06-04-2019, 06:20 PM
So Night Follows Day Pt. 07
"Suki, honey, weren't you right there with me?
I seem to remember chasing you from tree to tree.
Those prehistoric nights
are coming back to me.
We must've been the first
to go down in history!
Where were you when the monkey hit the fan?
Thrill my gorilla. (Thrill my gorilla!)
Where were you when monkey turned to man?
Thrill my gorilla!"
-Alice Cooper, "Thrill My Gorilla "
She was no longer Julie Equals. He was no longer her husband and best friend for life, Troy Equals.
Those were the two people who'd entered their bedroom, undressed, and crawled to snuggle into the position he'd held her in since her earliest childhood bad dreams. The way they slept most nights since they'd first become one in the last way that they hadn't always been; him wrapping his arms around her, Julie snuggling into his embrace. The 'Had the Pool Dream' variant of the position was called for, so the embrace was extra-tight, and her face was buried in his shoulder.
He was no longer the man who'd whispered into her ear a litany of all that she was to him and would be forever, punctuating each with a tiny kiss on the top of her head. She was no longer the woman who had replied with her version with a similar kiss on his chest. That he was her Master just as she was his Mistress, that he was as much Her Boy as she was His Girl, her Math Boy as much as his Sunflower, Boy/Girl Next Door, Boy/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife, best friend, true love, partner-in-everything, the other half of each's soul, a tiny play-argument over who was whose Better Half and who loved the other more before agreeing on 'My Equal;' with him tracing gentle spirals behind her earlobe, and her sighs deepening as each response became more distant.
The path to becoming what they were now began when he instructed her to Go Deeper and Relax. It led to him laying her unresisting form on her back, telling her how happy she had always made him before they were lovers, and ever since. How thrilled and how fucking hard she made him every time he explored her body and learned another of those last intimate details that they'd both spent far too long denying their desire to know about each other.
How he delighted in each new way he discovered that his best friend enjoyed being held, or touched, or kissed, or caressed, or licked, or fondled as he demonstrated those he'd already learned, taking her deeper. Each new secret shared with the person they both thought knew them completely taking them back to the morning after their first time, when they talked over this new aspect to their relationship, and she spelled things out for his over-analytical mind.
Her sighs became mewling as she dreamily confessed about moments throughout their lives when her best friend had innocently done something that made her wet enough to consider jumping him on the spot. She fell deeper as she admitted to how much more intense the sex became when she'd been with other men and Troy had entered her fantasies. How, when they shared an apartment and Troy would walk in on her with another guy and they casually said hello as he went to another room, it always made her cum harder when she thought "What if Troy joined us?"
If she walked in on Troy with a hot girl, she'd suppress the urge to ask them and either whoever she'd brought home would be getting the fuck of their lives that night; or if she was alone and drunk or high, how she wouldn't even make it to the bed; just close her bedroom door, lean against it, and finger her dripping cunt as she tried to convince herself that she was listening to the girl getting so seriously fucked through the wall, rather than the one fucking her so well. She'd then finish the journey to the bed, trying to give Helena a booty call with one hand as she worked the toy that would later be named Troy 2 in and out of herself with the other. Some nights, after Troy fell asleep, if Julie encountered the other girl out in the living room, she'd Do What They Do and convince her to come spend some time in her room.
And if the other girl WAS Helena? If she and Troy had been having one of their "I'm horny and need someone right now, and our breakup has turned out to be entirely technical, so, if you've got a moment..." nights? If her semi-secret girlfriend was the one riding the cock that she and Troy had always been either of them making the slightest move away from discovering was Her Perfect One? The one that she would choose of her own free will to forsake all others for? Despite its co-owner's occasional reminder that she had no obligation to do so, and that it might even please him to see his own best friend satisfy other men with His Perfect Pussy as much as it pleased her to see him satisfy other women with Her Perfect Cock? Future Troys 3-5 would also come into play while she waited for Helena to visit her room after she was done with Troy. And how she'd try to ignore how much better her girlfriend tasted after she'd been with Troy while Helena panted to her every hot, dripping detail about her adventure with it.
Mewling became moaning as he kissed his way down her body, stopping to visit his favorite breasts in the world, loving and assuring them that he was theirs always, as well as hers; before continuing to his mouth's ultimate goal. That the love and pleasure she felt with each eager stroke or flick of his tongue belonged only to her; had always been meant for her, and he would give them to her forever.
As the sensation and the trance and the words and the love bypassed any doubts of her conscious mind and became absolute fact in her subconscious; and through it, her heart and soul, was when it happened. When her body joined in their full understanding of the words that her conscious mind no longer understood, sending her mind to sleep; assuring it that it wouldn't be needed for a while, so it was ok to let it sleep.
The creature took hold of the hands squeezing her breasts and gazed at the head between her legs, raised it up so that her eyes met his, and silently conveyed their new names and roles to him: She was His Woman, and required Her Man inside her. She pulled him up to her, tongue snaking into his mouth as he slid effortlessly into her flowing need for him.
