>As any wikipedia scientist would know >That argument was never going to end very well >But this one ended far far worse than well >Within moments the girls were upon one another in a flurry of various dirty underhand attacks. >Punches >Hair Pulling >Biting (Homely, figures right?) >Slapping >Kicking >Name Calling >Full-blown catfight >Considering how scantily clad the women were, i could have happily sat back with a drink and enjoyed the show. >Homely's panties were fairly visible every time she went on the offensive >Her long legs and butt peeking out from under the overshirt every time she lunged at her current mortal-enemy. >They weren't flabby, they moved in that taut but firm kind of way muscly bits do when you're exerting yourself. >Not to mention the copious amount of jiggling and bouncing her breasts were doing in that thin T-shrit without a bra. >And that was just homely. >Birthday wasn't really winning the fight >Homely's Bitch-Fu seemed to be a bit too hard to counter, too many low-handed tactics. >Birthday's hair was a mess, having been tugged and yanked in various directions, it was tangled, sticking out and repositioning itself every time they sparred. >Her cheeks were alternating between that pale-white that sticks around a couple seconds after you've been slapped, to a slowly darkening hue of pink. >Her bra was half-pulled off, one cup askew after homely had used it as a handhold for whatever punishment she had attempted to met out >Yes that meant one tit was floppin around free. >And lastly that skirt, leaving just the most tantalizing views of flesh and thighs as it wafted up and down with each movement >Sometimes tantalizing shadows that i wish i could have made out if the lights were on. >I'm not really sure what i was thinking as i watched this >I'm not sure what any of us were thinking as we watched it >Those same "Not Sure" thoughts that flow through most heads anytime something like this happens >As we stared on, mouths collectively open in awe. >It wasn't really until we started listening to what they were screaming about that we took any action at all. >Bits and pieces of "I won" or "You lost" thrown about, except louder >As Glasses, Raven, Blondie and Myself got up to interject >we hear that it was a Bet >That they had been betting against one another on something >Screaming about it not being over yet as we rushed over to separate the two. >Now seperating fighting girls is no easy task >It took two of us per, i ended up trying to hold back birthday >Elbowed in the stomach , backhanded accidentally in the shoulder. >Angry women are not easy to pull off of one another, but we managed. >But the screaming didn't stop >"I WENT THE FURTHEST" -Birthday >"HE WOULDN'T LET ME" -Homely >"ADMIT I WIN" - Birthday >It's not hard to piece together, this argument is about me. >Not really about me though, these kicking screaming women seem to unveil more of the story each shout >They had made a bet >A friendly bit of competition of sorts >From pieces of shouting we could tell it was about who i liked the most >About who could get the "Farthest" with me >To see who could prove once and for all that i liked them better >Or that they were the more attractive one >Or more likeable >Frankly i didn't know the reason because it was lost in the screaming >It wasn't a very friendly competition >All i, and the other girls could hear was that birthday had seemingly won >As we had gone "All the way" in her words. >That i and her were "closest" >and that homely was an "Ugly unwanted bitch" >Her words not mine >Even though i've pretty much been telling you guys the same thing the entire time >Atleast i didn't say it to her face ya-know? >But the cat was out of the proverbial bag >You can see why homely was winning the fight, when her very value as a female was at stake. >But we couldn't really defuse this situation >I mean there was absolutely nothing i could do >No amount of words was going to solve the problem that i had created unknowingly between these two >Frankly it wasn't even my fault >I was actually somewhat angry at them. >All the attention they'd been giving me was fake >Hot >But fake >Plus my sandwich died over this stupid bet >That's like maximum uncool >I couldn't tell if all those hot kisses with birthday were fake or just her playing a game >I couldn't tell if homely had actually wanted my attention or just wanted to win the contest. >It was a pretty shitty feeling, because suddenly you stop evaluating yourself as some kind of alpha badass and you realize you've been a toy the entire time. >I mean it was hot >I enjoyed the hell out of it >But i was a toy >and