>l rach
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:
>Ryan is clothed, mind you. One doesn't usually show your findings to your
friends in your skivvies, after all. At least, not intentionally.
>Rachel slips her hands under your shirt to caress your bare skin. "Oh,
probably..."
>Rachel figured you were. Just wanted to see in what.
>Ryan lightly kisses you on the neck, his own hands still gently rubbing the
smooth skin of your back. "Most of this study takes place in bed, though.
Usually."
>Rachel nods, grinning. "Usually..." She makes the word sound somehow erotic as
she lingers over each syllable.
>Ryan smiles, and says, rather breathlessly, "There's always room for
experimentation, of course..." Almost on cue, he slips his hand along your side,
from your back, to your belly, and traces a ring around your navel with his index
finger.
>Rachel mmmmmms happily. "So what's tonight's experiment, Professor...?"
>Ryan cheerfully quips, "Try to take over the world?" He slides his hand a little
lower, to playfully comb and twirl your pubes. "Starting with your sex, of
course..."
>Rachel laughs, pressing forward against your hand. "Exploring the territory?"
>Ryan gives your neck another kiss. "All conquests begin with exploring the
territory, of course. Like this strategicaly placed valley, for instance..." He
slips his hand just slightly lower, parting the pink lips with his index and
middle fingers.
>Rachel MMMmmmmmms, slipping her arms up behind your neck.
>Ryan erps, and contorts his hand a little as you move even closer. He says
quietly, into your ear, "Exploration can take a while, of course..." With little
fanfare he slides his fingers into you... "Because sometimes you come across
tactically important locations." To add force to the last sentence, he suddenly
presses his thumb against your clit (probably weren't expecting -that-), running
it in slow circles on the tip of the silken bead.
>Rachel oooohs softly as your fingers slip into her, gliding on the slickness of
her gathering juices, then stiffens, gasping quietly as your thumb makes contact,
her eyes closing. "Ahhhhhh..."
>Ryan doesn't continue his monologue at this point. Probably for the best, it
doesn't seem like you'd be listening too closely. He just kisses your cheek in
silence... while a little further down, Ryan keeps his thumb in motion, tracing
circles on the tiny love button, even as his other fingers run in and out, along
your soft lips.
>Rachel clasps her hands together behind yoru neck as she moves her feet a little
further apart, giving your exploring hand more room. "Ohhh, that feels so
_good_... I'm all yours, Professor..." Her hips have started a slow,
langourous undulation...
>Ryan puts his other hand to use now, rubbing your back, even as he gives you a
kiss on the cheek... then the lips. His work in the lower regions is made a
little easier as you join in the motion... even so, he tears his thumb away from
your poor clit for just a moment, to wipe it along you glistening lips. Suitably
lubricated, he returns it to the attentive clit - only now, he presses against it
as he rubs, even as he keeps sliding his fingers into and along your moistened
valley...
>Rachel shivers in pleasure. "Ryan... Whoever taught you that... oooooh...
deserves a medal or something... MMMMmmmmm..."
>Ryan speaks up, once again. "As long as you enjoy it, that's all that
matters..." He leans his head forward even as he speaks, to plant a kiss on your
lips. Meanwhile, below, he doesn't cease his ministrations; indeed, he even picks
up the pace a little, practically grinding his thumb into your poor clit. A
little violent, perhaps, but it certainly gets the mount across.
>Rachel kisses you back with all the passion your skillful touch has raised in
her, then moans into your lips as that touch's intensity mounts. Her hips are
now grinding her sex against your hand, showing her enjoyment of your
roughness...
>Ryan performs wonderful acrobatic feats with his tongue. Well, as much as
possible, anyway. As for his activities below, at the rate this is going, he
probably wouldn't be able to pull away, even if he wanted to. Using your almost
instinctual motion to his (and your) advantage, he presses down on his thumb with
most of his strength, the slippery digit sliding along the silken skin of the
clit, even as his fingers caress your interior.
>Rachel trembles, stiffening as your escalations push her quickly toward
explosion... Her kiss becomes desperate, almost frantic...
>Ryan almost pulls his face back at the turn of emotion... that should have done
it. Well, only thing left to do is go a little further. Pressing himself against
you, or you against him (the distinction doesn't really matter at this point), he
slips his index finger out, and with a slight turn of the wrist, maneuvers his
hand to clench the slippery clit between his thumb and forefinger. A squeeze, and
a twist...
>Rachel makes an incoherent, high-pitched cry, smothered by your lips, as her
orgasm hits her hard, her body shuddering and trembling, locked in place as the
flow of time seems to just _stop_, from her perspective, the all-consuming
sensations filling her...
>It was probably a good thing he was kissing you, then... be a shame to wake the
neighbors. Ryan holds you so very close to him as you shake and tremble... but
his touch, below, doesn't relent, not while you're overwhelmed. But, as you seem
to begin to relax, he pulls back, returning to the so very light touches along
your lower lips.
