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Post by purrfection on Oct 28, 2007 18:50:30 GMT -6
In case this fact hasn't been impressed well enough upon the reader, Ike Barringer was a very stupid boy. He wasn't even really a boy any longer. He was 17, tall, with physical features that happened to be rather pleasing to the eye, but he was living proof that looks alone did not get you anywhere in life. Unless you were lucky. And Ike Barringer was very, very lucky. The best reason anyone could have come up with as to why Ike was lucky was that he had Ellendie Flor. Coincidentally, she also had him, but nobody ever looked at Ike in terms of 'having'--most people were convinced that being within a continent of Ike meant losing something, and that something was usually in the realm of sanity, flashlights, carrot cake... or all of the above. On the bright side, Ike didn't rape people.
Of course, the fact that he was not a rapist did not make Ike Barringer any smarter, as illustrated by his reaction when Elle suggested they leave the masquerade early and apparate back to the castle. Ike had moo'd. He was a cow, and that was what cows primarily did, after all. Really, Elle was lucky to have gotten that moo--if Ike had been a real cow, he probably would have just stood there chewing his cud. How Elle had gotten him outside, apparated him to the gates of Hogwarts, and dragged him into the castle was not that big of a mystery. The bell on Ike's collar made such an interesting noise when she pulled him along that he simply had to comply.
Now the two of them were on the 7th floor, near Gryffindor tower. A few closets for supplies were scattered here and there. Ike stopped walking when she did. He was still not entirely sure why she had brought him here and he was too enthralled with his costume to come up with any wild fabrications as to what was going on. He stood there and stared at her as he played with his udder. "MOOOOOOOO!"
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 28, 2007 19:01:38 GMT -6
Elle looked down the hall, and then at the closet door she stopped in front of. No one was here, no one would look in and find them. It was perfect. And the reason why she stopped here instead of a common room. Every bone in her boy was uneasy, she was biting her lip alot, especially as she was dragging Ike along. She wanted to do this right? She nodded to herself answering her question. She loved Ike, he was handsome, and sweet. He also loved her and he was -
"MOOOOOOOO!"
Ok, no, he wasn't smart but he was really sweet and loving. And he was of course fun to be around. He had his mess ups but everyone does. Right? She turned around and looked at him, ehr cheeks a soft pink and her hands trying find their way to his. Once she had his hands in hers, she laced her fingers with his and pulled him close. He obviously didn't know why they were here. Which was ok, she wouldn't know either if he was dragging her around without explaining anything.
She pressed herself against the door of the closet and lightly tugged Ike close, so there was about, um, maybe a centimeter of space between them. She kissed his lips gently, almost timidly and pulled back, her breathing picking up softly at what she was about to do. What if he didn't want to do this? What if he didn't want her that way just yet? And she was pushing him? She bit her lip and kissed him again, trying to gain some sort of confidence that she normally has.
Elle pulled back her blue eys looking right into his, and one hand lacing around his cow bell string. "I want you to be first," she whispered, but loud enough for him to here, "Tonight."
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Post by purrfection on Oct 28, 2007 19:33:51 GMT -6
In all his confusion--or lack of fusion--Ike knew one thing was for certain. He was a cow. And in being a cow he was one with the bell on his neck and the skim milk in his teats. He ate grass and he moo'd. It was a simple life, except Paris Hilton wasn't a part of it; instead, he had Elle. Elle was better than anything in the world. She was smart, the smartest person Ike knew. She could add numbers in her head like 2+2 and 15+1 in less than twenty seconds. Not to mention she was hot. She was expecially gorgeous tonight, in her milk maid outfit. All that pretty lace and the soft fabric that hugged her body just right. If Ike were a goat, he would have eaten her clothes of her by now, but Ike was not a goat. Ike was a cow. And this was not going to lead to sex.
"I want you to be first. Tonight."
For Ike's slow brain, this transition (not that it was a transition in the first place) was rather fast. But Ike was only male, and he immediately picked up. Elle was pulling him closer and kissing him with that sexy mouth of hers. She seemed almost hesitant, like she wasn't sure if she should be doing that. Ike thought that making out was definitely something they should be doing, so he kissed her confidently and, in an attempt to boost her confidence, let her know he felt the same, said, "I want you to be my second." He had that steamy, lustful tone of someone who was just about to have really, really hot sex. It was mostly for show.
