>Raven didn't hold her hand out for very long
>Really it was just enough time for me to see it, and realize
what it was before she made the appropriate "Eww" sounds and held
her hand out into the cascading water.
>Blondie and myself just latch our eyes onto that hand and watch
in mesmerizing intensity
>Raven can only turn her head away and look at the corner
abashedly
>No scrubbing, no hand rubbing, she just holds her palm
outstretched until the water has peeled off and removed all
traces of the guilt.

>Without even a word, raven gets up again and tilts the shower
head towards the corner and just leaves it there
>The hot water hits the tile wall in the characteristic big
sideways puddle, with the sides leaking down in little streams
and rivers.
>Washing away the dirty deed indeed

>Well, guilt hidden, it's like nothing ever happened
>Raven is looking at me with quite a high-impact level of guilt
on her face
>Eyes are contracted slightly, mouth turned down into a frown at
the corners, chin and cheeks scrunched up.

>Her eyes have the quality of being exceptionally expressive,
they're twinkling in a sad sort of melancholy way
>Her eyes tell me i'm making a similar face
>Her eyes tell me we're idiots for not cleaning that up
>Her eyes tell me that we probably scared the ghost out of
blondie when she touched the wall and realized what it was.
>Her eyes tell me that it would have been a thousand times better
even if birthday girl's parents had come back and found the mess.
>Without a word i was guilting just as badly as if we had just
had a five hour screaming match.


>The eye communication continues
>Mind you, this wasn't just over a couple seconds

>I was kneeling on the ground with my legs open
>Blondie was still mostly on the ground and naked
>She had her body at an angle to mine, and had her head and upper
back propped up on my thigh with my other knee at her side.

.[spoiler]Anons keep asking what she looks like in more
detail[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]She was beautiful in a real sort of "Cute" way, the
most easily relatable comparison i can make is to a real-life
Winry Rockbell from (Fullmetal Alchemist)[/spoiler]
>I was soaked through to the bone in just a t-shirt and some very
wet and tight jeans
>[spoiler]If you don't realize the thermodynamics involved in
jeans and water, they shrink like 15% in hot water[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] and these weren't loose baggy jeans, i was a skinny
kid so i had to grab pairs that had tight waists to fit and not
slide off my delicious flat hips.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Aint no skinny jeans though, i wasn't one of THOSE
kids, don't worry anons[/spoiler]

>Raven was soaked to the bone as well
>Her pants were holding up pretty well to the water and weren't
transparent or anything
>But her white shirt was soaked all the way through
>You know what this means anons
>[spoiler]The cups of her bra were prominently displaying,
because she was still wearing one remember[/spoiler]
>Back to the lack of conversation at hand
>Raven and i were silent for a good bit of time before blondie
eventually came to some sort of mental conclusion
>Blondie looks up with an expectant mask on.
>The one where your eyes go a little wider, your cheeks relax and
your mouth keeps a perfect straight line while you're waiting for
a response.
>"That was you last night wasn't it?" Were the words that tumbled
out of her mouth

>They weren't even together in the right order, but my brain had
rearranged them into the correct places and the exact thing i
didn't want to hear.
>I'm in real danger of causing some catastrophic feels here.
>Mind you this was a girl that had only received kindness from
me.
>Blondie had personally gone out of her way to try to secure my
affections multiple times
>She had singled me out for kisses and show her affections in
various ways.
>In return she had only caused me severe, and oftentimes
extremely dangerous bodily harm, and yet i had still returned her
affections with smiles.
>I had saved her ass (literally) from Birthday girl
>Taken the heat off her for the kitchen incident, and hadn't told
a soul about either of the cabinet assassination attempts.
>Not to mention i had shown up in the living room and grabbed her
hand to take her with me
>Ran across the house with her hand in hand, hidden in a closet
(an extremely intimate game of hide and seek)
>Then once again "Rescued" her from Glasses.
>To top it off, she had just come back from quite a nasty fall,
in my arms with my face being the first thing she sees.
>If there was a word to describe what blondie was feeling right
now, it was "Special"

>The words "Loved" come to mind as well
>This girl had someone seemingly single her out for attention and
treat her as if she was the most important girl in the world.
>Even though she was a gigantic fuck up in her own.
>This wasn't true at all, but it was the way things had played
out from her eyes.
>There is no real way to describe these feelings, but by-god i'll
try [spoiler]when[/spoiler] if we get to it.
>But right now i was holding a very emotionally fragile girl in
my arms
>One that felt at that very moment she was the center of my
attention, and that my answer teetered on the brink of shattering
that illusion for her
>Well, who was i to crush her hopes and dreams
>Well there were two answers i could pick from
>"Yep"
>Oh fuck i didn't mean to say that answer
>Why didn't i deny it
>Whats wrong with me

>Alright, now i'm in dangerous waters
>Blondie's face changes from "questioning" to "confused"
>I can see cracks beginning to form in her heart of crystal
glass, and watch as she's internally struggling to not have it
shatter.
>There's a couple emotions going across her face, fear, anger, ,
she's probably working at light speed making connections and
tearing apart everything she had convinced herself
>I've got to act quickly to stop this trainwreck
>I assume my most calm and collected tone
>"Relax, its perfectly normal"
>Her face disagrees with me
>She's tying strings together in her head, to the time i spent up
with raven and glasses, to the kisses i had shared with all the
other women in front of her.
>"After you fell asleep in my arms, you were on my mind"

>"And... you know"
>Blondie isn't making faces anymore
>Her face is kinda blank actually
>Straight lips, not even looking at me correctly just kind of
staring through me
>I did just kind of imply i fapped to her in the shower
>This would have been the perfect romantic moment
>Thousand birds singing praises overhead for how well i had
handled it
>Guaranteed a spot in Valhalla for my quick thinking and bravery
>I'd be telling stories of this moment as i chomped on giant
turkey legs the size of my head.
>One problem
>Raven

>I didn't even realize at the time. Only after looking back can i
understand what a doomed world i had consigned myself to.
>I had been friends with raven for years, and she was far from
emotionally stable
>Her self esteem was rock bottom most the time, i was probably
the only thing keeping her from falling apart most days seeing as
i had known her since i was very young.
>Tough life, crappy parents, few good friends, small breasts
(which i didn't actually find out about until this sleepover)
>In retrospect, she was probably hiding them from me by wearing a
Bra, that's just the kind of thing raven would do.
>Think about that for a second anons.
>Now here i was in a shower with another naked girl in my arms
>and i had just completely ruined the moment we had shared
earlier, and pretended it was about someone else.
>Are you screaming at your monitor calling me an idiot yet?

