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calpico2019-05-07 11:37 pm
frontierset) wrote in calpico2019-05-07 11:37 pm
Basically, They're Married
[Angela grew up in a very restrictive family. Do this at this exact time, do this later, look down your nose at this person, and never, ever ask any questions. They weren't even rich. They were just jerks.
She's not a kid anymore, so it doesn't eat her up inside or anything, but it's still... strange. Waking up in the mornings and just being able to do whatever. Her job helps - she's tech support for some random start-up at the moment, and that mostly consists of watching some idiot from California fuck up his website for the 2nd time that week and her having to unfuck it. It's the kind of work she can do in bits and pieces over the course of the day, and it leaves her a lot of time to herself.
Or, well, it would, if she wasn't living with a reason why she doesn't talk to her folks anymore. But whatever. Pukin's the love of her life. They'd met in college, laughed about how lame this party was, gotten a little drunk, and then Pukin had... well, look, Angela had still in her 'looking down her nose' phase. She'd joked about girls experimenting in college in a judgmental way.
Joke's on her, because she gave her virginity to a girl she met three hours ago. But it worked out, so whatever.]
Mm, Pukin?
[She's sat on the couch (picked out by her), legs crossed, still only half-dressed - she's got one of her shirts on, shorts (picked out by Pukin, probably, she can't remember but they're small enough that probably, yes), but very obviously no bra. Pukin seems to have noticed, considering the way she's staring. She rolls her eyes over at her girlfriend, sticks her tongue out at her before going back to typing on her laptop, fingers clacking with practiced ease across the keys.
Living with Pukin's a dream, even if Pukin's at work half the day. It'd be easier if Angela had an office job, but considering she works from home, the place feels a little lonely. On the other hand, it means she's always there when Pukin gets back. That's nice. 'Welcome home.' She always feels a little bit like a housewife when she says that, but it's not a bad feeling.
And it means when Pukin does have days off, Angela's always around to spend it with her.
... Pukin's still staring.]
If you're going to look like a sad puppy all day, give me like, thirty minutes, okay, babe? Then I'm all yours. Did you still want to - [And then she follows the line of Pukin's eyes, huffs and readjusts her shirt, makes sure the collar isn't drooping down quite as much. She hadn't realized how worn out this shirt was.]
Okay, I think I can guess what you want to do today, and it isn't checking out that new Italian restaurant.
She's not a kid anymore, so it doesn't eat her up inside or anything, but it's still... strange. Waking up in the mornings and just being able to do whatever. Her job helps - she's tech support for some random start-up at the moment, and that mostly consists of watching some idiot from California fuck up his website for the 2nd time that week and her having to unfuck it. It's the kind of work she can do in bits and pieces over the course of the day, and it leaves her a lot of time to herself.
Or, well, it would, if she wasn't living with a reason why she doesn't talk to her folks anymore. But whatever. Pukin's the love of her life. They'd met in college, laughed about how lame this party was, gotten a little drunk, and then Pukin had... well, look, Angela had still in her 'looking down her nose' phase. She'd joked about girls experimenting in college in a judgmental way.
Joke's on her, because she gave her virginity to a girl she met three hours ago. But it worked out, so whatever.]
Mm, Pukin?
[She's sat on the couch (picked out by her), legs crossed, still only half-dressed - she's got one of her shirts on, shorts (picked out by Pukin, probably, she can't remember but they're small enough that probably, yes), but very obviously no bra. Pukin seems to have noticed, considering the way she's staring. She rolls her eyes over at her girlfriend, sticks her tongue out at her before going back to typing on her laptop, fingers clacking with practiced ease across the keys.
Living with Pukin's a dream, even if Pukin's at work half the day. It'd be easier if Angela had an office job, but considering she works from home, the place feels a little lonely. On the other hand, it means she's always there when Pukin gets back. That's nice. 'Welcome home.' She always feels a little bit like a housewife when she says that, but it's not a bad feeling.
And it means when Pukin does have days off, Angela's always around to spend it with her.
... Pukin's still staring.]
If you're going to look like a sad puppy all day, give me like, thirty minutes, okay, babe? Then I'm all yours. Did you still want to - [And then she follows the line of Pukin's eyes, huffs and readjusts her shirt, makes sure the collar isn't drooping down quite as much. She hadn't realized how worn out this shirt was.]
Okay, I think I can guess what you want to do today, and it isn't checking out that new Italian restaurant.
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Oh? You say that like it’s a bad thing, Angela. [ Pukin says, very interested in Angela’s current state of wetness, and then hooks her finger around the elastic band of those little shorts to urge them down. ] Lift up for just a second, let me get these things off of you.
[ She begins to pull them down Angela’s thighs, her legs, and then runs her hands up the tops of Angela’s thighs, feeling her soft skin all the while. ]
You should have asked sooner, baby. You know I would have given it to you.
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[She lifts up her legs as instructed, elbows flat on the bed, lifting her butt up off the bed as best she can - she's a programmer, not exactly flexible and fit - before falling back down, once they're far enough up her legs for Pukin to pull further.]
But I guess neither of us could hold out. You're the one that broke first, though. Hehe, that sexy?
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[ Her girlfriend is truly adorable, the way she plops back down on the bed once Pukin’s shimmies her shorts off of her body. ]
It’s quite hard sometimes, though. [ With Angela with her shirt pulled up over full breasts, and left only in those frilled pink panties, Pukin goes back to tend to herself. Her casual sweatpants are still only a bit a ways down her hips, and so she grabs them, and pulls herself out of them. Underneath, she’s got men’s boxers on, Pukin’s always been masculine. ] When you are, yes, that sexy.
[ Once she peels the sweatpants off her feet she goes for the boxers, and out pops her cock. She’s big, and hard, almost fully there but not quite. Either way, all of the kissing and feeling up Angela’s body had gotten her like this.
Pukin goes back in to kiss Angela again, mouth open to prod her with tongue, and she uses one hand to encourage Angela’s shirt up. ]
Arms up too, sweet. I want this off of you.
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Yeah. Because she's so thirsty for that dick, once she gets a good look at it. She halfway wants to suggest getting Pukin ready with her mouth, but while Pukin absolutely wouldn't say no, she does like the mood they have going right now. Plus she doesn't want to move. It's nice, being called sweet, having Pukin be the one stripping her.
She lifts her arms, as instructed, kisses back as her shirt's tugged up. Even with her breasts bare, they still somehow manage to bounce in response to her shirt being tugged off.]
No kidding about hard. [She lifts her leg, brushes her thigh once more across Pukin's legth - this time, it's skin on skin contact.]
I want this in me, so we're even, right? [One of her hands moves to Pukin's face, strokes her cheek - then pokes her. On the nose.]
You know, you totally ruined me for anything that wasn't stupidly huge.