Babs Tease, Babs Tease

Dinner is awkward.   Oh my gawd dinner is so awkward.  You are all sitting around the Orange's ornate dinner table, Mr. and Mrs. Orange at the ends, you and Babs across from each other.

The apartment is filled with furniture made of rich mahogany, and the air smells of many leather bound books.

You are wearing slacks and a white dress shirt, Babs a simple light blue sun dress and pearls.  Everything would be fine but she won’t.  Stop.  Blushing.  And because of that your boner won’t.  Go.  Down.

All your attempts to make eye contact have been foiled by her sudden interest in the glaze sauce surrounding her sliced chicken breast.

Time to bring out the big guns.  You slip your foot free of its dress shoe, and begin to creep across below the table.  It takes every ounce of self control not to shout victory as your foot brushes up against Bab’s.

Her eyes go wide as she finally looks up from her food.  The vague smile on your face is a mask as your eyes lock with hers.  As you rub your foot up and down her calf, you are rewarded with a smile, her lips parting ever so slightly.  The smile reaches her soft green eyes, her freckles framing-

”So Anon, your mother is out of town again for work?”

You nearly fall out of your seat as Mr. Orange addresses you.

“Uh, yes sir.  She had a fashion emergency in Las Pegasus.”

”Well, it would be a shame to spend your birthday alone.  You can sleep over here tonight if you want-“

”-and he could stay in my room,” Babs blurted out.

”Heh, it would be just like when you two were little kids having sleepovers,” reminisced Mrs. Orange.

By little kids she meant when you were 6 and Babs was 10.  That had been the last true sleepover before she started hanging out with her cousin and her pals.  Auntie Orange was actually right, it would probably end up being a lot like that, as Bab’s had used the opportunity to practice kissing on you.  The charms of it were lost on you back then.

Things continued on a similar note, the Orange’s retelling how Babs used to push you down then run away.  Apparently you had failed that test, you were expected to chase her.  Crying seemed the more logical course of action for five year old you.  Bab’s blushing never subsided during the course of dinner, as her past acts against you were all laid out.  The pieces began to fall into place.

You were understandably conflicted.  On one hand Babs had spent the last seven or so years tormenting you.  On the other hand after seeing her sans panties you really, reaally wanted to fuck her.  The fact that you were beginning to suspect she had been trying to groom you to fuck her, in her own awkward tomboy way made the suddenly demure older girl irresistible.

Dinner eventually ended.  Being a courteous young man, you offer to do the dishes.

”Umm, I’ll, uh, gib Anon a hand,” offered Babs.

You both clear the table in silence as Auntie and Uncle Orange head to the reading room or den or wherever it is fancy people go after eating.

As you begin placing dishes beneath the warm soapy water, your hand brushes up against hers.  You turn and and see Babs looking very intensely nonchalant.  Like you were playing chess and she didn’t want you to notice she moved her Bishop to set the Queen up for a two move checkmate.

Well, two can play at that game.  You firmly hook your pinkie around hers.

”A-Anon, w-wuts the big idea, whuddya think yer doin?” she stammers.

“Shhhh… just go with it,” you whisper in her ear, as you rub your pinkie against hers.

She blushed even more, but didn’t protest.  And so you both stand at the white porcelain sink, pinkies hooked together, washing dishes one handed and handing them off to Babs to rinse.

Finally after the last dish was rinsed Babs calmly dries off her hands, reaches way back, and slaps you right on your ass.  The crack echoes through the house.  You and Babs are on pins as needles as you wonder whether her parents heard it.

“What the Jesus Fuck Babs!”

”Dats for geddin too big for your britches!”

She glanced back down at your britches before the blushing came back, then stormed out of the kitchen.

You rub your ass as you ponder the events of the last few hours.  Nothing left but to go grab your clothes from your apartment for the sleepover.

As you step from the kitchen you are ambushed from the side!  Something soft and girl shaped has grabbed you!  Anon uses struggle!  It’s ineffective!  As a pair of lips circle around your earlobe, tongue darting in and out, you find yourself paralyzed.  Your eye twitches involuntarily and your mouth hangs open.

