Chapter 20 – Old Gems, the unexpected kind

It was surprisingly easy to find the room. A couple of doors checked and there it was. A single window, almost completely covered by a large, black curtain diminished the sun to a dim twilight. Two of the small room’s walls were covered with large shelves, rows upon rows of video games on them. The third wall, right from the entrance, had a TV embedded into a third shelf. That one was filled with consoles and cables instead. A desk in the corner had a modern gaming station, with a PC that was as much LED as metal, and two monitors.

The wooden floorboards creaked as John stepped inside. There were two chairs in the room, one by the desk and another by the shelves. The seat of choice, however, was the sofa in front of the TV. A dark red one, with a retractable bed folded into its leg space. It would probably fill half the room if it was drawn out.

John was a little jealous, he wished he had a gaming room that was this cosy. His gaming chair and moderately powerful rig suddenly felt entirely inadequate.

John turned to the collection of games and wandered along. He didn’t own a lot of physical games himself, so seeing a Steam library in real life like this was pretty cool. There were popular titles like God of War, World of Warcraft, Ori and the Blind forest, mixed with a lot of indie games that John had never heard of. They were neatly organized by genre and then alphabetical order. John continued through the titles with glee. For digital only titles, Rave’s dad had put USB-Sticks into packets with self-printed covers.

‘Maybe I can play a round of something? I hear girls take long showers…’ John had no idea how reliable that info was, considering it was purely from the series he watched on the side while gaming. ‘Even if she takes a while, Civ 5 would be overkill… huh?’ He noticed a part of the shelf that was covered with a black glass panel. Two metal rings indicated that this part was supposed to be locked. ‘There’s no way right?’ He pulled it open.

It was exactly what he thought but didn’t expect. Five rows of porn looked him square in the face. It started with some Japanese Visual Novel games and ended with softcore BDSM videos. John recognized some of the titles of the latter category. Despite his better judgement he pulled out one of the ‘normal’ porn videos. ‘Busty Ball Busting Bitches 5’ said the title. Of course every B and even the round part of the 5 had nipples protruding from them. Cheesy porn cover design 101.

 “Big tits, huh?”

“Jesus!” John jumped, tossing the DVD into the air. Rave caught it effortlessly. “I swear I just picked a random one!” he promised in a hurry.

Only then did he realize that Rave was covered in nothing but a towel. Her hair was still wet from the shower, yet many of the strands of her nonsensically wild hair were already sticking out again. Another hint that, whatever was going on with it, was not natural. No hair looked this enticingly messy on its own.

Single drops of water dripped from the tips of her hair. They pearled down her neck and then soaked into the white towel. It was wrapped tightly around her curves, like a dress with a miniskirt, reminding John all over again that she had hips and legs for days. If he tilted just a little, he probably could have caught a peek of her pussy. ‘Does she have pink hair down there too?’ he wondered. His spine gradually curved sideways.

Rave spun the DVD case on the index finger of one hand and grabbed his chin with the other. “Ey, Gamer, what’re you doing?”

Great question, what was he doing? He went red when he realized he had actually been trying to get that peek. “What am I doing? W-what are you doing?” he returned the question, eyeing her barely clad form up and down. “What is your dad doing? Who leaves their daughter with a collection of porn?”

 “Ya don’t seem to be unhappy about it.” Rave smirked and nodded towards his pants. His head was still fixed by her grip, but he didn’t need to look to feel his throbbing erection.

“Well, no I am… not, but that doesn’t answer my questions.” ‘Come on, you can’t show up like this and… just tease me!’ he complained in his mind. Was he that much fun to tease?

“He showed me the stuff when I turned eighteen. Said I have the internet might as well know what we have in the house in case the router shuts down or something.” The DVD case was still spinning on her index finger. “Now, did ya just try to peek at my lady bits, bad boy?” Rave said in a low, amused tone. There was the tapping of her foot again. A steady, impatient rhythm.

“Y-yeah.” John admitted and Rave let go of his chin.

With swinging hips she walked over to the TV and took the DVD out of its case. Slowly, teasingly, she bent at the hips. The towel rode up, showing John bit for bit of smooth thigh. He gulped, breathing heavily just from the tantalizing journey of the wet cloth. With a knowing smirk, she bent a little bit further. The towel slipped over the curve of her perfect ass and showed him everything. The pretty pink lips of her pussy were still moist from the shower. Trimmed hair of an even brighter pink decorated the top of it. Otherwise, she was smooth.

John had just started to enjoy the sight, when she suddenly straightened up again. Distantly, he noted the sound of a CD drive closing. “Dad’s coming in an hour, so we might as well watch the movie.”

