>When we left off i was locked in the bathroom with angry women possibly beating down the door >No time traveling anons came to my rescue >Jerks >I had to solve this one on my own at the time. >I was in a pretty great mood though, since i had just made out with every currently conscious girl in the house, in a span of 10 minutes. >Of course the banging and yelling outside the bathroom wasn't helping my mood >"Come out so we can castrate you" - Blondie >This was accompanied by hurried agreements and more banging. >There goes my thoughtful assassin thinking ahead as always. >Far as i saw it, they weren't actually too angry. >[spoiler]Women especially, tend to pull this very often compared to men, where they'll get Angry, or overreact to a subject that they aren't actually as emotionally vested towards as they make out to be[/spoiler] >[spoiler]This seems to be for partially entertainment reasons, and partially because faking strong emotions gives you control over the situation[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Manipulation and Advantages in future situations really[/spoiler] >[spoiler] This isn't rare among men either, but men are usually being complete faggots about it when they do.[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Oh right, i guess the women are being complete faggots too[/spoiler] >But they were angry enough that hiding in the bathroom was a valid option >so i guess they were winning. >As far as i was concerned though i had them right where i wanted them >Each one was now playing the words i had sung to them earlier over and over in their own head. >About being the cutest, most intelligent, most beautiful, the most desirable in the room. >Each girl had the vain hope that it was them i was talking about. >Each girl was probably replaying the kisses over and over along with those words too. >I'm no casanova, but i mean i tried to not make the kisses awful. >I know i was playing my favorite in my head at least. >[spoiler]I'll give you a hint, it wasn't homely[/spoiler] >However i had other things to do than reminisce about my past >Time to defuse this situation. >I walked up to the bathroom door and pressed my head against it facing the door crack. >I wanted them to be able to hear my clearly >They were still shouting various angry things and banging on the door though >"WhO WAS IT?" - Homely >"You Tasted like all the other girls, i want a rematch!" - Birthday >The vibrations of the banging resonated through the door and were giving me a cheek massage. >I think i was enjoying this. >"He's probably jacking off" - Glasses >I spit my drink all over myself at this comment >except i don't have any drinks and i'm up against the door, but i mean that's the reaction anyway. >The girls on the other side of the door devolve into hooting, giggling and more banging. >"Open up! Let us see!" Squeaks an exasperated Birthday. >"He's embarrassed now, we should let him finish" - Blondie in a taunting singsong voice. >Blondie's spirits are way higher than i would have thought, i thought i crushed her a bit too hard when i kissed glasses first. >She probably couldn't be anything but happy when i went straight to her second. >"He probably needs help" - Glasses >Yes pls >"I bet its small that's why" >A chorus of giggling and snickering ensue from Blondie/Birthday/Homely instantly. >I don't even need to tell you who said this >BUT FUCK YOU TOO HOMELY >Glasses has done wonderfully though >She successfully changed the situation from "CASTRATE HIM" anger. >To sexual humiliation and teasing >Glasses is such a bro >You might not think so >But I can work with this >It's almost safe to come out >I speak as clearly through the door as i can >"Stop" , i say it softly but loud enough that they can hear it. >One word, but the banging stops and they listen for the rest. >I put on a completely Somber tone, trying to interject the tiniest hint of emotional sorrow into what i say next. >"You guys will wake Raven" >Silence from the other side of the door >I continue >"One of you go check on her would you..." >Complete silence on the other side of the door >Eventually i hear footsteps leaving >My plan has worked perfectly. >Firstly i've interjected guilt into the mix, they realize they were being really loud and feel guilty about it. >I honestly couldn't give a shit about waking raven, and i really doubt they would have woken her. >But they don't know that. >This throws them just a bit off balance >Just enough for me to ask for one of them to leave >I've changed the odds >its 3v1 now, i can take this. >I speak again through the door >"I'm coming out" >Still silence >I unlock the door >Its not instantly shoved down and i'm not on the floor >I consider this a victory >Gotta take em when i can get em. >I know i gotta keep the victories coming though >I crouch down and start charging >FAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL >I open the door when i'm half charged. >First target is blondie, perfect. >She gets hit hard in the stomach with the Force of a thousand screeching fal"CON"s that accompany my "PUNCH" >Homely and Birthday are the only two left. >It's still