Rolling 20s (closed to Sindy)

[SindyNC17]

Sindy pouted as he zipped up and left her on her knees in the kitchen. She glanced down at the glaze of cum he'd left her and shivered a bit, wiping up some with her fingers and casually licking them clean as she shouted over her shoulder at Matt. "Well, fuck, can I at least hang out with you guys? I don't have shit going on."

She left the kitchen and headed up to her room, stripping down and heading for the shower. After that performance in the kitchen, her poor pussy was on fire, and she needed some relief.

 

[Obuzeti]

"If you can take Johnboy staring at your tits, sure." Matthew called back, aware of his buddy's tendencies. John Marlin (as his birth certificate would call him) was a cheerful, mildly psychotic friend until the end, but his one true vice was women; he was unabashedly fixated on fucking them, and his irregular record of actually batting them in completely failed to stop him.

He made his way to the door, and swung it open to reveal a slice of pizza, shoved directly into his face. "The fu-"

"PIZZA." Johnboy bellowed, the brasso ringing inconsistently from the comparatively short body. "You made pizza wait, Matt. That's a hanging offense in these here states. Have you any last words?"

As Matthew fumbled with the pepperoni slice and tried to wipe some of the sauce off his face, the barrel-chested senior bulled past him, grinning as he set the pizza down on the table and plopped himself into a chair. "We got game tonight, gentlemen! Horatio the Horndoggler rides again!"

A napkin intruded its way into Matthew's free hand, along with a soft "Here." He gratefully wiped his face off and tossed it into the garbage, nodding at Neal, who flicked the gratitude away with one hand and ghosted silently to his own seat, crossing his legs under him gracefully. Neal rarely wasted words; the lithe swimmer was terse at the best of times.

Matthew joined his two friends at the table, setting up the screen and their character sheets. "Alright, so everyone's still running the same characters, right?"

 

[SindyNC17]

After a much needed shower head induced orgasm, Sindy dried off and tugged on a new tank top, this one a neat Leopard print that she loved, and a pair of black yoga pants. The way the pants encased her thighs and clung to every curve and crevice, they qualified more closely to body paint than clothing, but she loved how they made her feel.

Satisfied she was in proper nerdgasm attire, she finished drying her hair and made her way back downstairs. Entering the kitchen, she was met with three pizza loving stooges, and she paused in the doorway.

She'd met Johnboy and Neil a few times over the years, and had very nearly fucked Neal on a camping trip many years ago, but she didn't think he'd caught the hint, and it never happened anyway, so she never saw fit to bring it up. Johnboy, on the other hand, seemed to be perpetually eyeballing her tits.

But maybe tonight was his lucky night...

"So you have one of those character thingies for me Matt?"

 

[Obuzeti]

Matthew arched both eyebrows, but nodded slowly. "Sure. We'll, ah, tone it down a bit for you. No need to drop you into the deep end of 3.5E weapon sizing mechanics."

"4E?" Johnboy suggested, smiling deviously. Neal coughed a half-finished laugh, glancing away as he covered a grin.

"Go fuck yourself." Matthew suggested, his tone not even slightly joking. "No, we'll just roll with Pathfinder. Sindy, you can be an elf archer. Your job is to say mysterious things, shoot arrows, and -"

"Is this fucking Vanessa?" Johnboy said incredulously, lifting the figurine that Matthew had forgotten about. Matthew's eyes closed and his head lowered until it gently thunked into the table. "Holy shit, Matt, I knew you were a fanboy. Why isn't it sticky yet?"

"Go fuck yourself." Matthew repeats to the table, voice muffled.

Neal reaches up and taps the table just before Sindy to gain her attention. "Shoot things. Be mysterious. Blueball Johnboy." he says, quiet and very serious, and then returns to looking at his character sheet. Neither of the other two notice.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy wiggled her ass into a chair across from Johnboy and picked up the little elven archer figure. She turned it in her fingers, nodding approvingly and setting it back down before tinkering with the dice a bit.

In truth, she had no idea whatsoever how this game worked, but that wasn't really the goal. As she sat looking around the table at the boys, she could still feel Matts cock tickling the back of her throat, and she realized she had a golden opportunity here. Three men, no girlfriends, all to herself. If one of them had a prick that was even close to as impressive as her brothers, this could be a great night for her.

