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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 12:56:57 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD Until I'm called on this, I would prefer not to do this. Especially since I have no idea how.Mood;; BoredDate Last Targeted;; Hey lucky me, I haven't been targeted yet. It's not a very fun experience to be stuck in the library on a saturday evening. When you've been invited by about five girls to three parties, and all you can do is sit in a library because your parents don't want you to fail at everything except PE, you get a little miffed. And then, after about thirty minutes of fuming, you toy with the idea of forgetting what your parents told you and going to the party anyway. Then, once a very logical side of you tells you it's better to miss one party than get grounded and have people laughing in your face, you start actually working, and you soon get very bored.
This was the situation Oliver was in, unfortunately. He'd hoped to get something good out of one of the parties, but aside from one or two people who hadn't been invited for one reason or another, there wasn't anyone interesting at the library. At least that he knew of.
So, he was leaning back on a sofa in the lounge, having just finished his math homework and given a great sigh of relief. He was wearing his normal: 'faded' designer jeans and black shirt, with a loose white hoodie thrown over it. His belt was studded with little blunt metal spikes, and he was wearing biker gloves. Just his normal look.
The rest could be blown off, yes? Besides, the couch was comfy, and the mp3 player currently in his ears was playing a relaxing song. What better way to spend a saturday evening than dozing at the library? There were many. However, the young man didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 13:19:08 GMT -5
Antoinette was shocked that she was in the Library on a weekend at all let alone a Saturday night. But sometimes her logical side did kick in and she realized the perfect book for her World Civics class the following year was stocked in this library. Sure she probably could have gotten it at a bookstore but it was rather expensive. Not that she really cared but she had enough money to bribe the librarian to let her have it and it was the most convienient way to get it on her way to the party circut.
Her house the the place of the party were pretty close together by the standard she measured. She plucked the brand new copy of the book off of the shelf and walked over to the librarians desk with a click of her heels slipping her a hundred and nodding once. The book was hers, it was going to be a good read too as she loved the politics aspect of it. That was the only reason she was willing to show up late to her first stop.
She walked the other way meaning to head out of the library and go back to her place, slide the book into the large mail slot where the maids would know where to put it, seeing as her parents weren't home she was surprised she wasn't throwing a party of her own. But they were going to be in Tokyo on business for atleast a month or two so she had plenty of time for that.
She was almost at the door when she saw Oliver, her friend and part time lover sitting on a sofa rather than out at one of the raging parties. She walked over to him, her three inch heels clicking against the marble floor of the library and her cleveage accented by the sweetheart neckline of her green dress. It was obvious she was about to party but she couldn't say the same for him. "You're not turning into a nerd on me are you?" she asked lightly with a small laugh nodding her head towards the pile of books on a nearby table. [/size] |
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 15:03:05 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Until I'm called on this, I would prefer not to provide an outfit pic. Especially since I have no idea how.
Mood;; Bored
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. Though his eyes had been closed for awhile, Oliver had soon learned that the sofa was not as comfortable as it first seemed. Sure, it was great for sitting and leaning over a book, but after the perfectly costumized mattress he was used to sleeping it, this just didn't cut it. Not to mention, his mp3 had decided to play something very loud and distracting after the first song, jarring him out of his relaxed state. Growling, he pulled the earbuds out. Guess it was studying from here on out.
...Guess not.
Onyx eyes were lured upwards by the tell-tale clicking of feminine heels, and by the time he'd made it up to her waist he knew who it was. He'd know that body anywhere. As per usual, he gaze lingered on her cleavage for a half second before they flicked up to her face, a bright, playful light dancing inside. All of his former anger was forgotten, the newly arrived woman earning his every attention.