dawning on them that i'm out of the bathroom >They don't understand yet >I still have the advantage >I give Homely an ol Sagat tiger knee to the stomach >She doesn't even block >Her feet even leave the ground for a moment >She's down >Birthday Vs Me now >But she's onto my plan >I try to catch her off guard with a generic Karate chop to the right shoulder. >I know that if i can disable one arm i can win. >She dodges to the left and i'm left open. >She hits me with some god damn lightning legs like chun li >I guess she doesn't need her arms >Atleast 10 hits before i fall backwards. >I'm on the ground clutching my stomach >She moves over to gloat, hand on her hips >I was just pretending >DRAGON UPPERCUT >She's in the air >She's on the floor >I win. >I walk in victory to the living room >The girls follow me >Blondie has her hands on her hips in characteristic "You have some splainin to do mister" style >Birthday and Homely mimic her in seconds. >I try to avoid them and sit on the couch >Homely stops me >"Oh no you aint goin nowhere" >She even matches this with her hand going in that "Z" motion and snapping her finger at every corner >They surround me >Birthday places her hand on my chest for a tantalizing second before shoving me down onto the armchair. >They're all towering over me, hands on hips. >I'm being glared at from all directions. >This is when i realize all of the women were black. >And Blue with jealousy >[spoiler] Back in 2005, black culture was pretty cool-ish among white kids[/spoiler] >[spoiler]It was ever present in media, and of course you just kinda picked up silly things and did them sometimes[/spoiler] >[spoiler] This isn't racist, fuck you, it was fun[/spoiler] >[spoiler] white culture is never cool anyway ): [/spoiler] >They were demanding answers though >Glasses shows up as well, she just plops down on the right arm of the chair and accompanies the staring contest. >I'm considering staring back, but picking one girl to look at might give away hints i can't afford to be giving. >I'm trying to think ways out of this, i already laid most of my webbing before i started kissing. >I guess i have an escape route or two >I test one of the webs >"Well, I just thought that the girl would know is all." >Expressions soften all around, i've now got four sets of cute puppy/kitty cat eyes glimmering at me. >God damn adorable, i've got this >They'll all shut up and think its themselves. >I continue >"I tried to make the kiss between us Special..." >All the kisses were "Special" >I had kissed all the girls differently, even if they compared they could argue about it for hours. >This plan was flawless, i just had to walk away. >a soft voice breaks out over all the others. >"I knew it was me" >NO >YOU IDIOT >BLONDIE YOU FUCKING IDIOT >ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS NOT SAY ANYTHING >She's got a smirk on the size of kansas though >She knows exactly what she's done >She's killed me >Her mission was complete >This is it folks, my dismembered limbs are carried in a parade through the city. >My head on a golden plate >The girls break into TURBO BICKERING >"He liked ME the most" - Homely >I'm trying to sneak away >"No of course he DIDN'T, i had Butterflies in my stomach when he kissed me!" - Blondie >I've gotten on my hands and knees, i've started scaling the left arm of the chair >"Well he groped my breasts, he didn't do that to you did he?" - Birthday >I'm halfway to freedom when i feel a hand in the waistband of my pants >"HE WHAT" -Blondie and Homely together >I turn back and look >Its glasses, she's got a brimming evil smile on again. >She does enjoy seeing me suffer >"Yeah, i was grinding against him like the entireee time." - Birthday >She's got her hand firmly down the back of my sweatpants though, i'm not escaping. >"Well i didn't have a shirt on, his chest was fully pressed against mine" -Blondie >She's like squirming with glee at this statement >I guess it was really good for her. >"And his hands were all over my stomach, it was so hot!" - Blondie >Her voice is like a flittering songbird singing out to a mate. >I don't know how she does that, but her excited voice is something to behold. >Well it was excited until Birthday points out that Glasses got the same treatment. >"She's right, but i didn't tickle glasses" >I don't say this though >That would be really stupid. >But i was really confused when everyone was looking at me >OH NO THAT WAS IN QUOTATION MARKS WASN'T IT >im so sorry past self ): >Nobody is talking >Everyone is looking at me >Blondie's not looking at me though >She's looking through me and saluting the american flag with her freedom face on. >Head held high, right hand over her breast. >She knows she's temporarily won the war. >"I guess shirtless kisses really are better huh?" >Birthday says this with a defeated sound in her voice >I actually felt a little bad >I did get quite a bit more actual skin contact with Blondie and Glasses than i did her. >Although i would have probably exploded in my pants if she had been able to get any more physical with that kiss. >Homely suggests Herself/Birthday get a Re-Do with shirts off. >This sounds like a great plan at first >I'm nodding on the inside. >Wait a second >My eyes narrow >I realize its a clever homely trap >She's the only girl that's not wearing a bra >I would have to kiss her topless >I contemplate asking glasses if i can borrow her bra >[spoiler]To wear myself as protection.