Babs Tease, Babs Tease

You are Anon.  A perfectly normal 17 year old human living in Manehatten.  Which is not unexpected, considering everyone else is a human too.  And come to think of it you’re actually 18 today.  Practically fully grown.  Bet they wouldn’t even bother asking for an ID card if you tried to buy model airplane cement on your own  Not that you would though, since you are a good boy.

You live with your Mom Coco Polomare in a pretty swank apartment downtown.  All told you don’t have much to complain about…

”Hey!  Howe’s it hangin' squit?”

Except for this bitch right here.  Your orange tanned pink haired older neighbor girl from across the hall.

“Hey Babs.  Parents kick you out again?”

”Oh hawdeehawhaw, vary funny ya little fag.”

“Dammit Babs, I’m not a fag you dyke.”

Bab’s face lit up with anger.

”And I keep tellin' ya ahm not a dyke ya liddle clahm tease, so unless you wanna pud up or shuddup-“

A faint voice called from the studio.

”Babs, is that you?”

The girl’s attitude and demeanor suddenly changed, her eyes shifting from predatory slits to wide innocent orbs.  She quickly smoothed out her white pleated skirt, pulling the hem down level with her knees. She pulled her pale blue blouse out, showing just a flash of her smooth orange tummy to you before tucking it back into her skirt.  She brushed her long pink bangs out of her face and tucked them behind her ears.  The trashy mouthed bitch actually looked respectable, like she always did when your mom was around.

”Yus it iz Miss Polomare!”

Your mommy, the world famous fashionista, stepped into the living room.  Wait, you meant mom.  Mother.  Goddammit, you're 18 man, get it together.

“Oh good!  Thanks for coming over on such short notice.  They’re doing a reunion tour of Hinny of the Hills in Las Pegasus and somehow the costumes got completely soaked in some kind of clear viscous liquid with a strong odor.”

Your Mom makes a scrunchy face, then quickly shakes it off.

”So they need me to do an emergency set of costumes.”

She looks over at you.

”I’m sorry this came up on your big birthday sweetheart, but this show is how I made my big break all those years ago.  I owe them quite alot.   I’ll make it up to you when I get back.  With what they’re paying me I could take you and all your friends wherever you want.”

"I really don't need a babysitter mo-"

”Fuggedaboutit Misses P!  I’ll take good care ah Anon.  I’m shuh we’ll have a ton ah fun while ya away.”

”I’m sure you will dear.  It’s so sweet how you two get along like brother and sister!”

Babs actually blushed at that.  Holy shit she hardly ever blushed.  The bitch was totally shameless.  What the heck?

Coco picked up a large antique wooden steamer trunk with one hand, hanging it back over her shoulder.  You could hear the metal handle creak under the strain.

”Well, I’ll leave you to it.  Toodles!”

And with that, she was gone.  You were now trapped with Boston’s baked bitch.  Cautiously, you looked over at Babs.  Her eyes seemed a thousand miles away as she twirled her soft pink hair on her finger.  She caught you staring at her, snapping her out of her reverie.

”Well champ, you ahre the birthday boy, so I suppose I could let you do what you want… just for today…”

You jaw is still slack.  Alarms are sounding.  What the heck is this?  Some devious new trap?  And what’s with that look on her face?  Since when could this cun… I mean girl pull off cute?  You decide to test the waters.

“Ummm, how about ice cream?  And uh, a movie?”

”Sher thing, yer the boss.”

”An R rated movie!” you shout before thinking.

Shit, did you push too far?!

”Oh, so you think yer all mature now, huh?” she smiles at you teasingly.

“Yeah!  I totally can watch mature movies!”

A half hour later.  You two are watching Slasher X Hunter, some horribly illegal completely uncensored version that she must have won from a friendly zenobyte after solving a hyper dimensional puzzle box.

You’ve never been more terrified in your life.  You don't think you’ve pissed your pants, but there have been near mishaps.

John Cena has made it to some kind of summer camp with a group of teenagers.  You still don’t know whether he’s the hunter or the slasher.

You peek over at Babs.  She’s got the biggest possible shit eating grin on her face as she looks over at you.  She’s just leaning back on the couch, eating her ice cream.  One leg is on the floor, the other sitting on the couch cushion, knee pulled up to her chest- !

