>My Word! >Is that an honorable challenge i glean from your lips? >I accept, if only to prove my chivalrous ways >I shall endure your proposed hastilude >Nothing would please me more m'lady >than joust for my own honor. >As long as the noble winner is granted a kiss from the princess. >And a "feast" >[spoiler]I'm pretty sure i didn't use any of those words[/spoiler] >[spoiler]But it came across just the same.[/spoiler] >Challenge accepted >Glasses hops her butt up onto the counter, facing me. >One rather un-ladylike shimmy later, and her pants and panties are around her ankles. >No foreplay really, just an all-american naked girl sitting on the counter. >I realized that i hadn't really been able to inspect her in HD-Blueray quality yet >The bathroom was light enough to see, but the window was high up and didn't have sun shining directly through it. >So i turn around and flip the light switch >Nothing >Seriously, power is still out? >I try the switch a couple more times >Really would love to see this girl's vagina in some decent light >electricity fairies say no. >Right well...back to the girl at hand i guess. >She's got an amused look on her face, i guess watching me angrily flip lightswitches brought across a couple entertaining thoughts of her own. >It seems to be her intention to get me to schlick her off >She might want me to lick her, but she just peed >Like, eww >No way i'm doing that >Fingers only option >Alright i can do this >I try to imitate some "Moves" i've seen in porn >It ends up as a clumsy jab, does not go down well >She grabs my hand and stops me real quick >Maybe i can't do this >Male "Good at sex things" ego crushed >Her hand guides mine to where she wants it >It's not a passion-filled fingering session in the bathroom like i expected >She spends the next 10 minutes teaching me all kinds of things >What all the pieces were, how hard you could pull or squeeze them. >Where she liked to be touched (She didn't like direct clit play too much, said the feeling was too strong) >How many fingers felt the best (Two fingers, curved upwards in a claw kind of shape) >How hard to press upwards (Firmer than i would have thought actually) >How fast to move them (Medium pace, too fast was a no-no) >If i should wiggle them or not (Frankly i'd never even thought of wiggling before) >Have you ever fingered a girl Anons? >[spoiler]I can bet that many anons have, even if they're still virgins. [/spoiler] >[spoiler]The sensation is rather simple really, hot, wet, squishy, sometimes sticky, sometimes slimey[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Take your finger, swipe it around the inside of your cheek. That's what the majority of the interior feels like, but there's a couple of places where it feels different depending on the girl.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Various spots may feel like the connection between the base of your mouth and the tongue for example. Slightly different consistency with knobbly or softer bits in between [/spoiler] >[spoiler]Then there's one area that has a texture very unlike anything in your mouth, it's the "G" spot, which is a fancy thrown around word that most guys don't understand[/spoiler] >[spoiler]It's simply the place where you can force the nerve that connects to the clit, up against the pelvic bone and apply pressure to it from both sides.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]This area, in my experience has an almost spongy feeling to it, like porous flesh, very difficult to describe, but it's very easy to aim for because of this.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Really thats it, the rest is like having fingers in your mouth, but the textures are the interesting part; YW Lonely Anons[/spoiler] >I got a perfect lesson in girl parts from the best teacher, a girl. >You've had this lesson in your life before, or you will have it in the future. >Gentle words of encouragement, soft hands moving yours ever so slightly back into place... >Laughter. >Eventually i got the pace and angle down, i thought i was doing pretty good >I got to alternate looking at her chest, face and making sure my fingers were still attached and doing the right thing. >Even with my lack of experience, i'd managed to get a healthy blush across her cheeks >Her mouth hanging open slightly >Healthy burn in my arms, rather interesting how i kept forgetting sexy things are always an exercise. >Wasn't bad though, i was rather enjoying it. >And the best part is watching her face, the expressions it slides through as you're trying out different things. >And the sounds she makes >Little gasps >An open lipped smile >The tiniest moans >Deep breaths >Short breaths >A firm grasp of the bottom lip in her teeth >Little noises you can't quite place into a category >Eyes roll back towards the ceiling, lips open in a silent "oh!" >I wasn't an expert, but i had just gently brought her to climax >Everything kind of changed when that happened >Her legs clamped together, holding my hand still, then both of them shifted to the left. >She almost straightened her back and slid off the counter, but i was holding her firm with my other hand. >Her eyes were dreamy, looking straight through me for just a couple happy moments. >Then she hopped off the counter >i was being hugged >"Thank you" >Her voice is soft and the littlest bit shaky, >I'm speechless >I was fully expecting to thank her first, that was educational as hell >I don't think most women realize how much psychological enjoyment is involved with men touching them and