Home Schooled Vixens

[Mystical]

*Arriving*

I call Amber from my car, just as I pull into the street. "Amber I am on my way hon. I am going to stop off and get us some Chinese for dinner tonight." Turning into mine and Ambers favorite friday night dinner choice and get out of the car. "Hey Amber ask Mr. Darkly what he would like to have hon." Stepping to the counter, I order Amber and my dinner. "Ok hon thanks." Then I tell the casheir Mr. Darkly's order. Sitting down I continue to talk with Amber for a bit longer.

"Hey the order is done. I have one stop left then I will be right there. Muah sis bye." Hanging up the phone I pick up the order and head to the car. Having just decided I was going to pick up a movie on the way one that even my lovely friend couldn't resist.

Turning into the Adult Bookstore I head inside. I go straight to the one I want. I had sean it before it was mostly female making love to female with one or two scenes with a man. Picking it up I turn to the ailse with the massage oils and start to look for Ambers faverite scent. Finding it on the second shelf I pick it up also picking up mine (almond). I head to the cashier and pay for the rental on the movie and the oils I head back outside. Putting everything into my bag afetr getting back into my car I set off to a night of what I hoped would be fun, pleasure, and learning.
Pulling up outside of the house I shut the car off and sit there for a minute. Looking into the mirror I see if my makeup needed fixing or if it was ok. Since I never wear it real dark it was fine I added a little more lip stick before getting out of the car.

The door was opened before I could even ring the door bell and there stood a sight of true perfection. She was still dressed in her uniform but whe was missing her shoes and knee highs.

Leaning forward Kissing her lips, letting my tongue glide over hers for a brief second then standing back. "Hi hon." I say as I smile sweetly at my friend.

 

[DARKLY KRY]

Hot and spicy!

Thomas had just reached the foot of the stairs, and was buttoning the sleeve of his fresh,crisp shirt. As he stepped off the bottom stair, he looked up to see the angelic form, looking back at him, phone handle captured in a web of golden tresses that spilled across her seductively cocked head.

"Mr. Darkly," she cooed with a coolness that slithered along Thomas' frame. "...........wondering if we could sleep over?"

The plea caught Thomas totally by surprise and he felt his shirt clinging to a cold wetness along his back. Strange, perhaps he had forgotten to dry himself,..perhaps.

"I..I..really don't think,"Thomas stammered looking into the green eyes that were already proclaiming victory."....that is, I don't feel it would be appropri....." Thomas was cut short by Amber's cheerfull affrimation to Mysti. "He said it's OK!"

Thomas couldn't believe what he was hearing already his mind raged against itself. "This is not going to happen he thought..I won't let this get out of hand...they do need someplace to stay..I should call their parents...this can be handled in a mature fashion..." On and on the opposing sides of reason fought the futile battle.

Thomas was now stalking around the room animatedly arranging the furnishings; straightening the sea of papers and books, and pushing the chairs into their proper positions. He grabbed the back of the red leather chair to complete his task, when his hand slid against its moist, slickened, surface. An inquisitve look siezed his face and grining his hand to his nose, he breathed in sharply as he held it there.
His brain was on fire. The odor sent waves of uncontrollable responses through Thomas' frame. His body swooned and he caught himself with a firm grip that punished the worn, red skin of the chair. Instinctively, he inhaled the fragrance again, drawing it deep within his tissues. His mouth parted in a soft moan.
Opening his eyes, his gaze fell upon the angelic Amber, coyly smiling at him, head tilted slightly to one side, finger turning twists in the golden spun candy of her hair. Her smile revealed the secret, her innocent face denied.
"So what would you like?" She asked, eyes taunting his weakened resistance.
"What?" Thomas croaked.
" To eat...Thom..Mr. Darkley, Chinese..what would you like?"
"Moo Goo Gia Pan," Thomas replied, wondering at his own unrestrained response.
"Great!...OK...see you soon then," Amber recradled the phone and set it on the huge oak table. She walked over to Thomas' slightly trembling frame, and placed a cool, slender hand on his, sliding it firmly along the moist leather chair, bathing it in her passioned tears.
"I hope your not mad, Thomas."
Thomas wanted to correct her on her lack of formality, but didn't.

They stood there for some time. He, pliable beneath her supple strength, she, firmly guiding his hand through the evidence of her lust, baptizing him with her desire's confession.

Thomas broke the spell. And making feeble attempts to recover himself, said something about them needed something to go with the food...something to drink...soda's maybe..
Rambling on in a muttered language, decipherable only to the psychotic and insane, he looked back over his shoulder, his eyes flashing with caged intensity, as he headed into the kitchen.

Amber watched him go, her eyes laughing, her bottom lip held in her teeth's tight embrace.

She heard the cardoor slam.
Smiling to herself, she whispered a hushed little sing-song a she walked towards the door, "Something spicy, something sweet, give me something...good to eat!"