Obelisk : Room 508 - Ryan's Apartment(#618R)
One word springs to mind as you walk into Ryan's apartment: cluttered. Stuff is
strewn everywhere, from the multitude of shelves that line the wall, to the
comic books and CD's on the floor.
The main room, which makes up most of the apartment, has apparently been
relegated to storage duty. Aside from the King-sized bed, the desk, and the TV,
all the rest of the furniture here is book shelves. As you look the shelves
over, you see a roughly equal proportion of both scholarly texts (physics
textbooks, archaeological logs, etc.), and comic books. How unusual. Hooked up
to the TV is a wide variety of video game consoles, some no longer supported.
The small kitchenette and bathroom are comparatively unremarkable.
[Exits : (O)ut ]
[Things : Backpack(#2158), and Midgaard City Map(#1293) ]
>Rachel has arrived.
>Rachel comes in with you, letting go of your arm as she enters.
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Want something to drink while we're here?"
>Rachel asks, "Sure. What've you got?"
>Ryan walks over to the fridge. "Just about everything, actually... soda, beer,
coffee, tea..."
>Rachel says, "Some coffee sounds good. It was getting a little chilly out
there."
>Ryan nods, and walks over to make some . o O ( Hope she likes instant
=.=; )
>Rachel . o O ( It was instant the last time, but that's better than nothing... )
>Ryan walks over, mug in hand, smile on his face. "Here ya go."
>Rachel takes it and sips, smiling at you over the steaming mug. "Thanks."
>Ryan nods. "No sweat."
>Rachel sits. Unlike her last visit, this time she sits on the edge of your
bed. "So, how would you like to spend the rest of our evening, hmmm?" She
grins at you, as she takes another sip of her coffee.
>Ryan steps back into the kitchenette to make himself some tea (Isn't he an
American? Eh). "Oh, s'up to you, really."
>Rachel gives you a devilish look. "Well, I _did_ say I wanted some
excitement..." Sets down her coffee and gets up...
>Ryan finishes making his tea, walking back towards you. "Mmm-hmm."
>Rachel walks up to you -- with her height, she's looking at you almost level --
and puts her arms over your shoulders. "Anything exciting come to mind?" She
leans forward and kisses you again...
>Ryan wraps his arms around yur waist. He comments with a smirk, ".... Oh, this
and that."
>Rachel asks, "Why don't you show me, then, hmmm?"
>Ryan smiles at you. "If you insist." He kisses you, on the lips, slowly.
>Rachel kisses back, her lips parting in welcome, pressing her body against
yours.
>As Ryan continues his kiss (won't he need to come up for air sometime? Maybe
he's anaerobic...), he rubs your back slowly. Not that he wouldn't mind putting
his hands elsewhere, but he's patient.
>Rachel's tongue plays with yours in the kiss, as she rubs against you, her
fingers curling in your hair.
>There's a tickle in your side as Ryan runs his finger up your belly. All the
while, he attempts to maneuver he pair towards the bed. Might as well get a
little more confortable.
>Rachel quite cooperatively lets you steer her...
>Ryan takes a seat on the bed, maneuvering you towards his lap. What can you
say? He is an avowed lecher.
>Rachel is not at all objecting, if Ryan notices. Perhaps she's an avowed
lechee? ;)
>Rachel sits in your lap, her arms still over your shoulders, curled behind your
head. "Mmmmm..."
>That would seem to make things easier, ayup. With a light caress to your back
he manages to... slip off your bra? Sheesh, one would think he had practice.
>Rachel mmms, making a chuckling sound into the kiss as she feels you unhook her
bra through her sweater. Breaking the kiss, she says, "Go right ahead...," and
smiles...
>Ryan says with a smile, "I wasn't expecting there to be an objection." He rubs
your back slowly (hmm... his hands ARE warm).
>Rachel grins. "Nope..." And she moves her hands down to the hem of her
sweater, starting to pull it up. Her trim, flat belly is exposed...
>Ryan smiles. "Hmmm... been working out, I see." He decides to give you a little
hand with that sweater.
>Rachel lets you take over with her sweater, then, raising her arms over her
head. "Got to be in shape to do what I do..."
>Ryan slides that obnoxious garment off. Getting hot in here anyway. Giving you
a light kiss on the nape of the neck he quips, "I would imagine that stamina
comes in handy in... other ways, too."
>Rachel laughs. "Yes, it does..." Her bra, unfastened, hangs by its strpas
over her shoulders, the white, lacy cups barely obscuring Rachel's full, round
breasts from your gaze...