making them feel good. >Don't tell them >It's always nice to have someone be gracious and indebted to you for doing something you enjoy. >And i had a very thankful girl on my hands >Those are point i can redeem later for "cool and exciting prizes"(tm) >Clothes re-assembled >Hands washed >Boner still at full steam >Tent in my shorts could house a circus >We're ready to exit the bathroom >But there's a knock at the door >"Hurry up, i need to pee!" >It's blondie >Because the sleepover gods hate me. >Well there's no way to get out of here alive anymore >The banging on the door means she's really got to go too >I'm not even going to be sly and tell her to go across the house >We can just open the door and deal with it >Door unlocked >She's forming a sentence outside >"Homely's in the other o- >Door open >Startled blondie >Still wearing apron, hand pressed against it >Between her legs, knees crossed. >Looks like she has to pee too badly to be surprised or angry or anything >Still, her eyes dart from me, to glasses, to the tent in my boxers. >Then she's in the bathroom >One hand on each of us we're shoved out and the door is slammed behind us >No words >I give glasses the look >The "She's going to hate me" look >She says she'll handle it and shoves me off towards the living room >I guess i should trust her >Boner in pants, it's time to find the other girls >Well, girl, singular >Raven was in the kitchen washing dishes when i found her >She takes one backwards glance at me and then returns to washing, no words are spoken >She might be temporarily mad at me for staring at blondie's tits >No way to win this game >I might as well join her and help >Silent camaraderie as we scrub dishes in silence >I try to strike up a conversation, but it seems to get no response, or a simple "Yes" or "No" that doesn't let me tie any kind of dialogue together. >I try a couple other tactics >Physical contact is shrugged off, jokes aren't laughed at. >We run out of dishes >Homely shows up behind us and starts making demands >I'm really not listening to them, but glasses and blondie seem to be somewhere back there too and hear them out >Something to do with Birthday >Raven is still standing silently with me and staring at the empty sink >She surprises me by speaking up, "Yeah, i'll do it" >She's off into the hallway, Homely and glasses in tow. >I turn around to find blondie piling the leftovers onto a plate for birthday >She breaks the silence >"I'm glad she didn't let you" >What >I really have no clue what she's talking about >I just play it off though because it's probably something glasses did >"Yeah..." >That's a good response right >Seems to play over well >There's banging off in the distance, various angry sounds and the girls return >She's not coming out >Homely has to go in like half an hour, she's off to call her brother and make arrangements. >Fucking finally >Surprisingly nothing really happens between when she makes that call and she leaves. >Most the time is spent by everyone staying trying to find all of her related articles of clothing and things she's brought over. >Loads of laundry are done, articles of clothing retrieved from corners of various rooms. >I'm not even sad when she covers her chest with a shirt and her legs with pants. >Goodbyes were said, "IT was fun"s were exchanged. >Then she was out the door and to the waiting car. >I don't think she really had to leave so early, but she was doing it out of a rare bout of kindness for birthday. >Birthday was stubborn >They weren't friends anymore >They weren't friends ever again anons. >I don't know that, not at that time. >But i felt pretty shitty for being the cause of the fight >Even if it wasn't my fault, i felt responsible. >I did technically let my pervertedness get further with birthday than homely, if i had just treated them both equally it might have turned out differently. >But i can't really help the fact that i liked birthday and not homely, no matter how much i wished i had been "Equal" i would have never treated them the same. >Part of me is also thankful that the brother didn't actually come in here >Because fuck if any of the rest of us knew where our various pieces of clothes were >I'm actually amazed that Glasses' challenge has been so easy >I mean the boner hasn't subsided because of all the topless women scurrying around, but besides passing glances at it, no girls had even acted >I flop down on the couch, i've got like 20 minutes left, this'll be cake >Speaking of cake >I'm interrupted by blondie pouncing me >She lands directly on-top of me, apron hanging lose, her pants seated firmly where my boxers are. >I know she's seen my boner multiple times >This might have been an excuse to feel it up, because she's sitting right on it. >But she gives a squirm and scoots forward until she's not. >She's oddly cuddly >I don't understand >I don't feel like i've done anything to deserve this, i thought she would hate me from earlier, both earliers. >She's blushing again >She's really cute when she blushes >But then she asks this >"Do you really... like it when i blush?" >Scaring the total shit out of me >Holy fuck she better not have been able to read minds this entire time >I start thinking about kittens and bunnies just in-case >None of that lewd stuff that was filling my head earlier >But her expression doesn't change, its just a soft smile and a questioning look in her eyes. >Oh right, i told her she was cute when she blushed when i was trying to escape homely's foot-claws >Thingsaremuchbetterthanexpected >I try to keep a