Backstory: I'm at my exgirlfriend's birthday party thing (she's turning 18!). I don't know how this happened, but she bet this other kid "Joe" that he can't write porn. He's a virgin, suffice to say. He decided that if he was going down, he was taking us with him. This is what happened.
(I changed my name to iamzack and her name to iamzack's exgirlfriend. everyone else named is/was here.)
"You know, I really think this is a bad idea..." iamzack's exgirlfriend's hoarse, mono-inflicted voice came out more like a growl than a pur under the press of Emerald's body. The couch in front of her TV was vaguely rough, worn from years of good use.
"Shut up." iamzack pushed iamzack's exgirlfriend to a prone position, her body spread across most of the couch, her legs still dangling down, bearly able to touch the floor. She was short. iamzack peered around the TV to look into the kitchen. Joe was being mauled by Rachel, for having thrown a pillow one to many times. Greyson was hiding under the table. Christine was silent. Joe was terrible at seduction. That was just one more lost bet. "I've already had mono, and no one will becoming in here any time soon."
"My parents?" iamzack's exgirlfriend asked. She wasn't going anywhere.
"Are off having a nice dinner without you. Now, shut up and take off your shirt." iamzack blew a bit of hair out of her face, and turned to look at her short, Asian victim.
"You mean you won't do it for me if I refuse?" If she was going to do this, she at least wanted it to be sexy. Casual was boring. Just like het. Het was bland and normal and easy to write. iamzack's exgirlfriend had always had a thing for S&M. It was an irony she hadn't ended up at the school of Math and Science. "
"Oh, of course not. See, watch." Easing herself onto iamzack's exgirlfriend, her left hand slid up and under her black Yuri shirt. The irony was rather like something out of a bad fanfiction. "You're going to have sex with me. You'll be submissive, and I'll be dominant. You're a roleplayer, aren't you?"
"I suppose so."
"Now, make your voice a bit softer. I want squeaks, not grunts."
"Only if you massage a bit to the left." iamzack's hand had managed to get iamzack's exgirlfriend's right sleeve off, and had dropped to the nape of her back, fingers kneeding out years of tension. iamzack's exgirlfriend gave a slight gasp, and then sighed. There was the purring noise. That was all the permission iamzack needed. Her face dropped to just an inch above iamzack's exgirlfriend's, a slightly maniacal grin on her face.
"You know what I'm going to do now, right?"
"It's not rape if I say yes, right?"
"Please say it. I'd like to avoid the lawsuit."
"Yes."
"Oh, come on, at least try to make it vaguely arousing."
"Oh yes, honey, please, please, I want you soooo badly." iamzack's exgirlfriend, as horny as she was, was still capable of sarcasm.
"Shut up!" The kiss that followed was probably a bit more violent than advisable. Pushing iamzack's exgirlfriend's head over the arm rest, they were both panting. "I'm going to take off the rest of your shirt now. Don't say a word." She flung the black piece of cloth across the room without further ado, grabbing iamzack's exgirlfriend's breasts through her bra, and beginning to squeeze, to twist, to tease them, all the while working her way down iamzack's exgirlfriend's neck with her tongue. iamzack's exgirlfriend's hands found iamzack's plaid skirt, and began fumbling loosely at the belt.
"You're an idiot, you know. The belts are for show. Just pull the damn thing off, and get to work." iamzack whispered as, with trained fingers, she unhooked iamzack's exgirlfriend's bra, and threw that away as well. Nuzzling her face in the shallow groove iamzack's exgirlfriend would have liked to have called cleavage, iamzack began to slip her hands down towards iamzack's exgirlfriend's inevitably black shorts, undoing the button and zipper with a bit of difficulty. "You should wear skirts. Easier to take off."
"You shouldn't be wearing clothing. Goddamn skirt." Getting frustrated looking for the zipper, iamzack's exgirlfriend, ever the pragmatist, flipped up the skirt to a surprise. "You're not wearing panties? You ****in' nympho."
"Shut up and do something. Figure out how to- OH!" iamzack recoiled in pleasure as iamzack's exgirlfriend's fingers found, well, that thing. Oh yes! They call it a pussy. I've never seen one. "There you go-Oooh. You're not bad. Come on. Hurry up." Satisfied with the progress being made, iamzack brought her mouth to iamzack's exgirlfriend's nipple. "In a shocking role reversal, I'll start referring to you as mommy." Her tongue danced, and Aisliinn convulsed, panting louder. iamzack's hand began to play down within her pants, messing with all of those fun, unfamiliar female parts.
And then Joe walked in. iamzack's exgirlfriend squeaked, and did a little convulsion. She was done. iamzack turned up and looking slightly miffed that she hadn't gotten any actual satisfaction out of the encounter, sat back down on the couch. "What the hell are you looking at?" iamzack asked, wiping her hand on her skirt.
"I think this might be inspiration."
iamzack's exgirlfriend continued to pant.
Rachel clocked Joe with a frying pan.
iamzack sighed, and considered evil thoughts.
Christine said nothing.
Greyson had already left.