>Well, that little problem can be fixed, can't it? Moving his hands across your
sides, he reaches up to cup those lovely globes. Why just pull it off when you
can slide it off, slowly?
>Beneath the bra, Rachel's nipples are hard with her excitement. She mmmmms,
tilting her head back a little as she feels your hands on her, clearly enjoying
your touch. Her skin is soft and smooth, with just the lightest of tans. She
has no visible tan lines...
>Ryan slides the bra off... well, he does seem to take his sweet time about it.
Not that you seem to be minding, of course. A light rub on the bottom on your
nipples, and that's done with.
>Rachel arches her back, emphasizing the round curves of her breasts. Smiling
at you, she asks, "You like?"
>Ryan runs his fingers under the sweet curves. "Hmm, how could I not?" His hands
do seem much more supportive then that old bra...
>Rachel squirms her bottom in your lap. "Good... Mmmmmm, touch me..."
>Ryan nods, giving you a light kiss on the neck. Moving one hand (he keeps the
other on your lovely chest... can't let THAT go to waste), he runs his index
finger gently up your crotch. "Hmm, too bad these jeans are in the way..."
>Rachel says, "Feel free to change that..."
>Your wish is his command. That same finger moves upwards (not before another
teasing press!) to lower that constricting zipper. He slides his hands between
the denim and your underwear, giving you a little more direct attention. "...
More?"
>Rachel squirms in your lap, pressing her much-dampened cotton panties against
your exploring fingers, the heat and contours of her sex easily felt through
the thin, soft fabric. She nods. "Yes... more..."
>Ryan runs his finger along the dampened slit... the cotton transferring the
sensation, but keeping it oh so dulled. Freeing his hand from your soft breast,
he begins to slide that pair of jeans down. You may need to give him a hand
here.
>Rachel shivers, gasping slightly, as she gets her feet back on the floor and
raises herself off you lap, enough to allow you to remove her jeans.
>Ryan leans forward. He slips those jeans down, taking his sweet time... you
KNOW he's teasing you. Not that he'll give you much time to notice... he keeps
the index finger of his other hand busy, sliding in a slow rythmn, up and down
your sex, the teasing sensation not quite fully felt through the cloth... He
asks, quietly, "And the panties?"
>Rachel is writhing against that wicked finger, her panties now completely
soaked through with her flowing juices. "Take them off... I want to be
naked..."
>Ryan smiles. He removes his hand (oh, and you thought it was torture before),
resting it gently on your smooth belly. He slides his finger down the slight
curves of your torso, before sliding his hand under the panties. That teasing
finger gets to work again, running up and down the slippery lips.
>Rachel tenses, spreading her slim, muscular thighs wider for you. "Aghhh...
ohyesss... put it in me, finger me..." Her breathing comes in quick, panting
rhythm...
>Ryan finally reaches up with his free hand, to slide those wet panties down. Once
again, it's a slow, almost excruciating process. His finger, in the meanwhile
keeps occupied, sliding up and down against the glistening slit. A momentary
pause, and he runs his delicate touch against the until now ignored bulge at
the top. A slow rub against the hood... a light tap against the clit (!!)...
and he slides his finger inside you. He asks, in a quiet tone, "... Enjoying
yourself?
** Ack! No! Half my log disappeared! ;_; Why me...! **
Rachel
A very attractive young woman, tall (178 cm, or 5'10") and athletic,
with short, feathery blonde hair, expressive blue eyes, and high-
cheekboned Caucasian features. She appears to be in her mid-20's.
Rachel is currently naked, her lean, toned athleticism even more
apparent than when she is clothed, a finely-balanced blend of sleek
muscle and feminine curves. Average-sized breasts, in near-perfect
proportion to her frame, stand round and firm from her chest, small,
pink, slightly-upturned nipples at their peaks. Her tummy is flat, her
derriere compact and nicely rounded, and her legs long and gracefully
sculpted. A neatly-trimmed triangle of wispy blonde does little to
conceal her sex.
Carrying:
>Rachel looks up at you, with a mischievous smile, and licks her lips.
>Ryan looks down at Rachel, raising his eyebrow.
>Rachel leans forward, and takes a long, slow lick at the head of your cock,
licking up the latest pearly drop from its tip in the process. Her eyes never
leave yours as she does it.
>Ryan tenses slightly. He's certainly all yours, that's definate, but he can't
really reach you where you are now. I'm sure that can be fixed.
