>I knelt down with a roll of paper towels and soaked up the mess >It wasn't very much, so i only needed a sheet or two >Glasses busied herself with grabbing whatever ingredients struck her fancy from the fridge >On the counter, there was milk, flour, eggs, sugar and those little packets of instant-yeast. >Frankly i don't know what raven was even going to make >Cake maybe, or any manner of bread-like things. >We don't ask >She just sits there with her head down as we busy ourselves throwing various ingredients together and making [REDACTED] >It's rather uneventful, since as you would know [REDACTED] takes a fair amount of human involvement to make. >So glasses and myself were busy scurrying around the kitchen grabbing things, sizzling others and spatula-ing the rest. >It was fairly straightforward, Birthday and Blondie weren't involved at all >They had tried to console raven at first >But she wasn't talking to anyone it seems >Or she was sleeping >Or pretending to sleep >They left her when we kicked them out for getting in the way. >One chair being occupied was enough, we didn't try to kick that one out. >They were off in the other room still watching TV >Like i said, uneventful >But eventually [REDACTED] was finished, and we topped it with a mixture of [DATA EXPUNGED] and [FILE CORRUPTED] >We all pulled chairs into the kitchen and decided to eat there >Crowded around the kitchen island >Everyone loved the food, it was superb >The way the [REDACTED] fell onto your tongue was like sunlight sparkling over the clouds on a rainy day. >It was absolutely exotic, i had no clue glasses knew how to make something so simple yet so delicious. >Frankly, if i didn't know any better > >[CLEARANCE LEVEL NOT HIGH ENOUGH TO VIEW THE REST OF THIS ENTRY] >The last scraps cleared off every plate, people are appropriately full of food >Even the quiet girl seems to have enjoyed it >Hopefully moods will improve >It's about halfpast noon, we have five-tummy-full humans >Hours to waste >What do we do? >VIDEO GAMES >Miss-Black-Hair is still silent, but she's not crying >We all pile onto the couch, everyone this time >Birthday, Raven, Glasses, Me, and Blondie takes the opportunity to sit on my lap. >We all fit now >Fuck you homely >Still only 4 controllers though. Birthday gets one, I get one, Glasses gets one. >The last goes to raven. >Glasses hands it straight to her instead of blondie >Nobody argues >[spoiler]There's a wonderful thing video games do that TV doesn't[/spoiler] >[spoiler]You need to concentrate on them, stay aware, control them[/spoiler] >[spoiler]When you're watching TV, you have time to think, your mind can wander and contemplate other things. You can pay attention to the world around you.[/spoiler] >[spoiler]You play video games when you don't want to think about the world, just the game[/spoiler] >We all silently agreed we would swap controllers between whoever wasn't playing. >We didn't try to swap with raven >It's odd, how i was surrounded by a couch of topless near-naked women, and i really wasn't paying attention to any of them when i had a controller in my hands >But as soon as i swapped off on death with blondie, i went back to noticing her. >And when i took the controller back, she noticed me >It's odd how that worked >When i was playing she curled up to the right and into the crook of my arm. >Small sounds of contentment, nothing much at first >When she was playing i wrapped my arms around her, over the apron. >(Yeah she was still wearing it, i know right?) >Squeezed softly, nothing much at first >Death after death, we ended up the only two trading >Kinda cheap on Birthday and Glasses' part >But it didn't mind, because girl on my lap. >I could play with that too >There was firstly, miles and miles of skin to explore >But i wasn't being mean >Not like when i was playing with glasses, she deserved it >No, i had no intention of getting blondie killed. I kept my hands in non-ticklish spots >Unless i accidentally tickled her of course >I was soft, caressing >It was less playing, and more exploring, enjoying the texture of her skin. >Enjoying the movements she made >The unconscious shifts in bodyweight as my hands hiked along the trails of her ribcage, the curves of her stomach. >The scent of her hair, the faint aroma of the cinnamon and sugar she had been working with in the morning. >I tried to keep it rather innocent >I say tried >I was back to having a boner >I couldn't help it >The turnaround of the teenage body really is an amazing thing. >I might have been wearing sweatpants, but those did nothing to hide it from her >She knew >The best part >She knew it was her fault >She was sitting on me the entire time, the growth from flacid-to-erect is a thing that a girl definitely notices. >I think she liked it >She had done a little more than notice >She had shifted, slowly, over time >Every time i had the controller, she wiggled, her butt with my bulge nestled properly between her legs. >It's a shame we weren't playing on a Wii (it wasn't out yet) >There would have been far more waggling involved >It was rather a nice feeling, but far too little stimulation to really go anywhere. >Not