>Rachel finally breaks off the kiss, panting a little. "Ryan... ohhhh... I
want you... ahhhhh... I want you inside me, lover..."
>Ryan plants a new kiss, on your cheek, teasingly commenting, "Are you sure? Seem
worn out already..." Not that Ryan seems adverse to the suggestion, mind you.
>Rachel says, "You're just getting me started..."
>Ryan smiles. "That's the words I like to hear..." Of course, Ryan's still
clothed; that could be a small problem. Especially seeing as how he's keeping
himself occupied keeping you occupied, starting in on your crotch once again.
Have to keep it ready, after all.
>Rachel sets about fixing that problem, her hands slipping down to the waistband
of your sweats. She checks for a drawstring, and if she finds one, unties it...
>Simple enough. One advantage to Ryan's simple wardobe, there. Luckily, he keeps
his fingers away from your clit for the time being, although he continues to
probe your moistened slit.
>Rachel slips one hand into your sweats, and anything you're wearing under them,
and cups it along the length of your hardened shaft, her fingertips just grazing
your balls.
>Ryan was wearing boxers, for the record. He tenses, almost imperceptibly, as you
touch him there. Pulling his right hand away from your crotch, he brings both it
and his left hand up along your back, to press your body against his.
** Bumped, again **
>Rachel kisses the side of your neck as she continues caressing your cock, her
free hand starting to pull that side of your sweats and your shorts down past
your hips.
>Ryan is rather passive now, ironically. He seems quite content to hold you
against him, and for you to hold him as well. He just gently rubs your back...
>Rachel switches hands, her right now taking over at stroking your length, her
left pulling that side of your sweats and boxers down...
>Ryan, almost simultaneously, brings his left hand around to lightly cup your
breast. What a man would pay for a pillow like that, hmm? As for his garments,
they're removed with little trouble.
>Rachel lets gravity do the rest, as your sweats and shorts puddle around your
feet. Smiling at you, she says, "Now, give me what I want..." She heads for
your bed, leading you by her firm grip on your hard maleness.
>Ryan erps. You have the bull by the horns, to coin a phrase. Poor guy's a bit
slowed as he hobbles, but eventually manages to kick his garments off his feet.
Mobility is a good thing.
>Rachel lets go and turns to face you as she flops back, laughing, onto your bed.
She spreads her legs wide, reaching down with her left hand to spread herself
open to your eyes. "See how ready I am for you?" She runs a finger of her other
hand into herself, and then brings it quickly to her mouth, suckling it and
licking off her own juices, her eyes locked with yours.
>Ryan smiles, a mischevious smirk."Oh, quite ready, I'd imagine..." Apparently
going for a good 'ol fashioned ravishing, he steps forward, nearly falling onto
the bed after you, bringing his arm up from behind, and his member up from below.
"And remind me to try a taste test later, hmm?"
>Rachel laughs. "Shut up and fuck me already."
>Ryan doesn't have to be told twice. A good deal of bumping and grinding here...
masculinity is rather coarse in it's methodology. On one hand, he isn't quite as
creative now as he was before. On the other, he doesn't really need to be.
>Rachel seems to be perfectly happy with your methods at the moment, meeting you
with much the feminine equivalent -- she wants just what you're giving, a good,
hard screwing, and is doing her best to give you the same back.
>Ryan shifts a little, moving his arms around your waist, and turning slightly to
get better penetration. Works nicely for you, too, that last part. Ryan's less
vocal then you are, but he does seem to be having a nice time, as his muscles
tense, and he presses you quite forcefully against him.
>Rachel's long, athletic legs are up and around you now, her heels bumping
against your ass as she meets you thrust for thrust... You can feel her tensing
also, getting closer...
>Ryan comes first, a shuddering, and a release as everything in his body relaxes
at once... His own thrusts slow, but he holds you even tighter now.
>Rachel's release follows not long after, the sensation of you going off inside
her being the final push she needed to clear the peak. She cries out again, but
softly, this time, mingled with a gasp, as her tight, slick heat squeezes your
shaft, her hips still rocking in a weaker, less-frenzied version of their
motion...
>The... special massage is quite appreciated, don't be mistaken. Even if the
sheets will need to be washed. Ryan still holds you against him, a slight twitch
crossing his muscles, even as he breathlessly kisses you on the cheek once again.
>Rachel says, "That... was just what I needed..."
>Ryan hmms, and after breaking off his kiss, offers the simple reply, "Happy to
oblige..."
>Rachel hugs you tightly. "Glad you brought me here?"
>Ryan smiles. "Quite." Unfortunately, it's a good way into tomorrow, and the poor
player needs sleep.
>Rachel says, "(OOC) I do, too. Just finishing up. ^_^"
>Rachel snuggles. "See you in the morning, lover..."
>Ryan mmm-hmms. "Nothing more satisfying then staying with a woman..."
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