Ike picked up on the fact that something momentous was going to happen between he and Elle, and he knew he had to be careful not to mess it up. The last thing he could do was scare her into not wanting this, so he had to be as hot as possible so she wouldn't want to get away. Knowing exactly what he needed to do, he jetted off before she could respond and raced into Gryffindor Tower to get blankets.
Ike + Elle + closet + blankets = ...Well, you do the math. Ike certainly could. He was back in a flash with all sorts of soft blankets and pillows from his dorm, his cow bell jingling all the way as he walked. When he reached Elle's side again, he piled the blankets into her arms, opened the door, and guided her in, a really stupid grin on his face the entire time.
He knew he was going to get some and he was terribly excited.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 28, 2007 19:53:17 GMT -6
Ike kissed her back with more confidence then she had, and she smiled into his kiss. He obviously got the message, and wanted to let her know he wanted the same thing. Her first fear was gone, so he wanted her like she wanted him. Good. She bit her lip when he pulled back. She could feel his breath on her, and she closed her eyes, pressing her forhead to his.
"I want you to be my second."
It was weird how he could say a completely odd thing, in a really sexy tone. Elle snapped opened her eyes and looked at him blankly, "You already-?" Before she got to finisher her question he was gone. Didn't tell her where he was going, he was just... gone. Who runs away from sex? She blinked down the hall and started figdeting, now what? Did she not look that good? He get nervous? Did he already blow his-- A soft jingling of Ike's cow bell lifted her spirirts. She looked down the hall and saw him carrying pillows and blankets under his arms, his cow bell swinging side to side on around his neck. The thought he put into getting the pillows and blankets made her real happy. He was trying to make this right.
He got closer and she watched his every movement, his arms seeming more attractive then they have been before. And that stupid grin, being more attractive than before. She held out her arms, as he piled the stuff on. He can't be completely romantic, it wouldn't be Ike if it was. He opened the door, and lead her in the closet, she set the stuff down, moved the pillows over, and layed the blankets out.
Once everything was down she turned to Ike, her eyes soft and loving as she looked at him. Than some sort of horror struck her. What does she do now? "Ike- eh." her voice was soft and she was looking around at the closet floor. "I never done zis, I don't know what to do." Her voice soft and timid. This was an odd feeling to her. She normally knew how to do everything, but for the past two things, she has been following Ike. The world had turned upside down.
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Post by purrfection on Oct 29, 2007 20:37:04 GMT -6
Ike was having a great load of difficulty quelling his excitement. He was gonna get it on with Elle. This was just too much, too much all at once. He was practically standing on his tip-toes, anticipation (and a lot of other things) lifting him up, making him jittery. There was absolutely nothing in the world that could ruin this moment for him, and said moment hadn't even begun.
As Elle lay out all the blankets in a nice little spot on the closet floor, Ike shut the door with a little too much enthusiasm, causing it to slam loudly, wood-on-stone. It was obvious this closet hadn't been put to use in quite some time, and tonight, that would change. Ike spent a good thirty seconds making sure the door was shut, but ironically enough forgot to lock it, then turned back around to his sexy girlfriend, who had by now finished laying the blankets down and was ready for bigger (heh) and better things.
"Ike- eh. I never done zis, I don't know what to do."
Only Ike could have produced the absolutely moronic expression that he did at that moment. It was like a tweaked version of deer-in-the-headlights, except in this case the deer had no earthly idea that it was about to turned into roadkill so the whole 'Oh my God, I'm about to die' effect was lost for a 'Ooooh, shiiiiiny' expression. In other words, he looked really, really stupid. "I do," he said, a hint of pride to his mostly idiotic tone. French girls apparently did not receive the same sexual education that the British did. Elle probably didn't even know where manly bits were supposed to go--but that was okay, he would teach her. He'd practiced on keyholes before. They always turned out too small. If Elle's fine china was that small, they would have a problem. Ike's face adopted a serious expression and he asked her, "Yours is bigger than a key hole, right?"
