Eniari Irl Pt 11 Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

Saturday dawned clear and bright. I knew that I had slept late, but I wasn't sure how late. I could smell breakfast cooking, and my stomach growled. Dressed in only my long T-shirt, I stepped lightly out of the bedroom and followed my nose to the kitchen.

There, tending to a skillet full of bacon was Pauli, dressed much the same as last night, and nursing a Bloody Mary.

"Good timing Hooker, the bacon is just about done!" he said.

"Mmm...bacon!" I said, "Got a Bloody for me?"

"You know I do!" he said, handing me a glass.

I love Bloody Marys, and Pauli makes the best one I think I've ever tasted. So when I tell you that I

may

have sucked that first Bloody down a little quickly, I want you to understand, that it was just that damned hard to resist.

The bacon came off the skillet, and eggs were fried in the left-over grease. Add a couple slices of sourdough toast with melted butter, and the meal was a delightful way to break the fast. My first Bloody was gone, and Pauli mixed us seconds as we sat at the table and devoured our bacon and eggs.

"So, is the Bartender coming over today?" I asked.

"Not this morning" Pauli replied, "she had some thing to do for work."

"Too Bad" I replied, "she's an absolute doll!"

He just smiled and nodded, sipping his Bloody.

"I'm very pleased that y'all seem to be getting along so well" I continued, "I'll feel okay leaving you in her hands when I have to return to the Mainland."

"You know you're not going back there anytime soon" he said confidently, "island life is too good to leave!"

"You left" I replied.

"And then spent my entire life trying to get back out here" he said.

I considered his words. There were a lot of places that I

could

be, and yet here I was. Hanging out with my Bestie, drinking Bloody Marys on a Saturday morning, on one of the most beautiful Islands in the world. Life really didn't get much better than this.

But deep inside me, I knew that it could.

I didn't guzzle my second Bloody Mary, but nonetheless, my glass was empty again. "Pauli" I said plaintively, "My glass has a hole in it!"

"Geezus Hooker, slow down!" he laughed.

"I promise to sip my

next

one" I said, holding my glass out to him and trying my best to give him sad-puppy-dog eyes.

"Okay" he said, "but don't blame me for getting you drunk first thing in the morning."

I wasn't going to get drunk. It took a

lot

of alcohol to even get tipsy these days. I just wanted delicious Bloody Marys, and maybe some liquid fortitude to talk about what was in my head.

Pauli mixed me a third Bloody and handed me the glass. I smiled brightly at him and sipped the delicious beverage. We sat and talked about the events of yesterday. I confided in him that the fight had brought out some unpleasant memories from my in-game experiences.

"You know I'm always here for you, Brother" he said, "even if I seem a little distracted by your new appearance, I'm still your friend!"

"I know" I said, "and I'm sorry to burden you with this."

"Honestly, it's no burden" he replied.

I took a sip of my Bloody, "I appreciate that" I said, "and I appreciate you opening your home to me."

"Gurl" he said, "any time, mi casa es su casa, you know that!"

I looked down at the table top, "I just wish there was some way I could be as good a friend as you've been to me."

"Look here, Hooker" he started, "you came all the way out here to spend time with me, you've fixed my front porch light, you keep paying for beer (somehow), and because of your influence, I think I'm dating my favorite Bartender, who by the way,

encourages

us to fool around!"

"Yeah, but..." I started to say, and was cut off.

"No buts" he said, "except of course yours and the Bartender's, who I will reiterate, is just fine with all of us doing dirty, dirty things to each other! What more could a guy ask for? You are a fantastic friend!"

I smiled, "Okay, when you put it that way, I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right" he said, "at least about this!"

There was a pause in the conversation while we both sipped our Bloodies. While I can't speak to his thoughts, my own were replaying our tryst from the night before.

"So, about last night" I said, "that was a lot of fun!"

He blushed, "I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

"Didn't you?"

He nodded, and a ghost of a smile crossed his face, "I wasn't the only one, our Bartender kept me up for another couple of hours sexting after that little video you sent to her."

I grinned at him, "Dude, she sent me a short video of her fingering herself" I said, "she's a keeper!"

"I know, right?!" he replied, "She's like the most perfect girlfriend I could hope for, I just know there's gotta be a catch."

"Maybe" I said, "and maybe not. I think it's just time someone nice came into your life!"

"You're pretty nice" he said, chuckling.

"Yeah, but I'm kind of a freak" I replied, "aside from being at least a head taller than you with blue skin and pointy ears, my sexual proclivities have not yet been fully explored."

"I kinda figured we were gonna explore the depths of your depravity after the Bartender gets here" he said with a grin.

"Y'know, she's not encouraging me to do anything she hasn't already done" I said, "are you gonna be okay with that?"

"After last night" he started, "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be okay with whatever happens tonight. But what about you?" he asked, "You don't even know if you like butt-stuff, much less getting double-stuffed"

"Well, you can help me figure out how I feel about butt-stuff before she comes over" I said. I could feel myself blush.

Pauli stared at me, like a deer in the headlights.

"I mean you don't have to" I said, hurriedly, "I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position."

