Chapter 51 – Talks over a breakfast table.

Chapter 51 – Talks over a breakfast table.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP....BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

The very unromantic noise of his alarm ripped them out of their haze. In a bout of petty anger, John stared at the device. Possession let him take control of the casing. He rolled the alarm off the nightstand and made it land on its deactivation button.

The loud noise gone, John was a little happier. He turned his gaze back to Rave and looked back. She had since regained control over her quivering curves. “Moment ruined,” she complained.

“Yep,” John agreed with a sigh and rolled off her.

“Oh wow,” Rave said when she looked at the mess they had made. John’s sheets had needed a change before, they definitely did now. “Ya really made me squirt. Ahegaos and this,” she poked his thin arm, “ya don’t look like the part, tiger, but ya do know how to make a girl scream.”

John first chuckled, then he turned beet red when he realized where they were. ‘Did mom... no, she probably... hopefully didn’t hear anything...’ he thought, against better judgement. “So, what are you actually doing here, Jane?”

“Just felt like coming over... your mom let me in,” Rave answered the next question on his lips. “Ya didn’t get her looks, gotta say. Anyway, where do ya keep your towels? I’ll need a shower.”

John pointed her at his closet. In doing so, he saw the pile of Rave’s clothes on his floor. “So you didn’t come in here naked,” he joked, to keep his mind off the question of how much his mom had heard of what had just transpired. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if you just walked around nude.”

“I ain’t no exhibitionist, John,” his very naked girlfriend said as she looked through his clothes. “Also, I thought it’d be messier around here.”

Much like John’s body, his room was in better order than before. Since masturbating was no longer a pressing need and he had other things to do, he had been making it a pastime to Possess pieces of trash and roll them into the trash bin. He had been vacuuming every corner the same way. The sheets, he was still lazy about. Otherwise, his room was cleaner than it had ever been.

John dressed himself with the fresh clothes he had placed in his inventory last night. Then he checked the two windows that had opened up during their morning engagement.





“Hey, you know German right?” John asked.

“Ja. What about it?” Rave half turned her chest to him, holding one of his shirts. Did she have any idea how sexy she looked, holding that boring black thing, with his cum dribbling from her cunt?

“What does,” He cleared his throat, “Pardon my butchering of words: ‘Morghen Sdund hart gold im Munt’, mean?”Expplôre uptodate stories at no/vel//bin(.)com

“Yeah,” John decided to join in. “Just kind of... happened.” His voice turned dreamy when he turned to Rave. “Don’t know why she likes me so much, but I do love her.”

“Aww.” His girlfriend fidgeted in her chair.

Brenda chuckled. “Ah well, when I was your age I had my share of ‘incidents’ too. You kids just be careful not to cause too much trouble. Now, Jane, tell me about yourself. The only thing I know is that you go to the same school as my son.”

John sat there as Rave told a normal-person version of her life history, which was pretty much the same as the Abyss version. Important difference was that her parents were ‘International Business People’ instead of representatives of some shady underground magic auction that sold everything from parrots over to bullets and slaves.

“I take it you live in a good house then?” Brenda asked.

“Ya could say that, it’s a corner building in the renewed district. It looks like the epitome of boredom though.”

Brenda tilted her head at Rave’s explanation. “There is a building like that?” she pondered.

“Yeah, but it’s not that great. Well, it’s good enough for me and dad is mostly out on trips.”

“John’s father is gone most of the time as well.” Brenda scratched the back of her head and let out a deep sigh. The kind that immediately alerted John that there was bad news. “Regarding that actually....” She turned to John. “Your father and I are talking about moving.”

John started choking on the orange juice he was drinking. He had prepared for something minorly unpleasant, not that. “Say whuat?” he croaked and felt Rave grab his hand. Their fingers intertwined, neither of them looking down.

“Yeah, see, his position in DC will probably turn permanent and the higher-ups have lined up a house deal for us. It’d make for an excellent investment for retirement.” His mom poured herself a cup of coffee. “I don’t want to be away from your father for much longer, it's been... difficult... but we were wondering if you were old enough to stay on your own here anyway. Given the current situation....”

“Damn right I want to stay!” John raised his voice. “Sorry...” he mumbled when he realized the tone he was taking.

Brenda only smiled. “It’s okay, sweetie, I get it. In terms of you staying, we worked out a few demands though. I’ll leave for DC next week, on August 21st, and be gone for the entire next month. When I come back, I want to see the house clean and your grades in top shape. We’ll send you money to live and you will have to be responsible with it. If you don’t meet that, you’re coming back with me to DC at that time.”

John nodded without hesitation. A few weeks ago, this may have been difficult, between his lack of household experience and his addiction to video games. Ironically, now the grades could be the biggest problem. Depends on how much time he wanted to keep spending in school. If it was just about tests, he was confident though. “I can do that,” he assured her.

“I’m sure you can sweetie,” Brenda pinched his cheek. “I’ll be packing my bags soon... oh, it will be stressful to leave you on your own...” She shook her head. “Enough of this, though, you need to get going.”

John checked the clock, running late was indeed a threat.