Midnight Stroll Home ❤

The two had been lying in bed for just over half an hour since catching their breath. Diane had gotten more comfortable, snuggling into John, while he had wrapped his arms around the MILF, gently stroking her back.

While embracing, John had closed his eyes, thinking about the question Diane had asked, but he knew he had to get back home. Not only did he have a faerie at home but there was a guardian angel he needed to talk to.

He’d thought long enough to come to the conclusion that although he was keen to get answers from Violet if she was still **** or hesitant to answer, he’d prefer to wait in order to avoid being given half-truths and partial answers.

John took in a deep breath, his nose filling with the gentle and warm scent of citrus and flowers. He cleared his throat before trying to speak, “Hey, uhm…”

The pause was enough for Diane to catch on and respond. “You want to get going? Do you want me to send for a taxi?” she asked.

“Yeah, I, uh… shouldn’t stay, and no I’m gonna walk. Believe it or not, it’s only a five or ten walk from here to my house,” John admitted.

“Oh really? Well, if I have the chance that I might run into you, I might have to just change my jogging route.” Diane giggled. “I guess if you’re leaving that means you’d like me to get off you right?”

John let out a chuckle. “As much as I’d love to stay like this, I don’t think I’d be going anywhere if you didn’t.”

The mature blonde let out a light sigh, she then reached over one side of the bed and blindly searched, pulling a shirt up and laying it on the bed next to them, folding it over a couple of times. “Okay, I want you to roll over with me one last time… and, would you mind taking one last picture of me?”

John smiled and reached for the camera on the nightstand. Diane counted down and the two flipped over once again. John looked down at the sexy MILF, leaning in and kissing her on the lips one last time, before turning the camera back on.

As soon as he pulled out he felt a cool sensation, as if getting out of a warm shower though focused entirely on his dick.

John stood and aimed the camera down at Diane. He managed to take a few pictures, with the final one showing a sizable stream of cum escaping her pussy. Once the photos had been taken, Diane used the shirt to clean herself the best she could, before she vanished into the bathroom.

John took advantage of her absence and re-equipped his clothing. He stared at the key to Ellie’s lab in his inventory and wondered if he should visit her before going home, or before going to bed, but realised it would probably be a bad idea because she might be busy or asleep or maybe not even in the lab at all.

Diane exited the bathroom, wearing a nightie, short enough that it didn’t quite cover her bare crotch. The sight was enough to stir up a reaction inside John’s trousers; Diane’s smile betrayed her otherwise innocent demeanour.

“Too bad it’s so late, or I might want to take you for another test drive.” She giggled. “Hey, give me your phone.”

John handed the woman his phone and turned around when he heard the common ringtone most people had. Looking at the nightstand he saw a phone light up with an unknown number.

“I don’t think this is how one-night stands go, but if you ever want to call or text me, you’ve got my number. I’d rather you not think of me as just a booty call, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in a repeat of tonight.” The mature woman smiled, and gestured John towards the door, following closely behind him.

John let out an awkward quiet laugh, as he exited and walked around the staircase bannister. “I’m not going to lie, I hope tonight isn’t the last I see of you either. My life has been hectic, like I said earlier, so I’m not sure what will happen in the future. At the very least I’ll definitely text you,” John promised.

The two stood in the doorway with the cool breeze of the night air blowing in. John felt well out of his element but leaned into Diane and pressed his lips against hers again. She let out a lusty hum and reciprocated, though she pulled away much quicker than their previous kisses.

“Good night, John,” she said, smiling as he took a couple of steps backwards out of the house.

“Yeah, good night to you too. I, uh, talk to you later? I guess?” He pondered awkwardly, tripping over his own feet as he continued to step backwards.

The MILF let out a quiet giggle but apologised. She said, “Goodnight,” one last time before closing the door, leaving John in the calm and empty neighbourhood.

As John walked towards home, an autumn breeze blew causing him to shiver. He looked around, seeing nothing but dark windows on the houses around him. He closed his eyes and thought of a thick hoodie, a pair of fleece-lined joggers and a pair of warm shoes; doing a little spin, he felt much more comfortable.