>No?
>Just wait, you will be.
>I had taken a Loving romantic crescendo to a first time sexual
experience for a girl, and completely smashed it against a wall.
>Not just any girl, one that had thrown herself at me sexually to
try to remain relevant when glasses was involved.
>That wasn't her being slutty anons, that was her trying
desperately to shift the attention of the boy she'd been (i can
only assume) crushing on for years.
>You don't need to read minds to know what raven was feeling
right now
>Cheap
>Used
>Throwaway
>Unimportant
>Very un-special

>Needless to say, i didn't even look at raven
>My eyes were focused on blondie, and my mind was working full
speed to try to alleviate Blondie's misgivings.
>I wasn't really even thinking about raven, i thought she would
understand at the time.
>Where as in reality raven and blondie had probably traded hearts
from a moment ago
>Where blondie's was warm and bubbling again, Raven's was indeed
a shattered crystal.
>The pieces were as scattered and broken as the shampoo bottles
and toiletries scattered across the shower with us.
>[spoiler] There is no such thing as a harem where you can juggle
the affections of all the girls anons[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] No matter what faces they show on the outside, one of
them loves you far more than the rest [/spoiler]
>[spoiler] but she'll hide it and bury her pain in fake smiles
and the illusion of happiness, just to make you happy[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] because she thinks it what you want[/spoiler]

>Blondie was bubbling, a smile on her face once again
>From my peripheral vision ,i watched as raven dropped the
tenseness in her legs and her kneel fell into a seated position,
legs gently splayed out to either side.
>This was the moment you could actually see her heart rip in
half.
>Thinking i'd just averted the crisis of a lifetime, i look up
towards raven.
>She's got her eyes turned downwards, looking at what seems to be
blondie's face
>It's got a look of what i see as concentration on it, nothing i
can read properly.
>I assume she's just worried about blondie's reaction like i was
>I figure its time we stop sitting around wet and cold on the
shower floor, so it's time to get up.
>I stand up, and give blondie a firm hand and a yank and she's up
as well
>I extend a hand to raven as well, but i'm too slow as she just
rocks forward on her knees and is up in an instant on her own.

>We're all standing awkwardly in the shower now
>I'll be honest and say that although i was soaking wet and in a
shower with two other women
>I really was not interested in a shower
>My mind was doing bellyflops trying to keep my stories straight
in my head and make sure i hadn't screwed anything up.
>Seemed alright to me
>Raven seemed lost in thought as well, probably trying to make
sure i didn't screw anything up too.
>That's my raven, Always a bro.
>Blondie turns the showerhead back towards us and blasts us away
from contemplation and back to the moment.
>"I... i didn't finish showering" , Blondie turns flamingo pink
when she says this, i didn't even know colors like that were
possible with human bodies.

>If she had stood on one leg and spread out her wings i could
have mistaken her for the real thing.
>She's not sure what she's supposed to be doing
>Raven and i are just kinda standing there in part of the shower
with her
>It's probably extremely embarrassing, i understand the color
change.
>"I... i'm going to continue"
>A very long pause of silence
>"You can stay if you want, just... close the door"

>Invitation to engage in hot-shower scene with blondie sent

>"Its alright..."
>Application harshly denied by Raven
>This is alright by my book
>I was in way too much emotional turmoil, with all the heroic
saving of unconscious girls and all
>Raven and i get our shit together and are about to head out the
shower door
>Blondie reaches for and grabs the peppermint soap
>Oh no, not again
>I notice, and grab her hand to stop her
>"Don't use this one, it's cold"
>Blondie looks at me appreciatively, real tender glimmering in
her eyes and reaches for a different bottle.
>I look over to make sure raven isn't giving anything away
>If she had said anything at all about the soap it would have
ruined everything
>Blondie would have instantly put two and two together and all my
work would be for naught
>It would have been a word-for-word dramatic anime scene.
>On my mind there was a 100% chance raven would say something, or
make a face, or stop blondie
>She didn't even make a peep or look in blondie's direction
>Phew, i am so lucky

>We're still soaking wet as we exit the shower stall
>Raven just sits down on the edge of the giant bathtub and stares
forward
>She mumbles something about staying and concussions or
something.
>I don't need to hear it all to agree, so i trot over to the
bathroom door
>Leaving puddles the entire way there
>And i close and lock it, leave more puddles and join raven on
the edge of the bathtub.
>She's staring off into space

>Dripping puddles onto the floor at her feet.
>I join her
>The bathroom is very warm and steamy so we're completely
comfortable sitting here in soaking wet clothes
>I stare off at the opposite wall, the wisps of steam in the
bathroom air trickling between opaqueness and transparency
>The wisps form clouds, billow around the room in various
patterns and my mind even ties them to shapes and things, clouds,
trees.
>I can't imagine what raven is seeing, but i know she must be
having the same kind of "Lost in thought" experience i am.
>I'm just enjoying another moment of quiet company with my best
childhood friend.

>I try to make smalltalk, she seems disinterested so i leave her
to her thoughts
>Seven, eight minutes pass like this
>I'm sneaking glances at blondie through the still-open shower
door, but not really in a perverted way
>I'm really just making sure she's not concocting any more
shampoo bombs
>But nonetheless, i seem to have full permission to watch a girl
shower.

>I wouldn't be male if i didn't happily take the chance
>Before we jump into it being the most erotic thing ever, it
really wasn't.
>Its hard to describe, i was watching with half fascination and
half arousal
>She really showered like any other one of us would, lathered up
everything and washed it off
>She didn't lean up against the shower wall and masturbate
furiously while staring intently in my direction.
>She didn't bend over teasingly and wiggle her cute buttocks at
me invitingly.
>She even paid far less attention to her privates than i would
have liked, just soaped em up and gave em a thorough wash

>But when she got to shampooing her hair
>That was the most interesting part
>See, blondie had long creamy blonde hair.
>[spoiler]In case that wasn't obvious[/spoiler]

>And how long you take to shower is exactly proportionate to how
much hair you have.
>So i was treated to an elegant and very attractive girl, putting
the amount of effort into cleaning her hair that a male would
spend washing his entire body.
>Shampoo, scrub, straighten out with her hands
>Rinse
>Straighten out again, make sure its not tangled
>Conditioner
>Scrub
>She then let it sit while she finished washing the rest of her
body, her hair just fluffed up in a frothy white bun on the top
of her head and draping around her shoulders.
>I didn't even know you were supposed to let conditioner sit on
your hair until i saw her do this.

>The entire scene was just interesting to me
>I was actually taking notes
>I wasn't being very subtle about staring though
>The girl sitting right next to me knew full well what i was
looking at
>I didn't hear a peep though, or feel an angry glare.
>As far as i could tell, raven was watching blondie shower too.
>Unluckily, our wet clothes are a tad chilly after watching
blondie obviously enjoy quite a large amount of hot water
>I suggest we take them off and get towels or something
>This sentiment is mirrored by raven and we get to undressing
>She gets her shirt off, i get my shirt off
>I try my pants
>Stuck
>Oh no
>Zipper is stuck in the upper crack near the button
>Can't unbutton them because they're extremely tight and there's
no give in the waistband when they're wet, hot, and then cold
again.
>[spoiler]Yes, hot, then cold is VERY BAD for clothing
sizes.[/spoiler]

>To make it worse, i can't seem to get a good enough footing or
grip on anything in the bathroom to pull them or force them down
>Raven sees my predicament and lets out an overdramatic
exasperated sigh
>She offers to help too though, i guess that's good.
>The resulting position for taking off wet jeans can only be
described as Hilarious
>I'm lying on my back on the ground with one arm firmly wedged
under the bottom ledge of the sink cupboard, and the other around
the back end of the bathtub
>My thighs are completely together and Raven has her hands, one
on either side of my waist with as many fingers dug into the
waistband as possible.
>Her head is hovering right above my crotch and her arms are
bent, because it gives her the best leverage