[/spoiler] >then i realize there's just a better plan >I relax back into my seat >Glasses doesn't remove her hand though >Its still down the back of my pants -.- >I shift over and whisper into glasses' ear >"Homely doesn't have a bra on, would be... unfair" >Her hand is probably very visible down the back of my pants >I don't want to look at all the women but i can feel the heat of eye lasers. >Glasses doesn't say anything, she just gets up and removes her hand. >She roams over around the group of people and scoops up homely's arm and leads her away YOU HAVE BEEN MUTED FOR 17 MINUTES 16 SECONDS BECAUSE YOUR COMMENT WAS NOT ORIGINAL -More posting at 10:56 I guess Ima go make a sammich >Phew >Safety assured >I inform birthday she's going to need to calm her tits >I get the statement out just in time because she's trying to undress right there >She's dying to kiss me with her shirt off >Blondie has a sadder look on her face than she did earlier >"But... it's not fair if they get to kiss again" >Daww blondie wants another kiss too >I'm sure glasses would feel left out if she didn't get a kiss too. >I'm not actually sure how i want to handle this. >On one hand i want all the girls shirtless >y... yeah even homely a tiny bit >[spoiler] don't hate me[/spoiler] >On the other hand i know that kissing them isn't going to actually help at all >It might seem fair on the outside but they will just harshly judge every single move i make >I would have to kiss all of them the exact same. >I don't know if i could even do that, or resist not making each one different. >I would have to tie myself up or somethi... >*sigh* >Well it'll work i guess >But fuck tying myself up >I would be dead in mere seconds >I inform Blondie and Birthday of my plan. >Blondie hates it >Birthday is grinning evilly >I guess that means its a good plan >we're waiting for Glasses and Homely to come back >Blondie complains to me the entire time >She really hates the plan >This is really cute >Glasses and Homely return >The prodigal sons from another land >Homely looks pretty proud of herself >I would be worried but i'm still mulling over my plan in my head >It pretty much backfires if even one girl disagrees >Plus it would ruin the mood if that happens >I'm trying to revise the rules in my head so that i wont end up hated by everyone. >Birthday doesn't give me a chance >"He's decided we're going to kiss him" >t... thanks Birthday >"We're going to hold his arms behind him too!" >Wait a second birthday i was going to just hold my arms behi >"Ooh, that means we can do whatever we want huh?" - Glasses >It's like she knows just what to say to egg the group on every time. >Everyone's swooning, even me >I don't know if i want to deal with this >I guess it's not THAT bad >The girls establish a timing system and everything with me just sitting there pondering the glorious events that were about to unfold. >Alright girls, lay it on me, how many minutes >"Three minutes each" >Eep that's double the time i spent with each of them before >"No hands under clothes, anything else is fair game" >Oh man this is a dream come true >Picture perfect anime events unfolding >I'm so ready for this >Beyond so ready for this >My mind is racing as i examine each of the women >I know birthday is probably going to dry hump me to death, but Glasses and Blondie are complete Mysteries >And homely... well i can close my eyes and pretend it's someone else i guess. >Speaking of homely >"Aren't we forgetting something?" >She reminds us that the shirtless part of the kissing game was still a thing. >Ohmanohman everyone's gonna be in bra's >I'm sitting up in my chair >Probably wagging my tail and i have my tongue hanging out like a dog. >Birthday catches my eyes >Gives me a little wink >She starts first >She doesn't just undress, she kneels down and is on her knees at the base of the chair >This puts her more or less at the same height as me eye-wise >Eye contact >It doesn't break, i don't even look downwards as she lowers her arms and raises her shirt up >The eye contact breaks as the shirt passes her head >I look down >Glorious golden-bra encased breasts. >Always good >She gives her upper torso a firm jiggle back and forth for my amusement before standing back up. >Awesome. >Homely up next >Glasses gives me a wink this time >what the fuck >I don't understand, but homely steps infront of the chair >All the girls are obviously curious as to what she's wearing >Homely doesn't want to pull off her shirt directly though >I guess she's embarrassed >She turns her back to me >I watch as she pulls up the front of her shirt, nothing is visible but she seems to pause when it's above her breasts >I can see fabric encasing them, so i might be safe. >The girls however are giving out Gasps and "Oohs" >I'm a tad worried. >She turns around >She's wearing a lacy brassiere, something