Feeling Things Out [Lemy][Gloom][/tlvg/]

>Lemy and Gloom are sitting in his aunt Lucy’s living room.
>She has the best collection of scary movies, if you match the disc to the correct case, because they end up everywhere for some reason.
>Lemy and Gloom are settling in the first of a three installment marathon.
>Lemy does the usual yawn-reach maneuver, it’s so transparent that Gloom has to stifle a snorting giglgle.
>The movie is kind of boring though, these teenagers are doing a lot of talking about a curse, Gloom likes a bit less exposition.
>Then an idea pops into her head, she suddenly falls over on her side.
>This causes a few things; Lemy’s hand plops down on her thigh, her head fall to his thigh, and it sends Lemy into a panic.
>”H-hey! Are you okay? Is it too scary?” Lemy says.
>”Shoosh.” Gloom says as she pushes herself up, just a bit and lays her head back down.
>Lemy’s hand jumps up and freezes upon realizing it was resting on the freckled but pale flesh of Gloom’s thigh.
>Gloom sucks her teeth silently.
>She picks at her hem, as if she wasn’t showing the exact amount of skin she had wanted, and tosses it with her free hand, it lands even shorter.
> If Lemy were to look, he would see just the beginning of the curve of Gloom’s butt.
>Lemy’s hand continues to hover.
>She rolls her eyes and shifts down the couch, catching her skirt, and revealing her black-striped panties.
>Is that obvious enough? Still gonna hoverhand this?
>Lemy then gingerly picks at the hem of Gloom’s skirt and tries to pull it down.
>Christ. She was going to have to do everything.
>Gloom moans in a husky, deep tone as Lemy just barely brushes her skin.
>”S-sorry!” Lemy shouts instinctively.
>”I-it’s okay.” She mimics his tone, pausing a second. “It feels nice.”
>”C-can I?” Lemy stammers.
>Hook. Line. Sinker.
>”Uh, yeah. Just be gentle, okay?” Gloom says.
>”Y-Yeah, sure!” Lemy says.
>His hand slowly descended down, brushing gently against her hip.
>Gloom moans and hitches her breathe to coax Lemy a bit further; from brushing to touching, poking to grasping.
>Lemy was now exploring the outer border of her panties, the lace fringe.
>Gloom was almost actually panting, she could feel the excitement in herself and in Lemy, his legs kept squeezing together.
>Gloom wasn’t too knowledgeable, but she knew that meant that Lemy was enjoying himself too.
>”U-up here too...” Gloom moaned as she undid a button at her collar, revealing her collarbone.
>Lemy swallowed hard and his legs tensed. “A-are you sure?”
>”Yeah...” She says in that raspy, soft voice that girls have when they lay on their back.
>Lemy’s other hand shot for Gloom’s chest undoing buttons at a pace that surprised her.
>His hand grasped the soft plush of her chest with an exuberant hand, which elicited a sharp hiss from Gloom.
>”Be gentle.” She warned quietly with a whine.
>”Sorry.” He muttered, his mind focusing on the intense heft and softness.
>”It’s okay.” She murmurs back.
>Lemy continues to grope her chest, his other hand still stroking and grabbing her ass.
>Then Lemy feels a small bump in the fabric of Gloom’s bra.
>He pokes it experimentally.
>Gloom moans and her hip moves a bit.
>He attempts to surround it and squeeze and Gloom shudders.
>”That’s sensitive, Lemy...” She groans. “But you can do that, if you want.”
>”Are you two enjoying the film?” Aunt Lucy suddenly say from behind the two of them.
>Gloom covers her chest while Lemy just freezes on the spot.
>”Gloom’s mother called me. Gloom was to be home a half hour ago.”
>”I-I didn’t hear the phone ring.” Gloom says.
>”She called a half hour ago. Grab your stuff, you can come back tomorrow after noon. Lemy will be home alone.” Lucy says.