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AnimeCon Harem 4: Better Late than Never
🕑 Added 2018-01-08 07:25:49 +0000 UTCPresent day
Brians FINALLY free from her evil clutches for one moment, so that things could maybe start to turn around. I cant STAND to just let her keep hurting him anymore. Or WORSE, decide to try to get back together with him. No. Just, no.
Just...um, just one more time, before I have to go, Emily decided sheepishly, locking and tugging on her doorknob for good measure. As she slowly spread her thighs, feeling the fishnet body stocking of her cosplay stretching and shifting against her bare skin, the hemmed opening between her legs gaped open, exposing her blushing pink labia. To help clear my head. Yeah.
Her carefully fingertips glided easily into those gleaming wet folds, and a shudder went through her. Emily had been unusually soaked down there lately. She didnt even feel wet just down thereit was as if that same slippery, slick sensation, that sexual need was seeping throughout every nook and cranny of her cerebrum, lubricating her thoughts into a certain sexual direction.
A finger slipped deep insidebut she imagined right now that it was Brian pushing himself into her, Brian wrapping his arms around her. Emily felt a silly smile of satisfaction spread across her face. A weird feeling flowed through her, and her eyes dazed going blank, seeing something like a pattern of light refraction upon a pool of disturbed water. Mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.
She pretended Brian had his strong arms trapping her in a tight embrace, that her small breasts were squashed up against his bare chest, and that her face was nestled perfectly into his neck. Maybe he would whisper an apology for the things he was about to do to herfor the primitive, violent ways he was going to use her to vent out his lust. A helpless growl, already lost to desire.
Do ittt, Emily might urge him, her lips just beneath his ear. F-fuck me. Break me if you have to. Fuck me with everything you have, even if its more than my brain can handle, even if it turns me stupid. J-just FUCK ME. She squeezed, nearly pushing her own finger out of herself as she clenched and flexed, and almost toppled over backwards.
Fuuuck. Emily scrambled over to withdraw the small bullet-shaped vibrator hidden in the jewelry box beneath her bed, and hopped up onto the mattress to straddle one of her pillows with her knees. Wetting her lips in anticipation, she rose up and pointed the gently buzzing tool at her slippery slit, breathing heavily.
There isnt much time before Rebecca gets here... I really shouldnt. But, wellfuck, Ive gotta do SOMETHING, or I'm going to... to overflow. The tiny silver bullet wasnt technically meant for insertion, as it didnt have a safety tail for withdrawal, and in fact wasnt able to vibrate as powerfully when trapped inside but that never mattered to Emily.
After the horrifying experience wetting herself when shed passed out at that homecoming party, shed started several different kegel routines to ensure it never, ever happened again. At this point, she was proficient enough controlling the different sets of muscles along her pelvic floor that she could almost draw the vibrator completely inside herself without using her fingers, and she naturally had no worries about expelling it. That the only exercises shed ever been able to keep up with were only because shed intrinsically linked them to her masturbation habits was an irony not lost on her.
Blue droplets of light shimmered across her vision in a dazzling slosh of surf and spray, and she let the vibrator sink deep inside of her, capsizing rational thought. It wasn't warm like she wanted itit wasn't Brian like she wanted it, but it was something.
The loose cosplay yukata had been hanging open, but now she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall down to reveal a prominent pair of nipples, straining against the netting of her body stocking. She tightened, and the vibrator halfway emerged, forced out of her. She stopped it with her middle finger and slid it back in, exhaling a shaky breath and biting down on her lower lip as she watched herself in the vertical mirror hung on her closet door with interest. This fishnet really is badass. Snug sorta texture really outlines my contours, makes 'em stand out. Looks fuckin erotic.
She let the vibrator bob in and out of her a few times, revelling at the dazed, sexy face reflected back at her, and then closed a hand over herself, holding the humming vibrator bullet inside. Clamping down in sequence, letting it pulsate back and forth within her as she toyed with her clit.
OoOoh, fuck me. FUCK ME. Her hips shook, a twitching, involuntary shudder dry-humping against her pillow. Fuuuck me. Emily's breath hitched, and, finallyshe fell just shy of climaxing.
"Oh, c'mon," she panted in frustration, gripping her messy bedsheets as she rocked and grinded against her pillow. Dropping down into position on all fours, she wriggled and twisted, delighting in the feel of the fishnet hugging tight to every inch of nubile flesh. C'mon...
Dontcha wanna fuck me, Brian? I betcha do, Emily taunted, turning so she could smile mischievously over her own shoulder at herself in the mirror and wiggling her bottom in the air. She loved the idea of tantalizing him with her cute buttpresenting herself to him, goading him on. Sometimes she spent quite a while like this, playing out her little scenario and pretending he was there in the room with her. She could practically see him, struggling with indecision, attempting to maintain his composure in that adorable Brian way.