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“You want to watch… porn… with me?” John stated, slowly.

“Yep, now get on the sofa, Gamer.” Rave took two steps back, dropped down on the sofa and pat the seat right next to her. Without any more questions and praying to Lady Luck he plopped down right next to her.

He wasn’t even listening to the corny porn dialogue. How could he? He was way too busy NOT blatantly staring at Rave. Instead he threw glances at her - constantly. Her legs crossed, Rave rested her head on her palm, watching with boredom. “So, you like those kinds of women?” She asked and gestured at the screen.

John actually looked at the blonde that was getting pounded for the first time. The actress was the typical pornstar. Big, certainly fake, tits, long hair, juicy ass, bordering on oversized, and a face covered in make-up resulting in a very plastic beauty. She was fit enough to look good, but not any fitter. The current scene depicted her slobbering over a big dick while throwing empty dirty talk around whenever she got a chance to breathe. “You like that?” “Nice dick.” “Oh yeah.” All of that, delivered with the minimum of passion.

“Well, I… like to watch them fuck.” John answered honestly. He felt like he was treading on thin ice all of a sudden. The blonde on the screen stood up and bent over a chair, rubbing her pussy as she pleaded for the man to penetrate her. A sharp, overplayed moan when he did.

“She does have a nice butt.” Rave admitted.

“Not as nice as yours!” John blurted out.

Rave giggled, “Oh, want to see it again?” He nodded strongly. “Well, tough luck I don’t feel like it anymore.” Rave teasingly pulled at the towel. For a moment he dared hope he was going to see her boobs but then her hand lowered again.

‘This is torture.’ John thought, his underpants were probably soaked in pre-cum by now, ‘The best kind of torture but still torture.’

Rave opened her legs wide and stretched. She wiggled with her toes, the smooth skin of her legs reflecting the changing lights of the penetration scene in front of them. He gulped, she sighed. “Ya are, like, ultra-dense, ya know?” she asked. “Here I am, sitting naked, teasing the life out of you and yet you aren’t meeting me halfway.” John’s head was spinning, what the hell did she mean by that now? Should he ask? Could he ask? Why him? What had he done to deserve this?

Rave looked at him. Her fingers drummed on the couch. The pink light in her eyes danced. Her lips slightly parted, letting a sigh out slowly. These glossy lips, he remembered how they had wrapped around his dick. He wondered how it would feel to… ‘Can I?’ he asked himself, while he was already leaning towards her. She did not stop even when their lips met.

Clumsily his lips pressed on Rave’s. It startled him for a moment when she pressed back passionately. Her tongue darted forwards. In kind, he responded, trying his best not to embarrass himself during his first kiss. She tasted sweet and fresh, like peppermint flavoured bubble-gum.

The doubts went quiet. Only desire for her filled his mind. Her taste, her smell, a hint of rosewater, it was just too much to think about. He wanted more. To press her into the soft leather cushions under them. The leather creaked, when he was toppled over instead. “I liked that,” she whispered into his ear. Then she sat up.

John looked at her, open-mouthed. Straddled over his crotch, wet and in the towel, she was a picture for the gods. Instead, she was there just for him and that made him feel… confused all over again. “Why?” he finally croaked out the question. “Why me?”

Rave’s hand stopped halfway up to where the towel was tugged into itself. She tilted her head, quizzically. First, she seemed to look at him, wondering why he would ruin the mood with that question. He wondered that himself. If his dick had a voice, it would have been throwing a lengthy litany of curses at him right now. Second, she averted her gaze and actually thought about it.

“I dunno,” she responded flippantly. “You’re here and I want it, I guess.”

The answer was unsatisfying. It was so little. It almost made him doubt her, but Observe had told him enough for that to match what it had said. He was just conveniently there and interesting, while she was needy. ‘She doesn’t have a lot of friends either, does she?’ John realized. There was no way he would be the number one choice for a babe like her. She could’ve had anyone off the street.

Before he could ask more questions, she tugged at the towel. It glided off her with a whisper. Her naked body was a view that he would burn into his memory forever. Her clean, smooth, evenly coloured skin, just a tad tanned. Her breasts were small and firm, two little mounds with erect, pink nipples at the top. The flat and athletic stomach in all of its wonders, from the inwards curves of her side to the subtle shifting of her muscles. Her hips, hovering above his crotch, in all of their width. She was the embodiment of an attractive, nubile woman. She ran one of her hands down her thigh, showing the firm yield it had to offer. Between her legs, her gorgeous pussy was swollen and the only part of her body still glistening with fresh wetness.