suave attitude >"Yeah... But i wonder how far that blush goes down" >This worked wonders >She's bright red again in the cheeks, shoulders and even a crimson hue on her upper chest. >I think i'm falling for this girl >I decide to trace the color with my finger, leaving a pale white streak where the pressure is released as i go along >Her cheeks >Her chin, i give a little tap >Her neck >Down to her shoulders, her upper chest. >Then i use my other hand and softly slide her apron sideways revealing her left breast. >I trace this too, following the outer curve >Then lower, upper abdomen, stomach >I tickle the bellybutton as i go by, she gives a giggle. >Her skin is still pink this far down >I trace to her navel, still pink >The waistband of her shorts >Still a shallow but present red, enough to warrant a further expedition i would think. >I say this, she doesn't seem to disagree. >I start un-clipping the button on her shorts >The cough from behind us disagrees >it's raven >Arms crossed >Not happy >Blondie doesn't jump up and fly away like a bird though, she just relaxes and ends up fully lying on top of me instead of sitting. >She turns her head >I hear an absolute rarity come from her mouth, mean words. >"I'm sorry, i'm borrowing your used-to-be *BEST FRIEND*, could we have some privacy?" >Her tone is scathing, she's got emphasis on the fact that i was just a friend to raven >She doesn't know, but then again i don't really know either >I think this is claws, this harpy's song is shrill and her talons are in me >I don't mind >I'd protect her nest anytime. >Raven tries to speak up >But she doesn't really make out any words, or really many sounds at all >I think she wants me to speak >To say that she means more than a friend to me >That we're more than friends now >I stay silent >Blondie is up and on her feet >I'm pulled up with her >Raven's eyes are livid, lime green with fury. >No words from her >No words from me >Blondie speaks >"Come on, let's go somewhere we won't be RUDELY interrupted" >She's got her claws out alright >Assertive, i like >I trot after her, holding her hand, like a complacent dog >We reach the master bedroom >The door is locked once more >I turn to face her, and she's transcending the visible light spectrum in blushing intensity. >She's got a funny look on her face >I realize that was as far as assertive blondie was going to take us >She's frozen, staring at me. >i let her stare, i'm curious if she'll do anything >A minute passes >Nope >I point at the bed >I hop onto it, fully and pat the spot beside me >She doesn't seem to move >God damnit blondie >I have to get up and walk over to her. >I'm not going to lead her hand in hand though, i bend over, wrap her arms around my shoulder and pick her straight up. >She wasn't expecting this, but her legs and arms wrap around me tighter >She's not limp, makes carrying her easier >Five steps backwards and i'm on the bed again >But this time blondie is atop me, straddling my crotch >There's no hiding the boner, she knows right where it is. >She doesn't slide forward and off it this time. >She's still got a funny look on her face >Not really a thing i can describe, i just... really liked it >It was like she was surprised she had even managed to come this far and was just patiently waiting for me to make the next move. >I wasn't really sure what move i should make, but i made one >My hands go up to the bow behind her neck >I'm about to untie it when she stops me >"Leave it on...please" >Do you want the apron on or off? >Off >Too bad. >I wonder what this means >If this is the only rule >My hands ask that question for me >Hands on her shorts >I fumble with the button >No complaint >They're undone, i slip the zipper down >The soft hiss of metal on metal as it moves. >I realize that the apron completely obscures everything thats happening >I'm not sure if this is a good call, or an amazing call. >I can't really slide her shorts off from this position though, so i do the next best thing >I pull her down to me, her back arching as i do >And we kiss >Not a soft kiss anymore, not like we had shared in the candlelight for a dare. >This was a full blown soul sucking kiss >I wondered if this was all a dream, a trance placed because i had simply been caught after escaping azkaban >She closes her lips and softly bites my tongue >this was no dream >The kiss lasted a rather decent amount of time >She still tasted like sugar, apples and syrup >Her hands were holding mine >Much like we had before, but they were tight >almost as if she was holding herself down, instead of up. >Her hips were sliding slowly, forward, back. >the pressure was nice, but her shorts had a couple hard-spots that didn't feel too nice >Mostly the zipper >Zippers don't feel very nice at all >embarrassedly don't want to point this out >So i flip her onto her back >We don't break the kiss >We don't break contact >She's just on the bottom now >She's visibly missing the contact as i pull my crotch away >Her hands flex helplessly against the bed when i pull away my hands and crawl backwards >But this zipper man >It has to go >My head goes under the apron >My hands go to her waist >And the shorts go along with it >I let out a laugh >She's got white underwear with a cute bunny-rabbit pattern on them. >I wonder if this is her secret favorite animal >She's not raven, so she doesn't get up in a huff and run away insulted >She just laughs too >"You like them huh?" >That laughter did her good, her voice isn't scared or embarrassed, just... trusting >I realize i'm in a real position