It’s tough to tell in the dark, but you think you see a flash of orange and pink as she stretches out, arms raising above her head and leg returning to the floor.

“See somethin' ya like squirt?”

You open your mouth then close it.  Nothing smartass springs to mind.  This usually never happens to you.  It may be stress.  Honestly she should be flattered.  You stammer out the first thing that pops into your head.

“M-maybe?”

Smooth.  She actually looks satisfied by your answer as you turn back to the movie.  John Cena seems to be wrestling with one of the summer camp girls.  She’s tiny, but he can’t quite seem to flip her over.

”Hey, why dontcha sit up heah?”  Babs pats the spot beside her.  “You ah sposed to watch these kindsa flicks all snuggled up like, ya know.”

Part of you wants to be a man and say no, but the rest of you is screaming don’t be a faggot.

You scoot up beside her.  You are surprised when she wraps an arm around you, but quickly find it comforting.  She’s really not paying you much attention now, her eyes are glued to the screen.  It looks like the small girl called for backup, because Cena now has 3 girls wrestling him.

”Oh wowwy,  I didn’t realize how racy this flick was gonna be…”

Babs hand is slowly rubbing up and down your arm.  It feels pretty nice.  You glance over and see her other hand just sitting in her lap.  Her pointer and middle fingers are making a slow rhythmic circle motion against her skirt...

Your eyes jerk back to the screen.  Several things click in your head at once.  John Cena is not wrestling those three girls.  Those girls are in fact very naked.  And those very naked girls are getting wrecked by an equally very naked John Cena.

You really look at Babs this time.  Her eyes are glazed, probably imagining Cena working her over like those girls.  Her breathing is ragged, legs unconsciously spreading further apart.  Her knee is rubbing up against your thigh.

Her hands however haven’t sped up.  Her hand continues to trace up and down the smooth skin of your arm, fingernails lightly dragging.  Her right hand continues its small circle, her skirt having ridden up just a little bit.

She’s totally getting off, and she’s doing it while sitting right beside you.  At that thought your erection had come hard, fast, and painful.  All you were wearing was thin grey cotton shorts and a Scooby Doo t-shirt.  It was only a matter of time until she noticed and took the upper hand.

Thinking back, that’s always been the problem with Babs.  She acts so fucking unlikeable, always teasing you.

But you still like her.  The thought hangs in the air as you make a conscious choice.  You were gonna tease *her* this time.  You were gonna tease her until she begged you-

”Uhh, umm, huuhh… Anon.  Maybe this wuz a bad idea.  I need ta take care of sum grownup stuff so…”

Babs hand sped up.  Nope.  Nonononope.  Not this time Babs.  You reach over and place your hand on her knee.  Marveling at how smooth her legs are, you rub your hand along her inner thigh.  Her pale green eyes look at you, confused, but her hand doesn’t stop.  Bab's hand finally pauses as your hand hooks the back of her knee.  You lean back a little and pull, pivoting her around to where your facing each other.

Her one leg is on the ground, her other now up on the couch, pulled up against her chest like before.  Her white skirt bunched up as it was forced higher by her leg.

Babs sits frozen as she realizes she is fully exposed to you. You were right, she wasnt wearing any panties under that skurt.  Your eyes devour every detail as you absentmindedly rub your hands against her smooth thighs. Smooth orange lips with a small patch of soft curly pink hair just above greet you.

Her slightly parted lips are shiny, beads of her arousal clearly visible where they continue to drip down her inner thigh. Her two fingers are motionless, still resting on her hood, where they were previously teasing her clit.

Seconds pass before she regains control of her voice box.

"He..hey! Wuts the big idea ya palooka?! Ya cant just-”

Before she can say anything else you’ve already hooked both her legs, tilting her back. Gravity does most of the dirty work and she gives a surprised squeak as she falls backwards onto the thick, plush couch cushions. Thrown completely off balance, she bounces, her tits jiggling beneath her blouse.

You quickly press your advantage, crawling forward and working your knees underneath her legs. They naturally spread out and wrap behind you as you feel the squishy warmth of her soft ass against your upper thighs.