>Rachel isn't concerned with that at the moment, it seems -- she's had her share
of pleasure, so far. Now she wants to give. Which she does, as she leans
further forward, taking hold of your shaft with one hand to steady it as she
engulfs the head in her mouth, her lips warm and soft as they close around your
thickness. Her tongue swirls quickly around the head...
>Ryan makes do, it seems. Those nipples of yours never really got all the
attention they deserved, after all. One hand each, my, how things work out in
nature? A little tweak here, a caress here... as for Ryan, you have his full
attention, oh yes. While men certainly aren't as... fluid as women beforehand,
Ryan certainly seems to be trying to compete.
>Rachel's pursed lips slide further down your shaft. You feel your tip entering
her throat as she keeps going, until her lips are around the base of your cock,
and she's taken in your entire length. She pauses there for a second or two,
not moving...
>Ryan rolls your nipples between his fingers. It's almost pinching, really, but
he can be forgiven for not keeping his full attention on you, this once.
>Rachel moans around your cock, clearly enjoying the attention to her hard
nipples, as she begins to move her head forward and back, while at the same
time starting a rhythmic, pulsing suction in time to her motion. Her busy
tongue caresses your length, as she slowly picks up speed...
>Ryan closes his eyes. He's not about to come just yet... that would be rude. It
does take a bit of effort on his part, though; this is obvious by his tweaking
of your nipples... he's moving faster, and a tad more erratic.
>Rachel keeps going, continuing to speed up, but slowly... She reaches between
your legs with one hand, to lightly caress and fondle your balls as she sucks
you, pumping your cock in her mouth, her lips and tongue stroking your shaft...
>Ryan tenses... not just yet... He gives up on your nipples, instead
directly caressing and kneading your entire breasts. Well, maybe not ENTIRE, but
he sure tries.
>Rachel senses you getting closer, and speeds up, beginning to suck harder, too.
As she continues to fondle your balls, her other hand steals upward between
your legs, reaching... You feel her fingertip glide between the cheeks of your
backside, then poking against your rear opening...
>Ryan can't help but lean forward, ever so slightly... you almost have him. He
clenches his teeth at your latest trick, and his ministrations to your bosom
slow down as his resistance wanes.
>Rachel pushes her finger into your tight hole as she pulls back to lap at your
most sensitive spots with her agile tongue... Her lips are sealed around you
just behind the crown of the head, as her suction becomes staccato and
rapid-fire...
>Well, that seemed to have done it. One good thing about men, at least, it's
rather obvious when they have an orgasm. If Ryan were coherent right now, he'd
probably be praising you; as it is, he just goes rather limp (except in the
places that count, of course...)
>Rachel gulps down your come as it floods her mouth, swallowing, savoring the
flavor... then, bhe pulls back, letting your third spurt splash over her face,
glistening on her smooth skin... She rises up a little while directing yoru
'aim' downward, and your remaining shots splatter over her breasts, a sticky
dollop starting to drip from one hard, pink, come-covered nipple...
>Ryan breathes slowly (well, it's more like panting, but that isn't very
flattering a term). He is quite the pussycat now, at least for a moment. Guess
you found one way to slow him down. He reaches down to get a hold of your head,
to draw you into a kiss...
>Rachel rises, letting you draw her to you, and kisses you deeply, sharing the
flavor of your come.
>Ryan plays with your tongue (it's amazing what that thing can do), savoring the
moment. Minutes later (apparently), he pulls back, a smile on his face.
>Rachel smiles. "I like a man who's not afraid to kiss me after I blow him..."
>Ryan says, in his best 'action-hero' voice, "Ryan tabbot is afraid of nothing,
babe."
>Rachel laughs. "Right. Well, how'd I do?"
>Ryan rubs your back in a cyclic rythmn. "Quite well, I'd say..."
>Rachel says, "Glad you liked it. I sure did."
>Ryan holds you against him. "Hmm... well, it doesn't have to end just -yet-, if
you don't want it to..."
>Rachel rubs against you, smearing the come coating her breasts over your chest.
"Who said anything about ending... " She reaches down to caress your shaft.
"I still haven't gotten this nice cock of yours inside me. I want to get
fucked..."
>Rachel grins at you. "And if I like how you do that, I may even let you have
my ass."
>Ryan hmms. "Well, that isn't quite my thing, but we'll see how this goes, hmm?"
He puts his finger under your chin, kissing you again.