of power here >In more ways than one >I leave the bunnies on >They're cute >and i think i actually like this girl >This thought may be influenced by the fact that looking-up i can see her entire stomach and both breasts from under the apron >The light shining through, giving everything a peachy-tan kind of color. >It's an alluring sight, her skin holding a near-tanned color underneath and pale white outside >I pull out of the apron, the bottom flipped up >I place my hips between hers, my manhood firmly against her panties >It's a lovely place to be, warm, soft >We've been over this >It's where you want to be grinding when you're kissing a girl >And we were back to kissing >She seemed to have a little bit more initiative now >I got flipped onto my back again >My cock nestled warmly between her panty-clad buttcheeks >I was like a happy little hotdog in a bun >Assuming hotdogs are happy >I sure hope they are if being cooked, placed in a warm steamed bun and being eaten is anything as pleasurable as this was. >Actually come to think of it this felt way too good >Cast in the name of god >She should probably stop before i- >Ye not guilty >She juts her hips forcefully forward and back about three times >BIG O >I don't know what she was doing, or why she thought it was a good idea >IT'S SHOWTIME >I was over the edge before i could even shove her off >She does get shoved off >But there's a rather sticky mess in my boxers >Her panties are dripping, with what could probably be a mixture of the two of us. >But i'm rather embarrassed >That has most certainly never happened before >But that's what all the guys say. >She's got a look of amazement on her face >I'm not sure she realized it had happened, but she did >I wasn't durasteel-hard anymore, for once during this sleepover i was completely soft. >Mixture of embarrassment and self loathing can do that i guess. >Maybe complete satisfaction >I'm looking for words to explain >But frankly none come to mind >I do the smart thing >I don't make an excuse >I tell her the truth >"You're the first girl to make me do that..." >Which is probably not the truth she was looking for >Because as i'm spread out in complete relaxation >I get punched in the stomach >Not hard >But hard enough >I let out a gasp of air >She hadn't tried to kill me lately, i thought i was safe. >I see how that could have been taken the wrong way >But it's not, not as bad as i thought it was >Because she continues >"I better be the last who gets to make you do that" >She means it >Her voice is soft >Her eyes are soft >Her lips are soft... >Inviting >I take the chance and get her with another kiss before she giggles and rolls off me >Sexytime is over however >We're to our feet >We're to the door >She turns to me and tells me to clean myself up before going out >Then she's opened the door and halfway out >But glasses is standing there >Arms crossed over her chest >Uh o- >I'm shoved back inside, blondie is shoved out >The only words are "We need to talk." >The door is locked again >Fuck i lost the challenge >Stained my honor all over my boxers >Can't joust anymore >Can't get a kiss from the princess >Will never taste the feast of champions >I'm pressed up against the wall >She's close to me, staring me in the eyes >No emotions i can read >She's really good at that >I'm however scared for my life >Probably going to die >Her hand goes into my pants and finds exactly what she expected >A sticky mess >I start trying to explain >"I'm sorry, she got me in here and she was on-top and i didn't mea- >I'm interrupted by her hand which is covered in copious amounts of sticky goo >Right in front of my face >Oh please no >But its not anything as bad as i expected >She licks it herself >It's an odd sight, i don't know what to feel about it >I can't tell if she's angry at me or what >I was terrified she was going to slather it all over my face as revenge or something >But she doesn't >She just finishes all of it, and brings her hand down again >Then asks a question >Not a tease, not sultry >Just a question >"Was she worth it?" >I don't know how to answer this question >Do i lie >Do i tell the truth >Yeah she was worth it, i couldn't tell what mixture of emotions i was feeling >I didn't know what they were >But i felt exhilarated, enlightened, happy from the experience. >I don't know what the emotion was, but it >I didn't know how to explain this, specially not to the girl in front of me >But i'm not really sure glasses was ever trying to catch me as her own >Still, i tried >"I think i like her... really like her" >She gives a sigh >She doesn't get angry >She doesn't say anything, or hit me, or cry, or any of the things any of the other girls would do >She just kneels down and pulls down my pants >W... what >Me being the idiot i am, point out that i didn't meet her challenge >That i failed >She points at the clock >9:15 >She had me out of the bathroom at 8:05 >I know, i checked the clock >You can't be serious >You mean i won >That still doesn't make sense in my head >I'm pretty sure i completely fucked up and didn't win at all >But her hand says otherwise >And her lips say something completely different >"She really likes you too... you know" >It's a matter-of-factly statement as she's bringing my manhood to life. >It was dead to the world, but its back at semi now >A very confused >Very very confused semi >But her lecture continues >"If you lead her on and change your mind, she'll be crushed you-know~" >It's a singsong voice, completely disconnected from what her hands are doing >The