Not really giving her much time to answer because a large part of him wanted to make that particular diagnosis himself, Ike kicked off his snazzy black-because-that's-the-color-of-cow-hooves dress shoes and stepped over to her, surrounding her smaller frame in his arms and kissing her with that same air of confidence he'd had before. With one hand on the small of her back, he felt the material of her dress and said, "It's a hot dress and all... but I'd like you better in your Christmas suit." By Christmas suit, of course, Ike meant 'birthday' suit.
Ike was most certainly not the brightest flashlight in the box.
Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Scotchy (( LMFAO!!! *rolls all around kicking legs in air laughing* I peed a little! xP ))
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 29, 2007 22:05:55 GMT -6
The look Ike had given her once Elle made it known that she had no idea what she was doing, didn't boost her confidence at all. It made her blush heavily and look down at the pillows. It wasn't her fault she wasn't experienced in sex, how maybe it was. But she wanted to share it with someone special, not some hobo off the street. She bit her lip and looked up at him again, he experession didn't change much. It was still stuck in that bewildered, 'oh know', 'ah someone save me!' face. How could Elle change that?
"I do," His voice was so sure of himself, and his experession changed to a goofy grin. Elle smiled softly and went to take a step forward to him, but his voice distracted her.
"Yours is bigger than a key hole, right?" Key hole? What? Only Ike would bring up something completely random in a situation like this. Her face stayed calm, and hesitant. What was he asking? Her what? Her- oh. Elle giggled and nodded. She wasn't going to say anything but her giggles. Her goods were certainly bigger than a key hole, and where he got that they wouldn't be was beyond her. But it was Ike.
Ike was suddenly right next to her, and she could smell his cologne, which she quickly sucked in. She stopped giggling, her eyes making their way to his and she smiled. His arms came around her, and she instinctively came in close pressing herself against him. Her hands slid down his chest, and then gripped a some fabric of his shirt as he lips moved over hers. Her eyes closed, her lips kissing him back. This was what she wanted. Him close to her, and making her heart speed up so fast that she almost got dizzy. He pulled back a little and she struggled to open her eyes some.
"It's a hot dress and all... but I'd like you better in your Christmas suit."
Elle ignored the fact that he changed 'birthday suit' to 'christmas suit', and focused on what she was gonna say to that. She normally never had problems with words, but all of a sudden she did. Ike himself was distracting her, his smell, his closeness, and how good he felt close to her, it was all distracting. She nodded hesitantly, "Zen," swallowed, "take eet off."
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Post by purrfection on Oct 30, 2007 19:30:40 GMT -6
Having a completely one-track mind, Ike had been so focused on the soft lacy frills of Elle's dress that he'd totally missed the fact that she was having difficulties breathing and as a result was about to collapse right there. He wasn't tuning her out or anything of the sort, as was typical of him in social situations. Ike was, as a matter of fact, more aware of Elle than he had been in a very long time, and he listened intently to what she said next.
"Zen take eet off."
Ike stopped his fingers on the soft material of her costume for a moment, so that he could look at her face without having to pay attention to anything else. It wasn't that he could see much in that regard, the closet was like a dark coal mine as far as closets and coal mines went. He could only make out a dim glint from her clear blue eyes and barely the simplest planes of her face. The slight blush on her cheeks went unobserved by Ike, but he studied her face with such purpose that one might have thought he had taken that blush into very deep consideration and probably wouldn't ever get enough time to ponder it.
And then he shrugged, and his once blunt and penetrating gaze turned relaxed and half-lidded again. "Okay," he said, and almost managed half a shrug but found himself a bit constricted since Elle had a pretty firm hold on the front of his shirt. "I will." He proceeded to feel around the back of her dress, though this time he had a purpose: to find and anihilate whatever it was holding that dress together.
