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Chapter 13 by Funtimes Funtimes

Does He blink?

No

Alex knew he should take it off that table, but the thrill of the risk behind this game was too great, so If Clara wasn't going to blink, neither would he. Thus he quickly came up with another limit and said, "I know you said I could include others, but with the limits you set," he thinks to himself and the one you didn't, "it would be wise to limit your ah front" he looks towards where her vagina would be behind the apron.

Clara answers, "pussy."

Alex "Yea ... that should be limited to me."

Clara's eyes get big as she realizes in their stupid sick game of chicken, neither of them blinked, and they both left 'that' open. There is only one reason he would limit that. "Well, I guess those are the limits."

Alex nervously "Yea, those and only those, right?" Almost half expecting her to add an additional one to end this game of chicken. If she did, he would have accepted it without question. However, Clara just nervously swallows. "yea. Those and only those. No other limits." By now, Clara has to mindfully keep the apron away from her pussy to keep it from being drenched from her unintended excitement of their game of chicken, and Alex's cock is clearly raging inside his boxers.

Their excitement had removed all logic from their brains, and There was no hiding the smell of Clara's desire or Alex's ranging hard-on in his boxer so that they both knew each other wanted it. Thus at that moment, they both knew they were just mere moments always from Having their virginity taken by raw lustful sex. The only reason they both were not jumping into each other pants right then was that they wanted the other person to make the first move.

So what started out as one sick game of chicken quickly turned into another sick game of chicken as Clara spoke up, "So..." But the constant reminder of all the risks she was taking prevented her from finishing the sentence. Which Allows Alex to finish the sentence, "So what know?"

Clara twists her foot on the kitchen floor as she straight out lies, "I don't know. I am your gift, so you tell me you want to do." Alex is annoyed that she just wouldn't say it, so he tries to play her game to make her say it. "I want you to tell me what you want, and you think I want. Because I think we both want the same thing."

Clara's mind was an emotion reck; she wanted his cock inside of her, she wanted to do what he wanted, but she also didn't want to be the one to cross that line first. So she quickly comes up with a solution that will work for her, which is to play dumb." Well, I think you want me to finish cooking your breakfast so that you will have energy for later. But if you want something else, with me just in the apron, I am sure you can come up behind me and take it." With all hope that Alex would leave it at that and fuck her, she turns around towards the stove and turns it off.

Alex thinks to himself, 'If she wants to play chicken again. I won't lose' before saying, "Well, if that is the case, I think I want to watch your cook."

Fully annoyed that Alex would not take the hint and fuck already, Clara slightly turns her head towards him. "But I don't think you can see me cooking from away over there."

Alex stands up from his seat and walks towards Clara, saying, "I think you're right." Once he is there, he places a hand on either side of her hips, prompting her to shiver and think, 'Oh.. he's touching me. HE IS FINALLY TOUCHING MY SKIN!' as he leans over her shoulder to see what her hands are doing.

Now Alex might be currently only thinking with his lower head, but what he carelessly didn't think of is where his current position would place his lower head, or to be precise, his shaft. As a result, as he leaned in, it, stick covered by his boxers, slipped it upright right between her asscheek. Clara jumped and clenched in a mixture of surprise and excitement the moment she felt Alex's clothed-covered shaft against her ass. Alex, shocked by the feeling, mistook her movement to mean that she disliked his cock being there. So he quickly pulled his cock back and to the only other place it could go, which was down between her legs. However, as he pulled his cock out of her ass, her clenched cheeks tugged on his boxes, causing it to pull tight, which **** his cock out of the front slit. The sensation of her warm wet lips on his stiff shaft caused both of them to jump in shock and excitement. "Oh, I am sorry." Alex grooms prompting Clara to quickly moan back, "It's ok... if that is what you want."

Alex shifts his hips so that his cock rests back on her dripping pussy lips while he rests his head on her should. "I think I would like to watch you cooking like this."

Clara says, "Ok." before over-exaggerating bending at the waist to reach for butter, causing Alex's cock head to slide all the way up her slit and to her belly button; when she bends back up, she makes sure to stop just right that so that Alex's cock head is ever so slightly farther back into her slit. Alex was fully aware that Clara was fake cooking and that she was up to something. He just didn't know what, but feeling his shaft brush against her soft, warm, wet lips was enough to keep him standing back and watching her plan play out.

Alex's inaction allowed Clara to continue bending over and reaching forward for pointless items. Each time inches Alex's cock head closer and closer to where they both want it. Their excitement only increased with each cycle; Alex's excitement was because his shaft was being touched by a woman's lower lips, while Clara's was because she knew Alex's cock was getting closer to slipping inside of her. This continued until Alex's cock finally slipped the tiniest pit into her hole, causing both to freeze. Only when Alex felt something resist his cock from slipping upward did Alex realize where his cock was.

Clara knew that all she had to do was tilt her hips a mere two degrees, and Alex's cock would slip inside her drenched ready hole. But that was not what she wanted. She came here to give herself to Alex and not to take Alex. If someone was going to cross that last little bit of a line, she wanted it to be him. As a result, both of them just stood there in discomfort, waiting for the other person to finish it.

What's next?

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