lubrication of my previous expenditure making it a rather sticky mess, not really conducive to a handjob >Actually a little too much friction, i have to stop her hand >It seems semen quickly stops being a decent lubricant as it dries >She gets the idea >Her mouth syncs up for just a moment with what she's doing with her hands >She licks her hand >And continues, both ways differently >"You know how much raven cares about yo- >I stop her >I don't want to hear about raven >I knew >I blab for what could only be three full minutes to a silent glasses >About how i didn't know what she really felt >What i really felt >I blabbed about what happened in the bathroom >Atleast the sex bits and the conversation bits >No matter how chill glasses was, i don't think attempted murder would fly well with her. >I guess glasses gets the picture >I ask her what her conclusion is >What raven really felt, or if she was just using sex to remain friends >She's silent, stroking me all the while >It comes to mind how absurd this is >Asking for relationship advice from someone giving me a handjob >But that's just the kind of girl glasses was >A real rarity, in a sea of crazy. >She took her time >I didn't mind >Until she spoke >Words of wisdom as always >"She's only acting out because you're pulling away" >Her words are heartfelt, like she went soul searching to find them >She's not looking at me, she's staring straight forward. >But her hand doesn't miss a beat >Fuck, of course i knew that though >She was being a clingy bitch >It's why i couldn't stand her >But my teenage mind didn't connect the dots >It didn't realize why this was, why she was acting out. >I didn't realize that was how the game worked >But glasses prevents me from coming to the conclusion with her mouth >Her hot breath, then her lips >She was done talking >She was thorough, i was at full-mast and clean as a whistle in less than a minute. >Real ship shape >She was back to her feet >She was sitting on the side of the bed >I didn't need to be invited >Her pants were around her ankles and so were mine >It wasn't really much to detail >I was inside her faster than a bag of doritos in a room full of stoners. >She was sitting on the side of the bed, i was standing on the floor >She had her legs up in the air, actually over my shoulders >It was an exceptionally interesting position, her arms holding onto my shoulders in a near vice grip, my hands at her waist. >It was rather passionate >Her eyes were full of lust, mouth open in a gasping smile >I put her previous instructions to good use, aimed upwards >Great position to do so, because she started squeezing >I realized that every squeeze was her getting off, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. >The mere fact that women can have multiple orgasms makes me jealous to this very day. >But i hate to admit, i wasn't thinking that much about her at that moment >I was thinking about blondie >I felt bad, actually >Her last words kinda implied i shouldn't touch anyone else >And here i was, not 10 minutes later >But guilt doesn't stop a writhing naked gasping and softly (very quietly) moaning girl from arousing you >Especially not when every time i thrust, all the parts jiggled just right, breasts, legs. >It wasn't too long before i came >I don't know how much, i didn't care >I was spent, not really up for a round two, but i fell into a sweaty gasping heap beside her. >Her breath was ragged >Her chest heaving back and forth >I did a good job this time, i'm glad. >She breaks her erratic breathing with a question >"How do you feel?" >I feel like that's an odd question to ask after sex >what am i supposed to respond with, good, satisfied? >But i can see what she's digging at >I'm honest >"Guilty" >The half of her face that i can see from where i'm lying >Well it smiles >She tells me "Good". >I wonder if she had this planned all along >Guilty sex, something new i'd definitely not done yet >But she laughed >"It was great for me, no guilt at all" >She's laughing as she says this >F... fuck you glasses >I was more guilty now that she'd said that >I really shouldn't even screw around with the girls anymore if i planned to chase down blondie >I mean it wasn't even a chase, i just had to get her alone again and agree to date her. >Glasses rolled over and up >Not in the mood for a post-sex cuddle i guess >Pants and my Boxers back on >I point out she's been wearing them for two days >I get an "I know" >Of course she knows >Of course i would get that answer. >i pull back on my red ones >I don't really feel any cleaner >Plus my boxers are still kind of sticky >But i don't have anything else to wear >Except yeah i do >I glance over at blondie's shorts >No, not those silly me >I dive under the covers and find my hot-pink sweatpants >Yess, this is what i need >Boxers off, Sweatpants on >Thumbs up from Glasses, i'm good to go >Out the door, we're ready to go >My legs are warm for the first time all morning >Until we get to the living room that is >Then everyone's glaring me down with ice >Even birthday has come to grace me with her icy presence >Now my legs are cold again >But glasses performs another miracle >She's put herself into a huffy mood >"I've had a stern talking to him" >Emphasis on stern >I make my best attempt at looking dejected and sad >Like i was just yelled at for 10 minutes >Blondie buys it, Birthday buys it. >Raven's not even looking at me. >I'm pretty sure i know what i want from raven >I want to smooth it out, make it clear to her that it's alright if we both stay friends >I know this