What would be going through his head, if he saw me like this? Emily wondered. Would he really like, realize the drinking way back then was an act, this stupid charade to mask those old too-fragile fucking feelings? Realize that I was hot for him? Or would he be disappointed? Over their years of friendship, only that one incident had become the rift that put a distance between them. In a perverse way, however, even that could be a major turn-on for her, though.
Your little Emily had a bit to drink and became just another stupid horny teenage girl. Coming on to whatever guy was nearby, tequila rolling off her breath and EASY written in her eyes. The shameful feeling washing over her only aroused her even more.
Thats right, be disappointed. USE me, sall Im good for, right? She fantasized that they were sharing that sofa again, back during the party at Aunt Matties place. In no time at all she was frigging herself again with the vibrating bullet in a steady series of wet sounds, allowing her imagination to grow more and more brutally pornographic.
Think of me with contempt, rip the button off my jeans. Shove your hand down into my panties. Yank them down, tear them, I dont care. You dont have to be gentle with some stupid fuckin whore like me, anymore. But please, just fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!
Thats it, Brian. Im your SLUT. Take it all out. Take all your frustrations out on me, Emily imagined his fingers twining into her hair and pulling her forcibly to crush her mouth against his in a violent exchange of tongues. Senselessly swapping spit and saliva, her shaking fingers would explore down the firm lines of his abdominal muscles, gripping hold of his dick.
His THICK dick. She remembered giddily pestering his first girlfriend Alyssa for all sorts of juicy detailsthe girl had, in a husky, shy whisper, described it as thick. Brian suddenly on top of her, his weight pinning her down into the cushioning of that couch from back then, pushing the breath out of her. Imagining him breathing in her ear, his voice ragged and dangerous as he teetered out of control.
Sometimes, imagining Brian as a gentle lover did it for her, sweet words and loving kisses but just as often, picturing Brian like this, that jaded Brian, the one that was disappointed, disgusted with what an easy lay his longtime friend had become really got her off. Emily quivered, eyes dazed and buried her goofy grin into her pillow. If Brian had actually been there, he would have found her unbelievably wet.
Emily wanted manhandled by him. It was common knowledge among their circle of friends that while Emily didnt really like being touched, and she hated being picked upbut with Brian, it was different. She wanted him to position her. Wanted him to shove her down upon her back and pull her ankles up into the air, to nearly fold her in half as he pressed down onto herinto her. Her cute feet raised up together to rest on his shoulders as he pushed deep, deep inside of her... a position that featured vividly in many of her idle fantasies.
Cmon c-cmon However, as shed feared, release was lingering just out of reach. The vibrator just wasnt cutting it today, and the dull buzzing of the slender bullet-shaped tool fell silent and was nudged aside in the folds of the covers.
And why would Brian have all sorts of stress and frustration in the first place? Ugh, I cant stand it. I CANT STAND IT. Chloe, couldnt you just leave him be? Havent you done enough damage? Chloe, with your stupid superior little smile. You think its okay to just drop my Brian whenever it suits you and then pick him right back up wherever you left off?! What about what that fucking does to him? What about his feelings?! What about MY
She stared in silent, dumbfounded disbelief, eyes beginning to water at the revelation. Her trembling hands clutched about her chest, which was rising and falling in quick succession with her breath.
feelings? Emilys breath hitched, overcome with emotion. My fucking FEELINGS?! N-no way. Im over him, right? Im WAY over him by now, its been its been so many years, theres no way. This this is just some fantasy to flick myself to. Im not REALLY in love with him!
Something in the forbidden recesses of Emilys mind, some last stubborn pocket of resistance was uncorked with an odd pwoop sound, and the most deeply repressed feelings gushed out all at once in a burst of bubbles and flickering flashes of blue light. A violent surge of glimmering emotions and memories swilled and swirled throughout her head, pushing away the last vestiges of the stagnant and muddy waters clouding her thoughts.
Im completely in fucking love with him. The one truth, the one secret buried within herself in depths so deep shed never, ever been able to admit it. Several friends had speculated along the way, and even more probably guessed. Yet, shed always remained adamant in denying it. At what point did I even start telling myself I was ever over him?!
Fuck me, Im so stupid, Emily thought to herself, shaking her head. Shed been at such a loss, so completely unable to figure out what to do with Brians situation, and why? Because I was deliberately... not going there. Because I dont go there. I never go there, not since what happened, that one... STUPID fucking night. But now, what if I actually DO go there?
Brian, I She snapped her mouth closed, intensely embarrassed. Without realizing it, her fingers had delved back inside her insatiable slit, working with newfound enthusiasm. Sh-shit, what if someoned overheard me? But... I guess it really is the truth, isnt it? I love you.