After a bit of searching he found that the various ties running down the back of her dress were supposed to be undone. Ike had scarcely any idea of how to undo them. He fiddled around for a bit, pulling and tugging at various ones, but in the end having very little effect on the outfit at all or its residence on Elle. Excitement turning into frustration, Ike let out a little whine and stepped right up against her, resting his head on her shoulder, hoping to see what the hell was up with those stupid ties. They were the only things separating him from naked Elle and he had to defeat them. "Eeeeeeellle," he complained, "the string thingies won't work." Despite lacking any sort of specification, Ike fully expected Elle to do something about the thing on her torso which he failed to identify as a corset.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 30, 2007 19:57:09 GMT -6
Ike stopped moving, and Elle opened he eyes a bit more and looked back at him. He had such a quisitive expression on his face that it through Elle off guard. What was he thinking? He didn't want to do this anymore? Wasn't it a little too late for that? They started already, so they had to finish! Elle was too steamed up for him to up and decide he didn't want to do this.
"Okay," His voice was nonchalant, and the way he seemed to relax again, relaxed Elle back into his arms."I will."
His hands moved around her searching for her ties. She closed her eyes enjoying the way his hands moved around her. It seemed to warm her even more, and need him just as badly. She waited patiently for him to untie her corset. This part of the ordeal didn't seem so terrifying, since Ike had already seen her pretty much naked, he knew what he was getting. Which didn't make her concerned about him not liking her looks without clothes.
In the middle of her hot thoughts of Ike, something jerked her around a bit. She snapped open her eyes some and blinked once she felt Ike so close she only thought of one way he could possibly get any closer, but they weren't at that step yet. His head was on her shoulder and he get out a soft whine. She turned her head to him, and kissed his neck, "What ees eet?"
"Eeeeeeellle, the string thingies won't work."
The fact that he started using baby talk in the middle of a romantic, or at least semi- romantic scene, didn't bother her at all. She was so used to it by now, she was starting to like it, and think it was cute. The only time she didn't like it was when she was angry and he did something dumb. But right now, she was filled up with other thoughts, she thought it was cute. Instead of letting him tug and pull at her corset for another hour, she swatted his hands away gently, and started to untie it herself. Once the corset was untied, she tossed it to the side some, revealing her underdress. She bit her lip and scooted close to him, kissing his lips softly, "Zat better?"
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Post by purrfection on Oct 31, 2007 17:39:23 GMT -6
Those string thingies sure were putting up a fight. Ike thought he might have to take desperate measures to defeat them, like a blowtorch or a rabid squirrel. When Elle reached back to give the problem a go, Ike was sure she was going to fail. He was the manly one here, the one with chest hair, the one with a hot bod, the one with nuts... so if he couldn't get those ties to come apart, no one could. But for some reason, it took Elle a matter of seconds to loosen the ties, and the watchamacallit she had around her midsection was thrown to the side.
It was an amazing feat, but instead of 'oooo'ing in awe like he probably would have if he weren't about to diddle the hottest girl in the entire school he could only look in frustration at what had been under those annoying strings the entire time. A dress. Pft, who wore those? If she had been thinking ahead, Elle might have just gone to the masquerade naked, that would make it so much easier for him right now.
"Eeeeeeelle," he whined again, perhaps more pathetically than before. "Stop wearing so much stuuuuff..." He pulled her close when she kissed him, although there were other parts of her he would've rather kissed. But Elle had said she'd never done this before, right? Maybe she didn't know that she needed to take the dress off...
So Ike decided that he needed to give her an example of how things were done--time to lose the clothes. He pulled away from her and flailed his arms around until his cow-printed coat fell off and landed on the floor at his feet and then unbuttoned the white collared shirt he was wearing underneath. When that was thrown to the side, Ike was naked from the waist up except for the cow bell hanging around his neck. He was reluctant to get rid of that. Feeling much lighter than before, he pulled Elle back into his arms and kissed her lips, then leaned down and pressed his mouth to the area of skin below her collar bone, stopping when his face brushed against the poofy white lace on the dress to signify he couldn't go any farther...yet.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 31, 2007 18:12:54 GMT -6
Ike was looking at her as if she forgot something. Which she did, but she didn't want to just chuck everything off so fast no one would know what had happened. She wanted this moment to be savored, and taken lovingly, not like some quicky because they don't have hours to spend. In this case they do have hours, and she was planning on using every minute of them.
"Eeeeeeelle, stop wearing so much stuuuuff..."
