>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

>
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>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.