you would see in a pin up magazine >It looks hilarious >I haven't seen one of those ever in real life before >It must have been Birthday's moms or something. >I laugh >I manage to hold most of it in though, i just get off a ha or two. >WRONG MOVE >Homely has the shirt down over her chest in a flash. >She just yells out "JERK" and stomps away >The other girls are just staring at me >They're angry >I've fucked up >I've really fucked up >I've got to run >I just had a girl take off her shirt to show me something she thought was "Sexy" and i laughed >Oh god anons never ever ever laugh at things attached to females. >Never ever ever >I'm off the side of the armchair in a flash >Glasses can't even grab at me this time >I hit the ground flat and start trying to roll away. >They can smell my fear >What was once a disorganized group of females fighting between one another >Is now an organized pack hunting machine >They're flocking like a murderous murder of murdering crows. >I'm tactically rolling away >One of them gets my leg >I'm clawing at the carpet >the last thing i see is blondie coming at me with a pillow. >I knew it would end this way... >Well that's the last thing i see before i kick off whoever has my leg and bolt out of there. >Back around the corner >Through the Kitchen >Bathroom again >Lock the door >They're banging on it again >Probably two battering rams >Time traveling anons pls send help >Well actually don't >I yell out past the door >"QUIET DOWN, I'M TAKIN A PISS" >They don't quiet down. >Pls don't send help though, it'd be embarrassing >I finish up, wash my hands, ect. >unlock the door and walk out again >I get battered with various pillows and punched in the arms a couple of times. >Homely is back, with her shirt on and an obvious hurt look on her face. >She doesn't seem to be emotionally traumatized though >My experiences in dealing with raven seem to be non-indicative of what actual girls think. >She's not giving me a chance to recover though, she personally punches me hard in the shoulder >I take it like a man >Which means i wince and grab it with my other arm because it actually hurt. >I don't ever understand why we grab things that hurt, but i did. >She's not too mad though, i should probably be worried >Homely walks up to me >I back up >She follows >She's got some look on her face i can't read at all >It's probably because i spend absolutely no time reading her face >She's actually forcing me against the wall again now >Her clothed breasts are pressing against me and i realize she's back to not wearing any bra at all. >They're lovely and soft though >I can feel them change shape as she presses harder and harder against me. >She makes like she's going to kiss me >She brings her face actual inches in front of mine >Her eyes are sultry, like she's been craving a delicious piece of cake all day and she's going to bite into it. >Her lips are full, soft... round >They're so tantalizing >Would you blame me if i tried to lean forward right now and connect? >Well i do try >Except she's got her hands on my shoulders >I can't move >i've been tricked >This movement on my end seems to be exaclty what she was waiting for >She breaks off her advance >Moves back >Her eyes break contact when she gets a foot away from me >She almost instantly turns around and squeals "You see!" >"I told you it was me!" >Hey wait a second that's not how it wor- >"Plus he likes these better like this" >She's got both her hands on her breasts and jiggling them up and down individually >The other girls are looking on in shame >Blondie looks like she's taking it the worst >Glasses knows this is probably her fault. >It is her fault so fuck her for the time being >Stupid sexy homely >Birthday is actually looking worried >Homely infringing upon her territory >Again >I guess homely saw birthday as the main threat in competition. >She was trying to do the birthday thing and go full aggressive. >This makes sense why they've been directly competing this entire time >Homely's not playing this straight though >She backs up >Wiggles her upper torso and exclaims >"Well maybe you'd like them better like this!" >In one sweeping motion she's got her shirt over her head. >Oh lord >They're definitely Ds >Both of them aren't very firm, but not droopy either. >Just well rounded with a little bit of hang >My male brain has the instant desire to "support" them. >The center of each has good half-dollar sized circles of red flesh, topped with a lovely nipple. >I'm now in full automatic >Male brain kicking in >I'm not thinking straight at all, i mean... >tits >She's still got her plan in motion though >She's close to me again >She's actually up against me >I can feel both of her breasts pressing against me >[spoiler]Breasts when they press against you end up all over the place, it's really not symmetrical[/spoiler] >Her nipples are just the tiniest bit hard >It's really not hard to tell where they're pressing against me >She's back at kissing distance >One tantalizing second, i look up from her lips at her eyes. >And she's off of me >No kiss > ): >Wait a second did i actually want homely to kiss me >I'm so