CYOA Page 244
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lumy12Fuck this -- you don't know how many times the guy has already come inside a pussy that doesn't belong to his wife, but you're going to make sure it's one less time.
For a moment you think the door's locked -- but it's just a little stuck. It gives when you push on it. The woman yelps when she sees you. You burst in with an angry cry of "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
The man snaps his head toward you--
It's not Danny!
You're mortified. "Uh... sorry," you sputter, your face so hot that flames will probably shoot out all of your orifices any second now. "I thought you... well, you should lock the door, you know. There's little kids running around here." Lame delivery, but it COULD be legit? You look at your shoes; you could definitely get a good view now, but you're not bold enough to just... watch them as they scramble to pull their pants up.
"The kids aren't allowed on this floor," the guy grumbles. "And the lock is busted. Ever hear of knocking?"
You decide the truth is actually less embarrassing than your cover-up. "Okay, to be honest, I thought you were someone else. A married guy I know. Your tattoo..." You risk a glance and see that it's 'safe' to look at him now. The tattoo isn't even a snake like Danny's, you can see now. It's some kind of vine-y design. "...is not even the same one. God, I'm such an idiot. Sorry. I'll just... you guys can carry on... you're kind of young to have a tattoo," you can't help observing. He's definitely younger than Danny, who was only like 18 or 19 during the outbreak...
"I got this last year. I know a guy in Nampa. I should probably..."
"Me too," the woman chimes in. Not that it matters, but you would guess she's a good ten or fifteen years older than the guy. You wonder if one of them is cheating on someone, and that's why they're sneaking around on this floor... or if it truly is one place they don't expect to possibly get interrupted by kids (still... do they honestly not realize that kids don't always follow rules?!). They're about to leave, but you should be the one leaving.
"No, stay," you urge them. "You can... uh... you know. I shouldn't even be here. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," the guy says graciously, smirking a little. "How far down the hall could you hear her? I've told her--"
"Xander!" she scolds him playfully with a swat of his arm -- just like you do to Joel sometimes!
"Um... yeah, you might wanna tone it down a little," you say sheepishly. "So... bye!" You abruptly turn and exit the room, closing the door behind you. You hurry back to Elaine's room, where you're sure you're gonna get it from Joel.
...Except you don't even make it there; you run into him in the stairwell! (You didn't bother going allllllllll the way across the floor this time.) He's already on the third floor, though. You look up at him. "Before you say anything -- I know," you head him off before he can work himself up into a lecture.
He waits expectantly by the door for you to climb to his level. Arms crossed over his chest, frowning. "What do you know?"
"I wasn't supposed to leave. I was supposed to wait for you. But, Joel -- I thought I saw Danny! And you won't believe--"
"I saw Danny. In the cafeteria."
"Did he say why he's still here? Is he cheating on his wife?"
Joel gives you an odd look. "No, what makes you say that?"
"Nothing. So why? Did he say?"
"Well, for his mother, of course, but he's also been tryin' to help them with some plumbin' issues. Similar to somethin' that happened in Jackson a couple years ago that he had some ideas about. Leaks an' shit. Big job. He felt real bad that we came all this way to check on him." He turns to open the door, but you grab his arm.
"Noooo let's stay in here! We're alone in here!" You press up against him, grinning. I need to make him not-mad at me!
But Joel doesn't seem to care. "What did I say about doin' that here?"
"You said no, but--"
"No 'but's. Our voices echo too much in here. We should--"
"Okay, just for a minute! And I like the echo thing. It's cool." You lean into him, because he hasn't actually pushed you away yet. "So, I thought I saw Danny in one of the rooms, and you know what he was doing? You'll never guess--" (mostly because you're not patient enough to let him?) "He -- well, the guy I thought was him -- was fucking this woman -- on the counter! Like he was standing up and she was sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around--"
"Right out in the open? Where anyone could walk by an' see 'em?" Joel asks skeptically.
"Well, not exactly..." You giggle. "I heard them -- heard her. Like, moaning and stuff. The room was far away from the others and the door was shut."
"So, you saw them... how?"
"The doors all have windows in them."
He snorts. "So you looked. Of course you did."
"Yeah... the guy was like, this... and she was like..." You try to pose the two of you to illustrate it for Joel, but... "okay, so it's too hard to show you without an actual counter."
"You've said enough. I get the picture."
You giggle again. "So have you ever fucked someone like that?"
He just gives you a look. "Ellie--"
"I know I know -- sorry." You actually don't even want to hear about what he's done with other women; you want him to only be thinking about you. "How about: are you gonna fuck me like that someday? Like on our kitchen counter?"
"Sure. Before every meal, we'll do it on the counter."
He sounds so serious, it cracks you up! "Ewwww -- so my ass will be on the counter, and then we're gonna cook food on there? And if you pull out--" --as he's told you he'd have to-- "--then... that might get on there... we should make it the bathroom counter. If there's even room. It's so small in there."
He wraps his arms around you, finally... and slides his hands down to your ass. "There's room. The height prob'ly works better than the kitchen, too... Don' know how comfy it'll be for you, but if you want to, we can try it."
"Yes! First thing when we get home?" you tease.
He smirks. "Nice try. We can try it in two years."
"No! It's only-- fuck, how long is it, let me think..."
"You actually lost track?" he marvels, amused.
"I haven't thought about it lately. I mean... about how long. Not about... it itself." You think about sex with Joel all the time! "It's one year... seven months... and like eight or nine days."
"Still rounds up to two years."
"But soon it won't! It'll round down to one!"
He gives you a quick kiss, then gently pushes you back and turns again to open the door. "I'll be lucky if you're still interested that far from now. Now let's--"
"Don't say things like that," you pout. "Of course I'll be interested -- if I haven't died from having to wait sooooooooooo long!"
He chuckles. "You won't die. No one's ever died from that."
"That you know of," you point out.
"That I know of," he concedes. "Come on."
You finally follow him into the corridor and head back toward Elaine's room, where Joel has apparently left something yummy for you, as predicted! He's so sweet... you don't have to have sex to feel loved. You've never been so loved before. You are one lucky bitch!
And you've accomplished your mission: you've found Danny -- and he's safe and sound and not a scumbag. Life is good!
If you'd like to start another adventure, return to page 1.
Carlos
Date: 2021-04-11 06:24 am (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-04-11 04:48 pm (UTC)