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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:21 pm
With Micah's hair officially finished, and Keren by her side, the girl was able to relax back against her bed with her glass. "I think it's an insult to science, personally." Not that Micah knew much about the subject. She much preferred books to math and science anyway. Still, she gulped right along side Keren, face suddenly feeling all too hot. Her body began to buzz in a way that was entiryley new to her, but not all together unpleasent. What was happening to her? Was Micah... tipsy? After just one glass? She considered the empty thing in her hands before breaking into a fit of giggled at the thought. No, she wasn't tipsy. It was too soon.
"I don't even know how to spell thermal fry mechanics," she muttered, cheeks red from the alcohol. "You know... I'd make a great bartender. I think I would at least. I nice enough when I'm in the mood to be... I'm... hell, I'll just say it. I'm pretty. And I have nice boobs." She poked at the mentioned body part with a finger curiously. "Guys and girls would come to buy drinks from me for just my boobs," she said desicivley. "They'd put a picture of my boobs up in the boob hall of fame I think." As Micah spoke her words became more and more slurred. She didn't notice. She was still pushing her breasts in to make exaggerated cleavage.
She'd forgotten to fill Keren's glass as she was asked. She turned to Keren who had gotten closer and grinned goofily. "M'kay," she said serenly, eyes sliding halfway shut as she reached for the bottle, pouring the wine with a great deal less grace than before. After filling her own glass she continued. "You know, you've got nice boobs too. They looks really round and stuff." Another sip of wine. "Some boobs are really like... slopey, you know? They like slope down wierdly. I don't like those." Micah pulled a face and shook her head. "And... I've seen a fair amount of boobs. I was... kind of the catch of the county back home." He raised her glass, as if in a toast at the mention of her former glory. "Between Alexij and I... we were... we were pretty good."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:37 pm
Having just called it quits with a biffle whose idea of body talk was calling Keren tall and gangly, getting her boobs complimented was more than okay. She certainly thought they were pretty awesome. Maybe Leah had just been jealous - there was no hiding that the Derouen girl was flat as a board. "Thank you," she said, looking clumsily down at her own cleavage and deciding that if Micah said it was nice then it was probably nice.
Raising her glass to her lips, Keren made a pretense of drinking it slowly, but at about the point that Los Angeles crumbled into the sea she dropped this and chugged it once more. "New game!" proclaimed Keren, hiccuping slightly and setting her glass aside. It was affecting her quickly, probably a combination of low BMI and the fact that she hadn't had any dinner yet. Never mind. Before Micah could say anything to the contrary, Keren had pulled her own shirt over her head.
"Strip Terrible Science Fiction," she proposed, gesturing to her neon green bra. She flopped back against the bed. "This movie needs more tits, anyways. I mean, we'll be naked by the midpoint but who gives a ******** THAT IS NOT HOW VOLCANOES WORK!" she objected loudly, and chucked a potato chip at the screen for good measure. (For anyone keeping track, no food had yet actually made its way into Keren's mouth.)
"Stop me if this is gross," said Keren, fully aware that anything prefaced with those words probably was gross. "But did you and Alexij ever, like, have a threesome with someone? Since you were both, like, catch of the county or whatever?"
She reached for the wine bottle but found it to be pathetically out of her reach. "I mean, I'd say you're catch of the county just for your hair, but I am ridiculously biased. Also? Forget the picture, they would cast your boobs in bronze and stick them on a pedestal with the caption THE BEST BOOBS IN THE UNIVERSE, SUCK IT."
Keren disolved into giggles and did her best tipsy shimmy. "What do you think, does my neon green bra get an honorable mention?" Because it had seemed like a laugh riot when she bought it. The look her mother gave her when she saw it hanging in the laundry closet was worth it the forty bucks.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:25 pm
Games? Micha liked games. More than anything else, even Alexij sometimes, Micah liked games. She was about to ask about the rules of the game until she looked over at Keren, who had shucked off her shirt in favor of a half topless look. If the alcohol hadn't already given Micah's face a nice, rosy tint, the blush certainly did.
