Texting, and a Visitor

The texting didn’t slow down now that I’d given the girls homework. Hell, after learning what I had from Mel about their research, I’d sort of expected that things would at least be more bent towards the coming battle.

How wrong I was about the minds of college coeds.

I felt like I was in three constant conversations that didn’t really have a start or an end to them. There was plenty of mundane stuff going on, and some of it was even D&D-related. Elyse wanted movie recommendations. Tori wanted to know what sort of raw resources were available around the keep, and was still having a rough time at her job as she tried to be taken seriously and not be seen as either the little college girl who didn’t know anything, or the sexy college girl ripe for unwanted sexual banter. Rhia was concerned about any weak points in the walls that were glaringly obvious or that the folks living there knew about. She was also on a tear of wanting to try and beat me in every video game she owned that had multiplayer on the Switch.

But then there was the flip side of things.

Nothing super sexual, no explicit sexting. But innuendo was rife.

And the pictures. Oh, God, the pictures kept me both entertained, teased and frustrated. And they were all doing it.

Elyse tended to send little pictures throughout the day, but when she was at home I started to notice she was never wearing pants or panties and was showing off her ass in reflections. Mirrors mostly, but also more ridiculous places like the reflection on the window in their oven, or a glass vase. I started to realise I was playing a game of Spot the Ass in every picture she sent me.

Tori liked to send me pictures of herself wearing thin shirts and no bra. Maybe it was a reaction to how I’d told her she had perfect breasts, but seeing her nipples just barely hidden, or the outline of her dark areolas through particularly thin shirts, always had me adjusting myself a little.

Not to be outdone, Rhia was also sending me pictures - making me wonder if they were planning it, or if adults their age just communicated with more pictures than people of my generation. Rhia’s normal pictures during the day weren’t anything sexually charged, and one could say that the pictures she sent me in the evening weren’t either, at least by the look on her face and the way she was always lounging around like she didn’t have a care in the world and was just being comfortable.

Except that she was always topless in those evening ones, showing off her tits to the camera and playing it off as if it was nothing. Except I knew it was an act because there were several of the pictures that would have required pretty quick action to take because I knew her parents were home and could walk in on her in the living room, basement or kitchen of their house. Mel walking in on her would probably have just earned an eye-roll and maybe a laugh, but if I knew Dan he wouldn’t be thrilled, and Rhia would be looking at some tough new house rules.

But there was no denying that Rhiannon’s big tits were fucking amazing, especially on her thin, tall body.

And seeing them every night was an odd, extra illicit thrill every time. Because it was Rhia.

It was Tuesday night, and I was in the middle of cleaning up after dinner when my day was interrupted once again. I was getting used to not being ‘alone’ anymore with the ongoing conversations, and I was even getting over the inherent giddy guilt of my phone pinging with a text and me wondering if it was going to be something from one of the girls.

Except this time the interruption wasn’t a ping from my phone.

It was a knock on my front door.

I frowned, glancing over at the clock, and saw it was almost 9 PM.

“Who the fuck?” I wondered, wandering from my kitchen towards the front door. Glancing through the little window built high into my door, I glanced down into the bright blue eyes of Elyse as she was grinning.

I unlocked the door, grinning to myself now at the surprise. “Hey, honey,” I said as I swung the door open. “What’s going o-”

My words failed me because Elyse was wearing a long, beige trench coat like a classic noir PI. All she needed was the fedora and the shiny black dress shoes. But, in context, I quickly pieced together exactly what was happening because there was only one reason a gorgeous woman would be wearing a bulky trench coat like that at sunset on a clear summer day.

“Hey, Shane,” Elyse said with that little grin of hers, and quickly pulled the coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of my porch, leaving her completely naked. “Can I come in?”

Anyone watching from across the street would have gotten an eyeful of the cute blonde’s butt, and likely a comedic scene of me grabbing her bodily and hauling her inside, followed by me leaning back out and snatching the coat from the ground too before shutting the door.

“Elyse, what the fuck?” I laughed. “God, the balls on you.”

