>Next thing i know, it's light outside >Well inside too, there was a patch of sunlight streaming in across my eyelids >That doesn't let you go back to bed no matter how sleepy you are >and i was really sleepy >So the first thing my sleepy eyesi see is the back of raven's head, her hair to be precise. >It's got sunlight all over it, makes it look almost-blonde in the bright spots. >Which reminds me >My pants are still off >I'm still sticky >Both of my arms seem to be wrapped around raven in various difficult-to-untangle ways >My sleepy mind struggles to remember how this happened >It doesn't really flood back >Not like people always say it does >It was kind of a trickle, and then i almost jumped when i realized the last bit >Blondie totally gave me a handjob while i was "Sleeping" >Mental me kind of does a jump in the air, arm outstretched with a click of the heels. >Raven's still asleep >Blondie's still asleep behind me >Time to return the favor >I start planning it all out in my head as i untangle myself from raven >I'll turn over, and rub her softly awake. >But wait >This is blondie we're talking about >She'd probably freak the fuck out and that wouldn't go anywhere good >Images of blondie screaming and burly firemen running in with gas-masks to take me away flow freely through my mind. >Not that those made any sense, but that's what i was thinking >Ok, ok, we'll wake her up with a kiss first, then see where i can take that. >I'm sure if i mention that i was awake she'll let me. >Perfect >I finish untangling myself from raven and begin the slow endeavour of flipping over >Sun's in my eyes so it takes me a moment to get adjusted >I look over to where the sleeping blonde-haired princess would be. >Nothing >The bed's empty >#Unhappyface >Plan ruined >I guess i could technically do it to raven too >But... >... i'll be honest, at this point and time i wasn't actually sure she wanted to be romantic with me >It felt like everything she'd done up to this point had been a friend frantically trying to hold onto me when i showed interest in other women. >As if i would suddenly stop talking to her because i found other girls or something >Like she wanted to remain friends, but pulled me into Lewd~ and Sex~ because i seemed interested and it was a way to keep me. >This would have been all great and fine if i was any other kind of guy >But to me it felt like i was forcing her, or she was forcing herself just to not lose me. >Not a good feel >Specially with her past >There goes my stomach doing bellyflops again >I can't even bear to look at her when i think of this. >I quietly roll over towards blondie's side of the bed and get up. >As i finally slide from out of the covers i realize i've only got my boxers on, and those are around my knees >My pants lost somewhere in the sheets >Can't afford to go back >Have to leave them behind >I salute the brave soldiers, served me well they did. >I check the clock >7:00 AM >Fuck it's early >Might as well just go eat something i guess. >I pull up the boxers and tiptoe out of that side of the house as to not-wake anyone >The Hallway is quiet >It seems like the rain has stopped, i'm not sure if the power is back on or not >I check the living room on my way past >Glasses is half-in-half-out of her sleeping bag >Which is impressive considering i quite clearly remember zipping it up >Her glasses are like halfway across the room though >I had placed them all folded up next to her, but whatever she did had flung them across the room >I move around the couch to pick them up and put them on a table, probably in the kitchen where they won't get stepped on. >That's when i realize homely has completely kicked off the blanket and is lying half-naked on her side. >That would easily be enough to give me an instant boner, her breasts fully exposed, as well as her long smooth stomach all the way down to her navel. >Don't forget her panties, light-pink and firmly wedged into her crotch, before we return to long shapely thighs and long legs. >This would usually be plenty enough >But there was more >Her hand was wrapped around her back and around her behind, one finger nestled peacefully between her legs. >And the panties were a dark-shade of pink where that finger was resting. >Wet dream maybe? >Whatever the female version of a wet dream is maybe? >I'm sure she would have loved the treatment blondie missed out on >But i wasn't going to be the one to give it to her. >The thought of covering her up so the other girls didn't see and laugh came to mind >Then i took that thought >And into the trash it went >No sympathy >Fuck homely >I sure wanted to be there