that i really wanted to go anywhere, im sure she was feeling nice too. >I was rather happy to stay like that >But as is the way with most things like this >My hands werent >They went off on another inquisition for that blonde-hued-gold >I was less... innocent this time >Let's just say my hands visited places reserved for kings, and my fingers explored valleys yet-unexplored by any other man. >I'm not sure we were being very sneaky about it >She was rather breathy >only a minute or two of this second wind of exploration and i have to snap my hands away from blondie. >Raven had just stood up >She stands for a moment, controller in hand >Then steps forward and sits down on the rug in-front of the TV. >Ahh, i guess she just wasn't comfortable on the couch >Made sense in my head >My hands return >I don't have to worry about raven seeing >I don't care if birthday sees >Glasses watching is just a turn-on >I've made my choice >Hand in her panties underneath the apron >It's actually the first time i've felt her be really wet down here >I took note >She might actually enjoy being watched, or the fear associated with knowing there's others that can see. >Or, as i was closer and closer to hoping >We were a really good match >I didn't doubt she had fallen for me too, in more ways than one. >That blush she has, no wonder it goes all the way down >Believe it or not, this is really the first time i'd fingered her. >I seemed to have been farther faster with every other girl, atleast in my mind. >Saving the best for last maybe. >Or i wasn't sure what i had in my arms >Either way, she had the benefit of being after glasses little lesson for me. >So for once with a girl, i wasn't a clumsy idiot trying to get my fingers in her vagina. >[spoiler]I lied, that part never fucking stops being a thing, no matter how many women you're with[/spoiler] >[spoiler]But i wasn't awful, and that's what matters[/spoiler] >She was actually rather tight >Surprisingly so >I could only get one finger in, my pointer. >To me though? This was plenty. >Somehow Blondie was managing to be quiet during all of this >But she was squirming around quite a bit >Might have actually been rather uncomfortable for her, but her hands didn't pull mine away >Well i guess she did have a controller in her hands, but still >I didn't take it back when she died like i usually do. >She was still playing like a pro >Frankly if you were watching the screen you wouldn't have a clue as to what was going on >But i'm pretty sure everyone knew except for raven >So i did something mean >I flipped the apron up with my other hand >This was met with two stares >One from Glasses >One from Birtdhay >The character on the screen stopped moving and progressing the party forward >Maybe for a full minute >But Blondie stared straight ahead >I could see the back of her neck, it was as red as a barn door. >But she didn't turn, or move >Or stop me >Raven didn't seem to look back either >I did wave at birthday to try to get her to keep moving the character >She seems to get the idea and starts moving again >Phew >Glasses is still staring >But she's got a smile on her face >A look in her eyes >It says >"You better be doing it like i showed you nigga" >No worries glasses >I took your advice to heart, i got her covered dawg >Or, uncovered >Birthday doesn't seem to care >Well or she does but doesn't >It strengthens my suspicions that she didn't really like me and was just competing with homely the entire time. >I continue with my finger and discover >Much to my delight >That soft, barrier to further access. >I don't break it >That's not a job for a finger. >[spoiler]Actually it is, i just didn't know any better[/spoiler] >But i don't stop, i continue teasing and playing with her on my lap >I keep it up, play rather affectionately around other parts with my other hand. >Minutes, seconds, days, who knew how long it really was. >But eventually my hand returns to her breast and i get a brilliant idea >Broken nipple mechanic here i come >I squeeze one >She tenses up >I Squeeze again >That does it >She lets out a squeal, not a squeak, not a small sound >It's loud >Her body kind of ripples, i can feel it from my fingers down below, up to my shoulders pressed against her >Then she just loses all tension >Which i realized at the last moment was a bad thing >Because i had my legs more spread than they were to start, and she started to slip right between them >And that's where i was keeping my family jewels >Terror >But i guess the angle was wrong, or she wasn't as tight to me as i thought she was >She kind of lands on them >And yeah it hurts a little bit >But the couch is soft, and she's soft, and i manage to scoot back and solve the problem before it really hurts. >Still though i had a hand to my crotch real quick making sure the two of them were ok. >This is what, the third attempt she'd half-assed on my life? >She's getting sloppy, letting her feelings get in the way of her work. >Blondie is obviously distracted, she drops the controller >Dies during whatever fight she was in, along with birthday and raven. >Guess it was a hard boss, i wasn't helping >Glasses solos the boss >While looking at me >She's just mashing buttons >Somehow wins >The victory screen comes up >I pull my hand out >Stare Glasses back in the eyes >And i suck on my finger. >I see something in her eyes >Maybe a reflection of the red blondie has currently turned >Maybe something else >But i'll tell you, the finger was almost tasteless >Subtle, rather light >Out of the girls i'd tasted, it was the softest flavor. Hints of sweetness, tad bit of bitter, little bit of sour, like a well ripened fruit. >Might be my favorite >Didn't know, had to taste more. >I tried to put my finger back >But that wasn't happening right now >I mean i got my hand back and everything >But the poor girl was as limp as a wet noodle >She kind of curled up on my lap sideways, buried her head in my arm and closed her eyes. >She mumbles something, its quiet >Too quiet, i can't hear it >Or i can't make it out >But glasses perks up >And so does raven, but for a different reason >She announces she has to use the restroom >But she doesn't turn around right away >Almost like she knows what's going on behind her >I almost want to show her >But i think better of it >I flip her apron back up, remove my hand >I pick up the controller, act like nothing was happening >I didn't plan on telling birthday the controller would be sticky later >Raven turns around >No real look on her face >Curled up girl in my arms >I think she's going to sleep >But raven leaves >Silently, no stomping >I felt like that was a good sign >But i was still a little confused >I thought i would be happy after getting the girl of my dreams off and having her sleep in my arms >But i still felt guilty >and i didn't know why >Raven returns >She looks rather sad actually >Her cheeks were rather blotchy, shades of grey and red >She stops near the couch and looks at me >Right in the eyes, but she's not close >Her emeralds look like Steely quartz from this angle. >It's a color i'd never seen from her before >She stares back >Opens her mouth, as if to say something important >Something on her mind for hours >She looked as if she was really going to say it too >But birthday interrupts >asks if she's going to sit down so we can continue >I would blame her for being inconsiderate, for not paying attention. But to be fair she was rummaging through our inventory equipping stuff. >She probably wasn't even looking at raven. >Raven closes her mouth >Sits down on the floor again >I can't see her face >All i can see is her smooth skin, and the ridge of her spine >She's hunched over almost >Concentrating on the vidya i hope >We don't get much farther into the game >I'm no good at blondie's character, glasses can't stop staring at me and birthday keeps dying. >So you know, the usual when blondie isn't around to heal us. >Yeah, i know >Ironic >She was peacefully asleep in my arms though, i wasn't going to interrupt that cat-nap >We have to stop because it's just not fun when you're not progressing >Plus the difficulty mode we had it on made it impossible to really progress at all without a good human healer. >It gets swapped out to some 2 player coop game. >Birthday and I give up controllers >And as a result, glasses hops off the couch to sit on the floor with raven >And birthday >She scoots over to talk to me >Not really as much talking, as non-verbal communication >She doesn't seem to be jealous >She's just examining blondie >I get a couple statements from her though >"You two look cute together" is whispered. >an "IF you break her heart i'll kill you" is implied >Couple more lovely statements, most nice >Some more threats >You know, it's birthday >Overprotective >But i think she was overall glad that Blondie was happy >We'd been over the how-little-friends blondie had before we picked her up part before >But she was rather lonely at school >I didn't even know if she'd ever had a boyfriend before >Guess it was something i should ask when she woke up >Even though we had really skipped that step >Lots of talking we needed to do, about everything >Wouldn't be so bad, we weren't very distant before the party anyway. >I did however have to use the bathroom >The #2 kind >Which meant miss-blondie was going to have to wake up, or i would have to scoot her off >That part actually goes by amazingly well >Just kinda lifted her and left her sitting where i was sitting before, she didn't even wake up >I manage to escape without being followed >Do my business >Wash up >Open the door >Raven's sitting outside with her back against the wall >She looks up to my face when i leave >I don't see her eyes, she's in a shadow >But her mouth opens again >She tries to put words together, i don't think it's very easy for her >I just patiently wait >I owe her that much >But probably not >Still, she gets half a sentence out >"I'm... happy...for" >Then she pauses >She really doesn't have to finish, there's only one thing she could say >But she does anyway >"Her..." >Well now she's proven there was more than one thing she could say >That was not the word i expected >It felt wrong >Like she was using the wrong word >I couldn't tell what it really meant >Like it was a passive aggressive way of telling me