sounds absurd >But i couldn't come to any other conclusion >What was between us, it felt forced, as if i was willing but she wasn't >As if she was forcing herself to be something that we weren't, to keep me close >She was scared of losing me >I just had to explain it to her >I had to tell her that no matter what i wouldn't make distance between us >That it would all be fixed somehow >I was delusional >I ask her to talk to me alone >I try to make it clear that there are many things that need to be erased. >She doesn't respond >She turns away from me >She strikes up a conversation with birthday >This wasn't nonchalant >This wasn't hidden >Everyone watched >Everyone saw exactly what she did >Birthday didn't even keep up her half of the conversation very well >It doesn't go over very well at all >Everyone's staring at raven now >She slowly stops talking >And leaves >Fuck >Everyone's looking at me now >Questions of "What the fuck did you do" are thrown >This is a level of shit is fucked up yet unknown to my teenage mind >Glasses offers to go talk to her >I don't know what she's going to say >She does something very-unglasses-like >She agrees with me. >Birthday realizes i'm not going to answer the question, and asks the next on her mind >"Why is everyone shirtless but me?" >I don't answer her >Nobody answers her >Except blondie >"I made you breakfast, there's a plate in the fridge." >It was a cold answer >Empty, devoid of emotion >But everyone felt cold >That mood just rubbed off >And everyone was looking at me again >Fine >Fucking fine ill go chase after her >I move off in that direction, kitchen nothing >Bathroom nothing >Guest room, nothing >Office, Nothing >Master bedroom, Nothing >Master bath. Locked. >That's not really a problem compared to every other door in the house >I find the pin i used earlier, there's a click and i'm inside. >She's sitting on the toilet, lid down >I close the door behind me >She might pretend not to hear me but she can listen >I start talking. >I make the worst possible mistake i have ever made with a girl in my life >The absolute worst >There is no level of mistakes that can compare to this simple one >There is no amount of regret that could fix this mistake >It wasn't complicated >I had great intentions, it wasn't supposed to be polite >But i did it >I tried to spare her feelings >This might not sound too bad >This might sound like exactly what i should have done >But it wasn't >So much of my opinion was based on how i felt she was being clingy >On how i felt she didn't actually want to be in a serious relationship with me >On how i felt she was being fake >But i didn't tell her this >I pussyfooted around the issue >I used buzz words and phrases, like "Childhood Friends" and "You mean a lot to me" >I tried to make it clear that i wouldn't stop being her friend no matter what >That we could go back to the way things were. >That she wouldn't lose me even if i dated any of the other girls >I was heartfelt, i was serious >I was giving her exactly what i thought she wanted >But it wasn't even close >She's silent for a while >I'm silent >Just staring >I realize that i can see her >I realize that the power has been on in here the entire time. >I don't know why this was on my mind >anything to distract me from what i was trying to do i guess >But it wouldn't help >Not after the words that i heard from across the bathroom >"You're delusional, you mean nothing to me." >She wasn't crying >No emotion at all >"You need to leave now." >Those were the last words she wanted to say. >But they didn't really hit me >I was still enamoured with the electricity >Wondering to myself why the other lights were out >I just replied "Alright" and left >I walked across the entire house, i checked the small bathroom and realized the lights in there had fried during the storm >Living room too i guess >I walk back to the living room, full of expectant girls >I tell birthday that the bathroom and living room lights need to be replaced, this is met with an "Oh" and she scurries off to find spare lightbulbs >I mention to glasses that she should go chat with raven, that she could use a "Real friend" right now. >They weren't my words >I didn't even hear them myself, but she walked off towards that part of the house >Then i lie down on the couch >And stare at the ceiling >I don't really measure time when i'm looking up >It was a rather nice ceiling compared to the others i had been looking at. >Very clean >I guess you keep the rooms you use the most, the cleanest >But something yellow blocks my sight >It's blondie's hair and face >Her lips are moving >But no sound is coming out >Or maybe i'm really not listening >She looks worried >I guess i should say something >So i speak >But no words come out >It doesn't sound like i made any sounds >Maybe i just have the volume turned down low >I grab my mental remote and i turn up everything >Which was a bad choice >Because not only does sound come back, but feelings do too >and i feel awful >Blondie seems to be asking me what happened >I don't give her an answer, so she kinda sits down and hugs me sideways, then ends up lying next to me on the couch >She's warm >Comforting >It makes me feel less awful, less like i'm going to explode >I concentrate on Blondie and give her a kiss. >Soft, but i pour out emotions into it >She can share i guess. >I feel better >I don't know what she feels >But we lie like that until birthday comes back >I would expect her to be mad, to say something >But she doesn't >Maybe we just make a cute couple. >Maybe she