A slow smirk formed at her words, his brow raising. "Yeah, I'm going to buy the huge glasses after this." He teased, standing a taking a casual step toward her. It was then that he noticed the book in her hand, and, not to be outdone, called her on it. "At least if you join me, being nerdy will become popularity itself." Both a tease and an invitiation to join him for...whatever. Not every time they met always led to something. Just most of the time. |
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 15:33:44 GMT -5
Antoinette wached his eyes rove up and down her body with an odd sort of satisfaction. With the cleveage enhancing neckline and a hem that erred on the shorter side of the legnth spectrum it could turn a guys head in her direction without being construed as tacky. Perfect. She didn't bother to hide the book in her hands, it was no secret that she was a bit bookish but the rest of her made up for it.
She laughed a small laugh and Put her index finger up to her chin as if in deep thought. "Hmmm... Good luck with that." she started "But before you start on that... how about one last night on the party circut with me before turning in your life for the nerd appeal." she joked, some people thought that the whole nerd thing had an appeal but Antoinette was not one of them.
"But really," she started sitting on the table behind her and sitting on it, her legs crossed causing her already short dress to fall back a bit exposing more of her thigh. "We should do something tonight... wether we hit a few parties or just go back to my place. I'm up for anything." she trailed off letting him take it as he wished to. Wether they party or just have sex... or even both Antoinette just wanted to have some fun tonight. [/size] |
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 16:00:30 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Until I'm called on this, I would prefer not to provide an outfit pic. Especially since I have no idea how.
Mood;; Bored
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. What a shut down! Oliver made himself look dramtically shocked, his eyes growing slightly wide and his mouth opening as if he were speechless. After this, he would've introduced some sort of jest to get the ball rolling, but she obviously had more to say, and didn't take long in saying it. A grin broke out on his face and he moved closer to her, eyes level with hers. It was actually a good thing he was wearing shoes with two-inch tread, else she'd be taller than him right now. As it was, it was perfectly even.
"And why would I do that," He stated, eyes flashing mischievously, "if turning nerd would make tonight the last?" With her, he meant. He knew full well her tastes in men, and even though they were only joking about this, her opinions played a big part in many of his decisions, whether she knew it or not. Even if he had at all an interest in changing his look, she alone would be enough to keep him from turning nerd.
As she sat, his gaze flicked down to her thighs before resting on her face again. Grin turning into a slowly widening smirk, he leaned over her, putting his right hand on the table. Their relative torso heights allowed for him to loom comfortable over her, his face a few inches from hers as she spoke her last. He tilted his head a bit.
"Y'see, my parents gave me strict orders not to go to any party tonight, and I always obey my parents." He joked, more of a way to get to the part he wanted than to avoid being grounded. Leaning an inch or so closer, he finished, "But they said nothing whatsoever about going to a friend's house." He knew what he wanted. |
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 16:43:34 GMT -5
Antoinette nodded in response to him. "The life of the nerd would be quite a boring one. Judging by what I've seen in here." she cut herself off turning her head to a small cluster of nerds over at a table on the other side of the room studying. "It would get quite old, I know I'm a bit more bookish than most of my friends but still. Theres a limit." she said not wanting to think about living that life.
As he rested his hand on the the table and leaned towards her. Their faces and bodys inches from each other and and his pinky resting against his thigh her thoughts were momentarily scrambled. Out of the guys she slept with Oliver had one of the greatest holds on her physically. Her hormones usually went flying out of control but she always managed to keep up a relatively calm exterior.
She heard the librarians footsteps as she exited the library for the night, the nerds soon following behind leaving them alone. It wasn't closed yet but she had slipped the woman enough cash over the years that she was one of the old woman favorites and didn't care to ebnd the rules for her. the two of them needed a bit of privacy anyways, the library had a bit of an echo.
An impish smirk graced her face as she moved one of her hands to rest over his. She listened to what he had to say and then moved her upper body a few inches closer to him, their noses now touching. "Well... We wouldn't want to disobey your parents now would we?" she whispered giving him a long kiss before moving up to his ear. "So we'll go to my place..." she whispered in his ear just close enough to where her breath would hit his ear lightly. "Like you said, they never said anything about that." she ended
and with that she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist disragarding the fact of where they were at. They had done this several times before and the Librarian had flicked the sign on the door to close so what did it matter? Kissing him again with a passion. Once they got started the lust was like a drug. They would fool around a bit here before going back to her place for the whole nine yards. It was a familiar pattern but still electric. [/size] |
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 17:12:19 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Mood;; Lustful
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. "Duh." His voice was low, the unnecessary word floating in the air only a moment before it was lost in their next actions. If she, the bookish one, would get bored of being a nerd, how much more would he, the one who rarely ever touched the books?