>Rachel wraps her arms around you, and kisses you again, with enthusiasm.
>Rachel pulls back, smiling. "Told you I play hard..."
>Ryan smiles. "True enough..." He reaches down, cupping your breasts once again,
having a little time to devote to their care, now.
>Rachel says, "Ooo... You really seem to like my tits, lover... Not that I'm
complaining..."
>Ryan hmms? "What's not to like, babe?" He puts his thumbs to work, sliding
across the lubricated nipples.
>Rachel says, "OOoh... I like that... yeahhhh..."
>Ryan coo's into your ear, "Oh? Really?" He strokes the underside of them, his
pace increasing, until he starts circling the pink nubs with his thumb.
>Rachel nods. "Really... I can almost make myself come, just playing with
them..."
>Ryan hmmms. "I'll have to try that..." He switches his tactics, moving to a
thumb and forefinger pattern, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
>Rachel says, "Oooh... Harder..."
>Ryan increases the pressure, almost... no, definately pinching, as he continues
to roll them in his grasp. "Hmm? This better?"
>Rachel shivers, arching a little. "Aaghh... yess... like that..."
>Ryan increases the pressure ever so slightly, and speeds up the rythmn... also
adding in his free fingers, using them to caress and squeeze the rest of your
breasts.
>Rachel shivers more strongly as the thrill of the pain/pleasure in her nipples
streaks down her spine. "Aiiih, Ryan, yes, like that, aggh, ohhhh..."
>Ryan seems to get into it himself, squeezing and tweaking and pressing... he
begins to press against your breasts, pushing them upwards even as your arch
your back.
>Rachel's hand finds your cock again, and her grip tightens a little. "That's
it... pinch them, twist them... I'm sopping wet..."
>Ryan does so, playing with them to his (and apparently, your) heart's content.
Those poor nipples will fall off at this rate. He whispers nto your ear, "Just
doesn't seem to be enough, hmm?"
>Rachel says, "I need you in me... I want you... please..."
>Ryan smiles, kissing you on the nape of the neck. From here, there's little
acrobatics involved in maneuvering it in, but Ryan keeps most of his attention
on your nipples, rolling them, pushing them between his fingers.
>Rachel guides you into her hot, wet, tight furnace, tilting her hips forward
and pressing toward you to take you deep... One advantage of being almost the
same height as your partner, it makes standing fucks easier... Rachel's hips
begin to twitch back and forth, riding your hardness...
>Ryan moans... he'll refrain from asking what excercises you do to work THOSE
muscles. He seems to want to let you do all the work, at least down there, as
he keeps his hands busy tormenting your sore nipples.
>Rachel's hips move faster... Her breathing quickens, as she gets closer and
closer to her point of release, not so very far away... You can feel her heart
pounding as her tortured nipples throb between your fingers...
>Ryan begins to thrust his hips as well, now... while your pussy is as tight as
a vice, it's quite slippery enough. He continues his task on your nipples,
squeezing and pulling them, giving no relief whatsoever...
>Rachel raises her right leg to the side and hooks it around behind you,
supporting herself entirely with her left, this new position letting her take
you that much deeper, steadying herself with her hands clasped behind your
neck, leaning back, arching her sore, abused nipples upwards...
>Ryan is stronger then he looks... and he looks rather strong, mind you. Once
again, he lets you focus on the lower regions, while he deals with the upper...
SQUEEZING those poor nipples for all they're worth (I hope you weren't planning
on wearing a bra next week). He doesn't let go, even as you arch back,
increasing the tension even more...
>Rachel cries out, and comes, hard, her pussy spasming and clamping down on your
cock, her hot juices flowing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her cry dies
away, shudders running up and down her spine...
>Ryan releases your poor nipples, wrapping both his arms around you, and pulling
you close. The tightness, the spasming... it's too much for Ryan as he comes,
wordlessly, even as he presses himself against you even harder. He weakens,
trembling in his stance, but remains standing.
>Rachel clings to you, arms wrapped behind your neck, until she stops shaking
quite so badly. "Wow... you even came with me... I could get used to this..."
>Ryan kisses you on the nape of the neck, saying breathlessly, "... The first
tenet of martial arts is to control the body, after all."
>Ryan . o O ( At least, that's what they say in all those action flicks... =_=
)
>Rachel says, "You're pretty good at taking charge of mine, too... About now,
there's not much I wouldn't do for you..."