confused >my Boner is so confused >Multiple other body parts are confused as well >My hands are still hovering where i would be holding her >My crotch is still leaning forward slightly anticipating the kiss >I'm still making kissing lips >She's not though >She's facing me from across the hallway and has nothing but a look of contempt on her face >"What, you wanted a kiss? Too bad. J-E-R-K" >She enunciates every syllable with a scowl >With that she turns away, taking her breasts with her and waltzes down the hallway whistling and swinging her top in one hand. >Holyshitpaybacklikeasackofbrickstotheface >Homely wins this round >I'm still standing there >Dumb as balls expression on my face >Blondie is first to act, she walks up and Slaps me >It's not really a slap though, she like takes her hand and brings it up against my right cheek, hits it rather softly. >"Idiot", she whispers as she draws her hand across the front of my face and walks down the hallway >Glasses is generally amused, i get a curt "You deserved it" as she walks off in the same direction as blondie. >I resist the urge to yell "FUCK YOU TOO GLASSES" down the hallway. >Birthday is still standing there with her eyes turned downcast >I'm about to ask what's wrong right as she looks up at me >There's a look of rabid determination in her eyes >each muscle around her eyes are scrunched up >her mouth is prim and an absolute straight line. >I'm formulating apologies in my head >I've hurt her badly, or she's got my murder planned >Is she jealous >Is she angry >I can't tell >I don't need to tell >I see her bite her lip for just a second. >She's suddenly in the air >She tackles me against the wall >I don't hit my head somehow >I realize she's put her hand behind my head so it hits the wall and softens the blow to not hurt >I'm going to have to remember that trick for later >But my learning is interrupted by her hot lips upon mine >No foreplay, all tongue >Same flavor as before, but lighter >I'm not complaining >She's trying her hardest to press me against the wall as much as possible >She has one arm behind my lower back, and another behind my head >She's got both of her breasts pressed against me >Actually so much pressure they're spilling upwards out of her bra. >I realize my hands are still outstretched in the "Trying to kiss homely" Position. >I rectify that and place them on her back >The warm, bare flesh of her lower back. >She seems to have other plans though >She pulls back >And shoves me through the bathroom door backwards >I manage four surprised steps backwards before i stumble and land on my behind >It's far enough though, she's in the bathroom with me >the door is closed >the door is locked >She gives me a sultry smile >"That's better" >Those words are purred like a content lioness. >Her hands reach behind her >I can tell what she's doing >It's obvious what she's doing >But i'm still looking at her face >something's wrong >It's her eyes >She's purring like a lioness, but her eyes >They're saying nothing of the sort >They're like a lost little kitten >They're screaming "Accept me" >Her hands finish, the Bra goes slack. >I watch in slow-motion as she hunches her shoulders forwards and the entire thing just slides off. >Her words and actions scream confidence. >But she's still holding the Bra in both hands where it fell >It's almost defensive >Her body language screams embarrassment, with the tiniest bit of fear >I think she's scared i'll reject her >Valid fears for anyone in that situation i guess. >I'm still on my butt on the ground looking up. >There's tits >I'm looking >Smaller than homely's, Large Cs >Her areola and nipples are smaller too, just enough to notice a difference. >But instead of red, they're light pink. >She's absolutely ravishing, i'm not sure where to look because the entire package is so enticing. >She's standing with her arms still held forward and together by holding the bra, one leg slightly ahead of the other under her long skirt. >To top it off the expression in her eyes has leaked slightly and her face is backing it up. >The position itself is rival to some of the best modeling you'll ever see. The emotions passing it far beyond anything comparable. >I don't get to stare very long though >She takes a step forward, and blurts out >"Tell me i'm better!" >It's definitely not confident, its like a desperate plea >I'm of course more than happy to blurt out >"Yes you're be-" >But i'm interrupted by being pounced again and kissed >I'm not knocked backwards though >She lightly forces more and more of her weight against me until i slowly reel backwards and lie down >I've got her full chest against mine >and her Nipples were VERY hard. >Almost painful hard >But psychologically the feel of nipples pressing against you is awesome. >I didn't get any victory music though, >I'm too busy being kissed >She's got me pinned against the floor >One of her legs is snaked around mine >That feels god damn amazing by the way. >I can't move >I don't want to move >Well i guess i can move my hands >I take advantage of his and wrap one around and place it on her lower back >But i have TWO hands >I take the chance