my thoughts after-the-fact kinda ruined the experience. >I was no longer in a happy hot-pink-toes mood >I wanted red, fire engine red. >There's quite a bit of yelling between everyone >I'm calling them both idiots >Blondie's telling everyone to calm down >Raven's telling everyone to calm down >Glasses is giggling and holding homely back like a drunken fool. >The fight has stopped, the shouting has stopped >Well except for a few choice swear words from each of them >They both had faces squirmed into contorted positions >Silently screaming at one another >They weren't struggling anymore, well homely wasn't >Birthday still was >Until she started screaming "LET GO, LET GO OF ME" and writhing back and forth to lose the arms holding her back >She gets one arm free and i panic and try to jump between the girls to make sure they don't fight again >They don't >Birthday just glowers at me, her face a mixture of too many emotions to count >And she stomps away >Door slamming in the distance. >We're all frozen >Glasses still giggling and holding homely >Nobody else is laughing, but glasses seems to have found something amazingly funny about that entire exchange. >She doesn't say anything though >Thank god >Instead it's homely who's the first one who speaks >It's directed at me >It's a cry, a plea for help, for validation >"Why don't you LIKE me?" >That's not a hard question to answer homely >Your personality is utter shit, and i would pay for it a thousand times over if i even hinted at liking you >But i don't tell her this >This would get me thrown out of the house by all the women, no contest >Instead i say nothing >and she continues >"I even offered up EVERYTHING to you, and you still didn't want it!" >Nothing but sobbing, a cold fear in these next words. >"What's WRONG WITH ME?" >Not an easy situation to diffuse anons >Frankly i'm not sure i would have been even able to diffuse it at all unless she had continued >Her next words gave me the needed fodder even if it was way worse. >"You had... s...SEX with her and not ME!" >That tone of voice was back to anger >But she wasn't angry at me for supposedly having sex with birthday >She was mad that i had turned her down and seemingly went off and did it with her friend without batting an eye >She was tearing herself apart on the inside >There's an easy fix to that >I had two choices that popped into my head >"We didn't, she lied" >or >"She wouldn't let me" >Guess which one i picked? >If you guessed the second one that's where your story ends >I was found brutally murdered and decapitated in the living room >None of the women were ever heard from again. >Except for glasses, who is rumored to be wrestling bears to death with her bare hands off in alaska or something >If you guessed the first one though >You're correct >For once in my life i didn't pick the answer that would have made everything a thousand times worse >It took a bit of prodding for the truth to set in >I had to go and re-write history, explaining with great detail that i had not had intercourse with any of the women while they got me alone in the bathroom to punish birthday. >Blondie has questions >Ends up she was listening outside the bedroom door at first >"What about all of glasses' moaning?" >This just gets giggles from glasses, who's sitting on the couch with a smile on her face. >This is probably one of the reasons blondie was angry at me all day that i couldn't figure out. >It takes zero effort to explain i was getting a back-massage to help my back, and she was just being loud to torment birthday >This seems like a reasonable explanation and is accepted by everyone >Just sounds like something glasses would do i guess >Except raven >Raven has no clue what we're talking about >"What do you mean glasses was helping your back?" >She's not angry about me possibly having sex with glasses again, she knew. >But she was asleep when i got hurt >Everyone just kind of stares at her silently, waiting for the first foolhardy soul to try to explain it >I'm trying to piece together neutral words to ensure that nobody dies >Too late >Glasses has a better plan >Blurt out the truth >"Blondie almost killed Storybro" >She says this with a giggle >I think she's really plastered honestly >Doesn't help >Glasses is such a bro. >I can barely get between Raven and Blondie in time >Blondie ends up in a corner with me protecting her from Raven's angry assault of claws and daggers >She gets me with an initial Kidney shot right after i put up Inner Fire. >Breaks through my power word: shield. >I'm trying to throw renew and a heal on myself but she interrupts me with a kick and a sinister strike >I'm