>She pulls
>I hold tight
>She holds tight
>I pull
>Inch by painful inch, we manage to slip  the pants down over my
hips to the squishy muscles of my thighs
>These don't give any resistance compared to the bones, so the
rest is easy going.
>Raven gets my pants down about four inches
>My pubic hair is visible, as well as an obvious boner at this
point
>She stops
>Gets up
>Tells me "You can do the rest"

>Turns away from me
>And continues undressing



>She's helped enough though, i wriggle out of the rest of the way
until i can pop the button and escape the tight confines of
jean-imprisonment.
>I then get up fully naked and walk over to the towel rack
>Many things didn't cross my mind at this moment
>For instance, it didn't cross my mind that Raven had just
stopped helping me because she realized i had an erection because
i was watching Blondie shower
>It didn't cross my mind that she felt insignificant because she
was still nearly fully clothed at that point, and had no
involvement in my arousal
>It didn't cross my mind that she had lost me to a Blonde, blue
eyed beauty with decently sized breasts.
>It didn't cross my mind that she couldn't compare, or compete
>But it crossed her mind.
>I was thinking absolutely none of these things as i handed a
fluffy white towel to the stark naked and stunningly beautiful
friend of mine.
>But she was thinking about them

>Raven snatched the towel out of my hand
>Wrapped it around herself in an instant, hiding her charms
>And returned to sitting and staring into the distance.
>Uh oh
>As thick as i was, i realized something was bugging her
>I throw down a couple towels to soak up the puddles we were
creating everywhere, set down another towel on the counter beside
me and returned to sitting with raven.
>I try to strike up another conversation with her
>No matter what i ask or say, i get either nothing, or one word
responses.
>I put my hand on her bare leg
>she's got goosebumps
>she scoots over a foot and breaks contact almost instantly.
>FUCK


>Now i know i fucked up
>My mind is racking itself trying to find the loose end i didn't
tie up
>Did i say something, was she mad at me for looking at blondie
>There are no clues here
>I have no guide, anything i say can and will be used against me
in the court of law[spoiler]ve[/spoiler]
>I know for a fact i'm going to have to take the bait and start
asking questions
>I'm putting the pieces together, i'm analyzing when she started
showing the negative motions, comments and even the way she had
held herself in the last half hour.
>My male brain is performing complicated analysis calculations
that only women should ever be doing.
>And my male brain is failing at it horribly.
>She's not a stupid girl, she knows she's being very obvious with
her body language

>I try to get her attention again
>"Hey...."
>No response
>"Raven... what's wrong?"
>[spoiler] i almost never use her full name, shes now fully aware
that i'm onto her[/spoiler]
>She turns to look at me
>She's got a smile on
>Her mouth is curved upwards, her cheeks are pulled back
>Her eyelids perk up, shes even got her head tilted back a tiny
bit looking up at me so i can see the bottom of her nose.
>Every muscle in her face is smiling or working to reinforce the
smile.
>But her eyes
>Her green eyes are crying
>Not just crying, they're not welling up with tears, they're not
shimmering.
>But they're crying nothenless
>Worst of all
>Raven didn't smile like that

>She didn't use all of her face, or not like she was now.
>Her lips were wrong, her eyebrows were too high, her cheeks were
too pulled back.
>When i looked into her smiling face, one thing happened
>My heart, my soul, every fiber in my body cracked
>When i looked into her eyes
>Everything shattered
>"NOT ME" i was screaming on the inside
>She didn't smile like that AT ME
>She didn't smile like that BECAUSE OF ME
>Every fiber of my being hurt
>I was in complete denial
>"not that smile" i kept telling myself
>"she doesn't use that smile with me"

>If there was one look that could have broken my heart at that
moment
>that was it, that was all i needed
>I wasn't just heartbroken anons.

>I had a dagger piercing through my chest, burning hot in pain.

>Have you ever been heartbroken?
>[spoiler] it comes to my mind that some of you anons have never
had your hearts really broken, had a real love actually
end[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]you should be glad, it's not something i would wish
upon anyone[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Its not inaccurately named, when your heart is broken
your heart actually feels like its breaking.[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] for whatever reason, when your body shuts off the
feel-good love chemical, you have a slight imbalance in the
chemical composition of your blood[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Essentially an acid that was being countered before, or
is only being created now, is flooding your bloodstream,
accompanying your severe depression and emotional
trauma[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] This happens instantly, i don't know how or why, or
what the chemical really is, but it circulates through your
blood, almost a real physical manifestation of your
pain[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] and with every beat of your heart, it sizzles away at
your heart muscles and strings[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]Some people can even die from this, you often hear of
elderly couples passing close to one another, or men in lifelong
relationships having heart attacks when the spouse passes
away[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]I'm not making this up, its called "Broken Heart
Syndrome" and its a real thing[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] Heartache is not a phrase, or a saying. The pain is
real and it feels like someone's stabbed you right through the
heart, and it doesn't end for days[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] Right now as i retell for you to read, i want you to
know that i'm feeling the same pain, the same throbbing dullness
that i did back then.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler] But you don't realize why yet[/spoiler]

>You see i was for all intents and purposes a snivelling crying
mess on the floor right now
>I wasn't, i was still staring at her face, this wasn't even a
second that had passed.
>If there was anything i ever wanted to do that moment, it was
shrink into a puddle on the ground and die.
>I had seen that smile only a couple times before
>She had used it when we were younger, playing together in my
houses yard one summer.
> when i had grabbed her waist to help her climb a tree and she
had winced.
>I asked what was wrong then too
>I got the same smile. The same contorted mask of fake happiness.
>The same face carefully constructed to pretend there was nothing
wrong.

>I had asked her time and time again that day because i had known
even back then.
>That she just wanted me to think everything was alright, that
everything was happy.
>It wasn't until later that day when we were sitting in my
treehouse admiring the view of the neighborhood.
>We only had an hour or so of good sunlight left and she had to
go home soon.
>So she scoots over to the window to admire our kingdom of
backyards and rooftops from our suburban perch.
>I slide in beside her and end up squeezing her against the
window frame a bit
>"Oww" Was the yelp that i got in return
>And i knew i hadn't even hurt her, we hung out in this treehouse
all the time , she was made of tougher stuff than me most days.
>I knew something was wrong, and demanded she let me see.
>Thats when she showed me the bruises


>Raven didn't go home that night
>I told my parents and i was too young to really know what was
involved
>All i know is that she stayed with us for a week, was the
happiest i'd seen her in ages.
>It was like having the little sister i'd always wanted.
>But the bad comes with the good just as much
>We both knew things would change, we just didn't focus on it in
that innocent childlike way.
>Her father was put away
>Every so often he would get drunk, increasingly more after he
lost his job.
>The story was that he didn't love her, thought she wasn't his,
illegitimate and ugly and hated her.
>I never understood "Ugly", but i guess when you think a child
isn't yours it weighs on your standards.
>He would take out his pent up anger at the world on her,
sometimes with his hands, sometimes with whatever was around.
>Her mother wasn't even aware the abuse was happening
>Raven had hid it from everyone, because no matter what was
happening she still loved her father.
>You don't really ever stop loving someone, even if they hurt
you.
>The mother received the house and all his money, and eventually
raven went home in a sad sort of happy way.