”Uh… Anon…”

Her green eyes stare into yours with confusion.  Things seem to be spiraling out of her control.  You rub both your hands up and down the top of her smooth thighs, occasionally gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

She’s always been a little bit taller than you standing, but that doesn’t make much difference from this position.  Her skirt has basically inverted, flipped upward on her tummy by her legs spreading.

Finally getting the lay of the land, you reach down and softly place your hand atop her mound.  She gasps as you rub your fingers through her soft patch of fur, thumb resting against her hood.  Her lips part as a gasp escapes them, her eyes returning to the glazed look she had earlier.  Finally you trust yourself to speak without your voice breaking.

“I’m the birthday boy, right?”

”Yeah… dat you are champ…”

Another gasp escapes her as your thumb circles her clit, teasing her hood like you saw her do earlier.

”Sooo, I can do what I want, right?”

Babs nods along as she stares into your eyes.

”Uh huh…mmm, da birthday boy… can do whutevah… he… wants.”

She smiles as she reaches back and grabs your hips, pulling your still covered erection against her dripping slit.  You can feel her heat as your shorts wick up the moisture.  Her legs clamp behind you.

”Ya better not leave me hangin' this time, ya liddle clahm tease…”

Babs rolls her hips to grind against you, desperately trying to get more of you in spite of the cotton encumbrance in the way.  Her legs are wrapped tightly behind your back, making it impossible to get up and remove your shorts.

Mind racing, you finally remember that cotton is flexible, and pull the waistband down.  Your cock springs free from its wrongful imprisonment.

”Mmm… is dat for me Anon?  Dat’s sweet, but I didn’t get a thing for you…” she said teasingly.

“Really?  Cause it looks like you got me exactly what I wanted…”

Anon has evolved into Casanova.  Ah yeah baby.  You rub the head of your cock up and down her slit.  Her lips part easily, inviting your penis to come inside and hang out.  You are quickly coated in her slick, sweet, syrupy wetness.

”Dammit Anon, stahp teasin' me and-“

*DING DONG*

The doorbell rings suddenly.  You and Babs stare at each other and spring apart like scalded cats.  You are both a mess, Bab’s normally neat hair disheveled and your shorts soaked where you had ground up against each other.  John Cena was on the big screen just pounding away.

You can hear the door open in the foyer.  Shitshitshit!  Only a few people would just walk into here, and they are all related to you or Babs.

”Hello!  Babs, are you in here?  You’re late for dinner!”

It was Babs mom, Mrs. Orange.  Your mind could not recall her first name due to sheer panic invading your OODA loop.

Babs quickly turns off the TV.  She looks you up and down, your erection still standing proud from your soaked shorts.  She shakes her head, what a waste.

”Sowwy about dis, squirt.”

She proceeds to pour the cold remainder of the ice cream directly onto you dick.  The orange girl manages to look guilty as tears of betrayal threaten to form on your face, your boner retreating back to the depths from whence it came.  Your already overloaded brain shuts down as the cold invades your very soul.

”Oh, there you children are!  We’ve got dinner ready if you-“

Her eyes quickly survey the scene.  You are both sitting on the couch, you on the verge of tears as you discover there is an ice cream headache equivalent for your dick.  Your shorts are covered in the stuff.  Babs is also a mess, skirt rumpled, hair askew, and blouse untucked.

”Oh Babs…”

Auntie Orange shakes her head in disappointment.

”W-wait a minute, wouldya?  I can explain-“

”You really couldn’t go a day without picking on Anon?  And on his birthday too.  Tsk.”

”Wut?  Naw I wuznt, we wuz-“

Quickly regaining your faculties, you make the “ixnay on the oreplayfay” motion across your neck to her.

”I don’t want to hear it young lady.  You head to the bathroom and make yourself presentable.  Anon, you are welcome for dinner as well after you clean up.”

And with that, Babs was drug protesting from the apartment by her ear.  How Babs acquired her accent was a mystery considering her prim and proper parents.

As you showered off the cold mess, you suspect not all of the pain in your balls was from the ice cream.  The “blue” feeling wasn’t from the cold, it was from being so close to the heat and having it taken away.  Well, you’d just have to see what happens at dinner.