praying that my psychic scream will come off cooldown before she gets an eviscerate off. >Her slice and dice seems to wear off just in time and the assault stops the second i fade and drop aggro. >It's not really fighting between her and me, she's just trying to get at blondie before she gets her heartstone cast off >My pleas of "Wait i'm fine it's ok" and "Stop, don't be angry at her" are mostly lost. >I was lying through my teeth anyway, my back still hurt >On some level she was probably imagining the most insane methods of blondie-assassination you could come up with >And it wasn't making it any better that i was trying to stop her from assassinating blondie on the spot too. >It's not long before glasses intervenes, homely wanting no part in another fight. >Or just having no honor, your pick >Glasses drags the kicking and angry Raven off of trying to get behind me >And does the honors of making the situation ... different. >I won't say better >I won't say worse >Glasses mumbles pretty loudly into raven's ear >"I saved him, you should be thanking me" >Raven just gives an exasperated sigh and asks what the full story was >So i told everyone to shut up >And i told as-calmly as i could about what had happened >What i had felt >This was the first time actually any of the girls there had learned what actually was happening to me >They were too busy fretting over me afterwards to figure out what had happened, and they had just concentrated on my back because it was visible. >Blondie shrinks into the corner trying to make herself very, very, very small during the course of the story. >Glasses is heightening the story with sounds of her own, gasps and "ahhs". >Even homely seems to be giving out various sounds of dismay at either me not dying, or how much it hurt >Possibly the me-not dying part >But raven is silent >Tears streaming down her face >I'm terrified of what i've just unleashed >It would have been safer to just pretend nothing had happened >I try to explain that blondie will find a way to make it up to me >Point out she's gonna make me some damn cupcakes in the future and i'm going to get to eat all of them >Blondie was our resident baker, cookies mostly, but sometimes cakes. >Eat all of them probably at the same time >With lots of frosting and everything >[spoiler]Yeah i want cupcakes now too[/spoiler] >This doesn't seem to be about blondie anymore >Raven has her arms around me and is sobbing into my shoulder >Which should be sexual, i mean we were both topless still >But i don't know, i was used to her chest almost >Like any of the other girls would have breasts that bounced or swayed as they moved, my attention would shift instantly if any of them weren't wearing a top >But hers were small enough that they were firm, almost no movement. >Like accessories almost >Perfect size in my mind, the kind of topless where you can stare for a moment and go "Those are attractive" and look away. >Which i'm explaining because the first thought i did have was that she was now pressing her bare chest against mine. >A sensation that i enjoyed deeply >It was warm. >comforting even. >But she wasn't comforting me >She was comforting herself and blubbering words out like a small child that had lost her favorite toy. >In the accident that had killed that small child's parents >She was sobbing words into my chest, but everyone heard them >Words about how it was all her fault for drinking >Words about How if she was there she could have realized and stopped it or saved me >Words about what she would have felt if she had woken up and i had been gone >She poured her emotions out and made us feel like heartless bastards for how much she felt than we were. >She seemed to be dealing with just the thought of losing me on an emotional scale unforeseen by all in the room. >All i can do is hug her back and remind her i'm still here. >I try and joke that we can have a funeral still if she wants. >you know, lighten the mood >it goes about as well as you would expect >She just grabs me and sobs harder into my chest >Of course i made it worse >I don't think i can fuck up the situation any more i guess >But she's back to talking >"Don't leave me!" >That's what i hear at least, it could be all kinds of things she said muffled at that angle. >I just end up just patting her back >I don't really know what else i should be doing >the other girls aren't helping >except for homely who is sitting on the couch now with a blanket >She takes the lovely choice of interrupting >"I call the couch, don't cry for too much longer; i'm tired." >She says that as she wraps herself up and lies down >Your a dick homely >But it