Chapter 37 – Yep

Chapter 37 – Yep

John wolfed down what few raviolis remained and then followed her to the bed. She hadn’t even waited for his answer and just ripped off her pants and shirt, leaving her in her underwear. Climbing on top of her, the Gamer was ready to make out with his girlfriend. A finger was placed on his lips. “Nuh-uh.” She pushed him back. “I’m the spoiled princess today, remember, tiger?”

“Right,” John agreed and backed off. “Whatever do you want, milady?”

“First get me out of these clothes.” Rave instructed. He was happy to do that. He had slight problems unhooking her bra. Eventually he managed. Next, he wanted to pull down her panties but Rave stopped him with her knee. “No hands.” She demanded.

That would prove challenging, but he was willing to try. His teeth gripped her underwear by the waistband. Best he could, he dragged upwards, his face brushing over her smooth thigh. For a bit, her panties stuck to her crotch. He had to go back and forth between the two sides, until he managed to remove the bothersome cloth in its entirety.

“Good boy,” Rave hummed. The two words made John feel weird. He liked the compliment, but he did not like the choice of words. It was too complicated to unravel in that moment. Instead, he obeyed the demanding touch and gave her pussy a nice long lick. “Just a quickie bit,” she purred.

Using his fingers to penetrate her and his tongue to play with her clit, he got her to croon and moan. Rave moved her body in all those mesmerizing ways that showed off her perfectly flat stomach. She was just so gorgeous.

“Alright, on your back tiger,” she told him. “I ain’t a pillow princess.” John obeyed her quickly and soon found her kneeling by his side. While playing with his cock, she asked. “Imma give ya a choice – which way you want me to face?”

He only had to consider for a second. “I want to see that bubble butt bounce.”

“Good choice – not that there was a bad one,” she purred and straddled him. That perfect ass was right above his cock. Back arched, the roundness of the twin, firm spheres was all the more pronounced. Altogether, her backside reminded him of a wonderfully crafted violin. Curvy bottom, narrow waist, slender shoulders. “Never done this with anyone before,” Rave confessed while aligning her glistening entrance. “And I’ll only say that once – I haven’t done that much with anyone before. Let’s try whatever we wanna try, okay, tiger?”

“I’ll never get tired of trying things with your body,” John gasped. She smirked over her shoulder and gradually sunk down.

“Yeah... I almost cried earlier... I hate crying,” Rave whispered.

“Does it ruin your make-up?”

“Ya know I don’t wear any,” she returned.

He hadn’t known that for sure, since he did not know what rules Abyssal make-up played by. That she was this beautiful by nature, had hair this pink and lips that glossy was just unfair, genetically. Then again, now that he thought about it, neither Jimmie nor Travolta had any major issues with their looks either and raising his Stats had majorly diminished his own shortcomings. Even Regan’s only major flaw was sleep deprivation. Was magic an assurance of good looks?

His thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant scratching of a hand behind his ear. “Hey, John?” A hum, just to indicate he was listening. “Think we’re rushing all of this?”

“Probably... but I don’t know much about this whole ‘being in love’ thing...”

“Yeah, me neither... let’s just keep it simple. Are you my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, are you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Case closed.” Rave stopped scratching and thus deprived him of something he wanted more than most other things in life. Too bad he couldn’t punish her for it, considering she was all the things he wanted more. “Alright, guess the fun time’s over.” She slapped his thigh. “Get up. We gotta change the sheets. Don’t want dad to see the mess we made.”

They spent the next half hour cleaning everything up, then folded up the tent by the same arcane means that had unfolded it in the first place. Hand in hand, for as much as the trail allowed, they walked back to the city and to Rave’s house. It lay in her eyes that she wanted to ask him inside and in his heart he just wanted to follow. The tiniest bit of responsibility pulled them apart – after one more, two more, three more kisses.

Practically floating, John returned home. The sky was getting red, by the time he stepped up to his house.