x2c Wren i purposefully stop in the middle of the doorway, because i know the soft light from the adjacent room is filling in the space around my half-nude body. you lay on the bed watching me silently as i grasp the carpet with my bare toes, and nibbling on my lower lip for your benefit. my unbuttoned faded jeans ride low on my hips. they melt into every curve as if they were designed specifically for me to wear. your ratty old t-shirt graces my upper torso. it does nothing to hide my rippening nipples that are caressing the underside of the thin fabric. i close my eyes and run my fingers through my long hair, as i have done a million times before. the movement is automatic, but extremely sensual. you slowly sit up in the bed, and then drop your legs over the side. without saying a word, your raise your arm and wrap your strong hand around my waist and pull me to you. you say nothing, but your eyes say everything. i grasp the bottom of the t-shirt and slowly pull it up over my head, swinging my hair out as i do so. i gracefully allow the fabric to drop from fingers. i make eye contact and hold it, while i gently slide both hands up my tummy. i delicately caress my skin with my fingers, as if it were the first time i had ever touched my body. slowly they continue an invisible path upwards, until i reach my tits. i allow my hands to spread out evenly over them. i begin to caress and squeeze them simultaneously. i gently grab my nipples with my thumb and my fore-finger and begin to pinch and twist them. a single seductive moan escapes from between my parted lips. you place your hands once again around my waist and pull my body towards yours. a sharp intake of breath is my response to feeling your lips press into my tummy. you begin to kiss me delicately, as if you are afraid that i should break. i'm watching you with anticipation as your tongue slides out from between your lips, makes contact with my skin and begins to glide upward. i twine my fingers in your hair, trying not to pull it, but at the same time not even caring if i do. i am fixated with the sight of your tongue drawing nearer to my chest. i slip one hand out of your hair, and cup it around the underside of my tit. as your lips settle down around the hard nipple, i begin to squeeze it gently...as if i were feeding you. "mmmmmmmm, it feels so good baby" i say breathlessly. i can no longer ignore the ache i feel between my legs, or how the crotch of my jeans is becoming damp. you hear my silent pleads, and appease me by removing one of your hands from my waist, and place it on the snap of my jeans. you make me believe you are going to swiftly slide your hand down inside my already unbuttoned jeans, but then you just slide your hand slowly downward. you begin to stroke my swelling clit through my jeans, which purposefully succeeds in driving me over the edge. i begin to squirm, and entangle my fingers even farther into your hair. i say "please baby, please touch my clit." you say dominantly "i can't hear you." i scream "please touch my clit!!!" you say "i don't think you want it enough!" i say "oh god baby, i'll do anything you ask, just please touch me!!" you say "anything?" i repeat assuredly "anything!" you show me you understand with a quick look into my eyes, and with that you look toward the doorway. my eyes follow you, and stop when they are filled with the sight of an unknown female, standing in the same spot that only i occupied a few moments ago. a little startled, i turn back to him, my eyes full of questions. he says "you said anything" and raises his hand to the girl. she walks towards us, takes his hand in hers, then he tells me to get the hell out... wren: you didn't really think they'd kick her out, did you? goof: as if! wren: as if we'd finish the story like that! yaww! goof: let's do the scooby doo ending. wren: good call! / doodlydoo doodlydoo / doodlydoo doodlydoo / ..."mmmmmm baby", she says. i'd love to have her join us, but there's one last thing... i turn to her and say "let's just see who you really are miss?!" i grab her face and yank off the hideous mask she is wearing and exclaim "why it's old miss withers, the gal who runs the haunted amusement park!!!" miss withers says "i would have gotten away with it too if hadn't been for your snooping blatherkids!" from somewhere in deep cyberspace, scooby says "good one shaggy!" wren: excellent scooby doo ending! goof: yeah, i think we should do the mega-believable ending! wren: ah, the mega-believable ending! that's do-able. / doodlydoo doodlydoo / doodlydoo doodlydoo / ...she walks towards us, takes his hand in hers, and because of the extreme amount of sheer anticipation, he unexpectedly and much to his horror, fills up the inside of his blue jeans with cum. the end. wren: ::shrugs:: well, you wanted it to be believable! ;) goof: party on wren! wren: party on goof! wren & goof: "zang!" ::'wren's world song fades away into the background:: credit goes to Wayne's World for the 'wren: & goof:' scripts (although somewhat altered) 021114 ... oren Bravo. 090511 what's it to you? who go blather from