Fuck me, I said it. Out loud. Its already out now. I cant take it back. The words are like, in the air now. Its all going to spill out.
I love you, Brian. I love you, she found herself saying, before she could clamp her free hand over her mouth. Fuck. Fuck, fuck. She was surprised to feel an enormous smile of relief and happiness hidden beneath. Her other hand continued on in an unbidden frenzy, stirring succulent sensations that sent pure streams of blue coursing throughout her body. Warily, as if unsure of what words were going to come out, she took a deep breath, as one would before plunging themselves deep underwater.
I love you. Okay? Ive always fuckin loved you. Im so in fucking love with you that I dont know what to do. I never did. But I love you. I love you. You dont need Chloe backy-you never fucking needed her. Ever. Youre worth so much more than that. Yourey-y-youre fucking everything to me. All the words shed been holding in for years erupted out like a clear spring, an immensely satisfying blue current, undiluted and powerful enough to wash away all of her worries.
Iloveyou!
And then she creamed herself, cumming and cumming and cumming in an enormous rolling wave like shed never experienced before. Eyelashes fluttering and mouth puckering open in surprise, she felt herself undulate, her breasts quivering as each muscle down her abdomen flexed in a succulent ripple. Emilys cute little bottom lifted up off the bed once, twice, altogether three times, and her eager snatch, sopping wet with her unchecked arousal, spasmed wildly all the while. Her past orgasms now all seemed petty, tense little pleasures, completely without compare to this unstoppable crest that swept through her entire body.
Sh-shit, this is. Is. Bad. Now it wontthis wont, like, stop pouring out. This um, thesethese FEELINGS. How am I ever going to be able to hide anything from him now?
Hurriedly checking the time on her phone, she realized that not only had more than forty-five minutes gone by, but there were several missed messages from Rebecca.
Mara Thorferra: Here in ur driveway
Mara Thorferra: Emily im here
Mara Thorferra: Emilyyyy
Ssshit! Emilys faced flushed red, bashfully pulling the rest of her cosplay back on as quickly as she could. A last tiny tremor shivered down the inside of her legs. Im coming, Im coming! Emily didnt find herself feeling exhausted as her luxuriant tremors subsided, and to her surprise, she rose up easily in a smooth, languid motion off the bed and onto her feet. Shed always thought that a really great orgasm was like being hit by a typhoon, and it wasonly, this time, she was the typhoon.
That wasnt my fault, I HAD to take care of that, she told herself. Her wig was stored inside-out in its protective sleeve and tucked under an arm with her ninja shoes. A spare change of clothes and her overnight pouch of toiletries, along with what remained of her savings, were already crammed into the backpack she slung haphazardly over one shoulder. Flitting frantically around her bedroom for anything she might have missed, she grimaced and finally snatched the heavy bottle half-hidden behind her nightstand, and then broke into a run down the hallway for the front door.
It really WASNT my fault! She felt that uncontrollable torrent just had to be poured out somehow, or shed have been in trouble. Now, it was nothing but a strange smile she couldnt conceal, a euphoric light-headedness. It would have been a struggle for her thoughts to even stay afloat, save for the fact that the beautiful blue coursing through her head now swirled and circled around this one particular person firmly anchored in her heart.
* * *
Oh, Emmie Rebecca murmured, stepping out of her car as she noticed what her friend was carrying in her free hand. I dont think thats really a good idea?
This? Emily snorted, hefting the bottle up with a grin. This isnt an idea at all, this is straight bourbon. Slike, what, the opposite of having good ideas, right?
Emily no, Rebecca frowned. Youre not going to drink. You dont drink.
Im old enough, and I can drink whenever I want, Emily said defensively. I drink sometimes, every now and then. I bet I drink way more than you.
Releasing a long, exasperated sigh, Rebecca took the neck of the bottle in her hand as though she was going to have to take it away from her smaller friend. Indignantly, Emily tried to yank it back. Only to discover that Rebeccas grip didnt budge a millimeter, the taller girl firmly planted there holding the neck of the bottle, solid and unmoving as a giant tree.
Cmon, this isnt funny
Emily, please, youre one of my best friends, Rebecca interrupted in a stern tone, And I love you. Weve all heard the story about the time you drank only a hundred times by now.
I didnt wet myself, you cant believe anything Brian
Oh well, I never heard that part. I heard you tried to kiss him? Rebecca cut in, a sly smile appearing across her sleepy features.
Yeah? Well, uh, I was drunk, alright? I thought itd be funny, Emily retorted, tugging at the unmoving bottle again. It was, kinda.
You know what? Rebecca continued. Thats what he thinks, too. But... I dont think its funny.
Rebecca? You werent even there, Emily growled. You dont know any
Bourbons not going to do you any favors, Emmie. Rebecca pointed out. You know, he pushed you away cause he actually thought you were drunk for real?