she was still angry at me, while pretending to be happy >It felt low >It hurt >It made me feel guilty all at the same time. >I react appropriately >I call her mean names >I tell her she's full of shit >I leave her there with mouth open >Shocked look on her face >Didn't go anywhere near as badly as she expected >That rigged dice roll, was throwing negatives. >I return to the living room >Raven doesn't >Birthday has the controller and is on the floor now >I sprawl out on the couch and use Blondie's stomach as a pillow >Comfy as fuck >I can feel her breathing, rise and fall >I think she might actually be awake >There's a hand on my head >Running through my hair >Yeah, she's awake >[spoiler]Heads on stomachs are not lightweight things anons[/spoiler] >But she runs her fingers across my scalp >It actually feels really good >I don't know why >It's like a thousand times better than doing it yourself. >Sometimes i think humans are big cats, getting scratched on your scalp always feels great enough to make you purr. >Glasses eventually gets up and zips off to somewhere >I'm given the controller >I give a rather half assed attempt at playing sideways >Birthday wins like every time we have to compete. >My head really isn't in the court either >Slam, Bam, Thank you ma'am >Want to get on the floor and jam. >Girl, you got me in a zone. >Least i didn't feel bad about what i'd said >Somehow skin contact with blondie made everything better >Even if i was harsh to you-know-who. >I think i dozed off partially thinking about that, after handing blondie the controller >Glasses didn't come back either. >I wasn't asleep for very long >really only so long you can sleep for on a couch with your head on a very-awake girl >Maybe a couple minutes, maybe half an hour >I wake up to blondie squirming though >Ends up she has to pee >I've got my head sitting on her bladder >Oops >I roll up and off of her >Glasses still isn't here >She's actually over in the doorway watching us when i look around >I sit upright >I realize raven is there too >Her eyes are grey from this distance >Lifeless >But she approaches me and they glint like neon green quartz in the sunlight >I know that glint, she's got a plan >But it catches me off guard >It's nothing i would have expected >Her mouth opens >Words come out >Half sob, half strangled wail >"I'M SORRY" >She repeats this >"I'M SORRY" >"I'M SORRY" >Different variations >Different pitches >She starts apologizing for things >She tells me everything's her fault >She's taking a step towards me with every word >"We can start over!" >Keeps telling me it's no big deal we can fix everything >She's rather close now >"I'll do whatever you want to make it better!" >She's actually on top of me now, i realize she's not quite right in the head at the moment >Which is reinforced by her hand on my crotch >and her quick statement of >"I'll fix everything i promise" >This is far too crazy for me >For her, this last couple days has been crazy >But this is really psychotic crazy >Not what i want at all >So i shove her off >And she comes back pummeling me with her fists >Tears streaming down her face >I'm not sure what color her eyes were >Fist colored maybe >She was screaming things but they were incoherent >I didn't care what she was screaming, this shit was crazy even for her. >I grab her arms as they come at me, stop her cold >Roll her over and force her down to the sofa >She's got wet streaks down her cheeks >Face just confused, no expression, but no lack of expression either >I try to ask her what's wrong, talk her down, try to get her to explain anything, everything >She seems to calm down >Then i take a chance and let go of her hands >wrong move >She starts flailing at me again >I do this two more times, each time getting her to what i feel is an even calmer place than the last >Her eyes are radiating a mixture of fury and sadness, Glasses is standing behind me watching, and i can see blondie from across the room watching too. >I didn't look at birthday >I let go one last time, when i feel the fire has gone out >I get punched in the jaw >head swivels completely around 3-4 times, you know the drill >But before it stops spinning, her arms are around my back >She's hugging me, squeezing as hard as she can >I'm half bent over the couch, she's actually lifting herself off it by holding onto me. >She's actually half choking half strangling me by doing this >But it's not as bad as the pain in my jaw from getting punched >I growl at her to let go >I have half a mind to punch her back >But she squeezes tighter >As if that was even possible >"Don't make me" >It's a child's voice, scared and afraid >I could have let her, why not right? >Except i wasn't in a very letting mood >Wasn't up for rewarding hitting people with hugs >Its a shame, because i struggled >Shoved her off to the couch and i stood up straight >She gave a kick towards my balls >Which i managed to avoid by inches >Had a couple choice words >With everyone watching >Most of them were "Fuck you" >The others were that i didn't want to talk to her again >She didn't take that too well, and came at me again >Glasses stopped her with her arm >Birthday was holding her back from behind >Raven had her lips extended as if she was trying to kiss me, or bite my face off. >At this point, she could have done both. >But because Glasses had her stopped, she was paused only a couple inches away. >We stand like that for a moment, frozen, eye to eye. >Raven's eyes. cold, misted over and empty >We stand like that for a mere moment in time >But it was enough for her face to shift into rage and for her to rip herself away from birthday >and stomp angrily away. >A door slammed in the distance. >fuck >That was not what i needed right now >Whatever that just was, it felt like shit >It left me confused >It felt like shit >It left me guilty >I felt like shit >Everything hurt again >Everything. >It felt like i'd just had a fight with a vicious enemy >Lost >Fallen out of a third story window >And hit the ground >Glass raining down around me >Real Folk blues you know? >Wasn't a good feel >Back to my favorite passtime >Lying on the couch >Staring at the ceiling >Except i was interrupted by everyone else staring at me >What >Like i could fix that >Seriously >Like i could fix any of that >They obviously thought i could >Alright >Fuckin tinkerbell over here, i guess if you believe in me i can go fly and shit >I get off the couch, jump out the window, do like five laps of the house in midair and fly back in. >Showed up at the door i expected had been slammed >Wasn't birthday's room >Check the bathroom, voila >Another fucking locked bathroom >I didn't break and enter this time >I was polite >I knocked >And yelled >"FUCKING LET ME IN" >Unsurprisingly, nothing happened >So i knocked again louder >Maybe she didn't hear me right? >Still no response >Well, whatever, i tried >I return to the living room >All the girls are staring at me >Its a look of >"You're a fucking idiot" >I get it from everyone, until birthday runs off to go try to talk to raven. >I plop down on the couch right as i hear a yell >"IT WAS UNLOCKED YOU ASSHOLE" >It's birthday yelling >I don't feel like an asshole though >She comes back after 15 minutes >She didn't look very happy with me >But it wasn't really me >That kind of second hand anger that sometimes happens. >she sits us down, blondie and I. >I know what's coming >Some speech about how blah blah blah >But that's not what happens >Birthday explains that she's not really sure why Raven's so... moody >As much as i keep thinking otherwise, I'm the only person she's said a word to most the morning. >Every time a girl has gone to talk to her, it's been one sided >She'd been silent every time >I didn't realize this >I actually do feel like an asshole now >And there's another feeling >It's rather confusing, deep, shallow, painful, enjoyable at the same time. >I don't have a word for it, but it hurts. >Birthday asks us something rather simple >She asks us to stop >Stop showing affection for one another >Stop making a scene >Stop being lovey-dovey >In fact, she suggests we just stop all that stuff and everyone puts on clothes >I play dumb >I ask her >"Why" >I don't need to explain her answer >But it made sense >The less clothes we were wearing, the more tension formed between everyone. >And for raven's sake we should stop >I don't like it very much, i spent valuable time and effort unclothing everyone step by step >But i'm not dumb, it was looking to be a very-unfun last day if this continued >so i agreed >Shame it didn't matter. >Clothes went on, shirts mostly on everyone >I didn't bother checking if birthday had panties on again under her skirt >Blondie didn't put pants on, i didn't put underwear on >But other than that, shirts were the main thing. >Blondie even took off her apron and had bunnies back. >Shame, but we're taking a hit for raven >Even though there's a thousand and one reasons we shouldn't be nice to her, we weren't heartless >So we got her to come back >well... i did, she just kind of came when i asked her. >wouldn't respond to anyone else >She wasn't very responsive when blondie forced a shirt on her either. >Just trudged back to the living room with us, head hung >It was a little bit of rearranging to get everyone seated again. >I got the couch, raven in the middle, glasses at the other end, birthday and blondie on the floor playing the game. >It was really maybe 10 minutes of silence >Then things began to get weird >Raven struck up a conversation with me >About nothing, nothing at all >But every sentence was a question, carefully designed to just be something i could answer. >Like nobody else was invited to talk >Like she just wanted to talk to me, and me alone >It went on like that for a while, and i started trying to lay in hints to other people. >Trying to get them to answer too >I wanted her to be talking to everyone, not just me >I felt like it would help >No responses, or they missed my hints >So i was blunt, i asked a girl at random saying "I don't know, let me ask" >I ended up asking blondie >I swear i wasn't playing favorites, or any of that >But that's when the conversation stopped >When she stopped responding to me. >To anyone >I couldn't get a word out of her, she just stared straight forward at the TV.