gone.
>So i was regretting my mistake as the only sensation i was feeling was the slow buildup of torment that was fapping with no hands
>No sensations of various erogenous zones, no fun for having the darn thing fully buried
>Just a boring “Going to get off eventually sensation”
>That eventually came
>Not that i cared much at that point
>Thrusting from above kinda leaves you in no position to count what she’s feeling, even if the legs are over your shoulders the entire time.
>Gasps sure
>Moans she wouldn’t stop giving off
>A couple “Harders” and “Fasters” in a few places
>I made my best effort to ignore her when she asks for those things
>(NEVER EVER LISTEN TO A GIRL WHEN SHE WANTS MORE)
>(unless you’re literally clueless, then she probably knows best)
>It’s more of a game you play between the one another
>Not that she doesn’t actually want it harder or anything, but you’re denying that
>Denial = good
>The goal is getting to the end, so making the race longer makes all the runners feel more accomplished, right?
>Wrong
>But pretend it’s right
>I hit the ending and did my own little version of collapsing gasping upon her chest
>Breasts cushioning my fall, and guiding me into a safe landing.
>Didn’t feel like an accomplishment at all.
>I just wanted to get it straight with myself that the only reason i fucked her was because i…
>Wanted to
>Terrible excuse
>Million reasons why i wanted to in my head, but they all fit
>exhausted, and fully willing to sleep, i roll off and find a pillow
>Don’t even want to talk about it, fuck that, i want a nap
>She doesn’t exactly have that same line of thought
>A rustle
>a movement and she’s turned over to the bedside table and clicked on the light
>A flood of brightness, penetrates my eyelids through the pillow somehow
>what, seriously what could i ever want to discuss after that.
>My arms hurt, my hips hurt, my left foot might be sprained, my stomach feels like someone’s kicked me in the gut and i think my head might be back to hurting again.
>Doesn’t matter
>I get a hand on my shoulder, and my shoulder gets shaken awake
>Brings me with it
>”Whaaattttttttt” groaning i return to the world of the living.
>Not even looking at her, until she shifts me over and forces one of my eyes open
>”Ask me how many!”
>…
>Alright fine i’m kinda curious anyway
>”How many?”
>She holds up 10 fingers.
>Bullshi-
>I’m about to say, when she closes both palms into fists
>Holding them both up, she opens one again
>Five fingers on it.
>….
>Then she opens the second
>Two more fingers
>…
>Then she closes both hands, and opens one more
>Two more fingers
>Right
>Sarcasm from me
>”So i gave you ten thousand five hundred and eleven orgasms?”
>Dropping into my not-amused voice,
>”I only got two, you selfish asshole”
>Seriously
>She’s either fucking with me
>Had 19
>Or is fucking with me.
>Knowing glasses, the all-of-the-above answer D). isn’t too far fetched
>She accompanies her fingers with a quick lean forward
>Head on my back, cheek against my shoulder blade and hair falling every which way
>Resting, using me as a pillow
>”My plan, tomorrow, will be great!”
>yeah, sure glasses
>whatever you say
>”Thanks…too, i needed-”
>I shut her up with a grunt
>Let me lazily go to after sleep sex pls
>Denied, refused, whatever it is she does.
>I do fall asleep, so whatever that was it waits for me to peacefully drift off
>Content
>and not angry at only one girl in the house
>Not the one sleeping next to me however.
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