>She was still the friend i had always had
>But i understood all the little things now
>Why she hated her self image, why she had low self esteem
>[spoiler]the kind of personality raven has is a direct result of
this influence on her childhood, you can see what kind of havoc
it wreaked[/spoiler]
>Eventually her mother remarried and her stepfather loved her and
treated her as one of his own. (He had a bunch of kids already,
so that was very honorable of him really)
>But that kind of thing doesn't ever go away.
>And now she was smiling at me like that
>I had caused it
>There are really no words

>There were only emotions
>I was angry
>REALLY angry
>In the instant i had recognized everything, all the emotions on
her face
>and i said "Don't use that smile with me"
>In my head i felt like it should come out as some kind of
strangled cry for help
>Like every fiber of my being was being torn to pieces
>But it didn't
>It came out like i was some kind of feral roaring lion
>"DONT USE THAT SMILE WITH ME"
>There was so much hate and malice in my voice that i scared
myself
>Blondie jumped a full foot in the air and turned around to stare
at us
>Raven shattered her smile and donned a mask of fear
>Not a mask, it was real fear.

>I knew i had just royally fucked up even more
>What a great way to remind a girl you're like her abusive father
than scream at her
>What a better way to remind a girl that you're just like the
last person she loved that just took it all away and hurt her in
an instant.
>Man i sure am good at everything today aren't i.
>Raven was terrified
>She had slid off the bathtub and fallen to the floor and was
leaning back with one arm behind her, the other outstretched
towards me. Legs trying to get a foothold on the slippery floor
to push.
>Trying to keep me away.
>Trying to get away from me.
>I don't think i had ever really yelled at her
>I was always the friend that understood, was always around for
chatting about shit that got her down.
>No matter how stupid she had ever fucked up, i took her side and
helped her out of it.
>Not now, there was true fear in her eyes
>In front of me i saw the same helpless little girl
>the same fear in her eyes she had back then.

>I don't know where the anger came from.
>If there was anything in my eyes it was fear.
>If i was doing anything mentally, i was screaming that i had
misclicked and didn't mean do do what i had just done.
>I had pressed the wrong button, it wasn't my fault.
>But it was my fault
>I had to fix this
>I had the illusion that somehow if i got closer to her, could
just tell her something she would calm down.
>I tried to follow her
>She was almost crawling backwards, one hand holding her towel
now and the feet giving her traction to back up as far away from
me as she could.
>Every third or fourth push she would slip or slide on a puddle
of water.
>Blondie was behind her in the shower, no expression on her face
>No expression on her at all, just emptily watching
>I try to chase after her

>My legs don't work properly
>I can't see straight
>I'm not sure if i'm crying or hoarse, but my vocal cords won't
work.
>All that keeps coming out are some kind of garbled growl

>I fall to the ground and try to scurry after her in a crawl
>I've still got the angry scowl on my face
>I've still got fearful anger in my eyes.
>She's panicked, i'm scared she's going to hurt herself slipping
and trying to force herself backwards.
>I'm trying to express this but its just not coming out
>I just keep following her

>She forces herself over the inch high ledge of the shower stall

>It's just those metal ridges that the sliding door fits into

>I can see they're sharp and probably scraped up her legs pretty
bad the way she went over them

>I'm trying to tell her to stop

>I'm trying to fix this mess

>Nothing comes out

>Her face is contorted into the saddest and most empty expression

>Its the look you would have on your face as someone watched you
sleeping.

>As you were tossing and turning in a nightmare.

>It means nothing, but it means so much

>Its what a face truly looks like when you're scared

>I'm within a couple of feet of her now
>She starts kicking at me
>I try to force my throat to say something

>the closest i can get out is a garbled "Stoaughp", its like
mucus or phlegm or some other viscous liquid is preventing me
from speaking properly.
>She still stops kicking though
>She's nearly on her back spread out towards the wall, but she's
holding her back up with one hand and holding the other out
in-front of herself, trying to keep me away again.
>Her butt is on the floor, but her upper body is making a 30 or
40 degree angle upwards trying to fend me off.
>I just push her hand to the side and wrap one arm around her
lower back to pull myself in for a hug
>I get the other arm around too, and i pull her into myself as
closely as i possibly can, i'm matching her body angle and lying
almost completely above her.
>I've got myself pressed against her, chest to chest as close as
we can get
>My head is over her shoulder
>And i start forcing my throat to work
>I say directly into her ear as clearly as i can
>"I'm. Not. Him"

>Over and over i say it

>I can feel both of our heartbeats individually, if i had to
guess i would say we were both seconds away from an actual heart
attack.
>I've got my chest pressed against hers so firmly i can't even
feel anything, just a big expanse of warm skin.
>She's shaking all over, uncontrollably
>Her arm thats holding her up is wobbling and i take my left arm
at a right angle and hold us up by pressing against the wall
above her.
>She's crying
>She wraps her right arm around me weakly
>We're like that for seconds, or maybe it was hours
>Finally she breaks the silence
>She sniffles
>Its more of a loud snort, the sound you make when you've just
been bawling your eyes out and need to clear repressed memories
out of your nose.
>But its followed by two words

"I Know"

>The next sound isn't from either of us

>We're locked together in a deep understanding that can't be
explained away in words

>But blondie starts sniffling

>And then bawling her eyes out

>In seconds she's crying louder than either of the sounds Raven
or Myself have made this entire time.

>Besides the yelling of course.

>Blondie doesn't say anything even, she just turns off the water
and leaves the shower

>I can't hold us both up anymore, so i give a tiny shove and end
up doing a half roll and lying on my back with raven above me.

>We really haven't changed position, we're just flat now

>Blondie is crying her eyes and lungs out somewhere else in the
bathroom, i can't see where

>She's probably getting dressed though

>I manage to get out something about her clothes being outside

>Raven adds a word or two about getting us some dry ones too.


>We don't move
>I just start talking
>I talk about our childhood, how she was always the friend i
could count on
>I talk about how when i found out about her father i wasn't sure
what i felt
>But i'd realized that i was angry, angry at him for not loving
her, angry at him for hurting her.
>Angry at him for letting her still love him and getting nothing
in return
>I had watched Raven go through awkward phases, i had watched her
berate herself, belittle and even harm herself over the events
that occurred when we were young.
>I had secretly blamed him for everything. Every time she had
suffered any sort of hardship it just tied back in my mind to the
past.
>So i had thrown on my best attitude and supported her whenever i
could to make up for the shitty times she had when she was young.

>This was some real sappy shit anons
>Shit like that happens to people, sometimes its really
important.
>This time it was atleast.
>There was lots more, on her end and on my end, but i can't list
it because it would give away where we were.
>But just know we had a good cry in the bathroom hugging one
another on the shower floor.
>With the door wide open, i'm amazed nobody else came by.
>I guess that part of the house really was soundproof.
>Good to know.
>That and blondie took positively forever to come back with
clothes.