”Not so tough now, are ya?” whispers Babs.  “You’re MY toy, ya got dat, champ?”

You nod meekly as she strokes you through your pants.  As she speeds up, she stares directly into your eyes.  She hears you whimper as you get close, then the shit eating grin returns.  She stops.

”You cum when I say you can cum, capisce?”

“Everything except capisc-“

You are cut off as her soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is short, but sweet.  The now much more chipper Babs walks off whistling the theme to the Andy Griffith show, leaving you with an incredibly painful boner.  You lick your lips, tasting the orange glazed chicken she had for dinner.

More inner conflict.  You aren’t sure which Babs you like more, the cute blushing girl that’s dripping wet putty over any physical contact or the dominant bully that gives you hand jobs in the kitchen while biting your ear.

Tented pants in tow, you make your way across the hall to pick up your things.  A couple pairs of socks, some undies of the tighty whitey persuasion, a ninja turtles t shirt, pants, and your super comfy blue flannel pajamas all go into your trusty army rucksack.

Your toothbrush and various other small things go in the pouch.  Your stuffed bunny rabbit gets strapped to the molle webbing.  Can’t go to war without your battle buddy.

Returning to Bab’s apartment you find her parents cuddled up sitting on the couch watching news on TV.

”If you want to get changed we’re all gonna watch a movie together before bed.”

You find Bab’s room unoccupied and quickly change into your pajamas.  Grabbing your toothbrush, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

As you open the door to the bathroom, a sight greets you.  Babs is on the toilet, her white panties and white pink heart pajama pants down by her ankles.  You both stare for a few seconds, her eyes wide with shock.  A smile is painted wide across your face as you shut the door behind you.

”D-dammit Anon!”

“You should keep it down Babs, you don’t want your parents to come in here, do you?”

You quickly toothpaste up and begin brushing, then turn back around to Babs.

The fluorescent lights here are much better than they were in your living room during the movie.  She ineffectually tugs her pajama top down to try to cover herself, but it does no good.  You can clearly see her smooth, tanned lips, along with the small trickle of residual liquid.  Babs is blushing furiously as you stare.  Finally she sighs.

“Fine, you want a show, do ya?”

Babs leans back and spreads her legs to give you a clear view of her everything.  She smiles triumphantly as your instaboner clearly pushes your pajamas out.  Perhaps you should have worn those undies you packed, if only so you could be present in polite company.

You forget to move the toothbrush as her right hand drifts down between her legs.  Her eyes never leave you as her fingers gently circle the hood of her clit.  She licks her lips as she notices the small growing spot of precum becoming visible on your pajamas.

”Maybe ya should take dat out unless you want ta make a mess a yerself…”

Running her finger up and down her damp slit, she pauses to reach up and lick her index finger before pushing it slowly past her lips, then back out.  You can hear the quiet pop as it leaves her mouth.  Jesus, you were gonna ruin these pajama bottoms with all the precum.

She contemplates her finger, and glances back at your erect member.  Just as quickly, she closes her knees and pulls her panties and pajama bottoms back up.

”Shows ova, squirt.  Ya get tha picture now?  I’m da boss.”

She gives her fingers another lick before lightly rubbing them across your lips, then disappearing out the bathroom door.

You lick your lips.  A slightly salty taste, maybe the sour hint of sweat, and a faint wisp of Bab’s body wash are totally overpowered by the mint from the toothpaste.  You’d have to try it from the source.  At least a couple more times.  To see if you liked it.  For science.

Reluctantly rinsing your mouth out, you head to the living room.  Babs is sitting on the loveseat underneath a fleece blanket, her parents on the couch all snuggled up.

You consider sitting with her parents in order to make an echo in the Force, but you don’t really need any more Kreia points so you scooch up next to Babs.  She thoughtfully lets you under the blanket to snuggle up next to her.

The Oranges make an OMGTHATSSOCUTE face at you both.  They might have refrained if they had noticed Bab's hand almost immediately go down your pajama bottoms. Luckily the fleece blanket hid everything from their prying eyes.

If your penis could talk, it would likely be very upset at the way its been treated.  You wonder if too many hard to soft resets are bad for it without ejecting the disc first.