So, she played along, fiddling with her character sheet and twisting her blood red hair between her fingers as she leaned over the table like displaying cleavage was her career.

"What's Char? And why do I have 10 of it?"

 

[Obuzeti]

Johnboy cheerfully took the opportunity to get lost in Sindy's cleavage, staring down it hard enough that vertigo was a legitimate concern. "Well, Charisma is your ability to fuck or fuck around with people, so I think that's completely bullshit." he explained with a friendly leer. "I think that should be eighteen instead. What say you, captain monotone?"

"It is unnecessary." Neal replied. He either doesn't notice Sindy or just doesn't care.

Johnboy waited for a moment. The other man didn't say anything else, instead placidly staring at Matthew, who was steadily getting weirded out.

"Well, it's not like the exact stats will matter much, because I'll run this for beginners." Sindy's brother coughed, glancing down at the DM sheet. "Alright, so: the three of you have been contracted to chase down the Arkanth Lodestone, the magical gem that powers the grid of the city of Kellingston. It's vanished into the ancient dwarven catacombs beneath the sewers, and the duke hired you three to retrieve it."

"Oh, a fetch the bobbit quest. How original." Johnboy mocks.

"The door to the underground stands before you." Matthew continues, completely ignoring the interruption. "It stands ten feet tall and made of good oak. From behind it, you hear a faint skittering noise. How do you proceed?"

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy stared at her brother, pretty mouth open, sparkling eyes locked in a look of utter confusing. She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and addressed the table, ticking off her questions on the fingers of one slender hand.

"One, what the fuck is a load stone? Sounds pervy. Two, what's a catacombs? That like a honeycomb? Three, who's duke and why do we work for him? Four..." Now she'd run all the way down to her middle finger, standing tall in defiance of the group with a smirk behind it. "...How do you guys play this without booze?"

 

[Obuzeti]

"A stone you put on things to make them heavier." Neal replied, blinking demurely. Matthew glances over at his friend, eyebrows raised. The other man failed to notice as Johnboy abruptly got up and left the room.

"Alright." Matthew said with a shrug, accepting the sudden departure. "Catacombs are like underground tunnels, but there's a lot of them. A duke's a guy you don't argue with. And we don't usually bring alcohol because it makes Johnboy only talk about tits and -"

"BEER TIME!" Johnboy roared, reentering the room, and tossed a tallboy to each of his companions, arching Sindy's a little higher than the others, then leering at the jiggle of her tits when she has to adjust to catch it. "You are so totally right, babe, how could I forget! Beer makes everything better?"

Neal glanced at Matthew, who shrugged. Inclining his head in acceptance, he popped the tab on his own drink and drained half of it without pausing.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy rolled her eyes at the explanation offered by her brother, shaking her head and miming a yawn.

When Johnboy re-entered and began chucking beers at everyone, she perked up a bit. She'd been counting on a party tonight, and she'd have it if she had to make it herself. She reached high to catch the beer, the motion causing the neckline of her already dangerously form fitting top to slide down another inch or so that she couldn't spare. She did l however catch the can, smirking and popping the top quickly and taking a long pull. Her haste to down the beverage meant she spilled a bit, the sudsy liquid dripping down her chin, her throat, and leaving a damp spot on her top.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Goddamn, Sindy, you're making this the best night I've had since two weeks ago." Johnboy said admiringly, unabashedly drinking her in. "You're like sex on running legs, babe."

Neal, though, took the cake on responses, by taking a napkin and daubing away the wet trail without the slightest hint of self-consciousness, throwing it away, and then glancing impatiently back at Matthew as if he hadn't just almost shoved his hand into Sindy's tits.

Matthew's eyebrow ticked. "Don't do that, man." he said.

"No." Neal replied, utterly bland.

Matthew threw up his hands with a huff. "Alright, what the fuck ever. We still got this door here. Anyone gonna do anything about it?"

Johnboy recovered from a long swig of his own beer and laughed. "I whip it out and knock on the door, using my Amulet of Size Change to make my dick ten feet long and bearing the strength of giants!"

"One giant." Neal corrected, primly.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy laughed loudly at Johnboys "best night" comment, before being interrupted by Neal straight up fondling her breast. She blinked, a little stunned, but eventually she gave Neal a sultry smirk as Matthew berated him for the gesture. Sindy thought it was quite chivalrous...and ballsy. And she liked ballsy. Neal seemed to give zero fucks, and that was a quality she respected.