and place my other right on her right buttcheek >She doesn't seem to notice, or if she does she doesn't care >Hell yeah >She's moving her entire body against me >She's got one of her legs folded up underneath her >This puts her knee right against my crotch. >Not in a painful way though, it's like its there just to provide the right amount of pressure and friction >Her breasts are rubbing up and down ever so slightly every time she applies pressure with her knee. >Her kiss is involving our entire faces now >We have our mouths wide open, chasing down one another like we're trying to eat the other participant >Each time we catch the other, it just ends in a stalemate as we go back to tongue play. >I'm not sure this is how kisses work, huge slobbery messes, but it's actually pretty fucking fun. >I take a chance between kisses and slip my other hand under her skirt. >It ends up on her left panty-clad butcheek >Its much hotter under the skirt, and her panties are made out of some soft silky material >This just kind of slides around in my hands and i don't have a firm purchase, but it's amazing nonetheless. >[spoiler]I don't know if you've ever touched women's underwear, but somehow its like seventy times nicer than men's in terms of fabric quality[/spoiler] >[spoiler] It's got to be something to do with how thin the material usually is[/spoiler] >I've got my other hand slowly working under her skirt as well, but its slow progress because i have to stop it wherever it is and hold her tightly every time we play the chasing game. >The hand starts on her bare lower back. >Pauses temporarily on the mountains of her upper tushie. >Enjoys an afternoon stroll across her clothed upper thigh. >Uses the skirt as a shade from the hot summer sun on her lower thigh. >Eventually Monsieur hand makes his way to the bare upper thigh >He's on tiptoes now, sneaking ever closer to his goal. >He's on edge, he knows he might be caught any moment. >With relish he reaches ze goal he's been traveling for. >With one movement i clasp my hand softly over the entire crevice of her pantied crotch. >From her butt, to where my fingers are pressing lightly right below her lower navel. >She freezes >an odd look on her face as she sits up slightly. >She doesn't remove my hand though >Her legs squish together as she changes position and i find myself happily stuck here, one hand on her behind, one right between her hinds. >The only real sensation i can feel is heat emanating off of where Mr. righty is visiting. >Birthday finally speaks >"So...?" >So what i'm thinking in my head >i'm not sure this is what i should be saying right then though >My brain wasn't exactly working at full steam >Or half steam >Or any steam >It might have been empty >It must have been empty because i simply repeat "So..." and look at her questioningly. >Her confidence is back, she doesn't look as fragile anymore, but i know it's probably all there if i poked the wrong spot. >"So... am i better?" >Holy shit that's what this was about wasn't it >I completely forgot >Of course you're fucking better woman, i would have just told you if you asked me >Not that i mind how you asked of course >In retrospect this would have probably been the proper response >Instead i try to be suave and "cool" >yeah, im cringing too. >"You had to ask?" Was my ill thought out response. >To make it worse i punctuated it with a wiggle of my fingers right where she could feel them. >this seemed like a good idea at the time >Her funny look doesn't stop >It doesn't change to hurt, or sadness, or happiness >It's just kind of confused. >I can almost see her changing slowly from "Loved" to "Unwanted" in her eyes >My brain isn't working correctly because she's still got her knee pressing firmly against my hardness >But i can tell she's not liking the answer >I dimly realize i probably just made it about sex and not her >I had given the equivalent to the after-romp question of "Was it as good for you as it was me?" >Don't ever do that anons. >I rack my mind and just blurt out an answer i think will smooth it over. >"Yes" >That does it, her entire posture softens >Her upper body relaxes, her chest sinks an entire inch and brings her beautiful breasts along with it. >Her eyes are back to smiling >i retreat to my older thoughts of "I would have just fucking told you woman" >I say some of these words >Looks like i'm not fucked >I'm just looking at her expectantly >I'm pretty sure i had a pleading look all over my face. >Please insert another coin to continue >pls >She repositions her knee, it's no longer pressing firmly against me, instead its on the other side of my leg >This opens up her crotch, and lets my hand breathe again. >She's just kneeling above me topless. >Both of her legs straddling me >Both of my hands under her skirt, one on her left buttcheek, one placed flatly across her panty-covered most private place. >She's not moving >She's got a kind of quizzical smiling face on, like she's deciding if she wants to do something or not. >I take the chance, might as well >I take the hand i have on her crotch and place a firm amount of pressure with my middle finger right into