go into the house

John and Sarah are exhausted form the ordeal. At first the two of them simply stare at one another, sitting and nothing more. Even thought eluded them. The rain continues. Lightning whips the air. John turned his head toward the sky and shout, “Fie You Fates, Fie You Zeus, and while I am at it Fuck you Loki, relent on us, leave us be.”

The fear and disbelief had been building for hours, with his words it was shattered. Sarah laughs, “you’re nuts you know that, right?”

“Yeah, well not as nuts as this day has been.”

Sarah peers out the window and says, “Doesn’t look like it will let up any time soon. Maybe we should just run for it.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “But we’re gonna get soaked.” Thunder roars again. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, “and there’s that. Plus, it is freezing ass cold.”

“I’ll feel a lot safer if we get in the house.”
“Ok get your key ready,” he instructed “One… two… THREE!” John and Sarah dash from the teen’s broken car and toward the front door. The torrential rains make both drenched to the bone before they can reach the door. Shivering Sarah reaches forward and slides the key into the key slot. For what seems an eternity she jiggles the key in the lock.

“You have goot-t t-to b-be k-kid-ding me,” Sarah says through chattering teeth. “The key won’t turn.”

“P-pleeasse t-tell me your-r j-jok-king,” begged John.

“Noppe.” The cold November

“Lettt me try.” John braced himself against the door and put his hand on the key. Immediately, something clicks allowing the two of you to burst into the foyer, collapsing to the floor. Time seemed to crawl with an infant’s speed, swift but easily overcome, as the door swung open. John’s mind was reeling from the strange and unnatural world his logic laden brain now was **** to deal with. Sarah’s far more wise brain had chosen quite well to pick denial and stick to it for as long as possible. As the two tumble through the door, both found this strange stretched time enlightening, and at least on a subconscious level they finally accepted their strange world. They landed on John’s back. Sarah lands face down on him. Her soft breast against his chest. The warmth of their bodies synergetically She lifts herself to her hand, hanging over you. Her long black hair dripping all about her head. Her beautiful oriental eyes staring into his. The cold had made her nipples erect and her sizable breast hovered centimeters from his ribs. Poor, John began to get that old familiar feeling.

“John…”

“Yeah?”

“You have r-real-ly b-beautiful brownn eyes, ya know?”

“haha, tthanks you t-too, have b-b-beautiful eyes I-I-I mean, not that they’re b-br-rown, but I mean…”

“Hahaha, it’s ok John, I know what you mean.” Sarah stands up. “We need to get undressed.”

John raised an eyebrow of disbelief at this statement.

“Not here silly. The bathroom straight down the hall. Go down there and undress. I’ll bring you something to wear.”

John walked into the bathroom, striped, and begin to wait. He explored the bathroom out of boredom. There was in his opinion a most excellent picture of three beautiful girls in absolutely itty-bitty bikinis; it is of a redhead and two brunettes. The girls all had beautiful breast. The Latin girl on the left hand side had the biggest between a size D and C by the looks and the kind of swollen bust the demands ‘look at me’. The girl on the right hand side looked Asian, but it wasn’t the biggest picture. The Red head in the middle had the smallest breast, but it wasn’t that big a difference like a large B or small C. As you look closer you realize that you know everyone in the picture. The Latino was Maria Lopez. The Red head was… Rachel Summer, yeah she sat behind you and Sarah in science. And the last that was Sarah herself. Standing there in the buff staring at three beautiful half naked women brought John’s body reacted in the natural of way. Without a conscious a thought John’s hand began to stroke his engorged manhood. Soon his hand was in torrent of motion which drew him from his daze and to masturbate; faster and faster, becoming of aware of what his body has begun when John suddenly heard…

“Knock Knock, got you some clothes here, don’t worry I’m not looking” A hand pops through the door holding some clothes. “Hurry we need to talk.”

‘Crap’ he thought. “Sure thing.” His voice cracks as answers, with ruddy cheeks he throws on the clothes; they are a little on the small side. John stuffs his erection down the pants leg and go out to see what it is that Sarah wants. Sadly the inseam leaves much to be desired.

As Sarah opened the door she beheld far more than she had expected. The little letch had every intention of getting a quick glance at the unclad man. She had no idea that she would discover him in such a state of self rapture. She had decided to play the event strait but it was the first she had ever seen and she would not soon forget.