does the trick >Raven sniffles and stops crying all over me >I'm covered in spots of tears and snot >t.. thanks raven >Blondie decides to take the chance to dart out of the corner and past us >Raven makes a hissing noise and bats at her with a claw as she runs past >just barely missing a scratch connecting >Blondie even lets out the appropriate "eep" noise and hides off in the kitchen >Raven's emerald green cat-eyes, glimmering at her from the near darkness >We're interrupted by a shirt flying at us from the couch >It hits me in the face >glasses is back to giggling again >Homely announces "It was too tight..." and rolls over in her blanket. >that's fine, i just use it to wipe the snot and tears off me and throw it on the ground. >Thanks homely. >Raven ends up stomping after blondie into the kitchen >I'm about to go intercept and stop her when i find glasses in my way >"Don't, they need to talk" >She seems to have had a moment of clarity >I know how important "girl talks" can be, but i'm worried about how much murder will be involved >Glasses doesn't let me leave, her hand is on mine holding me back >*sigh* >I don't hear screaming, or shouting or hitting from the kitchen though, so i assume all is right in the world to the point at which i need not interrupt >Glasses however is all over me >She had ulterior motives i guess >She's really drunk >Her hands are all over in places they definitely should not be >On my body and hers >Comments like "My top is really tight too" are being whispered in my ear >I have the clear notion that this is wrong >That i should not take advantage of her at all, even though her hand is in my boxers trying to convince me otherwise. >That i'm not in the mood after the shit that just went down >I say some of those words >She mentions that Blondie and Raven need time to talk >And that i've still got a dare left >HNNGGGGGGGGGGG >Fuck it >I give in to my weak-will >I know i shouldn't, that i should be concerned about the kitchen or something, but i'm not thinking. >We're off in the bathroom >I dare her to give me a blowjob >I don't ask for anything more because i am still trying to work my feelings out about who i really should be chasing. >But >She did just get me rock hard, her own damn fault >She can fix it >My pants are down faster than a clown >She's on her knees and starts sucking >It's perfect, she's got suction, she's got tongue >I'm in asgard for about three minutes >Until she stops >I look down >She's fast asleep on her knees >Head of my cock still in her mouth >I'm pretty sure my laughter can be heard throughout the whole house. >She looked absolutely absurd >She really was drunk and tired, >Just fell asleep mid-blow >I contemplate using her to finish up even if she is asleep >Maybe finish in her mouth, maybe just strip her a bit and jack off all over her. >As tempting as they were, the ideas felt a bit too wrong when i actually had a chance to do them. >She was still my friend >It felt like i was degrading her as a person >It's more fun if she's the one doing it. >She would probably happily give me a blowjob later if i asked anyway. >There were plenty of good reasons >There's a real moral checkpoint you have to hurdle yourself over to want to defile a sleeping lady >Even if she had fallen asleep willingly with my dick in her mouth. >The moral of the story is that i pussied out and ended up jacking off into the toilet >Still got to oggle her bra-clad tits while i did it though >I justified that in my head >figured she would want me to. >I finish up my fap-session >Clean up, wash hands, you know just gotta be polite >It's not my house >I still kinda feel bad, even though we didn't do anything >My thoughts linger on the other two girls in the kitchen and i wonder how long i've been. >I kinda haul Glasses to her feet, she's half asleep >Decide i gotta drag her to the nearest sleeping facility >Which would be the sleeping bags in Birthday's room >We make the journey down the hallway >Fighting off snakes and alligators on the river trip. >Eventually we make it and i try the door >Locked >Fuck >"Birthday let me in, glasses needs a sleeping bag" >No response >Fuck >Out of all the times for her to be a snotty-attention-grabbing-crybaby >I lug and haul glasses out to the living room >There's only one sleeping bag here >It takes me a full two minutes to get her into the sleeping bag, giggling in her sleep and all. >Then another minute to zip it up properly and make sure she's got a pillow from the couch. >I turn around and realize we don't have any more sleeping bags >I mean we've got the one that's in the laundry room but we aren't using that one >For