House Call - Episode 3

>beach of the boy

>your closer-than-close encounter with Connie came to a thankfully abrupt end after your front door was flung open by an unfortunately familiar face

Priyanka sizes you up from across the table, eyeing you like a fly in her soup. "So," she says, her voice making you jump, "what were you and Connie doing just now?"

>oh y'know just playing around haha want some more cocoa

"Just 'playing around?'" Her eyes narrow, "From where I was standing, it looked like you two were getting rather 'intimate.'" Priyanka takes a long, painfully loud sip from her mug. "Care to explain?"

>you force a smile across your face
>well y'know Connie gets pretty cold so she just thought we should uh
>y'know
>cuddle for warmth
>your cheeks ache and you're so nervous the back off your head is itching like crazy
>Priyanka doesn't look like she's buying it so you decide to get some ice to chew on

"Sit" she barks, "down." Instantly, you find yourself back in your seat, mug rattling violently as you feel the color draining from your face. "...I came to bring Connie some clothes for the snowstorm." She takes another obnoxiously loud sip; "But, as fate would have it, the car stalled on the way here." Her face sours as she forces out the last few words, "...so it appears that I'll be joining you two."

>suddenly your balls jump into your throat and you choke and sputter on your cocoa
>o-oh
>uh
>well that's uh
>that's great
>you hear your bathroom door open

"Uh... So..." says Connie, meekly peering at you and her mother from the hallway, "What, ah, what's happening?"

>your mom's spending the night

"I'm spending the night." says Priyanka.

"You're spending the night?!" shrieks Connie. She quickly recomposes herself, clearing her throat and straightening up. "S-sooo, you're spending the night? Great; yeah..." Connie smiles nervously as she walks over to the table. "Weeeeeeeell," she says, pulling up a chair "we've got movies, and video games, and--"

Priyanka stands up, collecting your mug mid-sip and takes it to the sink along with hers. "Just make yourselves at home," she calls over her shoulder, "don't let me interrupt all the fun."

>you and Connie exchange looks
>shrug
>you plop back down on the floor and start up "Rooftop Rampage"
>Connie plops back down on your lap
>feel Priyanka plop down on the futon along with her eyes boring into the back of your skull
>you gingerly pick up Connie and set her down next to you
>the heat drilling into the back of your skull slowly subsides
>it's gonna be a looooooong night

* * *

>they call you Beachy Leaks because you're snowed in
>Connie wound up back in your lap, sitting longways so she can keep an eye on her mom
>three movies later, Priyanka's tapped out and quietly snoozing behind you
>engrossed in watching Santa crush a horny teenager's skull with his bare hands when you feel a nuzzling
>glance
>kinda wish you didn't

"Uh, um..." Connie smiles up at you nervously, "Mom's asleep, so..." She looks away, blushing furiously.

>as much as you're morally obligated to say no, t'is the season and you don't want to disappoint
>well Connie what about Steven

Connie gives you a guilty look. "...He's... He's a good friend." she murmurs.

>hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
>listen sweetheart I have like four hundred more walls to put up but your mom is literally right there
>I kinda enjoy being alive

Connie leans in, touching her forehead to yours. "Then we'll just be quiet." She gives you a light peck on the lips, causing you both to draw back in surprise.

As you digest what just happened, you suddenly find yourself with a mouthful of upper-lip as Connie comes in for round two. She turns toward you, bring her legs down on both sides of you and pressing herself against your body. At first, her hands are perched on your shoulders, but this soon gives way as she lets them slide down your back and up your neck. Still reeling, you rest your hands on Connie's thighs, causing her to arch her back and breathe sharply through her nose. You pull her close, running a hand through her hair as she suckles your bottom lip.

You feel her experimentally prodding at your lips with her tongue, so you prod back with your own. You feel Connie tense and rapidly heat up, but she responds with a warm breath down your throat as she hungrily presses the assault. Connie's tongue aimlessly flails around in your mouth; you can practically feel the base just beyond your teeth. When she pauses for breath, you coil your tongue around hers, making sure to run your tongue up and down the top and underside of hers as you graze her lips with your canines. You feel her squirm and shudder while you check her tonsils, and almost reluctantly break the smooch.

Connie looks up at you with a hazy expression, flushed red and breathing unsteadily. "Why - why'd you stop?"

>glance over your shoulder
>mama maheswaran's still snoozing away
>sigh in relief, but feel something wet by your ear
>alright Connie that's enough for tonight

"But-!" She quickly lowers her voice to a whisper, "But that's not fair; we just got started!"

>yeah but do you really want your mom to wake up to see us like this

Connie lowers her eyes glumly; "No..." Looking back up at you, she puts her hand on your cheek. "Well, maybe we can just-" Connie's eyes go wide, and she looks down toward your lap. You're thousand-yard-stare'ing pretty hard as you realize why.

Connie leans back a bit, exposing a rather obvious protrusion growing beneath her.

>like I was saying
>that's enough for tonight

Connie looks between you and your Beach Boy before her eyes settle on you, followed by a mischievous grin. Before you have a chance to move her off, she slowly rocks her hips forward; the feeling of her mistletoe grazing your candy cane causes you to visibly jump.

>c-connie

Eyes wide and smile wider, Connie slides back down your length. She holds onto your shoulders firmly as she finds a slow, steady rhythm; Connie's eyes soon begin to flutter as her cheeks grow bright red. As you feel the warp overtaking you, you accept your fate and embrace Connie's petite form. She again arches her back as she lays into you, blushing furiously as you sync up with her movements. You run your hands up and down her back, letting one drift to her pert patootie; her breath catches for a moment when she feels your fingertips rolling across her burning, brown backside.

You hit Connie's ear with a cool breath; she gasps, bucking her hips slightly. She slips off your shaft as she tries re-positioning herself and backs up into the tip top of your north pole. Her eyes go wide, and after glancing behind her, she locks her gaze on you. You swallow hard, but reach down to grip your Toblerone through your jammies and proceed to rub it against her. Connie's expression softens, but she doesn't stop looking at you. You decide to get bold

>Connie
>turn around kay

She nods, reluctantly breaking eye contact. She turns, leaning into you and reaching back to put her hand on the back of your head. For some reason, your eyes linger on her armpit before you turn your attention back to the matter at hand. Connie nuzzles you affectionately as you wrap your arms around her. You smooch her neck, nibble her earlobe and tease her lips with warm breathes; gradually, she opens her legs and grips the hand you have resting on her belly tightly.

>you sure you wanna do this
>cause if you do
>there's no turning back

Gazing at you longingly, Connie eagerly nods her head. "Uh-huh."

You feel a lightness in your chest, and your hands begin to tremble. Connie reassuringly squeezes your left hand, and you swallow hard. Slowly, you run your hand down her tummy before bring it back up from beneath her shirt. She breathes a sharp, unsteady breath as she feels your finger tips run across her taught tum-tum. You let your right hand wander down to her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as you caress it for a moment. As you bring your hand closer to her coin slot, you're surprised by just how much heat is pouring off from her nethers. Connie's eyes have closed, and her head has rolled towards yours. Her mouth hangs open, breathing shakily. You lean closer, bringing your lips barely an inch away from hers and breathe through your mouth as you slowly bring your finger towards her tender loins. Just as you feel the fabric of her pantsu grace your knuckle, your heart suddenly begins racing.

"What are you two doing?"