He began walking at a slow pace again, before realising something. His hand shot up to his chest and he felt the shape of a tiny shield as his fingers pressed against the amulet beneath his hoodie.

’Shit, I didn’t take this thing off while I was with Diane. I hope Violet didn’t see every… wait, she knew that the bugbear was sneaking up on me, of course she saw everything,’ John let out a heavy, slightly annoyed sigh for not thinking.

He stopped walking and looked down. “Hey, Violet. Do you wanna come out and talk while I walk home?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for her reply.

“I, uhm. I think it’d be better if you took your phone out of your pocket and held it up like you’re talking on loudspeaker,” her voice replied quietly, though with the silence of the night, it was easily heard.

Nodding, John pulled out his phone and held it at chest height. John began awkwardly, "So uhh… sorry I forgot to-"

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Violet interrupted.

"Yeah, but I jus-" John tried but was interrupted again.

"It's not the first time I've caught you with your pants down," Violet replied.

"Wait, what?" John asked, feeling his face beginning to flush.

A melodic giggle emanated from the amulet. "I've watched over you for a long time, it's kinda hard not to catch you or Brenda when either of you need to take care of yourselves."

"Uh, can we not talk about my mom doing that kind of thing? Please," John said, his face burning.

She laughed again. "Oh, come on, you're a man now, it's not like you'd walk in on your mom naked, or even get in the shower with her right there watching, is it?"

John began walking at a brisk pace, ignoring what was said.

"Hey," Violet's voice came much quieter, "sorry, I'm pressing buttons I know I shouldn't. Especially since to you I'm still a stranger… It really is hard for me… I never thought I'd speak to you, but doing it, it's like speaking to a friend who's lost all memory of you… I just want to be myself, make inside jokes and reminisce about times we've spent together… but for you, I wasn't there, and it's not fair on you for me to just interject myself…"

"Well, maybe getting to know you might help? I still have a bunch of questions I want to ask," John offered, partially in an attempt to make the moment less awkward and partially because he was feeling a little restive.

A pensive hum was the answer and silence followed it for a couple of seconds. "Okay, I'll answer your questions on one… no, two conditions. First, we wait until we get home, I'd feel much more comfortable talking there. The second, I… uhm, could… I want to sleep in your bed with you."

"I don't know… I just don't really know you all that well…" John muttered.

"You just gave Diane the night of her life and would have probably stayed the night if you didn't have business with me or Dahlia. And on top of that, we'll be playing twenty questions so that you can get to know me," Violet argued.

She wasn't wrong, so John couldn't exactly argue back, and he did kind of owe her for saving him from the bugbear.

"Okay, deal. But just sleeping, right? I don't want to get blindsided by technicalities again. We're sleeping in the same bed, not sleeping together, like sex, right?" John asked.

"No, I just want to go to sleep… in your bed… with you cuddling me,” she stated, followed up by a barely audible mumble, “When we are intimate, I want you to know me, I want to be more than another girl you’ve slept with…”

The comment caused John to pause. He thought about replying but realised that she might have meant for John not to have heard her. "Okay, deal." He nodded. "So…"

"You're going to want to get the spare phone and I can get Brenda's phone so that you can connect them for Dahlia," Violet planned. "I think it's a great idea to have her watching over your mom, not only to make sure she doesn't run into Ellie prematurely but also just to keep her safe."

John was taken aback. "I, uh, yeah," he muttered.

"I really enjoyed spending time with you in the barrier, by the way. I know we were mostly focused on earning points, but I still really liked your company, and I guess I should say sorry for stealing the win.

"I don't usually get all competitive like that but after seeing the Observe window, I thought it would be dumb to not take my shot. Also, oh my god, the, THE Hemet. I mean, I know the Abyss is a crazy place and all, but I'd have never guessed we'd not only meet Hemet but actually get a quest from him." By the time Violet had finished rambling, John was walking up the steps to the house.

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