If John had been capable of taking screenshots in real life, he would have done so at that moment.

Rave licked her lips and slowly crawled forwards. He had thought this would be another blowjob or something more. When she stopped with her lower pair of lips above his face, he knew what was actually happening. Strangely, it made him feel relieved. For him to repay her for yesterday just felt fair and fairness was easier than confusion.

 “Whaddya think?” She purred in a seductive tone.

“You… You are beautiful.” He whispered.

“Do I look better than that plastic bitch in the movie?”

“How could she even compete…?”

“Even if I don’t have giant tits?”

“Well, hers are… too big and fake… yours could be a tad bigger but… I don’t mind. The b-best boobs are the boobs I get to touch.” He had no idea why he blurted all of that out so openly. The only thing that introduced any hesitance was his stammer. Any mistake he thought he made, Rave dismissed with a giggle.

 “Well, maybe I’ll grow a little more. Who knows?” She said with a smile. “Now ya got two choices, we either keep talking, with you having the greatest view of your life. Oooorrr,” she circled her delicious looking cunt right in front of his face, “ya can try to answer those questions of yours with ‘because ya make me cum like crazy with that tongue’, how would ya like to prove you—Aaah!”

A laughing, surprised moan filled the room, when John grabbed her ass and dragged his tongue through her slit. She tasted down there just like the kiss had. Up and down, through her outer folds, committing every bit of the heat and the unique sensation of her swollen womanhood to memory. He wanted more of it. More of her taste, more of that heat, more of her twitching folds and more of her moans. His tongue pushed deeper into her. Fluids cascaded into his mouth. She sighed in delight and he shivered. Her voice was pure music to his ears.

A hand brushed through his hair, intensifying the tingles. “Oh, oh yes.” She gasped. “You’re way better at this than kissing, tiger.” A criticism and a compliment. He would fix the former and for now focused on the latter. All those hours of porn had to pay off with something. Enthusiasm rose with her cries. He pulled back a bit, to give her clit a bit of dedicated attention. The tip of his tongue drew narrow circles around it.

‘I need to be even better!’ he told himself. ‘I want these cries to be all mine. She wants me to make her cum like crazy with my tongue? Then I’ll give her that and more.’ The wish created a reaction. A window popped up.

In a moment, all that second-hand knowledge he got from watching became actual experience. Muscle memory, acquired in an instant, letting him realize what he did wrong and what he was doing right.

“What… the… Ah!?” Rave’s moans reached a new, higher pitch. Occasionally, it collapsed all the way down to a low groan. Both were wonderful to listen to. All of those overplayed sounds from porn, he was finally getting to hear them himself. He never wanted to go back. “Oh, Gaia, yes, right there tiger,” she crooned and tilted her head back.

Two hands were running through his hair now, pressing him tightly into her cunt. Softly curved, his tongue slid back and forth inside her, repeatedly prodding a particularly sensitive spot he had found. Constant quivers enveloped his tongue. The soft wet walls of her quim leaked slippery juices. The lower half of his face was drenched.

The quivers got more intense by the second. They travelled up her rolling midriff. She was gyrating, grinding against his lips. “Don’t stop, do not stop,” she gasped.

John did stop.

Rave’s fluttering eyelids opened wide and she shot him a disapproving glance. For some reason, he did not feel intimidated or even uncertain. He stared back. For a few seconds, they were frozen like this. “Come ooooon,” she pleaded. It was so nice to tease her back for a change. Then, ever so slowly, John got back to stirring up her insides with his tongue.

Biting her lower lip, Rave hummed playfully. The gyrating returned as he accelerated. Her slender, bottom-heavy form was in constant motion. She was basically belly dancing on his face and he got to look up that rolling midriff all the way to her petite, firm breasts. Louder, much louder than before, she moaned. Some were clean, simple notes, others bordered on grunts, pushed through clenched teeth.

It all led to a long scream. The folds of her vagina clamped down around his tongue. The spasm rippled outwards. Tightening the glorious roundness his fingers had sunk into. Her spine curved, her chest deflated, while the air was pushed from her lungs. Eyes clenched shut, her whole body tensed. Little jumps made her quiver periodically. The fingers in his hair clawed at his scalp.

A few seconds into her orgasm, he completely stopped moving. He just watched, deeply satisfied, at the first orgasm he had caused. When she resumed breathing, every taxed inhale and exhale was because of him. When she slumped forwards and smiled at him, the satisfaction on her face existed because of him. When a little aftershock made her squishy thighs press into the sides of his head, he had earned that.