>Ryan kisses you again. "How about we lie down...?" . o O ( Gah, this is more
tiring then that fight with Harken... a lot less painful, too. )
>Rachel smiles. "I'd like that."
>Ryan smiles as he attmepts to maneuver the pair over to the bed. Hmm, he's more
tired then he looks. Wuss.
>Rachel is a little tired, too, after that sexual workout, but she manages
enough of her usual agility to make it to the bed with you.
>Ryan quips as he practically falls into bed (well, with you on top, guess it
isn't too bad), "Hmm... do ALL your dates end like this?"
>Rachel laughs. "Only the good ones."
>Ryan raises an eyebrow. "We should have more good dates, then..."
>Rachel smiles. "I'd like that, too."
>Ryan holds you closely. "My schedule seems to be free... don't have any
life-or-death battles scheduled." . o O ( Erm, hmm, going to need new
sheets, too... )
>Rachel snuggles against you, her skin warm against yours, covered with a light
coating of sweat and decorated in places with your come and her own abundant
juices. "Good. 'Cause I'd rather just stay here right now..."
>Ryan is certain Rachel will make a comfy (if messy) pillow, and vice-versa.
"Hafta agree with you there..."
>Rachel leans in to kiss you. This time it's gentle and unhurried, the
evening's earlier urgency now given over to a pleasant, intimate afterglow.
>Ryan reciprocates that kiss in kind. Very relaxing, indeed.
>Rachel asks, "Ryan?"
>Ryan blinks. "Hmm?"
>Rachel says, "Thanks... I can't tell you how much I needed that."
>Ryan gently caresses your back. "The relief from all this damn fighting and
tragedy?"
>Rachel nods. "That, yeah... and it's been since before I arrived here since I
did this. Been a long time since I went this long without sex..."
>Ryan kisses you on the cheek, his hands rubbing you in comforting, but
non-erotic places. "Musta been torture."
>Rachel smiles, and says, frankly, "I like sex. I'm not ashamed of it."
>Ryan says, "Most humans do."
>Rachel says, "But too many people have hangups about it..."
>Ryan hmms. "Yeah, but where's the fun in THAT?"
>Rachel laughs. "Exactly. I mean, there's those who'd call me a slut, or
worse, just because most of my dates end in bed. Never mind that I only date
guys I've already decided I want..."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "Oh? I'm just a little pawn for your schemes?" Pause.
"I can live with that."
>Rachel rolls her eyes. "It's not like that, no... guess I should say this,
though... Ryan, I like you. You're a good, honorable guy, and now I know
you're a good lover, too. I wouldn't mind making a regular thing out of
this... But it's because I like you, and we had fun together. Okay?"
>Ryan nods. "Hey, last thing on my mind is hurting my friends, y'know? And
you're quite a fun date yourself, don't forget that."
>Rachel laughs. "Glad you think so. I just wanted you to know where you stood.
I'm not going to go getting all possessive over you, or anything stupid like
that. I like you -- I'm not in love with you. Being in love isn't something I
really understand, or want right now. Being in lust, on the other hand..."
>Ryan finishes the statement for you, "... Is a great way to pass an evening."
>Rachel grins. "Right."
>Ryan kisses you again. He asks, on a more prosaic note, "How's the apartment
over the bar working out? Not being bothered by the frequent fights and
explosions?"
>Rachel says, "No, and I like being close by in case I'm needed. Not to mention
having my hardsuit right upstairs when I'm working."
>Ryan nods. "A little mecha always helps defuse a conflict."
>Rachel says, "Or at least can let me hold my own if the superhuman jokers
around here start mixing it up."
>Ryan smirks. "Gotta point there..."
>Rachel asks, "Mind if I spend the night here?"
>Ryan shakes his head. "Don't think I could stop ya..."
>Rachel laughs softly. "And I don't think I'm quite up to the walk home.
Besides, after feeling like a nun for the last month and a half, I'd like to
sleep naked next to the cute stud who fucked me silly tonight..."
>Ryan pikus. "I just hope the shower is working tomorrow morning. Been fiddling
with the pipes all day..." o.=
>Rachel says, teasingly, "If it's not, I have no shame about walking home with
come in my hair..."
>Ryan quips, "Among other places."
>Rachel grins. "We're getting silly. Think it's time to sleep."
>Ryan nods to that. "Aye..."
>Rachel gives you one last soft kiss. "Thanks again..."
>Ryan smiles. "My pleasure. Really."
>Rachel says, "I try."
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