Ike pulled her in close and she took it all in again. Everytime he was near her there was that excitement and need to have his hands on her. She giggled softly to his whines of disapproval, "I weel try to remember zat for next time." By this tme her voice was soft and quiet, almost like she was enduring pleasure already. And she was, just not physical yet.
Ike stepped away from her... again, and she cought herself making a slight pout on her face. Why was he leaving her side? She wanted his warmth surrounding her, she wanted his hands on her, his lips kissing her... and well... his... you know in her. She watched him as his arms waved around the room, ducked onced when he almost wacked her in the face with his cow printed jacket, and blinked as he started taking his shirt off, his cow bell ringing the entire time.
He stood still for a few seconds after he took off his shirt. Elle looked at him and smiled. He was really good looking without a shirt on. He had slight muscles from Quidditch, but not enough to make her feel like she would be squashed in his arms. It was enough to make her feel safe when she was with him, semi- protected. Too bad the brains he had didn't... But anyway, he has a little, not much, chest hair. It was enough to make her want to twirl it around her finger. Elle watched his body as he moved back towards her, his bell ringing softly with each step.
Once he was close he pulled her in even closer and she took in the scent of him, for the tenth time. He kissed her lips and she kissed him back, running her small hands along his chest feeling every inch of it. His lips made their way down to her colar bone, and she closed her eyes, leaning into it. He felt so good against her. He stopped and she knew exactly why. Without a second thought, her hands left Ike's chest and went to her dress sleaves. She slid each side down at the same time letting the dress fall to her feet. All she was wearing now, was her hot pink, laced, panties.
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Post by purrfection on Nov 2, 2007 16:04:44 GMT -6
Ike felt Elle's small, warm hands on his chest and trembled. This was exciting, like Quidditch only with less balls ((haha!)). It was hard to say which he was better at. He hadn't had a lot of practice when it came to sex; then again, he'd had a lot of practice when it came to Quidditch and he totally sucked at that. But despite his loser tendencies, Ike really liked where he and Elle were going right now (down south). The only bad part was that they were both still wearing clothes.
Elle caught onto Ike's frustration at her wardrobe--or, more accurately, that she had a wardrobe--very quickly. Without the hesitation that she'd had when they'd first entered the closet, she brought her arms back through her sleeves and shrugged off her dress. And then Ike saw the light. He saw that holy light that one inevitably witnesses before they die, the small glimpse of heaven. Except Ike was sure he wasn't dead, or dying for that matter. And if this was heaven, there was one smokin' hot Jesus standing in front of him.
"Sweet Jesus," he said, brown eyes large and jaw slack. Was it a totally hot transvestite Jesus with a surprisingly slim and feminine body with perfectly shapen breasts and bright pink underwear? No, it was Elle. And Elle was... was... well, to make simple, Ike was drooling a little. He licked said drool off the corner of his mouth, still gaping at her. She could totally make money off that. 'Shake your money maker'. Like that song. Ike secretly guessed that Elle was filthy rich. He bet if she just pulled off her pants in public, people would throw bags and bags of money at her.
Money was not what Ike wanted to throw at Elle, though. He unzipped his pants and tripped himself trying to remove them from his person. But as quickly as he had fallen to the floor, he was on his feet again, throwing the pants to the side with his shirt-plus-udder. Then he did throw something at Elle: himself. The act was hardly graceful, but when was such a word ever associated with Ike anyway? Wearing only his boxers, socks, and the cowbell around his neck, Ike fell to the floor ontop of Elle--it was padded heavily with blankets and pillows, so (luckily) falling on it couldn't hurt much.
Ike was sprawled on top of Elle now, thinking that since they were lying down, exciting and much anticipated things were going to happen. The problem was that he hadn't taken into account the increased difficulty involving taking Elle's undergarments off when she was lying on her back as opposed to when she was standing up. Oops. This problem hardly deterred Ike, however. Kissing her again, his tongue exploring her mouth, he reached one hand beneath her and tried to get ahold of the clasp of her bra. He was so caught up in her mouth that he yanked the pink material roughly, thinking that the clasp had been unhooked.
RIP!