when she woke up to a group of giggling girls >It would be priceless >But my thoughts are interrupted like-they-so-often-are by other thoughts >Mostly of the smell that was wafting through the house >Only one place something that smelled that delicious could be coming from >The bathroom >[spoiler] no silly, the kitchen[/spoiler] >Smelled god-damn delicious it did >Baking Cinnamon >Sugary smells >Like i woke up in a confectioners bakery >Time to sneak in and find out what the rock is cooking >Tiptoes activated >Menacing hands-out-infront-and-pointed-downward-weirdly-activated >Mind you i'm in boxers, not wearing a shirt and i have bandages wrapped around my wrists that are half-falling off >I manage to sneak into the kitchen without the gang and the pesky dog finding where i am. >Blondie's baking up a storm in here >The counter is a mess of different cookery cutlery, there's a couple pans out and some white powder covering lots of surfaces >She's got these two mismatched oven-mitts >Not to mention she's got her bunny-pajama shirt back on >and she managed to find an apron SOMEWHERE that's tied with a little bow in the back >Fuck i don't even understand why women wear aprons when they cook things >It's like they just can see themselves being cute from a third person view and do cute things while they do it. >She doesn't seem to see me right away, so i watch her as she's humming some tune, swishing her hips and doing various delicious-related things. >Yes, in multiple ways anons >I end up watching her for a minute or two, just admiring the cuteness >In retrospect it probably wasn't nearly as cute as i'm saying it was, but i thought she was adorable. >I decide to reveal myself as she's bent over fumbling with the oven >I hear the clang of the tray as she picks it up and turns around to look at me with a pan of something undoubtedly delicious in hand. >Her face converts from a look of concentration to a beaming sparkling smile instantly >"Storybro!" -My first name of course >She rushes forward to hug me >Pan in hand >My life flashes before my eyes. >I can see my childhood, places i'd never remembered being until now >Smiling mothers >Smiling friends >Sunlight in the garden at my old house >The butterflies that always seemed to love my light-blonde hair. >[spoiler]Butterflies like the ultraviolet color that reflects off it, i only found that out later[/spoiler] >Running through every memory >Meeting everyone i'd known >My best friend >That was it >I open my eyes just in time to see blondie with both her arms up in the air >One mismatched kitten-shaped-oven mitt with another square green one >This is the last thing i'll ever see. >I close my eyes in pain as her arms wrap around me >wait a second >I saw both her hands >I open my eyes again and just see blondie's hair in my face >Kinda shake it loose as i'm standing there with my hands awkwardly to my sides >She had set the pan down on the counter behind her >All i can feel is the warm spots where the oven mitts had obviously been holding it, on my back >I'm not dead >Not dying >It doesn't even hurt >It hits me like a sack of bricks >That fell off a three story building under construction >due to gross mismanagement of resources and hiring of unskilled employees. >Aliens had abducted and replaced Blondie. >The hug isn't long, but it's long enough for me to formulate an anti-alien plan >Wherever they're holding her, there's probably a mothership >Some kind of teleportation device down here in the house that lets this alien come and go as it pleases. >I'll just have to get the fake-blondie to give me context clues as to where it is. >Therefore i'm just standing there dumbly as she backs away with a smile on >She doesn't even seem to find anything wrong, just turns around and grabs the pan >"French Toast with baked-candied apples!" >She seems to be talking to me >I can barely make out her alien-language over the alien sounds she's making >The pitch at the end of the sentence almost turns into a squeal, some kind of xenomorph form of communication most likely. >I've got to call backup, they tell me they're hours away. >I'm in the pipe five by five. >landed on an alien planet alone, i've got to fend for myself. >"It's the best i could come up with what i could find... you don't think birthday will mind?" >None of those squeals this time, it's a serious question >I have to answer as to not seem suspicious >"No, i'm sure she won't mind." You dirty alien bastard >"Smells delicious!" Is what i'm going to say when i roast you with a flamethrower >I try to make it sound convincing >I've got to find clues as to where the teleporter