ATannie-Life with Anon-Chapter 9/9

>It's all black
>your head hurts
>you don't want to open your eyes
>the feeling is...
>soft
>you are on your back, in a bed. Your bed?
>The pillow is familiar, so is the softness and support of the bed
>another familiar feeling is the hear resting on your shoulder and the soft breasts on your chest
>"what happened..."
Shhh... just rest for now
>"My head hurts"
>As if you were the most precious thing in the world, Annie pulls you up towards the headboard
>you lie half across her, pretty much using her cleavage as a pillow
>She covers you up with a blanket when she is satisfied that you are comfortable
>you are handed a glass of water
Drink, it will help with your head
>"did you drug me?"
I am truly sorry about that, and i ask your forgiveness
>"okay, just pointing out that drugging someone is generally considered rude to say the least"
once again, i am truly sorry for doing that to you
>"okay, why did you do that?"
You have never spoken fondly of the man. And he was not a very nice person. I made them dinner, and spoke with them through the evening"
>"what, didn't they see i was gone? and you still didn't answer"
I told them you had fallen ill and needed the rest. But speak to me with honesty. Did you want to see your grandparents or did you want a new car?
>you shift your gaze to the door
Worry not. That answer is still less shameful than what i have done to you"
>"Yeah, nobody really likes the old man, is is just too hostile"
I did okay i think
>"How. You are Russian, and a gun, so it's like those most hated things combines"
I am a woman. And i did what i figured what every american would do
>"and that is?"
Praise the militairy, joke about countries we bomb on TV, cook a good dinner for guests, burp after drinking carbonated drinks, and speaking about muscle cars
>you laugh a little to yourself
And he left you a gift, it is in the trunk of your car, when you are ready
>"you serious?"
>Annie holds a set of keys in front of you
>"...those are not mine"

[later that day]

Awww, why did it do that? did i hurt it?
>"no you didn't, that's no problem. But you were too fast with the clutch, again"
But i was really slow this time...
>"not slow enough. Alright, repeat again"
Turn back key, left on clutch, right on brake, and turn the key
>The V8 purrs to life
>Annie shivers just little
>"okay, lets try this again. In gear?"
>Annie looks down at the shifter
yes
>"Okay, right foot to the gas"
>the noise from the big engine slowly picks up in intensity
>"now, slooowly off the clutch"
>The GTO slowly creeps forwards
>Annie inhales sharply. A happy sound
>the car jerks to a stop, engine dead
>"see, you get exited when it starts moving and let go quickly"
Maybe it is best if you do this...
>"come on now, you're not giving up are you?"
okay, no giving up
>"ready to try again?"
Actually, there is one thing i have been meaning to ask...
>There is a serious tone to her voice
>with a hint of concern
before we left home...
>"yeah?"
And we finally got around to put the basket with food in the car
>"gone awfully shy, have we? Not regretting anything, are we?"
>She turn to you, stares into your eyes and looks serious
Of course not. But we got carried away
>Yeah?"
Did you put those two back in the safe again?
>A chill runs up your spine
>"i thought you said you were going to do it?"
You said i was to close it, and leave them out for a little longer
>"did i?"
I... think?
>"so, i didn't put them back, and you didn't either?"
I did not, no
>"so we left them on the bed, and then left the house"
>Annie's fingers slowly tap the dashboard
...yes
>"What was the last thing you soft of... ordered them after we left?"
>Annie looks down on the floor
I felt sorry for them, but it is improper behavior for two girls...
>"Am i still going to have a bed when i come home?"
>you sound a little concerned
They are not that heavy, the bed should be alright...
>"what did you tell them"
Not to undress...
>"that's... not gonna stop them, you know?"
no...
>Lala is lying in bed
>She isn't focusing on the noises from the living room, discussing food, and some theoretical stuff for driving a car
>All her senses are filled with what is in front of her
>Lying on her left arm is Amanda
>Lala is firmly keeping her right arm around the ARs waist, making sure she isn't going anywhere
>Her hand is met by Amanda's left hand who is intertwining her fingers with Lala's making sure she isn't going anywhere
>None of them are moving at all
>Just staying silent next to each other, feeling each other breaths
>holding on tight
>wishing time could stop
>Lala reluctantly waited for that one creaking floorboard signalling the arrival of Anon or Annie that would lock them in the safe again
>But instead, the rumbling sound of a crossplane V8 leaving the property
>Lala angles her right ear to try to pick up any noise she can pick up
>But there is nothing apart from Amanda's breathing
"they left"
"whaaat?"
>Amanda frees herself out of Lalas grip, stretches out from her previous feral position, makes herself as long as possible and draws a long yawn
>Lala takes this opportunity to pounce the unaware AR, standing on all fours over her and slowly starts speaking
"they just left"
"but we were going to be put in the safe?"
"They did! But the big car just left, i could hear it i swear!"
>Amanda is confused for a few seconds before her eyes widen and stare at Lala
"We have the whole house to ourselves"
"What, do you want to leave the bed. Do you want to leave me here?"
>Lala is teasing
>She also seems to want to be in charge today, as she grabs Amanda's writs and places them firmly above her head
>She is much faster today, more eager
>And a little more clumsy
>Amanda offers no resistance as her mouth is opened up by the wasr's lips
>She is further filled with lust as a knee is forced up against her crotch and she starts rubbing herself against it
>Amanda starts moaning, but it is all muffled into Lala's relentless mouth