her pubic bone. >I just watch her face, as i slide it down, inch by inch across her panties. >Where her slit starts... >She's got a look of focus on her face as if she's concentrating on something. >Halfway down >She strains a tiny amount and bites her lower lip. >Bottom of the curve >No movement in her face >still the same focused concentration. >I round out the last bit with the lightest caress of what i could only assume was her rear, before i moved my hand to the back of her thigh. >Her look softens, then hardens again. >She seems to have made a decision. >"Thanks for picking me" >She leans over and picks up the bra where she left it and begins putting it back on. >Million things going through my head >She definitely thinks that she is for-sure the one i picked during the kissing game. >I mean the whole point was to give everyone enough clues to think it was them >But now she REALLY thinks it was her. >I'm not sure where my opinions lie on this >She's got her bra back on though, hidden the precious things from sight while i was thinking about what she just said. >Still have my hands on her glorious ass though >Aint taking this away from me >She stands up >She's taken this away from me >I see a hand hovering in my vision >Oh i guess i should take this >I'm hauled to my feet >Still have a boner of a million armies >I'm not stopping here >Fuck that >I wrap my arms around her, pinning one of her arms to her side and the other between me and her. >I lean in for a kiss >I close my eyes >I meet her finger >I open my eyes >A single finger separating my lips from meeting hers. >She's giving me another quizzical look, but its softer and it's almost saying "I'm sorry" >I have absolutely no clue what she's thinking but i was just kiss-blocked by her finger >She lets loose a whisper >"Not now..." >Her breath is hot and cascades across the features of my face >It feels lovely >But > ): >I let go >She backs up and straightens up >She points at the sink >We're both kinda covered with slobber i guess >It's not a very cheery time, we both kind of just solemnly clean ourselves up and wipe away any traces of what happened here. >Its much easier since we don't have shirts on >We finish cleaning up and i get another sad apologetic look from her >I don't know what i could have possibly done to deserve that look >It must be something she doesn't want to tell me >Maybe she's afraid of being caught by everyone else, or something else simpler. >Caught >Oh right we should probably not exit the bathroom together >I offer to go first and just duck into the guest room and wait out her reintroducing herself to the crowd for a while. >I do just that >I close the door behind me >The room is a darker and much quieter stark contrast to the rest of the house >I guess the girls were back in the living room playing video games from what it sounded like. >I turn away from the door and glance over at raven >she's somehow shoved all the pillows all over the place and is lying on her back. >I remember this is a bad thing >I walk over and sit on the bed >half of her torso is sticking out and it looks like she's half tangled in the blankets >I think one of her feet is even hanging off the edge under the covers >She seems to be sleeping happily unaware of this though >Silly girl >I slightly chuckle to myself comparing her chest to the two i had just had shoved in my face. >Still, small has its merits, and i shove this thought from my mind as i roll her over. >little bit of repositioning later, i've got her back on her side and wrapped up properly. >Even got her arms around that hugging pillow, her chin resting on the corner of it softly. >She has no clue, but she's winning major cuteness points in her sleep >fokin adorabul >I hear the door click though and i'm brought quickly out of my dawwing >I turn around to find glasses closing the door behind her >She turns around and seems completely surprised to see me. >I mumble something like "she was just sprawled, i put her back on her side" >She doesn't seem to say anything, she just gives a kind of half-nod. >I guess that was a good enough excuse to have been gone for all this time and found in the room with an unconscious half-naked girl in it. >I hoped glasses trusted me at that point, i sure felt like she did. >She turns towards the door and starts to leave >I stop her >"Glasses" This is just her full name >"Are you mad at me?... from earlier?" >She doesn't turn around >We're both just standing there silently for a bit >longer than a bit, it's maybe 20 seconds, neither of us saying anything. >Eventually she turns around >She turns with one leg, the other just remains stationary >It's more of a pivot >She's smiling though >The light is kinda bad, but from the distance i think i see a wet spot between her nose and her cheek. >I wonder if she was crying, but i'm interrupted by her chosen statement. >"No" >This is just a harsh flat word in my ears >I'm crestfallen >I know that she means way more than she's saying >I'm mulling this over, what her real opinions are on the subject for about a third of a second before she continues >"Because you chose to kiss me first".