>Eventually she did get back and we got up
>My face was soaking wet because Raven was crying all over me.
>We had soaking wet towels barely covering us
>We could probably do with a shower
>But fuck that
>We throw the towels into a pile and blondie leads us out to the
master bedroom.
>Blondie is now wearing some random brown shorts and a grey tank
top with a blue bra pretty visible.
>I guess it was her change of clothes, it was pretty cute.
>The tanktop was definitely in her comfywear line of clothing
because it was also exceptionally loose.
>[spoiler]Women have well-fitting clothing they go out in, and
loose clothing just to chill in, that's how it works lonely
anons[/spoiler]

>We check out the assortment of clothes blondie brought for us
>Oh lord, matching outfits
>No wonder she took so long
>For raven its a bright pink skirt that would go down to about
her knees and a spaghetti-strap light blue top and matching
underwear.
>For me, it was the same color hot-pink sweatpants, a pair of
worn out light blue girl's boxers and a light blue T-shirt.
>There was verbal thanks involved to blondie for not trying to
give me women's underwear, skirts, or other such embarrassing
clothing.
>Her Response "There's a matching skirt and top in birthday
girl's room if you want them"
>Nope
>Do not want

>We proceed to get dressed in the master bedroom for the second
time that day.

>About halfway through dressing, homely and birthday waltz in

>I've got boxers on and a shirt, Raven has her top on and is
working her way into the skirt.

>Homley takes her chance to stare me down like a piece of meat
while i'm dressing

>definitely know what it feels like to be a woman when that
happens.

>We get questioned

>We get accused

>"Why was blondie crying" - Homely

>"Do we have to do this again" - Homely

>"What happened to your old clothes, why do you need mine" -
Birthday girl

>"Ill beat your ass if you don't tell me what happened" -
Birthday

>I have no interest in explaining things anymore

>I've used up all the allotted words i have in an hour to talk to
raven

>I just point at Blondie

>Raven seems to come to the same conclusion and do the same.

>We continue getting dressed as Glasses meanders in.

>We don't respond to any of the questions.

>Let me take this chance to address something
>It has come to my attention that i've done a poor job describing
the girls in this story. That is to say i've described what they
look like, what expressions they make and, but some anons are
having a difficult time imagining things without pictures.
>I'm not going to offer up pictures of any of the women here, not
only is that extremely risky and going to get my doxxed, but it's
going to ruin the imagination all of you are putting into what
the characters look like in your eyes.
>Everything i've tried to tell so far has been structured to give
you the feelings, emotions and even facial expressions to plaster
onto your imagination's version of all the characters.
>But i'll fold, if you want images i'll give you the next-best
thing, in spirit of the story ill list what everyone looks like,
anime girl style.
>Skip these if you don't want to change your illusions of what
the characters look like.

real spoilers here

>[spoiler]As for me, the main character. I'm a typical blonde
haired white kid with blue eyes, i always related to Edward Elric
from Fullmetal Alchemist, i'm not nearly as handsome
though[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]Glasses first, Easiest comparison since she's a more
human version of Mari Makinami from Evangelion. Breasts and body
type about the same (younger in this story) and her hair isn't
done up at all in the story. About the same length though
[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Blondie, Easy, Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist,
on the fucking spot. We always got poked fun of as being a couple
when that anime aired.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Homely, also an easy one. Orihime from bleach brown
hair instead of orange. Not too skinny, huge breasts, useless.
She's not the uggo i keep making her out to be, i just dont like
her.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Birthday was tough, Moemi Hayakawa from Video girl AI
with waist-long hair. Same Body type and face, birthday is just
angrier. I hope that's a real throwback to some anon's
past.[/spoiler]

>[spoiler]Last but not least is Raven, She's most like Lain
Iwakura from Serial experiments lain. Only difference is her hair
color really. Lain's eyes are the most striking part of that
character, and i really think that she reminds me most accurately
of what Raven Looks like.[/spoiler]

Here's a couple fan-compilations
http://i.imgur.com/ns8tjxG.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/u0hmjHj.png


>Either way, Raven and i finished the "Put on girl clothes" game
and went to go clean up the bathroom.
>Towels everywhere
>Clothes everywhere
>Water everywhere
>Shampoo bottles, razors, and various other things everywhere
>Frankly it was a war zone
>I yell at birthday to not come over here and we get to cleaning
it up while blondie feeds them some huge convoluted story about
us rescuing her.
>Birthday of course comes over and looks
>[spoiler] i mean that was the point of telling her not to wasn't
it[/spoiler]
>We get a facepalm in response, but ten minutes later the
bathroom is more or less back to pre-us state.

>Blondie has spun a very heroic tale, and somehow left out most
of the nudity, all of the fondling in the closet, and glasses
entirely from the story.
> Not to mention the entire ordeal between myself and raven.
>She was either being a Bro, or saving it for blackmail later.
>Probably blackmail, she was a girl
>Either way we had a huge load of clothes and towels destined for
the bathroom, and Raven/Myself let ourselves out of the master
bathroom and waltzed to the laundry room.
>We pop open the washer and toss everything in except for the
towels
>I get to manhandle various feminine articles of clothing,
including Raven's panties and and blondie's pajama pants.
>I've got a choice to make here
>I make a gut decision and go for the points with raven, take her
wet underwear and bring it up to my nose and take a long whiff
with her watching.
>She gives me a couple giggles and a long "Eww"
>The underwear really doesn't smell like anything, she wasn't
wearing it very long and it just got soaked in the shower.
>Blondies would have been amazing though considering that party
she had going on.
>Its alright, can't have everything i guess.

>Raven's given me secret points though, i just know it.
>Start everything up on just normal wash, water is fine they
werent too dirty.

>Now the towels

>We pop open the dryer

>There's bedsheets in here

>Oh right

>We take em out and fold them

>I'm back to worrying if birthday knows or not.

>Raven notes she saw Glasses carrying them

>Seriously?

>I mumble about glasses being a lifesaver

>That girl has seriously got her shit together

>Raven isn't really responsive to this

>She's still sore from what i said earlier to blondie

>Also the fact i had sex with glasses

>I grab her in another hug but this time i place one hand firmly
on a buttcheek

>"I'll make it up to you later" Were the words she heard
whispered in her ear.

>Her ears almost visibly perked up like a little puppy dog

>Her eyes too, it was delightful.

>Rest of the laundry was uneventful

>We tossed the rest of the towels in the washer, folded the sheet
(A two person operation because why not), and started it up.

>Now what
>Its about 10:30ish in the morning.
>Sleepover is technically done
>Parents are probably going to want phone calls or something to
pick us up
>We make our way back to the living room and flounce down on the
couch together.
>We're greeted by the sight of Birthday over in the hallway
negotiating with bank robbers for hostages.
>Or something equally distressing, she's got a worried look on
her face
>Kinda the face you have on when you're waiting for the results
to a test you know you did badly on.
>With the ending of the call though, she visibly perks up as well
and puts on a smile
>Eh, she'll tell me if she wants to, i wont ask.
>Raven and i just spend the next couple minutes reclining on the
couch like lazy bastards.
>Maybe the other girls will show up and play video games or
something.

>We were pretty tired
>We hadn't slept very much *wink*
>Plus the bathroom events took a lot out of us.
>Eventually though birthday girl came back and started gathering
everyone up
>Some kind of announcement i guess
>I aint movin, so i hope she's having the meeting in the living
room.
>She probably realizes it would be easier there, so everyone
piles in.
>Glasses jumps on the couch and just piles her way across both
myself and raven, which was less cute and more heavy things
getting in the way of my relaxing.
>Homely squeezes in right next to me and blondie squirms over to
where raven is and sits on the edge of the couch.
>We all stare up at birthday demanding answers for being forced
to "assemble" like common rabble.