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>Amanda forces her hips towards the knee firmly planted between her legs
>She keeps a steady rhythm, grinding herself against Lala's leg
>even through two layers of cloth, the tingling sensation forces her to keep moving her hips up and down out in sheer pleasure
>Lala has found herself in a dominant position, but finds finds herself not really knowing what to do with it; she has never gotten this far before
>Instead, she keeps up her assault on the flattened ARs lips
>Not until many minutes, and when Lala is happy about the moisture of the cloth being smeared on her leg she lets go of Amanda's lips and starts exploring out her part of her
>With Kisses, nibbles and some light suctioning she looks for other sensitive spots on the poor ARs body
>ears?
>nose?
>throat?
>neck?
>Lala doesn't have the slightest idea on how this works
>But as long as Amanda keep moaning, and all the other exiting noises she is doing, Lala is not going to stop
>After a squeal and some shivering Lala needs her arms to support herself, leaving Amanda's arms free to explore Lala's body
>especially her feline features draws the attention of her hands
>the soft tail that reacts very pleasantly to being touched and strokes
>the ears almost leaning into her soft caress
>the next parts of Lala to get Amanda's attention is her bubbly chest, that she always had been little envious of
>Larger round? heavier rifle? Something else?
>Amanda has earlier wondered why the wasr was blessed with a larger bust, but right now she is just happy she can squeeze, pinch, grope and fondle all she wants
>even Lala has started making noises as this point
>from the soft, low, vibrating purring she knew Amanda loved, to the low but high pitched, almost whining noise she was making now
>the sound was however muffled to to the fact that Lala's face was buried in Amanda's neck, just below her jaw
>If Lala was just starting to make noises, Amanda is starting to go mad
>At first, it was happy and exited noises, but they are now at "pleasured" and were slowly and surely heading towards "desperate"
>Amanda's hands have explored all parts of Lala and has decided that she liked her bubbly chest the most
>She is giving it all the attention and love her shaky hands can manage
>Its not done in a very skilled or refined way, but it is being fueled by nothing but love, and Lala is giving out rewarding yelps and squeaks encouraging Amanda to keep going
>They both knew they were going to get a lot of shit thrown their way when they were found like this
>But the moments of doubt, hesitation and restraint is now long past
>Nothing short of physically tearing them apart was going to stop this
>The act goes of for hours
>But despite their best and most desperate efforts, the cant finish
>The reach exhaustion before ecstasy, and it all ends with a warm, sweaty, moaning, heavily breathing and very sexually frustrated mess on the bed
>Lala and Amanda just lies in each others arm
>They can't speak or move at all, they just lie there
>The bed look like the 8th air force has used it for target practice
>So do they as well. Hair tangled up, clothes wet and ill fitting and several suction marks on necks, and scratch marks on their backs.
>Especially Amanda's back looked roughed up
>They had never done anything like that, but contrary to what they though, they are not... happy
>even after hours did they manage to finish, and they did get exhausted eventually, so the resorted to changing into each others clothes and just holding on to each other
>They fell asleep that way. Maybe they thought the frustration would go away if they fell asleep in each others arms

They were wrong