is >The alien asks me for some "Powdered Sugar" >I have no clue what that's a code word for, but i assume the cabinets could be where the teleporter is. >I start rummaging around until i find a box >"Powdered confectioner's sugar" >I hand her this alien substance and she spreads it all over the french toast >Some ritualistic tribal preparation i guess >Maybe she was fattening us up to eat us >As i lean over to hand her the sugar i take a peek in the pan >Sliced apples sizzling away a caramelized brown in one side, lightly browned toast soaked in eggs, cream and cinnamon on the other... >and she was stirring up what seemed to be some kind of homemade sugar syrup, while lightly sprinkling it all with powdered sugar. >There's no way aliens could have this mastery over human food >I comment on it looking absolutely delicious >This goes down amazingly well, she's beaming even wider >She points out that it's ready and it's my job to go wake everyone up >I give her a ship-sailor salute >"Aye Aye Captain Blondie" >She giggles at this >+1 me points >But i've got to go wake everyone up >I trot off to the living room to start on the girls here first. >trying to decide who to wake up first and how. >Then i pause >If i wake up all the girls right now, i can't return the favor to blondie >I turn on my heels and return to the kitchen >She doesn't even see me coming >I'm across the kitchen and have my arms wrapped around her >She manages to get out half of a "Hey!" >Before i turn her around >Before my lips are on hers >She's not struggling against me, just surprised >I get to watch her eyes change >Every shade between confusion to complacency >Every shade between sapphire to sky blue. >She tastes like candied apples, no doubt sampling the wares as she went along. >But that's what i was doing. >I slide my hands under her apron >Under her pajamas and around the back >Lower >My hands are slapped away. >"It's hot" >Damn right it is >"It's going to get cold" >.... >Oh >Fine >I don't have any sappy comebacks that would make her delay food any longer >I could have said a thousand and one things here like >"Can i eat you first" >Or the tried and true >"It's better cold" >But i didn't >Nope, i just let go of the adorable girl in my arms and trudged off to wake everyone up >i was hungry anyway >Atleast that's what i kept telling myself >First i'll wake up raven >I shuffle down the hallway again >Kinda sad, kinda with a boner. >i end up standing beside her sleeping >She's cute, back to her peaceful reverie of dreams >I could wake this girl up in any way i wanted at all >she wouldn't complain even if i had her panties around her ankles. >But i'm just kinda standing there not knowing what i want to do. >Remember what i said earlier >I didn't want her to feel like sex was all i wanted from her, the only way to make me feel happy >Even if it did make me happy >But you know, we had a prior relationship that was built on actually getting along with one another and enjoying one another's company >All that sappy stuff >I'm really confused as to what i should do >Confused half almost not boner >I play the safe card >I decided i would wake her up with a hug >I unwrap her slightly from the blankets and pull her up and press her against me >Tightly >that does the trick >She wakes up squirming until she realizes it's me >Then i get shoved off >wha- >"Bathroom" that one word and she's across the bed and has the master bath closed >oh.. ok then >Guess its a good thing i didn't wake her up *differently* >I leave and start heading back to the living room >Alright, next on the list is glasses >She's easy >I really can wake her up any way i want >And she would enjoy it, and not pretend to unlike SOMEONE else. >But i'm not sure what exactly i could pull off in the living room with homely sleeping beside us >I go for as lewd as i can without taking everyone's pants off >It involves one hand down the front of her pants and the waistband of her underwear >and a kiss >She wakes up to me lewdly fingering her as well as i can > and the same nose-holding kiss i gave her the morning before. >Frankly i have no clue what i'm doing >But her eyes are wide open >She's tense >Instead of relaxing she lets out a loud, long muffled moan into my mouth >Hot air and carbon dioxide flooding my lungs in surprise >I snap my hand out of her pants because she was really loud >And waking up homely like that would be really really bad >We break the kiss >She whispers >"You can't just start and leave me unfinished..." >Oh man that's a tempting thought >However >"Blondie made french toast and baked apples, it's piping hot out of