Thread: Blurred Lines (TheMadMan og JanÅgeSolstad.)

Dramatis Personae The Ladies The Lad Cast TheMadMan JangeSolstad Five, ten, fifteen, twenty... Sierra felt herself grin as she finished counting the tallymarks etched on her tanned lean forearm. Twenty shots, taken one after the other after the other just the night before. Not even the night before. As she recalled, she'd arrived home at around one am, and now, judging by the fuzzy red LEDs on the bedside alarm clock, it was barely eight am. She wasn't even hung over. She rolled over and found herself face to face with Rachel. Her roommate, her classmate, and her lover. The two could barely be more dissimilar. Whereas Sierra was tall, lean, and bronzed with straight raven hair, Rachel was barely average height with a curvy figure, fair skin, and wavy brown hair. Apart from that, Rachel was--even Sierra had to admit it--an almost absolute nerd. It was a wonder that she had come out as lesbian. Come to that, it was wonder that she'd ever left her room, where her Xbox and homework were. But she had after a triumphant exam night, and she'd gone to a bar. It had taken precisely one Jack and Coke to get her so drunk that it had fallen to her almost-kinda-sorta-not-really-friend Sierra to take her home. So she'd taken her up to her door, up to her bedroom, into her bed even--and then, it hadn't been Sierra who had started to get hot and heavy. It had been Rachel. Sure, Sierra had had her share of fun with girls before. But what Rachel could do with her tongue when she was properly motivated knocked anything a guy could do out of the park. Plus, she had double D cup breasts, which beat even an eight inch cock any day of the week-- Wait a second. Double D cups? Really? The comforter had pulled back, giving Sierra a bust-up view of her girlfriend. And despite the temptation to simply lay there and admire that soft, perky, big chest of hers, barely restrained by a tank top that was straining to its very limits, Sierra did a quick mental calculation. C was three inches, D was four, and DD was five... she reached out a slid her dainty lithe hand into the cleft between her partner's breasts. Six inches. No, more than that. With a flash of jealousy, Sierra decided to wake Rachel up in the best way possible. She suddenly and none too gently groped the sleeping brunette, sinking her fingers into that perky soft titflesh rather deeply and cupping her palms against the soft concealed nubs of Rachel's nipples. She heard a startled shriek, but only just, as she drew up to her lover's chest and planted a rather bright red hickey just below her neckline, right against her cleavage. Well, Rachel certainly was awake now, Sierra thought, but she still had the element of surprise and the advantage of strength and size. It was no challenge for her to straddle her lover, and, grinning, continue to grope her until Rachel's surprise had turned to embarrassment had turned to soft protested moans. Only then did she stop. If they started to go at it now, they'd be at it for the rest of the day. Morning, Rach, Sierra said playfully, her hands still on her lover's firm chest. How's the hangover? Terrible, Rachel groaned. She was still blushing and flustered as she put on her glasses. And worse now that I've been woken up with a sexual assault. Sierra, you can't keep doing this to me, she pouted. But that just made the tan girl laugh and give her straight black hair a toss. Oh, come on, she said. She slid down so that she was laying down on top of Rachel. Their faces were just inches from each other and their chests were resting directly on top of one another. Sierra was a rather stacked girl, if she did say so herself, but her D cups were dwarfed by Rachel's double Ds. Well, more like Es, if her estimation was correct. She bit back another flash of jealousy and stroked through her lover's hair, before kissing Rachel softly on the lips. You know you like it, she cooed. Besides, it's not my fault that you're a one drink girl. D-don't say that, Rachel complained, biting her lip and breaking eye contact. It's... alcohol efficiency, that's what it is. I only need a little bit to get a nice buzz. Right, right, Sierra said. Then why is it that I was the one taking you home last night? Wasn't the whole idea to get you laid with a guy, at least once in your life? To that, Rachel had no answer. So Sierra sighed and rolled off of her partner. Together they made their way into the bathroom and began to prepare for the day, brushing their teeth, stroking their hair, never quite dressing. Sierra remained in the sports bra she'd worn to sleep, whereas Rachel was still to groggy to change out of her stretched tanktop if she wanted to. It really was a shame that she hadn't yet slept with a guy, Sierra thought. As for last night's performance... now that she thought of it, Rachel had absolutely drained her Jack and coke, knowing full well what would happen to her if she did. She'd gotten close to a few guys, and kissed one or two, but that was about that. Things hadn't gotten any further than that. Maybe men scared her, Sierra thought, looking at her lover's soft, delicate figure. Maybe she needed a man who was less aggressive, and, well, less hunky than the men she'd tried the night before. Or maybe she just needed a helping hand. Sierra blinked. Maybe she just needed a helping hand... Please have your character receive a simple text from Sierra that his sister would like to see her, and send him over to their place, up to the door even.