just doesn't care >Whatever it is, she doesn't make a peep even when i kiss my partner again. >I try to strike up a conversation about the ceiling with them >But they just don't hold it very well. >This is how they found us when the crime scene investigators analyzed the room >The deadly neurotoxin was swift >They say it's a painless way to go >A much happier way than the story might actually end >But alas >In that dimension my name was john >I hated every single one of you >To my dismay, that dimension was not this one. >This one i lay there for what must have been half an hour >Blondie stayed the entire time, she knew something was wrong >Or maybe she just enjoyed the contact >Not having to hide it >I enjoyed her company, the feeling of her skin against mine, her head on my shoulder. >The smell of her hair >I didn't have to think, while i lay there >But birthday left, probably to go help glasses >I didn't care >I just wanted to look up. >It's not long before blondie decides its time we stop moping >Or she's bored >Either way, she turns on the TV >She sits upright >I do as well, but i'm still not listening >I see the colors >But they're not in focus >Only one thing is in focus >Blondie >That's the only thing i can feel >So i chase after that feeling >I take it >She's on her back on the couch, i'm above her >I don't think she realized what i was doing until it was far too late >I was kissing her with almost all the ferocity i could muster >If the only thing i could feel was blondie, then i wanted all of it. >I wasn't even aroused, i just wanted to kiss her, that's all i wanted to do. >And i did, i put the most passion i've ever put into a kiss >My hands roamed, i groped everything i could touch >Her neck, her chest, her hair >I wrapped strands of her hair around my fingers as we kissed >I watched it, enjoying the silky texture. >I took every detail to memory >I had picked this girl, i was going to make sure she knew it too. >I don't know how long this went on >But she kissed back >She was receptive, not unwilling. >I whispered things in her ear >Words i'd never used before >I made it clear that she was the only girl for me. >It made me feel better >almost >I tried my hardest to concentrate only on her >It was working >Until her eyes got wide and she thumped on my back mid-kiss >I turn around, one of my hands still firmly on her breast. >There's raven standing there >But she's the only girl, the others are nowhere to be seen. >She doesn't have her arms crossed. >She doesn't seem angry >They're just loosely hanging by her side. >Her eyes are grey in the light. >"What do you want." >I growl this at her, like a lion interrupted mid-feast >She's timid, a small mouse compared to the words i used >"I... i just wanted to tell you" >She pauses >Not just a small pause, it lasts almost a full minute and a half >I'm getting impatient >I growl >"Spit it OUT" >She seems surprised at this, like she was lost in thought >But it gets a response >"I wanted to tell you i HATED YOU and NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN" >Oh, that's it >Completely fucking insignificant piece of information raven, thanks >I brush her off with an appropriate >"Y...you too" >Or something along those lines >Whatever i said, she stomps off >Glasses appears mysteriously from the shadows she was hiding in. >She's smoother than a well-coded enemy spawning script >But her words aren't smooth >"I can't fix that Storybro" >She uses my full name, i know its bad >"She's not talking to Birthday or me anymore, she's furious at both of us" >"And you just made it worse" >I just give a mean "I know" in response >The truth was, i just wanted to hurt raven >In that oh-so nonsensical way, where you feel terrible so you want to hurt other people to make yourself feel better. >It's a real thing, you've probably done it once or twice. >It's childish, selfish and it makes everything worse >I just didn't realize i wasn't the only one doing it. >But glasses comments >She points out i'm leaving finger marks on blondie >I look over, and Blondie has a look of obvious discomfort on her face >I look at my hand >I'm practically clawing her breast. >I let go >There's white lines where my fingers and tips had been >They soften >They blotch >They turn bright red >I'm apologetic, but i get "It's fine" In return >But glasses is still staring >I growl at her >"What, do you want to watch or something?" >It's meant to shock her into being embarrassed >But this is glasses >And i don't really know what she was thinking, but she gave a perfect response >"Ooh! can i?" >But it wasn't a perfect response >Her voice was empty, not sultry, not teasing. >I didn't take this into note >I offered to fuck blondie right there on the couch >Glasses didn't flinch >But blondie did >Squeals of "No you can't!" >Rather cute i guess, i asked her why not. >She shifted her eyes >She looked away from me, turned her head a little bit >"Reasons..." >I could guess at what those reasons were >I didn't care >I reached my hand down to the waistband of her bunny-underwear >No longer cute, just in the way >I start to drag it down >I find a hand on my own >It's not blondies >Its glasses >My hand is pulled up and away >I must have an incredulous look on my face >But i get slapped >Hard >I roll off the couch and too the floor >Back to staring at the ceiling again >I just turn off and silently try to ignore the girls and the movements they're making. >Blondie is silently yelling at glasses >My guess is that she would have been fine with it >Didn't matter what my