Oh dear.
It wasn't that Micah had a problem with nudity, and especially not with her body. Where her brother was a mess about everything he was, Micah was certain, with erh athlete's body, that she looked good. But it was just... Micah couldn't really place it, but the thing wiggling around in her stomach was telling her that this was either going to end very well or in complete tragedy.
Well, wasn't this how Micah liked it? A blatant challenge and a definite winner?
Micah downed the rest of her glass, eyes on Keren the entire time. Just don't think. Micah tossed her own shirt over her head and somewhere into the corner. Her had on her favorite white sports bra. She only ever wore sport bras, finding that they offered better support and more comfort than any other type. She was mildly embarassed by that decision now, however, since Keren had such a nice bra, and nice breasts to fill them. Micah could not stop her eyes form venturing to the heaving chest of her new friend. She also could not stop her heart from pounding or her body form pulsating in time with that fast pulse.
"No, I... I can't say that we did," Micah's voice was too high for her, and she had to stop and clear her throat. "I mean... it never really came up. But... even if I did, I'm pretty sure we'd both decline." Under normal circumstances the idea of sexing up her own brother would make Micah want to vomit, wash herself in clorox, and then set herself on fire. But there were more distracting things in play at that moment.
Oh god.
Keren was sprawling out on her bed.
In her bra.
This wasn't fair. Some higher power was playing dirty with her. Right down to the question about hew own breasts.
"Oh..." Now her voice was too deep. The kind of deep that betrayed the lust of a persons heart. The kind of deep that kept someone over all night. "They... they certainly get mroe than honorable mention," she admitted, golden eyes locking onto Keren's chest, watching it rise and fall with her breathing. She oculd even swear she saw the pulse in Keren's chest.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:46 pm
"Yeah," agreed Keren, propping herself up on her elbows. "I guess that is kind of gross." Kinky, maybe - but not her kink. She beamed at Micah, blushing bright red. The wine had lowered her inhibitions, certainly, but it had also had a tremendously clarifying effect. She now knew without a shadow of a doubt where the butterflies had come from.
Keren was pretty certain that neither of them was paying any attention to the movie anymore, despite the loud explosions taking place onscreen. Giggling, she sat up and scooted towards Micah. "More than an honorable mention?" she asked, wiggling. "I mean, I guess we could compare."
She tsked at the sports bra. "Darling, this will not do. I am taking you to Elizabeth's Secret and we're gonna find you something swanky."
It was still a hard contest to judge, considering her range of vision was now wall-to-wall boobs. Keren cocked her head at Micah and pushed her glasses back up her nose. "Can we just call it a tie?" she asked, blushing as she leaned in. "I mean, if we dissolve into sloppy makeouts now I think we both win."
It was easily the alcohol making her so bold - and so giggly. Keren stifled a laugh and cupped Micah's chin in her hands. "Deal?" she asked. Really, no deal wasn't even on the table at this point without having friendship-wrecking consequences. It was deal or deal, sealed with a kiss, and it was Micah's move.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:38 pm
Micah nodded her head exaggeratedly in agreement at the thought of sex with Alexij being disgusting. She stopped only because she got dizzy and her stomach began to clench sickeningly. It churned more when Keren began wiggling her chest about. Micah watched with wrapped fascination as the mound rippled in the bra cups, not really moving, secured in place as they were, but more like... wanting to move. Micah's eye brows knitted together as she watched the breasts trying to get free of thier constraints, almost hypnotically.
Keren's voice shocked her out of her trance.
"My... I think this services me just fine," Micah muttered, tugging at her bra strap gently. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world but... when Micah spent so much of her time running she's take unfashionable over chafed nipples anyday. But if Keren wanted to... then Micah would go along.