reasons >I just waltz over to the candles and decide i might as well put one out and take the other with me. >After i put one out i hear homely behind me >"Hey perv!" >Me being an idiot, i turn around >She's got her chest exposed and the blanket wrapped around her stomach >Lovely breasts facing me of course >"You should tuck me in like you did her?" >It's a hopeful question >Luckily in my post-fap clarity i'm capable of thinking rationally >I just blow out the second candle and walk away. >I end up in the kitchen with a single flashlight illuminating the girls hugging and crying in a corner, all problems solved >No not really >They're kinda staring one another off >Decent amount of distance between one another >I ask em the simple question >"Everything cool now?" >I get a "Yup" from raven and silence from blondie. >It comes to mind that she's been beaten into submission >But i see no open wounds or bleeding, so i assume there wasn't too much damage done. >I start rummaging around in the drawers for matches to light the second candle again >Don't say anything. >While i'm doing this, i also mention the previously discovered problem >"Birthday locked all the sleeping bags in her room" >This is met by mixed response >Raven just kind of shrugs >"You and I can sleep over in the parent's bedroom together, no big deal" >She's right, we technically had already slept together over there. >But what about blondie >I ask this >Raven already has a response planned out >"She can sleep on the floor, or the guest room or something" >Oh there it is >There's definitely still bitch-hate between these two >They are most certainly not "cool" with one another >Raven knows firsthand that the guest room is freezing cold and windy >That she's pretty much trying to punish blondie in some kind of mean way when she shouldn't be involved. >The saddest part is that blondie seems to just be taking it lying down >No fight from her whatsoever >I can't bear to see that happen >I'm not going to consign a friend to a night of uncomfortable or cold-sleep when there's rain and wind in that room right now. >I say all of those words >And a couple more >"She can sleep in the parent's bed with us" >Raven's eyes flash with emerald fire in the flashlight's glow. >Blondie objects first >Lots of "I can't" and "I don't want to, the guest room is fine" >Raven seems to agree, she's making up excuses as to why only us two can sleep together and with blondie it would be wrong or something >I'm not playing this game >Raven's obviously mad at blondie and beat her down with words into submission, i'd have to solve this for their own good. >"I dare blondie to sleep in the same bed as us" >There we go, problem solved >Or not >Raven's mouth starts moving like she's going to overturn my dare with her own. >I don't let her >"I swear to god raven you say a word and i'll hate you" >She closes her mouth >It's settled then >Blondie doesn't argue, she knows it's nicer than anything else, even if embarassing. >The bed's fucking huge anyway, she could be miles away from us. >We're going to all eventually end up in the parent's bed together. >When i say eventually it's because none of us are tired yet >All that adrenaline and fighting and kicking and screaming kinda had us buzzed a bit >Plus we hadn't drunk alcohol, and raven was asleep all day and i had plenty of periodic naps. >Blondie suggests we eat some cereal >This is a brilliant plan >We spend the next 20 minutes by candlelight >Each crunching on cereal in a slow methodical contemplative kind of way >In not-too-cold milk because the fridge was out. >We didn't really hurry because none of us had anything to say >It had been a long eventful day, i don't think we needed to say much of anything. >Just delicious cereal >As the rain continued to fall outside. >Cereal finished >We're still not tired >But there really is nothing we want, or care to do. >Raven makes the move and blows out the candle, turning on the flashlight >It's off to bed we go i guess >The trip is uneventful >Silent >The creaking and moving of the house as we walked along the only noise i remembered >We reach the bedroom >The well-sat on and rumpled bed showing off all the action it had gotten over the day, various people sitting on, lying on or crawling across it. >All that history >Gone the moment raven flipped the covers over >It's decided i'm going to be in the middle >Blondie is gonna sleep on the far far end >Raven the other end >I point out that we haven't changed into anything >But we don't actually have pajamas >I make it a point to strip off my sweatpants and leave my boxers on >I'm kind of hoping the other two