>Her parents won't be coming back for a couple days
>Whoever is in the hospital needs some surgery, so they're just
gonna rent a room and stay up there
>They're really sorry, there's money for food up in some jar in
the kitchen, we can order pizza/ect.
>If we're interested, we can stay over for another day
>she hints at another two days but implies her parents wouldn't
know about that. They were probably coming back wednesday
>Its sunday
>we have a four day weekend, because teacher evaluations or
something.
>We had originally planned to just group back up on monday again
for the release of some movie we were expecting in english.

>Everyone is all for staying another night
>Homely can't stay for three nights, her brother is taking her to
some concert somewhere.
>I'm "willing" to stay an extra night or two, but i'm going to
need to get a chastity belt or something.
>I don't have one though, so i'm royally fucked.
>But i'm a pervert so whatever, consign myself to fate i guess.
>Everyone else is willing but we have one problem.
>Parents
>A plan is concocted
>We try to convince them ourselves, if we fail we give the phone
to birthday and she begs for us.
>Flawless, it can't fail

>My turn first
>Euugh, i have to get up off the couch and slouch over to the
phone.
>The girls are all just staring me down, birthday girl at the
ready in-case i fail.
>I guess if i can't stay over it's just a completely different
sleepover.
>I call up me mum
>give her a rundown on the party and how it's pretty much just
being extended into some kind of group vacation.
>She's completely cool with it, asks if raven's there (I say yes)
and she asks to talk to her.
>I wave raven over, i hear various one-sided girltalk from Raven.
>She punctuates her last sentence with "Don't worry ill keep an
eye on him" and a giggle.
>Oh man what are they talking about.
>Fookin embarassin me infront of girls i'll git u mum i swaer
>It seems to be agreed ill just stick with raven the entire time
and get a ride back with her
>She hands me the phone back
>My mom flat out just tells me not to get any of the girls
pregnant.
>I stammer some awkward response like a true beta
>Probably along the lines of "t...thanks mom"
>She says "Have fun honey, keep raven company" and hangs up.
>My moms actually a total bro

>I announce i'm good for as long as they want me.

>Cheers

>Same thing happens for every girl really

>They chat up some parents, they seem more or less cool with it,
everyone cheers when they're good for another night or two.

>Until blondie

>Her parents sound angry as fuck

>There's some god damn yelling going on on the other side of the
line

>I'm not even sure they're angry at blondie

>It might be soemthing that happened at the house they're angry
at and yelling at blondie for.

>Whatever it is, she has "THOSE" kinds of parents.

>They want her home right away.

>Doesn't seem to be an actual reason, blondie is pleading and
begging trying to reason with them.

>They wont have it.

>Birthday girl steps over and takes the phone

>Introduces herself and starts kissing ass, talking about how
she's heard such great things about blondie's parent's buisness
and how it had such high quality food standards or something.

>I think the dad worked at, or ran a processing plant

>Sucking up to his job definitely worked though, you could tell
he was bragging over the phone

>one of "THOSE" parents.

>Birthday was a class A manipulative girl though, she had the guy
wrapped around her finger when she put on a begging little-girl
tone and asked if blondie could stay for two more nights.

>Its agreed

>Ends up they were doing home renovations anyway and she would
just get in the way

>No clue why they wanted her back so soon

>one of "THOSE" parents

>When the phone hangs up, blondie is sufficiently relieved and
cheering resumes for her.

>Now that's over i'm making some god damn coffee


>I actually announce this word for word
>nobody likes coffee but Raven
>Fuck you guys im making a huge pot god damnit
>So tired
>I go to the kitchen and rummage around for a while, the girls
seem to be discussing what we're going to do.
>They ask me what my opinion is
>I tell them we're drinking coffee and thats my vote
>They take that as a "He doesn't care" and continue planning
without me.
>I've commandeered Birthday girl's coffee maker and made enough
to sustain my need for caffeine.
>Milk and lots of sugar later, i walk back out to the living room
with two steaming cups, hand one to raven and return to sitting
next to her on the couch.
>We then proceed to act like pompous and sophisticated and sip
our cups with a pinkie out while the rest of the girls bicker
about what we're doing that day.

>Birthday seems to want to not do anything, Glasses wants us to
go out shopping (pls no) and Blondie is just happy she's there.
>Raven, always the brilliant one, points out we don't have a car.
>Oh, no shopping
>I guess we're staying here then.
>Birthday girl says alright, starts rummaging around for things
to do as a group.
>Board games, Video Games, More Anime are the three choices.
>But first she wants to put down some more rules
>Screams Internally

>Rule #1 The house has to be spotless when her parents come back,
so if we mess things up we're going to have to really make sure
its clean.
>Raven comments "Goodness gracious, well of course my dear!" In
an english accent.
>She's still got her pinkie out and sipping coffee
>Rule #2 No more drinking unless everyone is present
>Raven punctuates this with a "My word!" and i've  got to try my
hardest to stifle a giggle.
>Blondie and Homely are smiling pretty wide at her antics too.
>Rule #3 "We all share Him", she punctuates this rule with a
smooth hand movement to point at me.
>Raven sputters into her coffee
>I dont even react
>My head just extends four feet on my neck and the words "Nope"
ring through the room.

>Birthday is smiling and she continues talking
>Rule #4
>I'm not listening
>I'm up and out the front door
>Seriously just walk out the front door in my socks
>Fuckin hate birthday girl's rules
>I really just loop around the side and sit in the small little
back patio drinking my coffee though.
>Gotta make em worry about it a bit
>Think they lost me
>Glasses just randomly shows up out the side door though.
>She knows me better than she lets on.
>She pulls up a seat and laughs , a good hearty belly laugh.
>Then she pulls her seat right up next to mine and loudly states
>"Don't worry"

>"I don't plan to share"
>I sputter into my coffee

>Eventually she roams back inside and just says i'm out back

>Raven joins me again and we silently enjoy some coffee while who
knows what happens inside.

>Finish up go back in

>Monopoly is set up

>Oh hell yeah

>We commence jewing one another out of money properties and
houses.

>this lasts approximately 30 minutes before glasses has all the
properties besides like 10

>in 15 more minutes she owns all the properties.

>Game is determined not fun

>Nobody wants to play again

>This is how real life actually works.

>We consign ourselves to video games again

>Tales of symphonia

>Hell yes

>Only 4 players

>Birthday Girl, Blondie,Myself and Raven get characters

>Its just Glasses and Homely not playing

>Homely tries to get on the couch

>There's no room on the couch because everyone is in vidya gaming
posture

>Need dat elbow room

>She's stuck on the floor watching, along with birthday who's
just chosen to sit down there anyway.

>Glasses randomly gets up

>Comes back with a blanket and spreads it over everyone

>We're really not paying attention to her except where birthday
girl is running around

>We actually like the story ok

>Glasses somehow squishing people around and shoving on the couch
until i'm sitting in the middle between blondie and her, and
raven is on the other side of her.

>I'm playing Collette, Raven has some Sheena action, Lloyd is
birthday girl and blondie is playing Raine

>Blondie being the healer, i know lol.

>This was a game save we had played at lunch all the time, so we
had got pretty damn far.

>We were stuck on some boss, we had somehow got there way too low
level because we didn't have time to grind when we were playing.