His smirk grew wider as he noticed her reaction--it was the same one he always saw, the same one he couldn't get enough of--and heard the librarian and nerds leaving. The librarian was used to this; when it wasn't Oliver and his Puppet, it was someone else. They'd both given many hundreds of dollars as bribes for this sort of thing, and the librarian was sittin' pretty on a pile of cash and many luxuries. They could look forward to some privacy here.
Antoinette moved closer to him, and he felt their noses touch lightly. His stare grew suggestive and intense, her words forming echoes in his one-track mind. And when they kissed...! "Mmm..." A low rumble, felt more than heard, came from deep in his throat. An appreciative vibration that would transfer to her lips easily through his. His left hand moved up and around her to rest between her shoulder blades, pushing her ever so slightly toward him.
'So we'll go to my place...'
Oliver had been minutely disappointed by the breaking of the kiss, but he hid it, knowing her too well to try and be pushy. Her breath on his ear sent shivers on his spine, sending impulses through his body and mind. He barely gave her enough time to finish her last sentence before he moved his lips to hers and kissed her lustfully. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, growing even more passionate as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling herself closer.
He stood quickly, hoping to give her a rush from the motion as he pulled her up with him, his right arm moving under her for support. Yeah, she was heavy, but he'd learned from practice that he could manage this for a minute or two. |
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 17:45:30 GMT -5
Antoinette wasn't nearly the puppet Oliver thought she was. She subtly pulled most of the strings in this odd relationship between the two of them. While they switched dominance in the bedroom, in the prelude she had the upperhand. He knew her boundaries and things that were off limits. She could easily get him to the point of no return then cut him off quickly if he made the wrong move. Though she usually didn't have to.
She purred in response as he kissed her again, a lust filled kiss. As he lifted her up from the desk gravity pushed them even closer together, her skirt riding up to an indecent level. But once again they were alone so what did it really matter? She pulled back again for a moment, her emerald eyes scortching with lust and she licked her lips before initiating yet another, much more passionate kiss.
She parted her lips slightly and her tounge darted into his already open mouth. Their tounges battled a soft battle and one of them, she wasn't even sure who at this point let out a moan. Her kisses slowly left his mouth and trailed a path down his neck before finding the spot she knew drove him wild and kissing it with a fervor, sucking the spot and feeling the results that came.
They fell back on the large sofa as the makeout session continued. He was lying on top of her and she kissed his neck again before going back to his mouth, her hands meanwhile busy going up his shirt. Running along his toned back. You would think they would have more decency than to get this far in the school library. But then again this was more of a teen hookp spot than a library anymore. |
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 18:09:52 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Mood;; Lustful
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. Oliver felt his adrenaline level skyrocket as he felt her purr against his mouth, his own growl-like vibrations growing stronger. He felt her dress ride up, and he smirked into their kiss, barred from taking advantage of it only by the need to keep her from falling. The thought that they were still in the library crossed his mind for a second, but he payed it no mind. They were alone, for now, and she'd stop it when she felt she wanted to go back to her place for the rest.
His growl faded as she pulled back, and her both took the chance to breath in deeply and read her expression. Good...she was enjoying this just as much--if not more--than he was. He made his Puppet come alive. Granted, just like any good puppet, she had a life of her own. Her strength of personality had clashed with him before. But that was the best part.
The french kiss was just the icing atop a cake that was still to come. He heard her moan slightly, luring out another lustful growl from his throat. But he forgot about that when she kissed down his neck, stopping and favoring his tender spot. He arched his back, feeling his legs weakening from the chills that were running down his spine, and fell on top of her onto the sofa.