Just like she'd go along with this. As Keren brough Micah's face up to meet hers, Micha's heart stopped beating. Was this... was this really happening? Had her presumably straight crush and current schoolgirl crush jsut suggested... no... yes? She had? Micah couldn't breath.
And just like with any other challenge, Micah dove right in. After a moment of though she propelled herself upward, smashing her lips to Keren's with none of the style she'd learned in four years of romantic activity. No finesse, no grace... just unartful, unpracticed... just her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:54 pm
Sloppy was definitely the appropriate word, decided Keren, although in her limited experience that was the only kind of make-out that existed. She was enough of a fangirl to have read and roleplayed every possible combination of smut under the sun, but tender romance and elegant seduction were things she'd managed to convince herself didn't actually exist. The clumsy way she and Micah were presently mashing their lips together, with all the elegance of a pair of drunken banana slugs, only served to prove her hypothesis as correct.
In the world of Keren Della-Blue, it was sloppy make-outs or no make-outs at all. The goofy grin that she was rapidly developing only served to make things even less elegant, as if her inebriated state hadn't already done that.
Keren pulled away from Micah, if only because at some point in the last minute and a half she had forgotten how to do really basic things like breathe. "It's not even midnight yet," she observed, glancing at the VCR. "D'you think this counts as a New Years kiss? I mean, I wouldn't object to making out some more in a couple hours."
Actually, that would be pretty cool.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:11 pm
Keren pulled away from Micah and her first thought was well why the hell did you do that? She made a pathetic sound somewhere in her throat and thrust herself back up at Keren's lips, nipping plantivley at her bottom lip. No, come back. Things were just getting good. And for the love of god, stop talking.
Micah pulled back with an angry sound, trying to listen to Keren through the lusty buzz that had sent adrenaline coursing through her body. All Micah saw here lips and breasts and oh god, she wanted all of it. She wanted to slamm the TV off, turn on all the lights, and ravage Keren in the splendor of a well lit room so she could see every face and motion she made while her lips traveled over her whole body.
The idea made her pulse pick up again. Who gives a damn when we kiss. Micah might have said it. She might not have. But she did know that she growled and grabbed Keren's face, slamming it back down onto her own with renwed force.
And then the room started to tilt. What was going on now? Was this a new side of lust that Micah had never expirienced before? Her brain was bussing differently now, and she couldn't drag her eyes open. Was her mouth even still moving against Keren's? Where had her mouth gone? Suddenly Micah's head was resting agains Keren's chest and Micah couldn't bring herself to move it. She was helpless as the viel of inebriated sleep drug her under to slumber.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:27 pm
Keren had been fallen asleep on before, but never under these contexts. She had been Leah Derouen's designated sober-butt at enough parties to recognize the signs of when someone had had a bit too much... But, then again, Keren had never made out with Leah Derouen.
For a moment, she just sat there, perplexed at the head that had found its way to a resting place against her bosom. Then, the instincts of a dozen late night soirees found its way back to her. Gently, she lowered Micah from where she'd fallen asleep, easing her friend (girlfriend? She'd sort it out later when the other girl woke up) down onto the comforter. She tilted Micah's head to the side, just in case she puked (although after only two glasses of wine that seemed unlikely.)
Keren sat back and admired her work, unabashedly studying the gentle curve of Micah's jaw and the flat, pale length of her torso. There were any number of things you could do to an unconscious friend, none of them very nice and most of them beyond what Keren considered to be appropriate moral behavior. There was, however, one thing that she always found appropriate to do when a friend had just passed out drunk.
The purple-haired girl got carefully up from the bed and crossed quickly to Micah's desk. Her eyes swept across the assorted stationery and writing utensils before focusing in on a green Crayola marker. Keren smirked, grabbed it, and returned to Micah's side.
There was no telling when Micah would wake up, but when she did she would find her stomach decorated with any number of rude cartoons. Keren grinned to herself as she drew, dragging the marker gleefully across Micah's skin. After all, what else were friends for?
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