Copyright PennameWombat June 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is part 4 of "Chronicle: Mel and Chris," which began in "Chronicle: Mel & Chris" and continued in part 2 of the same title. This series is a sequel to the "Mel's Phone Call" trilogy and works as part 7 of that series.
If you haven't read them I hope you'll be interested in Chris and Mel's 'origin story' in the trilogy that begin in "Mel's Phone Call" and continued in "Mel's Phone Call, Part 2" and "Mel's Phone Call, Part 3," all in 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur Stories.' Our core cast of characters were introduced there.
New characters have arrived here and you might also find my 'Geek Pride' series of interest (initial entry, 'You Promised Me Geeks' in Non-Human) as their characters are likely to drop by here now and again (and vice-versa) as well as 'Chasing Robes & Shadows' in Exhibitionist & Voyeur.
Tags: Anal Sex, College, Cum Swallowing, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, FFM, First Time, Exhibitionism, Older woman, Vibrator,
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Beware of Gifts from Geeks
[January 25, 1986]
Sam
"You look like shit," Sam heard from the smiling, horned, demonic presence that poured itself a mug of coffee, black hair messily askew but coal-black eyes glittery and excited. It wore a too small, worn, no longer fuzzy white bathrobe that left the entirety of its long, lovely legs exposed to the ankle socks. The robe was sort of tied but rather than hide the round and firm breasts it simply framed them. Sam knew the demon could control its image. Its wings being invisible was common but for now the tail was also hidden.
"Bleah...," Sam managed and stretched her neck as she moved her head in a 360 degree roll as she closed then opened her eyes. The demon chuckled and prepped a second mug.
"Never drink with that fucking barbarian and his giant amazon bitch," she continued but her usually clean, high voice was hoarse and trailed into a squeaky complaint, "she must have two livers or something. By the end it was tequila shots and they didn't even touch her!"
Sam accepted the steaming mug, just a dash of milk as she liked it, closed her eyes again as the hot liquid hit her tongue before she felt the warmth spread. She wore a thin tee that ended just below her crotch and over that an untied knee-length robe and her second-favorite pair of fuzzy slippers. Despite the Saturday morning January chill the house was well insulated and Sam was a tad jealous that even though this house was much larger than her little apartment from what Teresa had said her share of the heating bill was barely two-thirds what Sam paid on her own each month.
The demon laughed as Sam opened her eyes and exhaled slowly to remove one of the multiple layers of rough wool around her brain. As usual this emissary of the hadean planes was way too cheerful for whatever time it was, but especially THIS morning. She watched the infernal beast disguised as an athletically beautiful girl prep another mug.
"Oh, yeah," Sam grunted, "happy birthday Mel! Oh god, another night with alcohol!"
"We'll stick with sodas and juice," said the succubus with a grin, "come see my birthday present!"
Mel picked up the extra mug and turned to lead Sam out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The redhead lagged and topped off her mug then followed slowly, in part because bells rang in her brain with each step but being a few steps below the demon meant the bottom half of her excellent ass was visible as was a hint of closely-trimmed black with each rising step.
That sight and the coffee did wonders for her mood, then Mel altered her stride slightly to bend forward, apparently aware of the attention. Of course she was. Then she stopped with both feet just beyond shoulder width on the last stair before the landing and leaned forward at an acute angle.
"C'mon, Sam," the demon's suddenly raspy husk sliced through Sam's hangover like a knife, "give it a kiss, you're enjoying it so much."
Sam stopped with her face level with Mel's ass, saw her pink lips, the hair dried but clearly matted from activities the redhead tried not to think too deeply about because thinking hurt too much. Sam nudged the robe a bit higher with her free hand then kissed first the right then the left ass cheek, slid her hand between the legs to find with two fingers the clit that never seemed to sleep. Then she withdrew her hand as she trailed the fingers along the puffy lips. A not unpleasant aroma of plenty of sex and lust just about crowded the coffee's out of her nose.
"You've been fucking boys again," Sam said, "jeez girl..."
"A boy, give it a try sometime," she heard Mel snort, then a light laugh and the demon stepped quickly onto the landing and turned into Chris's room. Sam blinked, smiled, after a second's hesitation stepped up and followed Mel into the room.
"Ah, about time," she heard Chris say just as she saw Mel set his mug of coffee on his desk, which for some reason had two computers on it instead of the usual one. He grabbed it and 'aahhed' after a long sip.
"Well, I had to reboot this one's brain," Mel said as she nudged Chris, he turned.
"Oh, hey, hi Sam, you look like total shit...," he said, Mel's happy laugh joined with Sam's raspberry with extra tongue for his response, "I guess I should've warned you."
"Huh?" Sam's eyes scrunched as she stepped to the desk, stood to his left in front of the terminal he'd had since summer as he sat in front of some new machine, Mel at his right shoulder with an equally puzzled expression. Chris had old soccer shorts on, unfortunately not
that
pair, Sam thought with a touch of disappointment, and a tee.
"Yeah," Chris said with a shy smile, "Bobby's told me Anna has some sort of supernatural tolerance for the booze, said she drank him and his buddy Howard under the table over Christmas. Howard's the guy that brought us the Halloween beers and Bobby says he has only a bit of blood in his alcohol circulatory system. But she even did him in."
"Now you fucking tell us," Sam growled as Mel had to quickly recover as her laughter fit caused her to almost lose her coffee, "Teresa's liver left a farewell cruel world note on her desk..."
"Chris will make it up to you with nice hot baths and full body massages for you and Teresa," Mel said, lightly punched him in the shoulder, "right? For failing to warn any of us about the alien and her magical resistance to strong drink?"
Sam's mouth opened but she caught herself, took the statement in. She decided she'd leave it, didn't have the strength for THAT discussion right now. Change the subject.
"Yes to the massages. Now, what's that machine, you guys?"
"That's my birthday present," Mel's face brightened, her hair bounced around the horns, "Chris had phone sex with my mom he won't admit how many times to arrange it. Well, that and one of his relatives is screwing a married guy. Not the guy she's married to so Chris blackmailed her to get it for me."
"That's the prettiest computer I've ever seen," Sam said, "and, um, what? Phone sex? Blackmail?"
"Blackmail is a tawdry word, let's say I made an agreement of mutual benefit. As to the first point, I plead the fifth. But it is from her mom and me."
Sam compared it to the terminal next to it, which was a dark gray box with a screen, a gray keyboard, all hard lines, ninety degree angles. The new one also had a screen, but there the comparison ended. There were no right angles, all curved slopes to the rear, green, red and blue panels, the keyboard a darker blue, the white lettering of the keys in sharp contrast.
"It's a FruitTree Computers RedFruit," Mel chirped, "a Plus model, they just came out like, last week!"
"FruitTree?" Sam sipped her coffee as she fought through the pain to think, "oh, wait. They did that big Super Bowl commercial couple years ago?"
"Yup," Chris said, his face turned back to the screen, "back in 1984. Their older ones look more like that one next to you, but even they had colors. Now, super sleek and awesome screens. Ok, Mel, I have the terminal emulator set up to call in for the physics system at the Uni so you can check your email, what's your password and we'll test it out?"
"Hah! You think I'm telling a blackmailer and phone sex pervert like you my password?"
Sam smiled, sipped her coffee to stifle a laugh.
"Only if you want someone skilled to use your email, you'll tell me."
"Skilled? I've seen your email. When that otter isn't writing on paper he's doing your email."
