The Door was #$%&ing Closed!

An Adagio Dazzle and Passive Voice story

A modest sequel to Calendar Girls

Adagio slowly got up. She didn’t have work, and hopeful she wasn’t dreaming about what day it was. She looked at the first generation Android phone on the nightstand and sighed. It was Spring Break, and she had an entire week off. She looked at Passive Voice who was enjoying his Spring Break as well. She grinned, leaned over, and kissed him. Both of them had been tired beyond words last night.

Sonata had offered to cook dinner, which ended up being tacos, but she had done a passable job. The one set back was that Passive’s little brother and sister both had gotten sick. Active, his little brother, had basically thrown up everything he ate, and Reserved, his little sister was much the same. Of course Aria had started in on how this was obviously Sonata’s fault. Passive had stepped in, said that there was a virus going around, and he doubted it was Sonata’s fault at all.

Of course she had gone with him to the ER, and once there they had learned that both of the Voice children had a bad case of the flu. They were quarantined to their room, informed that they would be brought some chicken noodle soup, had access to the television and streaming services that allowed parental settings, and afterward both she and Passive had passed out.

She saw how peacefully he was sleeping, how sweet and gentle he was, and naturally it made her want him. Reaching over she found her prize which she began to stroke lovingly until it began to raise to full mast. She slipped her panties off, leaving just the t-shirt she had worn to bed, and began to move her leg over him. She completed the action, felt him at her entrance, and then she slowly took him into herself.

Over the millenia she had lived there was more than a few times she had faked emotions when she was sleeping with someone. But the truth was she tended to be a fairly quiet lover. She did gasp, moan, and softly grunt, but it was only with someone that she could actually be herself with. It was with someone she loved, and this was the first time she had been able to do that. She let out a soft moan as she felt him fill her, and then slowly she began to grind against him.

She saw his eyes flutter, he looked up at her, and there was his sweet smile. He leaned up, catching her in a kiss, and his hands found her hips. The feeling of him matching her thrusts filled her need and desire. Each thrust was a reminder of why she loved him, each touch was a gift, and she planned on enjoying this gift for the rest of his life. She gently pushed on his chest, pushing him to the bed, and she lifted the t-shirt, something she had borrowed from one of his folded collection of shirts, and pulled it off over her head.

She had felt insecure about her breasts before. In truth, she felt that they were too small, almost preteenish small, but he loved them. He practically worshipped her entire body, and for that reason she let him feast on her. She began to speed up, her own orgasm pending, and she was determined to have him orgasm first. She needed to feel him paint the inside of her womb with his seed. Aria had once joked about them getting pregnant. It was something from quite some time ago, but it had bothered her. It had bothered her until she realized that she wanted children with Passive. It was the reason she had stopped taking birth control.

At the moment it didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was that Passive was making love to her, and making her feel wanted, desired, and sexy. She felt like she could live her entire life in this moment and that would be fine with her. She could live in a moment where she was making love to Passive, where the two of them were simply together, and that all they had to do was be like this for eternity.

She began to shiver, to shudder, and she couldn’t help what began to happen. She felt her passage tighten up on him, her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her legs trembled as she fell sharply onto his wonderful shaft. She quivered as the orgasmic high began to bleed out, and then she felt him turn them over. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to thrust into her, and the soft grunts and moans escaped her, but never really left the room.

She felt him getting close, his hands pulled her as close as he could, lifting her up against him, and she felt him erupt into her womb. He filled her, and she kissed and bit his neck softly. She moaned, a lovely feeling of warmth, joy, and completeness filled her. At least it did until she looked at the door. There was Sonata, leaning against the door, a bright smile on her face, and she was looking at the two of them in the buff.

“So, I was gonna fix some breakfast, and I figured I’d ask if you guys would be cool with Breakfast tacos, but,” she snickered, “it kinda looks like you enjoyed Adagio’s taco this morning.”

Adagio covered her face, “The fucking door was closed!”

Sonata rolled her eyes, “No, it was closed over, not closed, and I wanted to ask.”

Adagio groaned, “Sonata, for the love of your own body, please, leave, shut the door, and just fix whatever it is you want for breakfast.”

“Okay!”

She closed the door, and outside she could hear Aria, “So, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Passive was just giving it Adagio really hard!”

“SONATA!” Adagio shouted.

She looked at Passive, “I’m sorry, she’s still an idiot.”

Author's Note

(AN:What's this? Another Equestria Girl's story? Yeah, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to do something special. This is basically going to be a collection of stories featuring the girls from Calendar Girls. So, twelve chapters in total, about a thousand words per chapter. It's my hope that I can entertain everyone.

Thank you

RJP)