“Wuh, buddy, pal,” she purred. “Ya definitely gave me an answer to the ‘why’.” She shot a glance over to the video. The porn was still playing. “Ain’t that an idea,” she hummed.

John hated to take his eyes off her, but he wanted to know what she was talking about. On the screen, the actors both had their faces practically glued to the other’s crotch. He looked back to Rave, who was already in the motion of turning around.

One second he was robbed of the warmth of her pussy, the next it dominated his entire face. That perfect bubble butt covered his entire field of view. He groaned appreciatively from that alone. “Ya so deserve this,” the pink-haired woman said and unzipped his pants. She pushed his legwear halfway down his thighs.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. Barely, he managed to keep licking her pussy, while awaiting what she would do to him. “Didn’t notice that before, but ya got that perfectly upright dick, huh?” she asked with a chuckle, tilting his erection towards her lips.

John’s tongue was too busy to form an answer and when she licked down from the head, he was only capable of groaning anyway. He could feel the little nub of her tongue piercing glide down his length. The tiny sphere of metal was just as slippery as the rest of her hot tongue. She went all the way down to his balls. She stopped just shy of them.

“Ya shave, that’s nice – but ya should get rid of these.” She gently pulled at one of the hairs on his sack. “Looks way out of order.” He made a mental note of looking into ways to fix that. For the first time in his life a woman was telling him directly what she didn’t like and he would listen closely.

Rave’s other hand wrapped around his dick and slowly went up and down. He was already so close, he would have wished she just started sucking him off already. Unfortunately, she was feeling chatty. “Tell me, tiger,” she hummed, his brain completely taken by the up and down of her hand. “How often did ya masturbate to me since yesterday?”

John felt the shame creeping back into his face. He would have rather kept eating her out than answer that question. That delicious quim, however, was pulled out of reach of his tongue. “Why do you ask?” he wanted to know.

“Just cu-“ she licked the tip of his dick. “-ri-“ she kissed the side of the shaft. “ous.” Then she finally wrapped her lips around his member.

The heaven of pleasure visited him once again. As she glided down his shaft, the words just flowed from his lips, “Three times yesterday, two times today!”

Rave’s surprised hum reverberated in his cock. For just a moment she let go again. “Ya can cum a lot, huh?” she noted, then went right back. She did the same as yesterday, slowly easing herself down his shaft. How often would she have to practice until she could take him all the way down the moment he wanted her to? Would this relationship last until she had that many opportunities?

John would certainly try.

Her upper lips hit the base of his cock and her lower lips sunk back down. John eagerly grabbed her ass again. The changed angle was a whole different experience. Bent over like this, twitching, her ass was round, firmer, and covering all of his face. ‘God, she’s perfect,’ he thought.

Moans vibrated her throat. He was putting it all into the deep pushes of his tongue. He found the same sensitive spots he had used minutes ago and discovered entirely different ones. Wiggling, thrusting, and licking her pussy in proper worship, he coaxed a cascade of sweet love juices and groans out of her. The bobs of her head became a bit sluggish in response to her pleasure. They never stopped, though, and he was already so close…

He pushed his mouth as deeply into her cunt as he could and tongue-fucked her at the highest pace he could muster. Rave’s voice turned up to a muffled, gleeful shout. She accelerated herself. A reward, doubtlessly, and yet counter to what he wanted to achieve. Just barely, he held on. Her ass quaked under his clawing fingers and then they both went completely still.

Pussy juice gushed into his mouth, just as cum spurted from his shaft. The sensation he had desperately craved since yesterday, he was rewarded with it all over again and then some. To be enveloped by ass and thighs while pumping spurt after spurt of cum into a gorgeous girl’s mouth was unparalleled.

His orgasm ended long before hers. John didn’t mind. He got to view her spasm from the aftershocks for almost fifteen seconds and that was almost as satisfying as cumming in and of itself.

And just when he thought the evening had peaked, Rave got off him. She knelt down by the side of the couch and opened her mouth, presenting the thick white load she had gathered. Ever since the Masturbation Skill had started refilling his balls, no load he had shot had been anything short of porn worthy in its volume and quality. She closed her mouth, then gulped it down.

“That show was for the second orgasm, tiger,” Rave said and stood up straight. “And I’ll forgive ya for not warning me again. That was great!” Hips swinging, she walked over to the window.

“I can… I can only agree.” John said and watched as the naked Asian bombshell let in some fresh air. One window in real life was open and he suddenly realized that another one of his system’s was hovering in front of him.

That was new.