women will take off more clothes >At Least blondie maybe >Nope >I even suggest she take off her bra so she'll be able to sleep more comfortably >Nope >She's too embarrassed even though we've seen her naked. >Oh well... >We do that thing where we all get in place to sleep, legs under the covers and all. >Our flashlight is rather dim at this point, batteries running low, so we aren't sure if we want to stay up and talk or not >Raven makes the first move >She scooches all the way from her side to right next to me >Turns around and presses her skirt-clad butt right up to my side >Ahh, she wants us to go to sleep spooning >Blondie silently watching from across the bed >Speak now or forever hold your peace blondie? >Nothing >Alright then >I turn over and spoon raven, wrapping an arm around her chest. >It's rather warm as we pull the blankets over ourselves >She wiggles her butt against my crotch a couple times >I'm rather lucky i fapped in the bathroom or i would have to sleep with a boner >Which wouldn't be possible >But i seem to remain soft enough as Blondie flips out the light >I hear her wrap herself off in the distance and curl up with the blanket >I fall asleep to the smell of raven's hair >Whatever flavor that goddess rán's forsaken bubblebath was >But i squirm awake sometime later >I'm warm >I'm very very comfy >But i'm not sure why i woke up >I might be a bit too warm actually >My back is just as warm as my front >But that doesn't make sense >What also doesn't make sense is the hands wrapped around my stomach >I realize blondie has slid over and is curled up to me from behind >I'm being double spooned >Awesome >Her hands are also on my stomach, one of them half in my boxers, i get to wondering if she's awake. >I'm not sure how to check though >I take my free hand and kinda tap hers, see if she's going to respond >Nothing >She must have been asleep for a while now >Tried to fondle me and fell asleep with her hands there maybe. >But she could be faking it >Brilliant idea >I push down my boxers to about my mid thighs, wasn't too hard they didn't fit very well anyway. >I then grab one of her hands and slowly move it to cup my crotch >Lewd~ >I know >But she didn't react so i knew she was actually asleep and not faking it. >Plus i mean she put her hands halfway there >I contemplate moving her hand away, but then i smile when i think of what she'll do when she wakes up >Probably scream >I doze off with an evil grin on my face >I don't wake up to screaming >I wake up with two soft and smooth hands below the covers playing with me >and i was as hard as contra without cheats. >Blondie seems to have been fondling me in various ways while i was sleeping >Maybe curiosity, maybe a tad bit of perversion, but she probably didn't know i was awake. >Her hands are smooth, soft... gentle and warm >She's not being abrasive, or chafing me in horrible ways. >It's actually quite nice, even tickles a little bit, but pleasurable the entire way. >Her soft fingers stroking upwards and downwards, cradling, smoothly running across all my features. >She's quite good at this, or her accidental exploration is simply hitting all the right tactile levels >Either way, i'm not too far off from an orgasm myself >I almost can't stop myself from giving a couple thrusts forward, even though i know nothing would happen. >It's right after i almost give one of these thrusts that she pulls one of her hands away, and stops the movement with the other. >I can hear her mouth open, her hot breath on my neck as i'm facing away from her >Then a long, wet crackly sound >Her hand comes back around and touches me down below >It's wet and slippery >She licked it >With the new-found lubrication her strokes are slower, more methodical >Every time her hand ridges the head of my penis i feel the nerves all the way up shudder a bit of a shock through me >It's a completely different experience to doing it myself >I have no control, no knowledge of what's going to happen next >It's an amazing experience >But like all amazing experiences, this one has to end sooner rather than later >After a couple more of her wonderful strokes, i do slight my hips forward a tiny bit >This is accompanied by a spasm or two across my entire dick, no controlling that. >And i squirt a numberless amount of times, plastering raven's lower back, skirt, and blondie's hands with copious amounts of thick liquid >Now THAT is comfy. >I give an internal sigh as one of blondie's hands snakes away again >An apprehensive pause... >That same hot hurried breath on the back of my neck >That same crackling wet sound >I throw on a satisfied smile and fall asleep again.