Caught Behind Doors
February 5th 2012 02:24
Yvonne smiled to her boyfriend Robert. He smiled back. She seemed so nice he wanted to invite her to bed. But he didn't know what to say. Yvonne glared at her watch time and again, and she began to lose patience with the day. She was like that, a little impatient. She kind of just wanted to leave off the bat, on the spur of the moment. It made Robert a little unsteady, and it made him think that there was something wrong with him. But Yvonne was just like that. She liked to leave in order to get away, and then when she was in the mood she liked to stay. She moved on a trail of moods, and it made Robert want to get drunk.
“Mind if I have a beer?” asked Robert as he looked to Yvonne who blinked her eyes.
“I don't want you to drink within my presence;” she muttered before she pushed up a hand in an effort to ward Robert away.
“Okay then maybe I have some sars in the fridge;” muttered Robert as he looked to the door and thought it was too far to reach. “Maybe straight from the container!” he gasped before he moved.
“If you are angry then I would rather leave;” told Yvonne as she looked to the door with the empty corridor.
Yvonne heard a whistle and knew there was someone else in the corridor. She batted her eyes as she saw a figure, and then she smiled politely as big brother Forge walked inside.
“Hey there;” told Forge as he glared at Yvonne. “Did I hear a peep?” he muttered. “You having an argument?” he stated as he glared at Yvonne with eyes that were as opal as the gem.
“No!” sighed Yvonne. “I was just saying I didn't want Robert to drink;” she outlined.
“Why's he drinking?” asked Forge as he glared at Yvonne with eyes that were sparked.
Yvonne didn't want to grow attracted to the spark, however there was a pleasantness to his stare, and it made her want to blush. She liked his look. He was the kind of guy a person wanted to have a baby with one day. However she wasn't dating him. He was above her, always off with another crowd and doing things in order to live a quality life. She just liked to hang around and take it easy. It made her feel grounded.
“Anyway;” muttered Forge as he glared at Yvonne and thought she might make an interesting bed partner. “You can hang out with me, I don't drink;” he smiled.
“No I came here to visit Robert;” told Yvonne as she stared to the floor in order to shake herself of the teasing sight.
“Sure? Cause I have a stereo;” muttered Forge as he glared to Yvonne. “And a big bed;” he smiled.
Yvonne gasped as she looked up to Forge. She saw him smirk and it made her heartbeat flutter. He had given her an invitation, and she knew that if Robert were not around she would have said 'yes'.
“Hop in it'll do you good, I'll tell Robert you pissed off;” he muttered as he winked.
Yvonne felt exhilarated. She smiled as she laughed inside of her mind. It made her face blush.
“Okay;” she breathed out as she picked up her purse and then moved.
Forge smiled. He then turned his head, and he cheered.
“Hey Robert!” he hailed as Robert moodily stepped towards his room. “What you up to today?” he asked.
“Hanging out with my girlfriend;” muttered Robert in a sour tone.
“What girlfriend?” asked Forge.
“The one in my room;” told Robert.
“Where? Is she coin sized cause I don't see her;” told Forge before he turned to peer inside of Roberts room.
Robert gasped and moved to the door. There he whined.
“Oh shit! She's gone!” he muttered in a sulky tone.
“Really?” asked Forge. “Maybe she just left;” he said.
“I don't know;” said Robert as he ran a hand through his hair and then put down the drink. “I don't know;” he muttered before he picked up his heels and race out the front door.
“There;” muttered Forge as he smiled and then whistled.
Forge moved to his room. He raked his hand along the wall as he did. He wondered what he wanted to do to Yvonne. She had already said yes, and so he knew he could do whatever he liked. To her he was good eye candy, however he had a side to him which liked to punish as well as pleasure. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do.
“Surely she's off the market;” he muttered as he opened the door and saw Yvonne as she sat on a corner of the bed. “But she looks like a prostitute;” he muttered before he opened the door and moved inside.
Forge glanced at Yvonne as she smiled his way. She had a lovely face and he just wanted to smile back. However he stood in a composed manner and then yawned a little in order to guide her away from the fantasy that she was his interest and not the other way around. Yvonnes smile dropped a little, and she cleared her throat.
“Sorry I was studying until two am;” told Forge as he smiled and then leaned on one leg. “Scrapes the mind;” he added before he placed his fingers to his shirt and then began to unbutton a couple.
Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Doug, Forge and Roberts father. Doug glared to Yvonne, and immediately he narrowed his eyes. Doug then glared to Forge who hurriedly fumbled with a button, and he hissed.
“You are low;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes. “You are both low;” he added as he looked to Yvonne who bit her lip as she blushed from guilt.
“What? Robert left to go to a friends house;” told Forge. “It's only naturally I...” he began, however Doug cut in.
“Cann it! I can't stand lies!” he muttered in an aggressive tone.
“Sorry;” muttered Forge who narrowed his eyes and bent his head.
Doug looked to Yvonne and he tilted his head. He then shook his head.
“Still she's not bad eye candy;” he muttered as he rubbed Forge so he chuckled lightly.
Yvonne felt her heartbeat race. She was so glad that she had not taken off her clothes. She would have felt embarrassed. She would have felt caught.