As Johnboy went about banging on the fictional door with his fictional cock, Sindy surreptitiously inched her chair a bit closer to Neal, her elbow resting on the table and just barely touching his.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Alright, Johnboy, your dick takes a hardness test. Wooden doors have hardness 8, and oh, guess what, your giant dick doesn't have any." Matthew declared, his smile turning all kinds of smug.

"My dick is plenty hard." Johnboy said, leering at Sindy, completely missing her increased proximity to Neal.

"Well now you take 8 subdual damage for failing a hardness test and I rule that it damages the limb in question, hampering its use until healed. Your dick is out of commission for the moment, Horatio the Horndoggler." Matthew said, mockingly regretful.

Neal ignored the byplay. He turned the slightest bit so that the corner of one eye caught Sindy's. His eyebrow quirked almost unnoticeably, as the back of his arm brushed by hers as he took up his beer again.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy giggled as she observed the interchange between Johnboy and Matt, but her real focus was on Neal and that look he'd tossed her way. She brushed some of those bright red locks behind the ear closest him in response, and made a long show of tipping back her beer and draining it in three long, very audible gulps, the sound simulating another action she was all too familiar with.

She let out a long 'ahh' and chucked the spent can across the kitchen, using the motion as a cover to lean in her chair a bit and into Neal.

"OK well that didn't hit the spot..." She stood, raking her fingers through her hair with a stretch and looking to the boys, but especially long at Neal. "I'm gonna go grab that bottle dad keeps out in the shed and grab a smoke..."

She'd left the statement hanging, hoping one of them in particular would grasp it.

 

[Obuzeti]

Johnboy nodded agreeably. "You're right, Matt's beer is shit. You should absolutely go get drunk on something harder then come back here later. I'm all on board with this plan."

"Are you fucking serious?" Matthew said, finally getting aggravated. "Are you going to say this kind of shit to my sister right in front of me? After all the stuff you spout about the Guy Code?"

"Hey." Johnboy said with a shrug. "She's got a nice rack." He smiled, dreamily. "She's got a nice everything actually."

Neither of them noticed Neal slip out after Sindy, moving on silent feet.

~*~

Neal followed Sindy out past the front door, his hand drifting over her shoulder and up to cup her chin in passing. "Let's go to that shed." He said, mild. His eyes were anything but. "You'll get pretty loud."

He walked past her without looking back, as his hand trailed back down, gently sliding down her neck to trail a finger down her cleavage, and then tucking back into his pocket.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy shivered slightly as Neal touched her chin, then slipped that finger down her chest and away as he lead her to the small shed in the back of the yard. She couldn't say what it was about him, but whatever it was it was driving her fucking crazy.

She slipped inside after him and shut the door, latching it with a loud click and turning on the dim bulb hanging from the cieling. When she was sure the other boys hadn't followed, she dug out a cigarette and lighter from the toolbox beside the door and perched it between her glossy pink lips. The flame from the lighter illuminated the otherwise dark shed for a moment, and she gave Neal a smirk and nodded to the tiny fridge in the corner beside the workbench.

"Wanna grab me that bottle of absolut out of there?"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Depends." Neal replied, as he walked right up to Sindy, the heat of his spare frame crossing the bare inch of space he left between them. A little curl touches one corner of his mouth, tugging it in a sensual turn. "Are you sure that's what you want in you right now?"

He took another step, slowly backing the sexy girl into the wall, the lines of their bodies meshing now, tendon and lithe muscles pressed against generous curves. "Last time," Neal murmured, his lidded gaze matching Sindy's, "I had a girl I was trying to be faithful to. And she fucked that up. I'm not playing this time, Sindy."

He inclined his head, and reached up to settle both of his hands on her hips, drawing her back against him, and the slowly burgeoning tent in his pants, pressing hard against her thigh. "Are you?"

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy let out a slight gasp as he backed her against the wall, squeaking a bit as the curve of her ample rear touched the plywood. She was surprised at Neal. No disappointed, but surprised. This wasn't what she'd expected but it was a welcome treat.

She smirked around the cigarette in her lips and traced her palm down his chest, slowly coming to rest on that tent forming in his pants. Taking a long drag, she let it out with a soft sigh, half lidded eyes and a squeeze of his growing bulge and whispered.