One last kiss and she had gone back to his mouth, and he felt her hands exploring his chest and back. She had taken the lead for long enough, he decided, lifting his body a little with his left hand. His right moved down to her left thigh, running down to the knee before moving to the inside, resting just before he reached her groin.
As he did the above, Oliver removed his mouth from hers, licking and kissing along her jawline hungrily. |
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 18:52:16 GMT -5
Antionette was satisfied mentally seeing and feeling just how much he was enjoying this. The fact that they were in a library didn't really faze her in the slightest. They had had nights where the lust caused them do go the whole way right there in the library. The librarian knew to keep the place cleared out for atleast a few hours. But physically it was a long way to go. She had a feeling this was going to wind up being one of those nights.
After letting him reign the lead for a little while. His hand dangerously close to her privates. She knew they weren't going to make it to her house, not for round one anyways. She tok advantage of the unnaturally large couch and flipped him over to where she was ontop of him. She was now glad the library was windowless. The security cameras had been diasbled long ago, never doing much good anyways.
If she hadn't known that the Librarian had locked the door on her way out Antoinette wouldn't have dared to try to go this far when someone could walk in at any moment but with that security blanket in mind her hands were soon up his shirt again, running across chest as she kissed his neck hungrily. Licking her lips as she started at the sensitive spot on his neck again. That would probably be a hickey in the morning.
He knew where her favored spot was and was a bit surprised he hadn't went for it. He usually did, and alot. He liked seeing her reactions to him as much as she did his to her. That was one element, they both loved knowing they could do that to the other and they both got intense physical pleasure out of it. A win win she thought. She let out another purr and started grinding against him. Nope, they weren't moving from that couch until she was satisfied. [XDDD Wow... We won't have much more RPing in this thread aside from the aftermath =P She really has no shame does she?]
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 19:23:21 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Mood;; Lustful
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. A bark of laughter interrupted his kisses as she flipped him, taking all of the weight off of his left arm and giving him a better position to maneuver. Of course, she probably thought of it as asserting her dominance in the situation. But he didn't care. In fact, it drove him harder, the laugh fading and turning into a happy rumble deep in his throat as she started kissing along his neck and playing with his pleasure spot again.
For a few moments he gave her complete control, all but relaxing into the couch as she toyed with him, enticing a few moans with her skill. In a second, he would repay the favor, but for now, it felt like heaven. Of course, it didn't take long for Antoinette to want more from him, grinding against him and purring expectantly. His Puppet liked to move fast.
But Oliver was in a teasing mood. His left hand moved to her neck, guiding her face away from his as he leaned his head upward and kissed back along the jawline until he reached her own pleasure spot. Where the back of the jaw turned into the base of the neck, where one can feel ones own pulse. He licked it teasing at first, then nipped at it, catching some skin gently and releasing it. And he kept doing this for a few moments, his right hand going to work....
His right hand grew courageous, slipping into her underwear and finding her spot. Such a bad boy, he did nothing but tap it rhymically, a smirk forming on his lips. She'd need to do more than what she was doing now to get what she wanted. |
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 19:51:19 GMT -5
Antoinette let out a small sigh as his hands slithered down to meet she spot that drove her wild. The taps didn't unlock the full pleasure but it was enough to spike her pleasure up. She let out a gasp and a huff. Which had become a sign that he had better get on with it. She maneuvered the shirt over his head and threw it aside.
She stopped with his neck abruptly and started laying feather light kisses all over his chest but refused to go any lower. Tonight was about her. Her hands on the other hand went to his pants, quickly undoing and removing them. They quickly joined his shirt in the floor and she kept from getting a smirk on her face.
The fact that he was near nude and she was still fully clothed was a small victory. She could still get out at any time without time for convincing other wise. She decided to go ahead and finish the job of undressing him and pulled his boxers off too. she didn't know when he had kicked his shoes off but she didn't really care.
