CYOA Page 80
Sep. 14th, 2013 03:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lumy12Zack is not happy with you right now. In fact, he's so not-happy that you wonder if he's putting on a show just to get on your nerves. As if that will somehow make you change your mind. You get it. Really, you do. But he doesn't even seem to be trying to understand where you're coming from. Kids!
When you're done with chores, he declines your offer to read to him from the only novel you brought on the trip -- which is fine with you. There's nothing for him to do in the dark, and you're using the light to read, so the only thing he can do is go to bed. You don't trust him not to climb out a window, so you're sitting in a beanbag chair in the room... it's rather cozy, actually. You might need to move to the floor to stay awake.
"I can't fall asleep with that light on," Zack whines.
"Pretend it's starlight," you suggest.
"No -- it needs to be daaaaark."
"Well, tough shit, because I have to guard you, and I need light. Just pull the blanket up over your face." You totally think he's just trying to get you to sit there doing nothing -- in the dark, no less -- in the hopes that you'll fall asleep yourself. It's probably what you would do if you were in his shoes.
Not that you can even concentrate on your book anyway. You're too distracted by Zack's movements: the tossing and turning, the little sighs. What a drama queen! You, of course, aren't into drama at all yourself. Nope, not you. You're sure Joel would attest to that. ...Okay, well, maybe a LITTLE into it... sometimes... but no way am I THIS bad!
"Fine, I'll turn it off," you finally relent. Off goes the light, plunging you into total darkness. "At least until you're asleep."
No answer. He changes position again.
"You're welcome," you add. The room isn't pitch-black; there's celestial light coming through the window. You roll out of your chair and go look out the window. I suppose I can't fall asleep standing up...
You think about crawling into bed with Joel... then you try not to think about it. You wonder if he was bullshitting about that knot. Is there such a thing as a knot you can't undo with one hand? Sure, two hands would be preferable, but you're pretty sure you could manage with just one if you ever had to.
It takes Zack about fifteen more minutes to fall asleep -- and to be asleep enough that you can tell he's not faking (like, to get you to lower your guard and maybe leave his room -- or go to sleep yourself?).
You're very tempted to go wake up Joel now... a bit early, but he wouldn't have to start his 'shift' just yet... No. Bad Ellie! Don't think naughty things like that.
You almost start reading your book when you get a much better idea; you can read your book any old time, but you only let yourself do this when Joel isn't around: you fetch your 'diary.' Which isn't a diary at all. It is, but you don't use it for that. Some other girl did, a million years ago. She's probably dead now. You've kept her life musings intact out of respect.
...Well, that, plus it's a good cover for what you're using it for. Ha! If someone (aka JOEL) finds it, opens it up, and sees that the dates of the entries are from before you were born, he'll realize it's not yours and lose interest. There's a ribbon attached to it that you're supposed to use to mark your place. You probably shouldn't use it (it will just lead prying eyes right to where you don't want them to be) but the more time that goes by without your secret being discovered, the more careless you've become about that.
You haven't written in the thing for a couple weeks so you reread the last page to get yourself back into the story. It's a love story -- for who else but you and Joel, of course! And now I'm getting to the juicy stuff!
Yep -- you and Joel are about to have sex for the first time. Too bad it's only on paper. You tap your pencil absently as you think of how you want the scene to go. ...Yeah, that would be good... you put pencil to paper and the words start to flow:
"It was a night like any other night that Joel and I spend at home together. It's not like I thought TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT or anything like that. We watched a movie [what movie? fill in blank later ________________] cuddling the whole time and Joel didn't even get bored and start nibbling on my ear like he sometimes does (Not gonna lie, sometimes I pick out sappy romance ones that I know he won't like ON PURPOSE). We talked about stuff that happened in the movie. We kissed and stuff too. All normal things.
Like 99% of the time Joel is the one who puts a stop to that and says we ought to go to bed. We go to bed where the kissing and stuff resumes but only for a little bit because Joel never wants to get too excited. But tonight? Something's different.
He keeps kissing me. Nice deep kisses, lots of tongue action. He pulls me fully into his lap and I feel the bulge in his jeans. He's going to stop this pretty soon, I think to myself. But I will enjoy it for now! His hands roam up my shirt (I'm only wearing a night shirt, no jeans) (but I'm wearing underwear, of course!) and I get all shivery from his touch, especially when he plays with my boobs. I feel my nipples stiffen under his sexy fingers. I moan a little.