Shocked, Emily abruptly let go of the bottle and tumbled backwards spectacularly onto her ass.
Besides, this is awful... its the cheapest, most vile, absolute garbage you couldve possibly bought, Rebecca muttered with a sigh, shaking her head in dismay and squeezing the bourbon. This bottles made out of plastic, Emily.
Cmon, I was just actually hammered that night, Emily laughed nervously, clambering back up. You werent there. Dont go making all of it into some kinda weird
Youre doing that thing you do every time when you fib, Emmie.
Yeah? Thing, what thing?
Your mouth moves, and all these words come out.
Ha-hah, very funny. Why dont
This is a good chance for you, Emily. Things can work out. But you dont need this stuff, its garbage. Youre so much better than that.
No, Im not, Emily realized, aghast to find that her eyes were stinging with shame and disappointment. No, Im not
Sshh-sh-sh-shhh, Rebecca shushed, and wrapped her arms protectively around Emily. Emily, its fine, youre fine, everythings going to be just fine.
...You knew? Emily sniffled in a quiet voice. Since when? Why didnt you ever say something?
What would I say? Rebecca chuckled helplessly. I wasnt completely sure. And how could I speak out and cheer you on while youre so determined to keep everything all a big stupid secret? Brian doesnt know... but Chloe probably does. I think Will has it figured it out, too.
How would Will know anything? Emily asked, making a face. Hes practically
Because Wills always had a crush on you.
...Oh.
Yeah. But, enough about that, Rebecca said, squeezing Emily tight. Whats going on? Whats such a big crisis that it has you breaking out the bourbon?
Chloes there, Emily murmured into Rebeccas shoulder.
Chloes there? Rebecca echoed, giving her a look of confusion.
At the convention. Shes there now, Emily explained, pulling away and wiping her nose into her sleeve.
...Ah. Ahhhh.. Thats the emergency? Rebecca realized, making a face. But really? She insisted she wasnt going, like, a bazillion times? Made such a fuss over it. I know she can be a little... flighty, but
No, no. She planned this, somehow, Emily insisted, shaking her head. Whenever anyone brought up AnimeCon, she was the one shooting it down, making excuses, or saying like Brian wasnt gonna go. But then, whenever youd talk to Brian himself about it, youd get this totally different story.
Well, yeah, but
She had a costume ready, that she kept secret from everyone. I mean, theres nothing on her Chloe Ravioli account, and then she goes and posts Emily paused to swipe through photos on her phone before turning the display towards her friend, ...this on her other account.
Other account? Magical Doll Himari! Rebecca exclaimed in recognition, before narrowing her eyes and taking a closer look. Oh, mythats really... Chloe, isnt it? Oh my God! She has a Himari cosplay?!
Not something she picked up on a whim, either, Emily insisted. Scroll back further through her postsshe made all of that stuff, theres progress pictures. She was always planning on going to AnimeCon. Just, the rest of us didnt fit into her plans. This is all about her and Brian, somehow.
Now thats, uh, well Rebecca frowned, shaking her head. That seems like... a bit of a stretch? She
No, you dont understand, Emily breathed. She told me things. Things I was supposed to say to Brian. When I offered to be the one to give him back his apartment key that day, and, you know, make sure she hadnt forgotten anything there, you remember that? She told me this whole spiel, all of these specific things I had to say when I ran into him.
What did you say to him? Rebeccas eyes went wide.
I didnt say shit, Emily snorted. Hah, yeah right, like I was going to put all that on Brian, right then when he was at his worst.
Why? Rebecca asked, tilting her head quizzically.
Why? Whaddya mean, why? Emily blustered.
Its just, I thought isnt her rejecting Brian like that, um, good news for you?
Nothing that would hurt Brian is good news, Emily stated with finality, looking uncharacteristically serious. This... isnt about me right now, okay?
But maybe it can be? Rebecca teased, sticking out her tongue. What did she want you to say? Do you remember?
What she wanted me to say to him Emily let out a bitter laugh. Im never gonna forget it. But, can we get going? I can tell you on the way. I, yknow, I really want to get there, soon as we can.
Yeahof course, Rebecca said with giddy smile of anticipation, pulling open the drivers side door of the old station wagon and then... adjusting the seat all the way forward. Cmon, lets go!
Uhh, Emily remarked in surprise, What? Yeah? Youre gonna let me drive?
Snot a stick shift or anything, Rebecca laughed, tossing her keys to her friend as she crossed over to the passengers side. I trust you. We wanna get there fast, right?
I, uh, we... yes, Emily said quickly, deftly snatching the keys out of the air. We god-damned do want to get there fast. Thank you, Rebecca thank you. Brian, Chloe AnimeCon. Here we come.
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