guesses were >I was back to not feeling anything, so i didn't need blondie's sympathy >But she presumably wanted to make things better for me still >So she got up and left >Probably to talk with raven >I silently wished her luck >Glasses just stared off at where she went >Then sat down on my stomach like a seat, laying her head back on the couch >She was rather heavy for my small stomach, but i didn't really care >She was talking >Probably to me >I probably heard every word, but i don't remember a single one. >I remember i could feel the vibrations of her speech through her skin to my stomach >It felt like it was important >It vibrated like i should listen >I didn't >Everyone trickled back in >The sound came back, and so did raven >I guess blondie fixed it >Somehow >I don't know how, i never asked >We all watched TV >Not much talking really >Just whatever was on >The mood was... terse, quiet >Strained >We watched until lunch almost rolled around >It was a question posed i guess >Raven offered >Nobody argued with her >She left and we went back to watching TV >But we talked this time. >I smiled >i kissed blondie. >I made jokes about the state of dress of everyone. >Birthday even took off her shirt (welcome to the club you late-princess) >and i played various games with blondie under her apron. >Some of them not even lewd. >But it was empty >The mood was forced >And noon rolled around, and passed by slowly >No lunch >Not a peep from the kitchen >Nobody seemed to notice but me >Or they were ignoring it >Hoping the problem would solve itself >Fuck it >I get up >I announce that i'm going to go help with lunch >As stupid as a plan this is >I might as well try to get the food out faster. >It's a long walk to the kitchen >Feels farther than it used to be, maybe i was just slow >But i arrived what felt like three days later >I wanted to sit down as soon as i got there >But the first thing i did was shout in alarm >Raven was curled up in the corner by the cabinets, a pool of white liquid on the floor in front of her, and she was holding her wrist with her other hand >After yelling for the other girls, i'm on the floor beside her >I'm yelling "Are you OK" and various other trivial questions >The real question is answered when i pull her hand away from her wrist >Nothing >There was nothing on her wrist >I look up at her face, i don't understand why she's sitting here >I see her eyes; the cracks and splits in the usual perfect emeralds. >She's crying. >She's staring through me at the puddle >It's got a measuring cup in it, i look up and around the kitchen trying to figure out what kind of acidic dangerous substance she's spilled >But the only thing on the counter is milk and a mixing pan >She's crying over spilt milk >I know that sounds cliche >I know that sounds like she's putting up a fuss over nothing >But what's hard to understand is why she was crying over the milk >But it's rather hard to explain in character what i thought at the time. >I was probably thinking the same thing you were >That she should simply man the fuck up and stop being a faggot >But it's a little different than that >Ill ask you a question instead >Have you ever been depressed anons? >[spoiler]Depression is a difficult thing to explain to people who haven't ever experienced it. But the simplest explanation is that everything is slightly different[/spoiler] >[spoiler]I can't go into why it happens, because frankly not even doctors really understand what causes depression. But i can tell you what its like[/spoiler] >[spoiler]The world is the same, everything you do is the same, everything is the same. Except for that little dice roll in your head that lets you guess at how well whatever you do is going to turn out.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]That dice roll is now rigged[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Everything you imagine doing, seems pointless. Nothing will turn out the way you want it to. There will be only negative results from every meaningful action you take.[/ >[spoiler]This is really the easiest way to explain it, because that simple dice roll changes everything[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Things look different, situations feel different, it's like life isn't worth living. Nothing has meaning, you can't really look at the future and enjoy it.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Seriously think about it, how much would you like your life if tomorrow always looked like it would be shittier than today? and the next day even worse?[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Every, single, day.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]This is why raven was sitting in the kitchen crying over a small puddle of milk[/spoiler] >[spoiler]Not because it was any real problem, not because it would have mattered in the least[/spoiler] >[spoiler]But because the way she was feeling, the way her day had turned out[/spoiler] >[spoiler]It was just one more thing that went wrong, the pebble that broke the proverbial bird's willingness to fly[/spoiler] >[spoiler]So she sat down in the corner and cried, because she felt like it, because nothing she was doing mattered anyway[/spoiler] >I didn't really know why she was crying >I didn't really care, she hadn't made lunch >But i wasn't heartless >I picked her up with the assistance of Glasses, and we moved her to a stool sitting against the kitchen island >She didn't sit very upright >She put her head down against the tile >I didn't check to see if she was still crying.