She was giggling, blushing furiously, her grin wide. “I can’t believe I actually did it,” she snickered. “I figured I’d chicken out and do it in here.”

“Oh my God,” I kept laughing, wrapping her up in a hug, and she hugged me back. “You fucking wild child. Did you get dared or something?”

“No,” she said and hugged me a little tighter for a moment before leaning away at the waist. Her cute little tits were wonderfully bare and open to my view. “I don’t need to be dared to get naked in front of you, Shane. I figured you know that by now.”

“I’m aware,” I snorted, gently rubbing her bare sides. “But outside? What’s actually going on?”

That grin was still plastered on her face, but I noticed a little bit of nervousness in her eyes as she took a breath. Then she quirked an eyebrow just a little, and her tone shifted just a touch like she was putting on a different version of herself. A more confident, forward one. “What’s going on is that you haven’t fucked me in two weeks of the game, and I’ve been craving your dick every day since you blew my mind. So this is a reverse-booty call. I figured you’d rather have sex all over your house than you would in our little apartment.”

I worked my jaw for a moment, not entirely sure what my brain was thinking. My other head was elated, and my gut was pumping its metaphorical fist as if I’d just won the lottery.

This wasn’t part of The Game, though. This was… separate. This wasn’t Renee de l’Ombre and some NPC or monster. This was just Elyse, and me. Cute, twenty-year-old Elyse. Too young for me, friends with Rhia, and might have some Daddy problems based on her consent letter, Elyse.

She grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me down to kiss her, and I could feel her desperation for me to say yes. Not because she was a nymphomaniac and she was literally **** for cock, but her desperation for me not to turn her away. Not to make some excuse. Not to make her feel unworthy of the big, big swing she was making.

Not to reject her.

It was all over from there.

I scooped her up into my arms and she squealed in delight, our lips pressed together until I had her properly supported with both my hands on that fantastic little ass of hers and she could wrap her legs around my waist. This ended up with her hovering a little higher than me, her chest even with my chin as she looked down into my eyes.

“Next time,” I told her. “Call me first and I’ll cook you dinner.”

She kissed me again, moaning and laughing and nodding all at once.

My first instinct was to bring the pretty little blonde up to my bedroom, but my head was still a little internally spinny and I felt like I needed… something. Not consent - her consent was being made very clear. But something. So instead I carried her into the living room as she clung to me, and I sat us down on the couch that I’d fucked Tori on just last week. “Come here,” I murmured softly, manhandling her a little bit so that I could get her sitting mostly next to me instead of straddling me - still close, with my arm around her, and her naked legs curled up over my lap, but not quite as stuck together.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel unwanted, though, so before I said anything I cupped her cheek with my hand and ran my thumb over her lips. She gamely opened them and sucked on the tip, and I looked into her eyes. “God, you’re fucking pretty,” I sighed.

She grinned again, laughing nervously at the compliment. I wasn’t thrilled with this nervous thing that she was dancing around compared to how she’d been in my presence lately, so I slid my hand up from her cheek to her hair and brushed it back behind her ear, then set my hand on her leg.

“Elyse, hon,” I said sincerely. “Just help put my mind at ease here - is this really just about a hookup tonight or is there something else going on? Rhia hasn’t put you up to anything, has she?”

“No,” she said. Then she huffed out a mild breath and frowned at me for a moment - just as cute as when she was smiling. “Fuck, Shane. I told you like eight times that even if Rhia’s horny little plan hadn’t been a thing, I would have probably been… propositioning you… at some point. This is about me wanting you. Your lips, your hands, your cock - but… also your words?”

“My words?”

“I don’t know,” she grunted, shrugging. “You make me feel… some kinda way, OK? Like, when you look at me when we’re being even a little naughty, I get tingles, but I also get a different sort of, I dunno, tingle when I’m just with you. Like peaceful tingles.”

“Peaceful tingles?” I repeated after her.

