Ein Zwei Drei (5/?)
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February 3 2011, 04:50:41 UTC
"So what did you think of Gilbert?" Elizabeta asked, face willfully innocent, as she curled up against Roderich.
Roderich sniffed, sending a stray lock of hair skittering across his face. "He was rather insufferable. He's only gotten more arrogant since I last saw him." He paused, thoughtful. "I think someone should get him a thesaurus, first and foremost. 'Awesome' this, and 'awesome' that - "
Elizabeta guffawed. "You like him!"
Roderich tossed back his head, haughty. "Certainly not. And if I did, it certainly wasn't because he has a rather nice ass."
Elizabeta dissolved into giggles, burying her face in Roderich's shoulder. "Can we keep him?"
"Are you sure he's housebroken?" Roderich smiled gently, running a fingertip along her cheek. "That fond of him?"
She smiled crookedly. "You know me; I'm in favor of any guy who wants to kiss me and grab your ass at the same time."
"True, true," he said sagely. "It has been rather of a while since we had a 'friend' in common, hasn't it."
"Yeah... a couple years."
"And I certainly don't wish to deprive my lovely wife of her interests." Roderich leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Have I told you about how Gilbert and I met?"
Elizabeta grinned, quirking an eyebrow. "Ooh, is it storytime?" She slid a hand up her thigh, skin prickling with anticipatory goosebumps.
"Whatever my lady desires," he murmured. "As you know, I was attending a very conservative school, so you can imagine my surprise at being so flagrantly ogled in the showers."
She closed her eyes, snuggling to get comfortable against Roderich's side while slipping a hand between her thighs.
"Naturally, I didn't let on that I'd noticed - if he wanted to get thrown out of school, that wasn't my concern. But of course I couldn't help noticing that he was rather well-built. I would guess that he's more muscular now, but even then he had broad shoulders and a taut stomach I would have eaten linzertorte off of. But I didn't want him to know that, of course."
Fingers dancing on her inner thigh inside the legs of her boxers, she let Roderich's story fill her mind, envisioning Roderich licking pastry crumbs and jam off of Gilbert's abdomen.
"I'm not sure why he was even showering there; I hadn't seen him before. But after that, I saw him rather often... but only in the showers. And he hadn't gotten any better about keeping his eyes to himself. Quite the opposite, really."
She imagined the shower room, heavy with steam, beads of water glistening on the both of them while Gilbert looking at Roderich with open hunger in his red eyes.
"It was becoming a problem, as you can imagine. It's difficult not to be... swayed... by such open admiration."
"Exhibitionist," she chuckled, not opening her eyes. She'd slipped her hand inside her boxers now, and traced small, slow circles on her venus mound.
"You love it, dear," he remarked without missing a beat. "If anyone were to come into the showers at the wrong moment, it would have been quite a problem."
"Say it. Tell me why," she breathed, fingers slipping down. Tell me about you and him in a steamy room with your cocks so hard from eying each other.
"Patience, darling. We'd never spoken a word to one another, and I didn't even want to make eye contact. It would only have encouraged him, and I didn't want that. Things were out of control enough as it was."
Fingers slicked with her own fluids, she slid her index and middle finger around her clit.
"Anyone who walked in would have seen two college boys alone in the shower, and even if he had the sense to stop staring in such a circumstance... that we were both hard would have said enough."
Roderich sniffed, sending a stray lock of hair skittering across his face. "He was rather insufferable. He's only gotten more arrogant since I last saw him." He paused, thoughtful. "I think someone should get him a thesaurus, first and foremost. 'Awesome' this, and 'awesome' that - "
Elizabeta guffawed. "You like him!"
Roderich tossed back his head, haughty. "Certainly not. And if I did, it certainly wasn't because he has a rather nice ass."
Elizabeta dissolved into giggles, burying her face in Roderich's shoulder. "Can we keep him?"
"Are you sure he's housebroken?" Roderich smiled gently, running a fingertip along her cheek. "That fond of him?"
She smiled crookedly. "You know me; I'm in favor of any guy who wants to kiss me and grab your ass at the same time."
"True, true," he said sagely. "It has been rather of a while since we had a 'friend' in common, hasn't it."
"Yeah... a couple years."
"And I certainly don't wish to deprive my lovely wife of her interests." Roderich leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Have I told you about how Gilbert and I met?"
Elizabeta grinned, quirking an eyebrow. "Ooh, is it storytime?" She slid a hand up her thigh, skin prickling with anticipatory goosebumps.
"Whatever my lady desires," he murmured. "As you know, I was attending a very conservative school, so you can imagine my surprise at being so flagrantly ogled in the showers."
She closed her eyes, snuggling to get comfortable against Roderich's side while slipping a hand between her thighs.
"Naturally, I didn't let on that I'd noticed - if he wanted to get thrown out of school, that wasn't my concern. But of course I couldn't help noticing that he was rather well-built. I would guess that he's more muscular now, but even then he had broad shoulders and a taut stomach I would have eaten linzertorte off of. But I didn't want him to know that, of course."
Fingers dancing on her inner thigh inside the legs of her boxers, she let Roderich's story fill her mind, envisioning Roderich licking pastry crumbs and jam off of Gilbert's abdomen.
"I'm not sure why he was even showering there; I hadn't seen him before. But after that, I saw him rather often... but only in the showers. And he hadn't gotten any better about keeping his eyes to himself. Quite the opposite, really."
She imagined the shower room, heavy with steam, beads of water glistening on the both of them while Gilbert looking at Roderich with open hunger in his red eyes.
"It was becoming a problem, as you can imagine. It's difficult not to be... swayed... by such open admiration."
"Exhibitionist," she chuckled, not opening her eyes. She'd slipped her hand inside her boxers now, and traced small, slow circles on her venus mound.
"You love it, dear," he remarked without missing a beat. "If anyone were to come into the showers at the wrong moment, it would have been quite a problem."
"Say it. Tell me why," she breathed, fingers slipping down. Tell me about you and him in a steamy room with your cocks so hard from eying each other.
"Patience, darling. We'd never spoken a word to one another, and I didn't even want to make eye contact. It would only have encouraged him, and I didn't want that. Things were out of control enough as it was."
Fingers slicked with her own fluids, she slid her index and middle finger around her clit.
"Anyone who walked in would have seen two college boys alone in the shower, and even if he had the sense to stop staring in such a circumstance... that we were both hard would have said enough."
She let out a sharp breath.
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