“So why not give us a show?” muttered Doug as he leaned back in order to close the door behind him. “You've got our attention;” he said.
“Why not I leave?” asked Yvonne as she glared at the door knob.
“Just strip a little first;” muttered Forge as he smiled.
“But...” gasped Yvonne as she looked right and then left.
She could hardly believe the two were related. They seemed to different. Doug was gross and hairy, where Forge was smooth and clean shaven. She wished Doug had not caught them. She had wanted to have a good time. She began to sulk.
“Come on, it's a party;” told Forge as he took a seat and began to lean.
Yvonne sighed as she glared at Forge under her eye-lashes and reluctantly she began to take off her top. It was an easy slip which was able to be made within seconds, however it was done. She sighed and tried to look bored with what she did, however her skin trembled.
Doug smiled as Forge whistled. Yvonne glared at the two, and she batted her eye lids.
“That son of mien’s a lucky man;” told Doug as he looked to Forge and raised his eye-brows. “Isn't he?” he muttered.
“Sure;” told Forge as little shy all of a sudden. “Nice package there;” he added in an attempt to lighten the head off Doug's stare. “A nice sample;” he added as he narrowed his eyes.
“Nice sample sure is;” told Doug in a manner that made his blood turn.
Doug looked to Yvonne who smiled a little as she stared back.
“You a sample?” he asked as he glared at Yvonne.
Forge smiled a little, and then he nodded his head as Yvonne looked to him a little confused.
“Sure;” she muttered as she thought how she might be declaring her guilt over having been wanting to lay with Forge.
“Good;” muttered Doug. “Cause I could really use a pick me up;” he muttered before he undid his belt and tossed it to Forge who folded it and slapped it against his thigh in a movement which startled Yvonne.
Forge leaned on an arm and stared at Yvonne as she sulkily stared back. She sulked as her eyes began to simmer. Forge smiled and waved his hand in a gesture which told her to continue on. Yvonne shivered and then she looked to Doug. He had taken off his shirt and she had to look away. She couldn't stand the sight of him.
“Don't be like that;” told Doug as he tilted his head. “It's fun times;: he muttered before he poked at a breast cup. “So cheer up;” he muttered before he pressed in order to pull the bra cup down until her breast was revealed.
“It's just fun;” muttered Forge as he glared at Yvonne and then snickered under his breath.
Yvonne glared to Forge and wanted to whimper. However his stare brought her much thrill, she ended up falling weak as she felt her pulpy breast was tweaked. Yvonne laid back, and as she did she heard Doug laugh. It was a horrible laugh that reminded her of an old woman's cackle. However she withstood it as she felt her body heat.
“Oh my god I cant believe I am going to do this;” she muttered as she felt her underwear get pulled down. “I cant believe it;” she added as she felt her heartbeat pump.
“Mind if I have a beer?” asked Robert as he looked to Yvonne who blinked her eyes.
“I don't want you to drink within my presence;” she muttered before she pushed up a hand in an effort to ward Robert away.
“Okay then maybe I have some sars in the fridge;” muttered Robert as he looked to the door and thought it was too far to reach. “Maybe straight from the container!” he gasped before he moved.
“If you are angry then I would rather leave;” told Yvonne as she looked to the door with the empty corridor.
Yvonne heard a whistle and knew there was someone else in the corridor. She batted her eyes as she saw a figure, and then she smiled politely as big brother Forge walked inside.
“Hey there;” told Forge as he glared at Yvonne. “Did I hear a peep?” he muttered. “You having an argument?” he stated as he glared at Yvonne with eyes that were as opal as the gem.
“No!” sighed Yvonne. “I was just saying I didn't want Robert to drink;” she outlined.
“Why's he drinking?” asked Forge as he glared at Yvonne with eyes that were sparked.
Yvonne didn't want to grow attracted to the spark, however there was a pleasantness to his stare, and it made her want to blush. She liked his look. He was the kind of guy a person wanted to have a baby with one day. However she wasn't dating him. He was above her, always off with another crowd and doing things in order to live a quality life. She just liked to hang around and take it easy. It made her feel grounded.
“Anyway;” muttered Forge as he glared at Yvonne and thought she might make an interesting bed partner. “You can hang out with me, I don't drink;” he smiled.
“No I came here to visit Robert;” told Yvonne as she stared to the floor in order to shake herself of the teasing sight.
“Sure? Cause I have a stereo;” muttered Forge as he glared to Yvonne. “And a big bed;” he smiled.
Yvonne gasped as she looked up to Forge. She saw him smirk and it made her heartbeat flutter. He had given her an invitation, and she knew that if Robert were not around she would have said 'yes'.
“Hop in it'll do you good, I'll tell Robert you pissed off;” he muttered as he winked.
Yvonne felt exhilarated. She smiled as she laughed inside of her mind. It made her face blush.
“Okay;” she breathed out as she picked up her purse and then moved.
Forge smiled. He then turned his head, and he cheered.
“Hey Robert!” he hailed as Robert moodily stepped towards his room. “What you up to today?” he asked.