>Full concentration was required to get to the boss with a decent
amount of health and whatever else those game mechanics were.

>Its like our fourth attempt on the boss

>Raven is missing every single block when he attacks

>Not getting any overlimits

>Not summoning anything

>We lose because of this

>Consider calling her a dirty casual

>Not in so many words though, back then it was just "Noob"

>Fifth attempt at boss
>She fucks up again
>What the hell
>Birthday girl is getting mad
>I don't really care that much
>Blondie is mad because she's actually really fucking good with
raine.
>Like she plays raine as an offensive healer like you're supposed
to
>Only person i've ever met that can play raine and not die
constantly.
>That's really hard for those of you who don't have any clue what
i'm talking about, especially on the harder difficulties like we
were playing.
>Either way, blondie was mad, birthday was mad
>Sixth attempt at the boss
>I feel the blanket shift
>Glasses puts her hand on my crotch
>Oh god dammit

>The blanket is cleverly propped up so there's no way to tell
what's going on.
>I suddenly realize this was her plan all along

>Every single time i'm supposed to block an attack from the boss,
she squeezes my crotch
>I miss every single one
>It makes so much sense
>The weird part is raven is still missing every single one too
>We don't have to block the same attacks and we aren't even
standing in the same place
>We die
>I take a chance to glance over at raven's face
>Her cheeks are flushed, but she's intently focusing on the game
and staring forward.
>She's biting her bottom lip a tiny bit
>It looks like she's focusing really intently if you didn't know
better
>I knew better.

>Seventh attempt
>Every single time i need to block, glasses squeezes and makes me
miss it.
>She's doing it when i need to attack as well
>Or dodge
>Or do anything really
>We die again
>If you've never played TOS, Raven/Myself are of course playing
the two best characters, but ONLY if you have full concentration.
>If you aren't focused, they're both ass.
>God damnit Glasses
>Birthday and Blondie are fuming
>First they yell at raven, then they yell at me
>Video games are serious fucking business guys
>We're told to shape the fuck up or we're getting replaced
>I ain't fuckin gettin replaced, thats not on my list of things
to do today.

>Game face time
>8th Attempt at the boss
>Glasses Squeezes
>I successfully block
>I successfully attack
>I successfully dodge
>Compartmentalized my mind, i got this man.
>Raven seems on her game too, we've got the boss to 50%
>Farthest we've ever been
>45%
>40%
>The hand on my pants vanishes
>35%
>Its back again
>Nooooo

>30%
>Its in my pants
>25%
>Its in my underwear
>20%
>She's fondling me directly
>She Squeezes, hard.
>I lose my concentration
>Raven is channeling some summon when this happens
>The second i fuck up, she also seems to cancel her attack and
start fucking up too.
>I have the thought that if Glasses is fondling me directly,
she's probably doing the same to raven too.
>This helps absolutely nothing
>I'm rock hard beneath this blanket
>We die at 15%


>Blondie makes some kind of excuse and it seems we're off the
hook for that one
>Time for another attempt
>Raven stops us
>"I have to pee, Be right back"
>Coffee
>She stays under the blanket for a second and seems to adjust
something, then pushes it aside and gets up.
>She vanishes off into another room.
>She escaped
>Glasses still has her hand under the blanket and wrapped around
my hardon
>She's just absent mindedly stroking it now, the game is paused
im not even playing.
>Oh man, this is gonna be tough
>I'm sitting there thinking about awful things to try to get my
boner to go away
>That might work in classrooms anons, but not when you have a
girl actively fondling you
>I was boned
>Literally

>Raven comes back
>Looks like she's going to sit down where she was before
>She redecides
>She almost skips over, and decides that my lap is where she's
going to sit.
>She knows just as well as i do what's going on under the blanket
>She sits right on top of it.
>This was not her best plan
>My legs are a bit spread, so she's sitting on top of the
blanket, has hers between mine
>Glasses' hand is pinned between us
>Its still fondling me directly though
>Raven just made her add extra pressure
>Glasses isn't having any of this cheating
>She just rotates her hand so the knuckles are facing straight up
>Raven stiffens the second this happens
>Oh shit

>Now every time glasses strokes, her knuckles are grazing Raven
right through the skirt.
>Raven tries to reposition so she's not sitting directly on my
crotch
>Glasses isn't having any of that, with her free hand she reaches
over and grabs the hem of raven's skirt and gives it a pull.
>Raven slowly but surely slides right back to where glasses wants
her.
>As long as glasses holds her skirt, she can't move away or
reposition
>As long as birthday or homely don't turn around, they won't even
notice
>Even if they do, she can just let go and grab it again later
>9th Boss attempt time
>Every time we need to do anything, glasses gives me a long hard
stroke.
>This rubs raven with not one, not three, but four knuckles.
>I can't see any of this happening, but i can feel the pressure
change as she slides each bony knob right across the bottom
crease of raven's slit
>Every time this happens, raven's entire body tenses just the
tiniest bit and releases
>Every stroke, she tenses four times.
>Every time she does this, glasses eventually ends up rolling
each of her fingers over the head of my penis.
>Because her hand is dry, i can feel every single finger slide
past.
>This does the same thing to me that her knuckles do to raven.
>We die

>Blondie and Birthday are furious
>Birthday of course turns around at this point and realizes Raven
is on my lap
>Raven gets extra shit for sitting on my lap and doing so badly.
>Birthday makes her stand up
>With another one of her exaggerated finger swings, points for
her to sit on the ground.
>Raven hangs her head and complies
>I see a slight smile on her face though
>I start acting as if i'm going to sit on the ground too.
>Glasses pulls back her hand
>"Freeze right there" are the next three words i hear from
Birthday
>She promptly stands up, walks over to me and rips the blanket
off
>Sweat pants
>No shame
>Boner disguise unbreakable
>Literal 100% Camo Index

>She then turns around
>Readjusts her skirt so it falls around her.
>And places only her panty-clad buttocks, right upon my crotch
>Being hard as diamonds, of course she notices.
>GLASSESSSSS
>I can only see the side of birthday's face, but she has a quick
look of surprise, and then her mouth turns upwards in a smirk.
>Birthday is a bigger female though, which means seeing the
screen is harder than with Qt Raven sitting on my lap.
>Because of this i have to take my hands, and pull Birthday back
until she's much higher on my crotch leaning flush with my
posture on the couch
>Then i place my hands around her waist, set my controller in the
little table made by her skirt in her lap, and put my head over
her shoulder to see the screen.
>Wrapping my hands around her to play, and hoping i don't forget
where buttons are.