the oven" >I say this with a smirk >She knows she's been beaten >Her face turns to a scowl, but her eyes are still fiery >I've awoken something inside her i hope, or guess, or am pretending to have guessed. >She mumbles something like "I'll show you piping hot" as she picks herself up and starts to stand. >That is before she gets a look at homely >She lets out a complete giggle, and then clasps her hand over her head >Hahaha, you went to bed drunk girl, that shit's gonna hurt >specially when you laugh >But she still points towards homely and asks me what i'm going to do to wake her up. >That's a good question >I get up and walk over to homely on the couch >she's half on her side, lips kind of open and drooling >The thought of sticking my dick in her mouth comes to mind, but that's just not what the situation calls for. >Instead i wipe the sticky and wet finger i had inside glasses across her lips >That's more like it. >Appropriate meanness to homely accomplished, with more giggles and "oww my head"s from glasses in the background. >I then ask glasses how i should wake her up >I get various responses, most of them including cold water, or mean things >But she's saying them in a joking tone >She points out its homely's last day so i might as well treat her with a *special* wakeup >I don't like what this is implying >That's dirty whatever you have planned glasses >Then i find out it's not that dirty >She just wants me to kiss her >I can do that >That's almost no problem at all >I walk over and just decide i can get it done with and then go and wake up birthday >I lean down >My lips touch hers >Suddenly her eyes jolt wide open >What the fu- >I'm slapped in the face and i go reeling backwards >Glasses had grabbed both of homely's tits and squeezed >Her hands were still there >Doesn't matter though >Homely's yelling about me being a pervert >Until she sees glasses laughing with her hands still on her tits >And she squeezes them again >Honk honk motherfucker >Homely gasps an "oww" and reaches up and slaps her too >It's my turn to laugh >Blondie seems to have heard some of the yelling in here and announces through the doorway that the food will get cold if we don't hurry. >I can't stop laughing >But i manage to get up and walk over to the hallway again >Birthday's turn for a wakeup >This'll be good >Well, until i get to the door >Its still locked >I bang on it >She's still asleep >I bang on it some more >More >More >She doesn't seem to be waking up >I yell her name >She responds >"I'm not coming out till homely leaves" >Oh, right she totally got her ass handed to her >I try to reason with her, even offering piping hot breakfast for her. >Nope >Won't budge >Stubborn as shit, that's birthday for ya >I tell her i'm eating her portion of delicious blondie based cooking >She mumbles through the door something but i'm already half gone >To the kitchen we go >Off to see the wizard of baked goods >I arrive at mostly the same time glasses and homely get there, raven is already helping herself to a plate of deliciousness >"Birthday has a hangover, we should save her a plate" >It's the only excuse i can think of to keep the notion of her still being mad at homely from interrupting this delicious feast. >Nothing like a rivalry to ruin food >It seems to work though, homely announces "Yeah tell me about it" and clasps the back of her hand up to her forehead in a dramatic fashion >Her chest sways in a dramatic fashion too >Crisis averted for the time being i guess >Well maybe not >"Are we having a topless party now?" >It's glasses mentioning the fact that more than half of the people in here aren't wearing clothes at all up top. >Homely makes some complaint about them hurting and being sore now because they were squeezed >Eyebrows raised from around the kitchen >Blondie and Raven glaring daggers at me now >Blondie >All eyes set on her >Fair is fair after all >She realizes what we're all looking at her for >"Absolutely NOT!" >That's really more of an embarrassed no, rather than a strict no >Homely seems to get the same impression and shouts "I'LL HOLD HER DOWN" >Oh whoah hold on >This is a little too fast gu- >The other girls are encroaching on blondie in the corner of the kitchen now >She's flashing her blue eyes back and forth between faces like a trapped animal >No we are not doing this to blondie >again... >"STOP" >i'm loud, surprise myself actually >The gates hold, the barbarians halting their assault. >I squeeze into the circle and turn around to face everyone >I'm calm, authoritative >"Relax, she'll let me." >I don't even turn around to confirm this, i just figure it's