“Hanging out with my girlfriend;” muttered Robert in a sour tone.
“What girlfriend?” asked Forge.
“The one in my room;” told Robert.
“Where? Is she coin sized cause I don't see her;” told Forge before he turned to peer inside of Roberts room.
Robert gasped and moved to the door. There he whined.
“Oh shit! She's gone!” he muttered in a sulky tone.
“Really?” asked Forge. “Maybe she just left;” he said.
“I don't know;” said Robert as he ran a hand through his hair and then put down the drink. “I don't know;” he muttered before he picked up his heels and race out the front door.
“There;” muttered Forge as he smiled and then whistled.
Forge moved to his room. He raked his hand along the wall as he did. He wondered what he wanted to do to Yvonne. She had already said yes, and so he knew he could do whatever he liked. To her he was good eye candy, however he had a side to him which liked to punish as well as pleasure. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do.
“Surely she's off the market;” he muttered as he opened the door and saw Yvonne as she sat on a corner of the bed. “But she looks like a prostitute;” he muttered before he opened the door and moved inside.
Forge glanced at Yvonne as she smiled his way. She had a lovely face and he just wanted to smile back. However he stood in a composed manner and then yawned a little in order to guide her away from the fantasy that she was his interest and not the other way around. Yvonnes smile dropped a little, and she cleared her throat.
“Sorry I was studying until two am;” told Forge as he smiled and then leaned on one leg. “Scrapes the mind;” he added before he placed his fingers to his shirt and then began to unbutton a couple.
Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Doug, Forge and Roberts father. Doug glared to Yvonne, and immediately he narrowed his eyes. Doug then glared to Forge who hurriedly fumbled with a button, and he hissed.
“You are low;” he muttered as he narrowed his eyes. “You are both low;” he added as he looked to Yvonne who bit her lip as she blushed from guilt.
“What? Robert left to go to a friends house;” told Forge. “It's only naturally I...” he began, however Doug cut in.
“Cann it! I can't stand lies!” he muttered in an aggressive tone.
“Sorry;” muttered Forge who narrowed his eyes and bent his head.
Doug looked to Yvonne and he tilted his head. He then shook his head.
“Still she's not bad eye candy;” he muttered as he rubbed Forge so he chuckled lightly.
Yvonne felt her heartbeat race. She was so glad that she had not taken off her clothes. She would have felt embarrassed. She would have felt caught.
“So why not give us a show?” muttered Doug as he leaned back in order to close the door behind him. “You've got our attention;” he said.
“Why not I leave?” asked Yvonne as she glared at the door knob.
“Just strip a little first;” muttered Forge as he smiled.
“But...” gasped Yvonne as she looked right and then left.
She could hardly believe the two were related. They seemed to different. Doug was gross and hairy, where Forge was smooth and clean shaven. She wished Doug had not caught them. She had wanted to have a good time. She began to sulk.
“Come on, it's a party;” told Forge as he took a seat and began to lean.
Yvonne sighed as she glared at Forge under her eye-lashes and reluctantly she began to take off her top. It was an easy slip which was able to be made within seconds, however it was done. She sighed and tried to look bored with what she did, however her skin trembled.
Doug smiled as Forge whistled. Yvonne glared at the two, and she batted her eye lids.
“That son of mien’s a lucky man;” told Doug as he looked to Forge and raised his eye-brows. “Isn't he?” he muttered.
“Sure;” told Forge as little shy all of a sudden. “Nice package there;” he added in an attempt to lighten the head off Doug's stare. “A nice sample;” he added as he narrowed his eyes.
“Nice sample sure is;” told Doug in a manner that made his blood turn.
Doug looked to Yvonne who smiled a little as she stared back.
“You a sample?” he asked as he glared at Yvonne.
Forge smiled a little, and then he nodded his head as Yvonne looked to him a little confused.
“Sure;” she muttered as she thought how she might be declaring her guilt over having been wanting to lay with Forge.
“Good;” muttered Doug. “Cause I could really use a pick me up;” he muttered before he undid his belt and tossed it to Forge who folded it and slapped it against his thigh in a movement which startled Yvonne.
Forge leaned on an arm and stared at Yvonne as she sulkily stared back. She sulked as her eyes began to simmer. Forge smiled and waved his hand in a gesture which told her to continue on. Yvonne shivered and then she looked to Doug. He had taken off his shirt and she had to look away. She couldn't stand the sight of him.
“Don't be like that;” told Doug as he tilted his head. “It's fun times;: he muttered before he poked at a breast cup. “So cheer up;” he muttered before he pressed in order to pull the bra cup down until her breast was revealed.
“It's just fun;” muttered Forge as he glared at Yvonne and then snickered under his breath.
Yvonne glared to Forge and wanted to whimper. However his stare brought her much thrill, she ended up falling weak as she felt her pulpy breast was tweaked. Yvonne laid back, and as she did she heard Doug laugh. It was a horrible laugh that reminded her of an old woman's cackle. However she withstood it as she felt her body heat.
“Oh my god I cant believe I am going to do this;” she muttered as she felt her underwear get pulled down. “I cant believe it;” she added as she felt her heartbeat pump.
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