“Yes, peaceful tingles,” she sighed and gave me a short glare. “I know, it doesn’t make sense. It’s something between feeling super attractive and it not being a big deal or anything. Which I don’t get very often. Like, I know I’m kinda weird and not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m still a female, so I get pervy weirdos creeping on me all the time just like everyone else my age. You give me, like, the anti-creep vibe even though we're giving you all the reasons to act like a creep.”

I cleared my throat, smiling in mild confusion. “So this vibe between us is a good thing, and you came over here wanting to spend time with me and have sex.”

“Well, I didn’t know what you were up to, so I kinda just came over for sex tonight,” she said with that little impish grin crawling back onto her lips. “Though if you’re not, like, into sex or something, I could put the coat back on and just hang out.”

“We’ll hang out,” I told her. “I want to hang out with you.” Then I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then kissed her again at the edge of her jaw, and then lower onto her neck. “But I’m also very happy to be your reverse-booty-call, too, Elyse.”

She moaned, eyes closed and bending her neck to give me better access, as I softly sucked on her throat and let my hands start to wander. The one around her, holding her close, rubbed between her shoulders, feeling her lithe body under my touch, and then slid up to the base of neck, then higher to the shaved part of her scalp and up into her dirty blonde hair. I gently took her hair in hand and tilted her head back even further, making her grin at my taking charge. My other hand slid up her outer thigh and hip, travelling up her skinny little torso to her chest. I caught a nipple between two fingers, giving her small breast a wiggle, before rolling her nipple gently.

“Did you have an idea of what sort of sex you were hoping for while you were driving over here?” I asked her, kissing her ear as she let me manoeuvre her head freely.

“Um. I dunno,” she murmured.

“You liked our last time, right? A little rough, and a little demanding?”

“God, yes,” she sighed and chewed on her lower lip, eyes closed as she remembered herself as Renee getting fucked by the big bad werewolf played by me.

“Then let’s do a little experimenting,” I suggested. “See if you like something completely different.”

That had her blinking her eyes open and frowning slightly in confusion. “Completely different? Like… what would that even be? BDSM stuff with no actual sex?”

I snorted softly, and she let me turn her face towards me even though she’d been broken out of the more dreamy element of our conversation for the moment. “I meant that if you’re interested, you delightful woman, I want to make slow, sweet love to you. To see if we can vibe that way too. And if it’s not doing anything for you, we can switch it up.”

Elyse smacked her lips lightly, looking at me in surprise. And it kind of hurt my heart that she would be surprised I would want to do something more emotionally intimate with her. What stuff had happened, or been said to her, to make her think I wouldn’t want that?

So I kissed her, gently, and turned it into a simmering make-out that had us slowly shifting until she was lying flat on the couch and I was cuddled up beside and partially on top of her, stroking her naked stomach with one hand while her head was pillowed on my other arm under her. Her hands had been busy, feeling up under my shirt, and down over my running pants, before delving down to feel my half-hard cock through my boxers with her fingers. The kissing changed and morphed as we went, sometimes light and feathery, other times with our tongues battling almost like we were trying to judo wrestle with them.

When I finally pulled away, just a few inches so that I was looking down into her big, gorgeous eyes, I smiled softly. “So what do you think?”

“What?” she asked, looking at me with that dreamy expression from before. “Think about what?”

“Me taking you upstairs to my bed and making love to you?”

“Oh,” she said, then she rose up to me and kissed me firmly. “On one condition,” she said as she laid back down.

“What’s that?” I asked with a little smirk.

“I don’t care if it’s before or after, but I kinda want you to fuck my face like that time out in the hot tub,” she said. “It turned me on so much and I want to do that again.”

I chuckled and raised my hand up to move her hair away behind her ear again - it had a tendency to go a little wild, I was finding. “I think we can make that happen,” I murmured, lowering down to kiss her again. That kiss lingered and developed, drawing out slowly.

“I thought you were taking me upstairs?” she giggled quietly when it finally ended.

“You make a good case for staying right here on the couch,” I shrugged.