Elle's bra tore into two hardly equal pieces, and there was a moment in which Ike broke the kiss to stare through the darkness at the shred of it in his hand. "Uh... Yeah..." He looked back at her face. "Definitely did that on purpose." Instead of the moment with much undue concern about clothing, Ike pulled the shreds of bra away from Elle and tossed them aside and brought a hand up to cup her breast, kissing her again.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Nov 2, 2007 16:50:27 GMT -6
Ike was looking at her like she was some sort of lamb, and he was the wolf getting ready to pounce. His eyes wide with greed, and his jaw slightly open like he'd like to taste that. She looked up at him, scrutinizing his face trying to read what he was thinking. In times like these she wasn't sure if he liked it or not, and she truly wished she had the power to read minds. But it was times when he doesn't think at all, or does something stupid, she was glad she couldn't read what he was really thinking. Some minds were just meant to be left alone, just for the safety of others.
"Sweet Jesus,"
Ellendies cheeks turned a deep red color. He liked what he saw supposedly. She only wished that he would now stop staring at her and do somethi- He pounced on her and the next thing Elle knew was her head was on the pillow slightly and her whole body covered by Ike himself. His cow bell wrang loudly in her face, and she snatched it stopping the ringing. The bell had to go. She was about ready to take it off when his lips were on hers, and his tongue was sliding in her mouth.
There was just so much to take in at one second. The way he was kissing her, his weight and how he felt on top of her, and now his his hand sliding behind her. She needed two seconds to catch her breath, thats all, two seconds. His hands were tugging at her bra and she could feel the material getting ready to break. But she wasn't able to say anything with his tongue in her mouth, and her head not being able to think of anything else but him. The bra snapped and he just disreguarded it quickly. She blinked up at him when eh broke the kiss, breathing deeply, her stomach pressed into his own.
"Uh... Yeah... Definitely did that on purpose."
Elle just nodded not really giving a crap about her bra. She had others and if she really wanted too shecould always replace it. She felt his hand slide up to her breast, and her body reacted to the feel of him. She let out a soft moan, not wanting him to move his hand, and then his lips over over hers once more. She kissed him back just as pationately as he was kissing her. But something in her head made her panic slightly.
She pulled bac, breathing hard and into Ike's neck, "Ike," she whispered, "Go slow..." She kept her hand on his chest and twirled her finger around some of his chest hair. "Let's get zis bell off you..." she bit her lip, taking deep breaths trying breathe again. She slid her hand under his bell and pulled it over his head, it dinging softly as she did. She set it to the side and kissed his neck, running her feet along his leg some, and stopping once she felt his socks. She giggled and kissed along his shoulder, "You... forgot... your socks."
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Post by purrfection on Nov 4, 2007 13:15:26 GMT -6
Elle's hair smelled good. Just the same as it smelled everytime Ike got this close to it, but something about this time made it better than ever before. Ike was so physically attracted to Elle at that point that she might as well have been a plastic dummy. (Very life-like plastic.) He was so concerned with having her right then that he wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing--for all he cared, she could just lie there on the blankets the entire time and let him do all the work. His one-track mind was barrelling one-hundred miles per hour down a one-lane highway. Destination: Elle's panties.
As selfish as it might seem to anyone else, Ike had very good reason to be acting the way he was. The best one was that he was male, and the portion of his brain responsable for logic and reasoning was severely underdeveloped. Right now he was worried about one thing and one thing only: sex. Not foreplay, sex. Not making Elle feel comfortable (though at a very basic level this was taken into account). In fact, Ike was seriously considering, from the way Elle was reacting to him, just taking her right there and skipping everything in between. Elle's voice broke through his thought process (or lack thereof).
"Ike, go slow..."
Ike lifted his head from where it had been positioned near Elle's other breast, and tried to turn it toward hers, but she was breathing heavily into his neck and he could not. The sentence was simple enough for his brain to comprehend, but it wasn't really his brain that needed telling.
"Let's get zis bell off you..."