happening so i might as well make it less traumatic. >She was working all morning in the kitchen >When a man she had recently killed >Called her up from near where she was working >So she looked out the window at him >He had the same obsequious manner >That was the reason she had him killed. >But he couldn't calm her nerves >So he sang her this song >To her, across the home. >Turn around, Turn around >There's a thing there that can be found. >Turn around, Turn around >It's a human Skull on the ground. >Human Skull, On the ground >"Turn around" >So she did >I wrapped my arms around her as if to give her a backwards hug >I asked her one question >"Do you trust me?" >I get one response >"No" >hahahahaha >I start laughing into her shoulder >I find this amazingly funny >She doesn't seem to though >She's stiff as a board >I try to be the gentleman >I whisper softly in her ear a way out >"If you don't want to do this, just squeeze my wrist and i'll stop and make up an excuse" >I don't think any of the other girls heard me >I'm not even looking at them though >I slip my hands under the apron >I decide i'll start at the bottom button of her pajamas >With my hands it's like a bajillion million trillion times easier to unbutton each one >Bottom button undone >I slide my hands up further >Second button undone >The bottom of her shirt is loose now, flapping open. >I take my left hand and place it on her bare stomach flat palmed, as i use the other to continue up the buttons. >Third button >I move my left hand upwards slightly >She jumps >Her hand is on my wrist >But it's soft, no squeeze >I wait a moment for her to make a decision >Nothing >I whisper to her again "Squeeze and i'll stop" >Her hand hasn't moved >Fourth button >Fifth button >Sixth button >No squeezes >Her shirt is completely open now, just loosely hanging on her shoulders. >I can look over her shoulder down her apron and see her bra >Oh right she has one of those >I slide my right hand around and up her back >I meet my Arch Nemesis on the field of battle. >Velcro >fuck i need two hands for this >Nope not gonna do it >Not gonna take my hand off her stomach, it would mean she couldn't squeeze and stop me. >Plus her stomach is warm and feels nice >The band is too stretchy for me to just pull one end and have it come undone, the strap is on the bottom and folded over anyway. >[spoiler]It's like that so it doesn't rub against your skin and irritate you ; YW non-bra wearing anons[/spoiler] >Wait a second >Clever plan initiated >I pull my head away from blondie's shoulder >I crouch down, both hands still in the same place >I softly grasp the other half of the strap in my teeth through her shirt, and keep a firm grip while i pull the other side >The satisfying sound of velcro can be heard throughout the room >I let go with my teeth >Still no squeeze on my wrist, but she did give a gasp when she felt my teeth against her back. >I turn my head to look at the other girls >They're all frozen staring >I try to explain >"Velcro" >As if that explained anything >I return to blondie, >she's fully undressed now >Well not really, apron, shirt and bra are still on >They just aren't all tied on anymore >Sides the apron >But i have my hand in a great place on her stomach >It comes to mind i can move it lower >She'll stop me if she wants me to stop >So i bring it lower >My pinkie is touching the waistband of her brown shorts >Her hand is on mine >No squeezes >I bet i'm home free >I slide it into the waistband >She squeezes >Damn >Oh well >That's the limit i guess >I don't take it personal, i've made great strides for humanity today >I just bring my hand off her stomach and around to the sides of her shirt >It takes a bit of wiggling but eventually i get it off without taking off the apron >Really isn't that bad, just bring her arms back and slide it off. >Next up is the bra >I know how i want to take this off >I put both my hands on her stomach >Then i slide them up and under each cup >Delicious breast in each hand >I don't really squeeze them, i give her a full backwards pull with them >Pressing her back against me >Her breathing isn't shallow, it's smooth, but fast >She's rather sensitive i remember >i don't keep contact for too long >I move my hands away until the bra is forward, then i move it upwards and force her arms outstretched in front of her to slide it off that way. >[spoiler]It comes to mind i didn't really have to explain that, i could have just told you i took it off[/spoiler] >[spoiler]But i guess your imaginations might miss out on the glorious amount of side and topboob shots i was sneaking the entire time[/spoiler]