“Shane,” she asked. “Will you please take me upstairs and make love to me?”

That made me laugh and I sat up, tugging her with me. “Gladly, Elyse. Whenever you want.”

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“Holy motherfucking tits, Shane,” Elyse whimpered into the pillow she was hugging. “Oh my Gawd.”

I grunted wordlessly in return, pulling her closer to me so that her warm back was pressed to my chest and I burrowed my cock more firmly into her. Spooning wasn’t my favourite position for any sort of rigorous fucking, so it rarely came up in my repertoire when it came to The Game, but during my various relationships over the years it had been a go-to for sleepy, intimate moments because it had that element of cuddling, and holding. There were also the perks of neither partner being ‘on top,’ which meant my hands could wander lazily without worrying about who was putting their weight where.

Elyse hugging a pillow made that last part a little more difficult, but she was feeling a bit overwhelmed and had grabbed on and not let go.

“Good?” I asked after a moment, double-checking that the blonde coed was actually enjoying this switch up from what she’d actually come over to my place wanting.

“Um-hmm,” she hummed, nodding. Then, as I slid two of my fingers on either side of her slick little clit hood again, my hand wedged between her curled-up legs to do it, and ground my cock into her in a soft thrust she let out her breath in a heavy sigh as she came again.

That made me hum a soft chuckle, feeling her relax in my arms with the release.

“It’s not fair,” she said a couple of minutes of pure snuggling later.

“What isn’t fair?” I asked.

“That you get to make me come like that,” she complained softly. “Over and over. And you haven’t come once even though you’re so hard right now.”

“I need to pace myself a bit, hon,” I said, slowly running my fingers through her wild blonde hair as I continued to hold her close to me with my other hand on her taut stomach. “I only get two a night, three if we start early and I’m well-hydrated.”

“That’s what I mean,” she giggled. “Biology isn’t fair.”

“I guess it isn’t,” I laughed with her.

We were quiet, just enjoying the presence of each other for another minute.

“Two or three, huh?” she asked.

I snorted softly. “Yeah, two or three.”

“I’d prefer three,” she said, and I could hear the wicked grin on her lips even if she was facing away from me. “I’m thinking you should creampie me, you should shoot one down my throat and you should paint my face with one like the little Shane’s Cum Slut that I am.”

The filthy talk made me groan softly and my cock swelled in her, making her groan as well.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” she asked, pulling off my cock and turning over to look me in the eyes. Her hands found my cock and stroked it gently between us. “Is that OK? I know it’s more than a booty call at that point.”

“Elyse, baby, of course,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her sweetly. “I wouldn’t want you to leave after a night like this.”

“Thanks, Shane,” she grinned with that disgustingly innocent look she got sometimes.

I kissed the tip of her nose because she was giving me such a cute look with her big blue eyes.

“Do you have stuff you need to get done downstairs or in your office or anything before bed?” she asked.

“Nothing important,” I told her. “I’m not planning-”

“No, I mean, is there anything you can do?” she laughed. “You’ve made love to me now. I feel loved. OK? And fuck it was amazing. I want that again and again. I think I just learned like… eight new things about sex, and it wasn’t just weird sexual positions or anything. But I kinda want you to fuck me still. Use me for yourself. Like I said in the consent letter thing.”

“OK,” I agreed, smiling at her and giving her another little peck on the lips. “What does that have to do with me going to get things done downstairs?”

“Oh, right,” she said. “Because I want to put a little buffer between this and that - you were right, this was amazing and I want to remember you making love to me separately from you fucking the shit out of me. And we need to give your big ol’ cock a break. So I’ll run out to my car and grab my bag, and come back up here and get cleaned up and dress all cute and sexy for you so that when you come back up here you can ravage me like the slutty, horny college coed sex toy I want you to treat me as.”

I swallowed hard, almost a gulp, because that sounded hot as hell.

“On one condition,” I said.

“Anything,” she promised.

“You have to put that coat back on to run out to your car,” I said.

She started giggling and nodding, which just made me laugh as well.

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