Half-impatient, half-crestfallen, Ike intently studied a lock of Elle's blonde hair, making no move to stop her as she removed the cowbell hanging around his neck and set it down nearby. He had been on a roll and now that everything had slowed down so much, he didn't know how to handle the situation. It was as though he was a hungry dog and someone was dangling a juicy piece of meat in front of his face while simultaneously ordering him not to eat it. He waited as Elle kissed his neck, his brain consciously deciding how his body should react. He didn't want to go slow. It was childish, but it was the truth. But he couldn't tell Elle that he didn't want to do this her way. No matter how stupid he might be, Ike knew that upsetting a female to whom he was about to have sex was just about the most moronic thing he could do.
"You... forgot... your socks."
On the other hand...
Ike looked down at Elle as she giggled and felt his socks with her bare feet. Maybe he could deal with this. Maybe they didn't have to go fast. He grinned suddenly and said, "Wanna try to take them off?" He waggled his eyebrows, regardless of the fact that socks held very little sexual significance. But if they were going to go slow, they had to at least make it interesting.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Nov 5, 2007 19:10:42 GMT -6
"Wanna try to take them off?"
Ellendie lifted her head up and looked at Ike. His eyebrows were waggling around and she started giggling. This was good, something to slow him down some, give her time to breathe and catch up to him. She nodded up at him, "Uh 'uh." She pushed him lightly so he was now on his back, and she was on top, her thighs on either side of him. She leaned down and kissed his lips, nipping the bottom lip gently.
She wasn't sure if she really liked being on top. There wasn't Ike's warmth and the feel of his weight. She wasn't as close to him as she was underneath. But she had a little bit of control here. And that made her feel sort of confident, even if she didn't know exactly what to do. There was about three seconds of awkwardness, and then she decided that leaning down, kissing down his chest was a good idea. Once she got towards his boxers, she lifted her head some, and ran her hands slowly down the front of him, teasing slightly. She bit her lip and slid down to his feet, her fingers trailing down his legs. She slid off his socks slowly, and tossed them to the side.
Once his feet were free she sat there biting her lip now at a loss on what to do. She played with her fingers and shrugged slightly at Ike looking at him with lost helpless eyes. Why was this so difficult for her? Was it that she was so nervous at doing something wrong that she didn't want to do anything at all? Or was it that she just wasn't sure how this all worked? It was all of them combined, but still, why not know where to move? She crawled over to him again and sat next to him, a small benevolent smile on her face. Her small hand found it's way to his chest again, and her fingers twirled his small chest hair.
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Post by purrfection on Nov 11, 2007 16:37:30 GMT -6
Ike let Elle push him onto his back and straddle him. The idea that she might want to take control had not crossed his mind--she had given him every indication that she wanted him to take the lead, and when he had, she hadn't tried to stop him. He waited with interest for her to do something new and exciting. Maybe she really was a prostitute on the weekends and was just playing innocent so she could take him by surprise. Ike's Uncle Herman had once told him that prostitutes each had their own unique trait, something that set them apart from all their colleagues (lord knows prostitution isn't the most original career in the world). For instance, Herman himself had once had a go with a woman who had eight vaginas. Ike didn't know if the vaginas were all indigenous to one place on the body or if they were spread out--Herman hadn't specified.
Now, Ike was really wishing Herman had specified. What should Ike expect with Elle? Might she have multiple vaginas or... well, she was almost entirely naked at this point, so there weren't many other options unless she had a boob on her butt cheek. He suddenly had a terrible curiosity to see her with her panties off, and not for the obvious reasons. But Elle obviously had other ideas. She kissed him slowly and deliberately, biting at his lower lip; Ike returned the kiss, trying to contain himself with the promise of getting to see more than one vagina at the same time.
Suddenly he felt Elle's warm mouth trailing its way down his chest, eventually reaching his boxers. There was a slight pause, and then her equally warm hands ran over him in a feather light touth. He shifted in anticipation, wanting her to linger there, but she continued on her way, down his legs and to his socks. He waited as she removed the garments. He felt his body temperature rising and a pleasant aching in his groin. When Elle was next to him again, playing with his chest hair, he couldn't just lay there anymore.
"Eeellle..." He meant it as a whine, but it came out more lustful than complaintive. He propped himself up on one hand so that they were face-to-face and caught her mouth in another kiss while his other hand grazed the fabric at her waist. "Can I take these off now?" he mumbled against her lips, shifting his body closer to hers.
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