It was here that she began kissing his mouth again, her tounge darting in and out of his mouth, she knew he was at the point of no return now, and was simply waiting to see what his next move would be. Because it was that that showed wether or not she would be staying that night, or leaving him naked in the middle of the Library... Again. [/size]
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 20:10:07 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Mood;; Lustful
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. Ah...She wasn't in the mood for slow going this time. Nor for pleasuring him the way she wished to be pleasured. Oh well. She also seemed to be in a very controlling mood, for Oliver found his head kicked back and his shirt pulled off before he knew exactly what was happening. He relaxed, mentally submitting to her will as she proceded to strip him fully. Without taking off any of her clothes, he might add. That was hardly fair.
Still, he wasn't gonna mess this up again. He had once, and been left nude and comfused in the library before. As she moved to kiss him again, he'd fired right back up, kissing her aggressively and doing what he believed was what she wanted. It was what he wanted.
Oliver's right hand pulled her underwear down quickly, his hips moving against hers and he got into position. There was only a half second of hesitation before he pulled away from her kiss intense black eyes ready to soak up her reaction. He started by rubbing her hole gently with his member, acting as if he was going to start slow. But then he thrust, hard and deep, adrenaline shooting through his veins as the feeling launched him into a euphoria.
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Post by Antoinette Estrella Glasson on Jun 26, 2009 20:34:58 GMT -5
It had been mostly about him last ti8me so in Antoinettes opinion it was time for her night. It wasn't as if he wasn't getting pleasured too. The evidence of his pleasure was going strong down south so he really couldn't complain much. She could barely wait as he pulled her underwear off and threw it aside not even bothering to remove her dress.
Her anticipation was growing by the second, doubling when he finally postitioned himself where he needed to be. When he thrust she let out a gasp and a moan in pure estcay. Her being on top she moved up and down until she got a good rythm going, her pleasure growing as she did so before letting out a more surprised gasp as she reached into the tiny pocket sewn on the front of her dress.
From it she got out a condom and opened it, moving up and getting him out of her before rolling it on his member. "You know that I won't without it..." she said the way he was it didn't even seem like he had noticed it too wrapped up in the adrenilene pumping through both of their veins. Lowering herself over his member again before going right back where they had been.
An hour later Antoinette layed beside of Oliver in pure bliss, they had finished about fifteen minutes before hand and they were just lying there. She planted one light kiss on his neck and sighed, she loved the after glow almost as much as the sex. But she wasn't tired at all. Quite the opposite actually, maybe it was time to let him have his fun... well more than he had just had. If he was up to it. "We can still go to my place if you're up for another round." she said beore getting up and pulling her underwear back on. [/size]
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Post by Oliver Isaac Danhood on Jun 26, 2009 20:53:10 GMT -5
OLIVER DANHOOD
Mood;; Lustful
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet. When she gasped, he had at first taken it to be a normal reaction to their actions. But that was obviously not the case, as she got off of him and gave him a condom. Had Oliver not suffered through many other embarrassing moments in her presence, he might have gained a faint pink tint to his fair cheeks. But as it was, he just nodded and waited for her to take the reins again. When she did, he did everything in his power to make it as good for her as possible.
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They were at it for about an hour--maybe less. Afterward, they took a break, laying beside eachother silently, basking in the afterglow of the sex. Though Oliver wasn't sure about his little Puppet, he wasn't at all tired out, having gone through other sessions and even fights that had lasted longer than this. But he gave her space, also not sure about how much in control she still wanted to be. He'd give her a little.
When she kissed his neck, he rolled a little toward her and returned with a light kiss on her jaw. He might've done more. He wasn't sure. But he didn't have much a chance as she addressed him and he leaned back a bit in order to look her in the eyes as she spoke. He smirked, laying back for a few seconds and watching her don her underwear. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. His little Puppet.
Then he stood, dressing himself, unabashed. "How could I refuse?" After all, he hadn't gotten to see anything yet, and that didn't seem the right way to leave the evening. He knew her parents were away for awhile, so they'd have the entire night with eachother. Of course, his parents could hardly fail to notice, but he'd gotten away with this kind of thing before, somehow. He'd do it again. |
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