Awoken for the fifth time today with no relief in site, it’s a little bit wary.  Babs isn’t doing anything really special, just softly stroking your partly chubbed penis from the head, all the way down the shaft, and back up again.  The precum is eeeverywhere.  At this rate you were gonna need an IV to replace your precious fluids.

You realize this is the first time Babs has actually touched your dick directly.  Looking over, half her face in buried under the blanket, her eyes half lidded and looking away in embarrassment, the blush creeping up around her eyes.

Welp, diamonds.  Making a choice, you reach under the blanket and hold her hand.. This does have the unfortunate side effect of removing it from your dick.  You snuggle up tightly against her, your head buried up against the crook of her neck.  She seems confused at first, but quickly relaxes into the snuggle.  Your firmly intertwine your fingers with hers as she leans her head against yours and just enjoy the movie as a couple.

Sneaking a glance at the Oranges, it looks like they are cuddling up too.  It almost looks like they are playing rock paper scissors under the… Oh.  So that’s where Babs got it.  Without making any furtive movements, you carefully return your eyes to the tv and your attentions to Babs.

You honestly have no clue what you guys are watching.  Some sort of B movie on Netflix that somehow got in the Orange’s queue.  Something about mummies and mannequins?  Is this supposed to be horror?  I dunno, but the girl is pretty cute..  It doesn’t really matter.  You’ve been nuzzling Bab’s neck the entire time, planting kisses, her parents presence be damned.

Bab’s attempts to stifle her moans are driving you crazy.  Suddenly, you hear a surprised “MEEP” from your left.  Startled, you and Babs both turn.  Her earlobe had been in your mouth, though fortunately it slipped free easily due to the fact that you’ve been suckling it like a baby.

Auntie Orange is sitting on Mr. Orange’s lap underneath the covers.  Their faces are both very suspicious.  Like their hiding something.  Babs has a look of pure terror on her face and slowly turns back to the television.

Her eyes continue to stare away from her parents as she whispers to you through clenched teeth.

”Anon, we gotta git outa heah, right now.”

“But won’t they get suspicious?”

“Theah gonna be even more suspicious if we ah still here once mah starts movin on mah da's dick.”

The clouds part and the sun shines through.  You did always have a thing for Auntie Orange, always so ni-

Your train of thought crashes as Babs yanks your head to face her, and the only two survivors, a pair of kids, are eaten by a polar bear.

”Fuggedaboudit, short stuff.  The only Orange you ah gonna peel is mine, capisce?”

You are unceremoniously yanked up and dragged from the living room.  Squeaks and barely concealed panting quickly follow.

“Since when have your parents been exhibitionists?!” you ask as you hop on her bed.

”Since like fereva.  Don’t tell me ya never noticed.  I sweah they only act like dat when yer around...”

She flicks your dick with a snap of her hand.

”Don’t think I didn’ see ya poppin’ wood over my mah.”

“I’ll have you know I got that chub snuggling up with you.  The fact that your mom did something chub worthy after I already had one doesn’t mean boner rights transfer over to her.”

Bab’s cheeks are still puffed out in frustration, but her eyes soften.  You metaphorically stand your ground, legs crossed, boner tenting your pajamas out from your lap.  Tired of the stalemate, you roll forward, grab her hands, and yank her onto the bed.  Babs sprawls over you in a heap, all anger converted straight to confusion.

Its dark.  All light is gone from the world, replaced by wonderful marshmallow softness.  The gravity in this wonderful, strange land presses you down.  A sweet scent fills your nose, compelling you to wiggle your face back and forth.  Your arms wiggle and grope, finally managing to wrap around and meet behind the squishy weight on top of you.  Grabbing your other wrist, you lock your hands preventing its escape.  Muffled sounds are starting to filter through.  They probably aren’t important.

“Hey, wuts da big ideAAAAAA!”

Your mouth finally finds its target as you manage to work a button free with your teeth, freeing a nipple.  You greedily slurp it into your mouth as your hands grope beneath Bab’s pajamas.  Getting a firm grip on her wonderfully big backside you unconsciously grind your dick between her legs.

"Ahhh, don't… jus’ tease me again Anon!”