And he moans too. He fucking moans! Joel NEVER moans. "I want you so bad right now," he says to me.
"You can have me!" I reply.
"No it's wrong," he says.
"No it's not! I love you, Joel," I remind him. I kiss him hard. "Fuck me. I want you to!"
"I know you do but that don't make it right," he says. He's teasing me now. Tracing the edges of my underwear. "But."
"But what?" I ask. I'm twitching under his fingertips. My body's like BEGGING him to touch me more.
"I don't know how much longer I can resist you," he says.
"Really?" That's good to know! I pull my night shirt up over my head and toss it on the floor. "And why is that?" I try to sound innocent but I'm NOT innocent and Joel knows it now, finally!!!
"Because you're fucking sexy as hell," Joel says and he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
"Fuck, Joel. That feels good. I want to feel your dick
You pause here and stifle a giggle. You can't imagine saying that to Joel in real life. The 'feels good' part, sure, but you would laugh at the 'feel your dick inside me' (and the scribbled out version? Forget it!). Joel probably would, too. Except... when you think about it... it's not funny, is it? It's... erotic. Your face is flaming-hot, even though you're the only one reading -- writing! -- these words.
"I want that too," he says when he's done sucking.
"So what are we waiting for?" I ask. I get off him and take my underwear off.
"I forget," he replies. Joel stares at my naked body with lust spilling out of his eyes. "You're so beautiful. And very sexy. When I look at you now I see a woman not a little girl. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met in my whole life."
I smile and climb back on his lap and start undoing his pants. "And you're the sexiest man in the world!" I tell him.
You pause again. You and Joel don't really say cheesy shit like that to each other. At least, not in so many words. But, what the hell -- it's your fucking story, you can write whatever you want. -Oh and the real Joel would never forget, either (unfortunately!). Nor would he let you do what fictional-you is about to do next...
I pull Joel's pants off with a little help from Joel, and his dick is like screaming to be let out of his boxers. I slide down to the floor and pull his boxers down with me. I put my mouth on his big hard cock and start sucking on it but he stops me right away. "No Ellie don't," he says.
"Why not?" I ask. I'm confused. I pout a little. "I know you like it."
"I love it. You always give me the most amazing blowjobs ever," he says.
"Then why can't I do it now?" I ask.
"Because I don't want to cum in your mouth this time. I want to cum
You stifle another giggle. You've never heard Joel say 'pussy', whether it be in reference to girly bits or its other meanings. It may not even be in his vocabulary. Honestly, you wonder sometimes if Joel is the innocent one and you are the filthy perv. Sure seems like it! So, why not make fictional-Joel a bit more... well... uninhibited, as they say? (See, Joel? I'm NOT innocent -- I know about all this shit) Fictional-Joel doesn't treat you like a kid... and doesn't shy away from vulgar words in your presence. You're grinning like a fool as you continue writing:
"What!!! You do?" I ask. I can't believe my ears.
"We've waited long enough. Don't you think?" he asks.
"Yes!" I reply. I climb back up on his lap and rub my wet pussy on his dick. I don't know the exact right spot where it's supposed to go because I have never done this before. But I think Joel can help with that part.
He kisses me with a passion like never before. Because now he doesn't have to hold anything back. "Because it's your first time we have to fuck on the bed," he says.
"I don't care where we do it as long as we do it!" I tell him. I'm so happy right now!
He picks me up and carries me into his bedroom and dumps me on the bed. He kind of hovers there over me looking in my eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.
Does he really think I'm not!
"Of course I'm sure!" I say, proving it with deep kisses. "I've never wanted anything more! Fuck me, Joel!"
So then he finally slides his huge cock into my pussy, filling me up all the way and OH MY GOD it feels incredible! Like I can't even describe how good it feels.
You smirk at the paper. Of course you can't describe it -- you have no idea! You just know that sex is allegedly amazing; therefore, it must feel amazing. Joel won't even put his finger inside you... which wasn't even something you thought about as a possibility until he almost did (and then he made a big deal out of it, like it's crossing some kind of line that you've never drawn -- that only Joel can see). Note to self: experiment with your own fingers and then come back and revise this part of the story. ...and no, you're not writing that down!