"Suki, honey, weren't you right there with me?
I seem to remember chasing you from tree to tree.
Those prehistoric nights
are coming back to me.
We must've been the first
to go down in history!
Where were you when the monkey hit the fan?
Thrill my gorilla. (Thrill my gorilla!)
Where were you when monkey turned to man?
Thrill my gorilla!"
-Alice Cooper, "Thrill My Gorilla "
She was no longer Julie Equals. He was no longer her husband and best friend for life, Troy Equals.
Those were the two people who'd entered their bedroom, undressed, and crawled to snuggle into the position he'd held her in since her earliest childhood bad dreams. The way they slept most nights since they'd first become one in the last way that they hadn't always been; him wrapping his arms around her, Julie snuggling into his embrace. The 'Had the Pool Dream' variant of the position was called for, so the embrace was extra-tight, and her face was buried in his shoulder.
He was no longer the man who'd whispered into her ear a litany of all that she was to him and would be forever, punctuating each with a tiny kiss on the top of her head. She was no longer the woman who had replied with her version with a similar kiss on his chest. That he was her Master just as she was his Mistress, that he was as much Her Boy as she was His Girl, her Math Boy as much as his Sunflower, Boy/Girl Next Door, Boy/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife, best friend, true love, partner-in-everything, the other half of each's soul, a tiny play-argument over who was whose Better Half and who loved the other more before agreeing on 'My Equal;' with him tracing gentle spirals behind her earlobe, and her sighs deepening as each response became more distant.
The path to becoming what they were now began when he instructed her to Go Deeper and Relax. It led to him laying her unresisting form on her back, telling her how happy she had always made him before they were lovers, and ever since. How thrilled and how fucking hard she made him every time he explored her body and learned another of those last intimate details that they'd both spent far too long denying their desire to know about each other.
How he delighted in each new way he discovered that his best friend enjoyed being held, or touched, or kissed, or caressed, or licked, or fondled as he demonstrated those he'd already learned, taking her deeper. Each new secret shared with the person they both thought knew them completely taking them back to the morning after their first time, when they talked over this new aspect to their relationship, and she spelled things out for his over-analytical mind.
Her sighs became mewling as she dreamily confessed about moments throughout their lives when her best friend had innocently done something that made her wet enough to consider jumping him on the spot. She fell deeper as she admitted to how much more intense the sex became when she'd been with other men and Troy had entered her fantasies. How, when they shared an apartment and Troy would walk in on her with another guy and they casually said hello as he went to another room, it always made her cum harder when she thought "What if Troy joined us?"
If she walked in on Troy with a hot girl, she'd suppress the urge to ask them and either whoever she'd brought home would be getting the fuck of their lives that night; or if she was alone and drunk or high, how she wouldn't even make it to the bed; just close her bedroom door, lean against it, and finger her dripping cunt as she tried to convince herself that she was listening to the girl getting so seriously fucked through the wall, rather than the one fucking her so well. She'd then finish the journey to the bed, trying to give Helena a booty call with one hand as she worked the toy that would later be named Troy 2 in and out of herself with the other. Some nights, after Troy fell asleep, if Julie encountered the other girl out in the living room, she'd Do What They Do and convince her to come spend some time in her room.
And if the other girl WAS Helena? If she and Troy had been having one of their "I'm horny and need someone right now, and our breakup has turned out to be entirely technical, so, if you've got a moment..." nights? If her semi-secret girlfriend was the one riding the cock that she and Troy had always been either of them making the slightest move away from discovering was Her Perfect One? The one that she would choose of her own free will to forsake all others for? Despite its co-owner's occasional reminder that she had no obligation to do so, and that it might even please him to see his own best friend satisfy other men with His Perfect Pussy as much as it pleased her to see him satisfy other women with Her Perfect Cock? Future Troys 3-5 would also come into play while she waited for Helena to visit her room after she was done with Troy. And how she'd try to ignore how much better her girlfriend tasted after she'd been with Troy while Helena panted to her every hot, dripping detail about her adventure with it.
Mewling became moaning as he kissed his way down her body, stopping to visit his favorite breasts in the world, loving and assuring them that he was theirs always, as well as hers; before continuing to his mouth's ultimate goal. That the love and pleasure she felt with each eager stroke or flick of his tongue belonged only to her; had always been meant for her, and he would give them to her forever.
As the sensation and the trance and the words and the love bypassed any doubts of her conscious mind and became absolute fact in her subconscious; and through it, her heart and soul, was when it happened. When her body joined in their full understanding of the words that her conscious mind no longer understood, sending her mind to sleep; assuring it that it wouldn't be needed for a while, so it was ok to let it sleep.
The creature took hold of the hands squeezing her breasts and gazed at the head between her legs, raised it up so that her eyes met his, and silently conveyed their new names and roles to him: She was His Woman, and required Her Man inside her. She pulled him up to her, tongue snaking into his mouth as he slid effortlessly into her flowing need for him.
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