"Go get me that bottle and I'll show you just how I'd like to play Neal..."

 

[Obuzeti]

Neal's head tilted. His eyes, so dark brown as to be almost black and fathomless, looked at her for a moment. His hands dipped to her ample ass and squeezed the luscious cheeks possessively for a moment, then he turned and strode to the fridge in three long steps, taking the bottle out without pause and promptly returning to Sindy, gaze magnetized to hers.

He offered her the neck of the bottle, but pressed it past her hand, sliding it downwards between her legs and rubbing up against the lips of her pussy. Neal smiled, and there was something dark and amused in the expression as he ran the corked end up over her navel, between her breasts, and gently placed the end against her lips.

"Uncork it." Neal said, and his voice was soft, but not gentle in the least.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy arched a brow, giving him an 'are you serious' look, but complied all the same. She made an exaggerated gesture of wrapping her lips completely around the neck of the bottle, before finally catching the cork in her teeth and pulling it free, letting it fall to the floor between them.

Then, with a smile, she slipped to her knees slowly, looking up at him and opening her pretty pink lips wide, obviously expecting a drink, her palms resting flat on her naked thighs.

 

[Obuzeti]

Neal gently tipped the bottle up and gives Sindy a sip of the hard alcohol - no more, because even now this isn't the kind of stuff to chug down. Then he reached down and undid his pants, slipping out a heavy cock that, while not as thick as Matthew's, might well be longer.

"Put those pretty lips to use, would you?" Neal murmured, as he gently stroked himself once.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy took a deep swallow of the vodka, feeling it burn so nicely as it went down. She wanted more, but apparently Neal had something else in mind.

As he unwrapped his thick, 11" prick, Sindy licked her lips and leaned close, wrapping one hand around his swaying thickness and bringing it to her lips. She kissed it softly, the head, the shaft, before running her tongue along every inch. Finally she took him in her eager mouth, slowly bobbing, managing to take about 4" of him at first, her fingers stroking, her free hand moving to pull her top down and free her tits for him.

 

[Obuzeti]

Neal bent his knees slightly so that he could reach Sindy's tits without removing his shaft from her sinfully pleasurable mouth; taking their plump weight into his palms, he moulded them with his fingers, sinking them into their plushness.

"You're good." he murmured, pinching a nipple carefully between two fingertips, then began to roll it between them. "But I'm not going to be satisfied with just this. I hope you know that much, Sindy."

One hand releases her tit, and he rescues the bottle of Absolut again, and pours a thin stream of it down over her chest, the cool liquid making her nipples prick up.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sindy took him deeper, her fingers stroking lightly in pace with her mouth, her eyes locked up at his as his length slid easily in and out of her glossy lips. She moaned against his cockhead as he played with her sensitive, hard nipples and kneaded her tits, loving the feeling of having a man squeeze her fleshy globes again.

When he poured the liquor onto her chest she let his cock slip free from her mouth, continuing to stroke him slowly, her thumb circling his throbbing tip. Her other hand brought one of her glorious tits to her lips, suckling and lapping the spilt booze from it. When she'd lapped up what she could, she wrapped her other fist around his long shaft again and pumped him with both, looking up and opening wide for another drink "Mmm more...give me more and I'll give you more..."

 

[Obuzeti]

Neal set aside the liquor bottle with a determined clink, knelt, and lifted Sindy outright from where she knelt. He took two steps to the side and laid her out on a worktable there, one hand sliding down to pin her wrists above her head. Without looking, he snagged the bottle with a foot and tossed it up for him to grab with the other hand, a tiny amount sloshing out to spray over Sindy's belly.

"Only if I can have some too." He murmured, and tipped the bottle to Sindy's lips at the same time as his head lowered and he took her other, unattended nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on the taut proturberance. Each pass of his tongue was matched by a slow pump of his hips, grinding that thick, wet length against her soaked pussy.

 

[SindyNC17]

Sin let out another squeal and giggled as he picked her up, laying herself out on the workbench as he set her down. As he pinned her she feigned a struggle, giving him a wicked grin and opening wide for the drink he offered.

As she swallowed the cool liquor, she felt his meaty member sliding against her dripping mound over her thin bottoms, and she instinctively wrapped her thick legs around his waist, letting out a hungry moan as she dry hummed against his throbbing prick.