"Wow! Oh Joel. Fuck me harder," I gasp at him.
Joel likes it when I boss him around. He pretends he doesn't but he does. "Whatever you want baby girl," he says. He fucks me so hard I think my brains might explode right out of my skull! My whole body feels like it's on fire (like in a good way) and I never ever want it to stop. This is way better than touching myself! Or even Joel touching me.
Joel moans even louder than I do. So I know it feels better than other stuff for him too because he's usually pretty quiet. After like maybe one hour of this he says,"Fuck Ellie you feel amazing! I'm going to fuck you all night long. Over and over."
"Good!" I reply. "I think I came twice already. But it's hard to tell because it's sooooo--" And then all I can do is moan as more pleasure rushes through me. When I recover a little I say "Can I be on top next?"
"OK," he says and he rolls us over so that I'm sitting on his cock. I bounce up and down on it, and Joel watches lustfully (because my boobs bounce up and down too). He touches my clit and I scream in pleasure because it's just so much to feel all at once!
We do that for another hour and then Joel finally cums for the last time and fills me up with his man juice. I feel it gushing up inside me and even though I've already had ten orgasms already I have one more after feeling that!
I smile at Joel and he smiles back at me. We have forged a bond that can never be broken now. Our bodies united as one. "Ellie I love you so much," he says. "That was fucking fantastic. I've never felt so close to anyone ever. You're an amazing woman."
"I love you too," I say. "Thank you for finally letting me show you how much."
He looks at me and I've never seen so much love shining out of his eyes before. "We should have done that a long time ago," he says.
"Hell yes we should have. So can we do it again?" I ask hopefully.
"Haha. I need to rest a little first. Don't you?" he asks.
"No I'm ready to go!" I say. I had more orgasms than he did, but I am not even tired. Now that my pussy has had Joel's dick inside of it, I can't get enough! I look at Joel and I can tell that he feels the same way. From now on we're going to fuck every chance we get.
"OK well give me 5 minutes. Maybe less if you blow me," he smirks.
You decide this is a good point to stop and look back at what you've written... you feel like it's missing something, but you can't figure out what it is. Maybe I just need to add more... like in general? It's my first time, so... well, you don't want to write about all the gory details (like bleeding, cuz that's too gross). You start adding lines here and there... more conversation between you and Joel -- because if you're having sex for two hours, you're going to be talking some of the time, right?
That's better, you think happily once you've gone through it all again and fattened it up. You're pondering whether fictional-you should give fictional-Joel a blow job, as well as what to do differently for round two to distinguish it from round one, when you think you might hear something, very faintly... yeah... it's outside... the horses?
The story will have to wait. You tiptoe out of Zack's room and find a window in the bedroom at the end of the hall that overlooks the back yard. The horses are quiet, standing together, practically nose-to-nose. Maybe they were just... talking to each other?
But then you hear something that just might be the back door squeaking. Was I supposed to lock that? You don't think so; Joel would have told you to, if it worked. And you remember the door being in sad shape -- yes, that's right, it's a window door, and the window is busted, so even if you did lock it, it wouldn't stop someone from reaching in and unlocking it.
So... did someone come inside? Who the fuck would even be out here in the middle of the night? Maybe you're being a bit paranoid, and it's just one of those sounds that houses make for no reason (Joel may say there's always a reason, but if he can't even explain it...).
You wondered if you were paranoid when you felt like someone was following you earlier, and you were right about that. Maybe you're developing a Joel-type gut sense about things.
You decide you need to go check it out, because you'll be damned if you let someone rob you when you're not even fucking sleeping. Should you get Joel first? If there's any kind of commotion at all, he'll definitely wake up anyway -- and you'd feel really stupid if it turns out to be nothing.
If you investigate the noise, turn to page 140.
If you report it to Joel first, turn to page 145.
If you go masturbate because you got yourself all excited writing your lovely story,
Carlos
Date: 2021-03-09 01:17 pm (UTC)Thanks, Ellie you're really good in fanfiction... especially in the sex part... :D
RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-03-09 02:00 pm (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-03-10 11:43 am (UTC)