>Needless to say, this is a very close position to play vidya in
>I've got my cheek pressed up against hers, with only a bit of
her hair in the way from full cheek-to-cheek contact.
>She smells lovely, like rose petals, freshly cut greens and
blooming flowers.
>She smells like a flower garden
>She's got the full crack of her bum placed perfectly on my
crotch
>She's got exactly what she wants though, and gives a little
gyration of her hips.
>This is some of the most amazing pressure, i just wish she would
keep it up the entire time.
>It's just a perfectly encompassing hot and lightly frictiony
environment for my penis.
>Thats like the second best kind of environment for a penis

>Tenth attempt at the boss
>I don't know if she realizes it, or its completely
unintentional, but i realize on the way to the boss that every
time birthday starts hammering out a combo with lloyd, she tenses
up a little bit.
>Every time she tenses up, her thighs squeeze the tiniest bit
>This just presses two deliciously soft pieces of flesh closer
together for a split instant.
>This is enough to completely derail my chain of thought.
>This is also enough to make me gasp out a little bit of breath
>Because i'm right next to her cheek, i know she notices
>It doesn't matter what i'm doing, if she's comboing on lloyd,
i'm not doing it.
>This isn't nearly as bad as glasses though
>With raven on the ground, glasses without her blanket disguise
and me only having my penis tortured a fraction as much as
before, we make quick work of the boss.
>Oh im sorry did i say only a fraction?
>When we win, birthday just bounces up and down three or four
times.
>She knows full well what she's doing there.
>Every single time she comes down, my muscles tense, i press my
arms a little tighter against her sides and i let out a tiny bit
of air.
>She definitely knows what she's doing.

>We continue playing through the area we're in
>Every time she gets a chance, Birthday bounces up and down a
little.
>Every time she does a combo with the main character, she
squeezes her thighs together.
>All i can feel the entire time is her hot cheek against mine
>All i can smell is her scent, the rose petals the strongest of
all.
>Along with something i can't identify, something subtle but
sweet and tart even.
>Then every time she leans back into me i can press my chest
against her back and lean my head slightly forward
>And i can get a glimpse right down her shirt
>She's wearing a dull-gold Bra

>I don't know why every girl has one of these, but i've confirmed
birthday does too.
>Shame she changed from the two piece rule she made last night.
>But every time i peek i'm treated to the upper half of her
breasts spilling out of the cups.
>The best part is that every time i look it just seems like i'm
trying to hit the right button on my controller.
>Lets just say, remember how there was one little man inside me
earlier that day screaming?
>Now there were two.

>Half a dungeon later, i'm dying
>IRL, not in the game
>I decide i've got to go on the offensive if i want to retain my
sanity
>i have absolutely no clue how i'm going to do that.
>I pull her back a little bit and press my cheek into hers again
and catch a glimpse of her breasts once more.
>Lightbulb
>I release one end of the controller and bring my hand around
behind Birthday like i'm going to itch myself or something.
>In one move, i locate her bra-strap and hover my thumb and
forefinger over it.
>I place pressure right where the clasp would be using the shirt
to press against it as i twist my two fingers clockwise.
>It lift one side out of the other and unhooks her bra strap in
one half a second move, not only did nobody else notice, i don't
think she noticed.
>The announce in my head goes on to introduce me as some magician
who can pull clothes off people without them noticing.

>[spoiler]This actually works, try it on a girl sometime that
wont beat your face in for doing it.[/spoiler]
>[spoiler]Well only if they have the clasp that hooks like that,
which is most Bra-Straps but not all.[/spoiler]

>[spoiler] and yes, women wont always notice right away[/spoiler]

>Now that i've unhooked her bra, i clench my arms together around
her, place my forearms on her thighs and force her downward.
>This action alone is doubling the pressure on my dick, and that
means its doubling the pressure she's feeling too.
>I slowly alternate between forcing her down roughly, softly,
hard and soft.
>I'm doing nothing but changing the amount of pressure that her
crotch is placing upon my crotch.
>If she's anything like a boy, this is going to drive her crazy.
>quickly.
>Next stop is sliding her up and against me the tiniest bit, and
placing my head cheek to cheek with hers again.
>She's flustered
>I can feel the temperature difference because she's blushing
slightly now and her cheeks are way hotter than mine are.

>I take a peek down her shirt
>Her bra isn't being held back anymore and the cups and leaning
freely forward
>I can see the entire top half of her breasts, including the
nipples
>They're beautiful, 10/10 would suckle on.
>They're still shapely without support and every time she jiggles
they do.
>I'm actually getting quite a treat, but this hasn't helped my
boner at all.
>It's actually hard as ultradiamonds now
>[spoiler]Thats a thing, look up lonsdaleite, 50% harder than
normal diamonds[/spoiler]

>I continue this mixture of pressure, changes and close contact,
and i begin blowing softly on her neck when i get a chance or
she's doing run-around quest things and we aren't fighting.
>I'm beyond impressed nobody else has realized what im doing, but
birthday is hiding it well
>She's controlling her breathing well
>She isn't too flushed and doesn't seem to be making any sounds.
>But every time i press down she tenses up,
>she can't sit still and is squirming around slightly whenever
she gets the chance
>Frankly neither can i, its all i can do to stop from moving my
hips imperceptibly upwards every time i press her down.

>Eventually i can't even stop that
><Insert My hips are moving on their own joke here>
>Four, five minutes of this later i'm really closing in on my
limit
>Even through three layers of fabric, i wasn't going to last
>I'd well established at that point that i don't think i was
contacting her just perfectly to really get her off.
>Wrong kind of contact, not enough pressure, or just the wrong
angle and mood entirely.
>She was enjoying it nonetheless, but she wasn't getting anywhere
>I definitely was.

>It took all the way until we had had unlocked a door or
something.

>Birthday had finally completely some box puzzle with cobwebs
that was annoying us.

>She bounced

>Once

>Twice

>Third time was it

>It wasn't a harsh ejaculation, it was rather soft actually,
almost a peaceful muscle tensing and then a rhythmic couple of
spurts and it was over.

>But it did the trick, i had definitely gone from "ULTRADIAMONDS"
to just "Hard, but no longer painful"

>It was exactly what i needed

>I wasn't embarrassed, that was the entire god damn point.

>The only problem was that i realized exactly where Birthday was
really sitting

>Her tailbone was putting pressure right on my bladder

>Boners and the magical ability to prevent you from noticing how
badly you have to piss
>Well i had to get up, so i informed birthday very bluntly that
she was sitting on my bladder.
>A little bit of embarrassed scuffling later, i'm up and in the
bathroom
>I close the door
>I'm pretty sure i lock the door
>Neverless, i whip down the sweatpants and boxers for a piss & a
cleaning, and as i'm waiting for the boner to subside the door
opens, glasses walks in and the door closes and locks behind her.
>I'm just completely unfazed, i should have just expected it by
now.
>I look her straight in the eyes while holding my penis
outstretched
>I had one goal and that was losing enough of this boner to piss
>She was not going to ruin that
>I stare her down with the intensity of a thousand suns
>She matches it
>Eye to eye, she can see my every intention and i watch her eyes
bare her soul to me
>I'm getting harder
>FUCK

>I advert my eyes and just force my bladder to start a trickle

>She's doing nothing, just watching in interest.

>I realize for once she's completely harmless and just curious,
force enough to get a stream going and the boner drops on its own
as i empty my bladder

>She matched my eyes with her own cold intensity every time i
looked up at her

>Now for the embarrassing part, i pulled a small wad of toilet
paper off the roll and cleaned up my expenditure off my leg and
the inside of the pants i was wearing, her watching all the time.

>I finish up, grab a single sheet of toilet paper and run it
across the entire rim of the toilet bowl, toss it in and flush

>if you live in a household with women, DON'T EVER FORGET THIS
TRICK

>its just polite

>I then walked to the sink, washed my hands

> turned around and faced down glasses one last time, her eyes to
mine.

>before i whispered "Next time, its your turn" .

>Opened the door, and strolled out.