"No, I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting that" he said, "and as far as uncomfortable positions, I kinda think you should worry less about me and more about yourself."

We shared a chuckle, and then a companionable silence.

The silence was broken when we both tried to talk at the same time.

"I'm okay with..." He started.

"I want you to..." I said.

"Sorry" he said, "Ladies first."

I laughed out loud, "I'm no lady" I said, "what I was going to say is I want you to fuck my ass."

He blushed beet red, "I was gonna say I'm okay with waiting until the Bartender is here, but if you want to do it before then I'm okay with that, too."

There was a momentary pause in the conversation, as both of us sat with our own thoughts,

"So" I said, "neither of us is naked."

"You wanna get nekkid?" he asked.

"Do you?" I replied, slowly lifting the hem of my pajama t-shirt.

I stripped my shirt off as he dropped his shorts to the floor. As I pulled my cobalt blue hair free of the shirt, he was hurrying to get his shirt off.

"Do you just not wear underwear? he asked.

"Not if I can help it" I replied, as I helped him pull his shirt over his head.

He was already hard, and I didn't really feel like wasting any time. I grabbed his dick and dropped to my knees, taking him between my lips and sucking until I felt his balls against my chin. He groaned in pleasure as I gave him head, and I could feel his fingers in my hair. I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his shaft, paying special attention sensitive skin just behind the head of his cock.

"Okay, you gotta stop" he panted, "or we're not gonna find out anything but how good you can swallow."

I pulled away grinning, "Alright then, my turn?" I asked as I stood and bent at the waist, supporting myself on his kitchen counter.

He knelt behind me and spread me open, running his tongue from my clit all the way to my asshole. He sucked on my clit and my labia, teasing my holes with his tongue and finger-tips until my legs were shaking.

"Oh fuck that feels good" I panted.

He kept eating me out until my knees started buckling and I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled away and stood behind me, I could feel the heat of his cock as he pushed into me.

"Oh Goddess Yes!" I cried out, "Fuck my Pussy!"

He was building to a rhythm that would eventually carry him and me to a very satisfying orgasm, when I asked him to slow down.

"This...feels...great" I breathed as he thrust into me, "but I...want you...in my...ass!"

He paused, and I felt him throbbing inside me, "You sure?"

"Uh-huh" I panted.

I could feel his length slide out of my pussy. His hands spread my ass, and then I felt his tongue on my asshole again. Wet and slick, lots of saliva on my ass for lubrication, and then the head of his dick, pressing against my tight little hole, being forced into me. I cried out, and he started to pull out of me.

"No!" I hissed, "I want you to fuck my ass!"

He pushed into me, the head of his cock pushing past my resistant sphincter with an almost audible pop. There was some pain, I'm not gonna pretend there wasn't. His shaft was eventually buried in my asshole. I could feel his groin pressed tightly to my backside, as my hole was stretched around the girth of his member. He held me like this before he started to move. Just slow motion thrusts to start, barely even pulling any of his length out of me before pushing back in. I groaned in pleasure at the sensation, encouraging him to continue. His thrusts became longer and faster, and soon he was pounding my ass like he'd been fucking my pussy. I could feel myself coming, the hot juices flowing down the inside of my shaking thighs. I knew I was crying out in pleasure, but I was not conscious of what I was saying.

The kitchen counter was supporting my weight completely now, as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me roughly to him, every thrust causing a meaty slap as my ass bounced off his groin.

"Coming" he growled and buried himself deep in my asshole. I screamed in pleasure as I felt his hot load spray inside me. I'd been coming steadily for what felt like hours, and I couldn't even remember my name as he collapsed on top of me. My legs felt like jello, and my ass was on fire, but in a good way. He caught his breath and pulled out of me, staggering to the fridge for a couple of cold ones.

"Goddamn, you are a great fuck!" he said offering me a beer.

"You too" I panted, taking the beer and gratefully pressing the cold can to my forehead before popping the top and draining it.

"Okay" he said, finally, "you like butt stuff."

I burst out laughing, "I think 'like' is a bit of an understatement" I replied.

"So, the Bartender's offer?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "definitely wanna take her up on that!"

We took turns in the shower, but all pretense of modesty had gone out the window. Instead of trying to wrap my towel around my body, I just wrapped my wet hair when I was finished in the shower. As I was brushing my teeth, Pauli came into the bathroom, also nude. His flaccid cock and recently drained balls hung heavy as he stepped into the shower.

"Hey Pauli" I called over the sound of the water, "are you gonna be okay for later?"

I heard him chuckle from the other side of the shower enclosure. "Yeah Hooker, I'm sure I'll be recovered before I'm called on to service you and the Bartender later."

"I'm asking, because I may have something that could help you" I said, thinking about the potion recipes in my repertoire. I knew I had the herbs to mix up some basic elixirs, I just had to figure out which one would be most beneficial for Pauli.

"Yer not gonna turn me into anything weird, are ya?" he asked.

"Nah, the only thing we're gonna do is increase your strength and stamina" I replied, having just decided on the Elixir of Brute Force. The name sounds inelegant, but it would get the job done.

"I figure it'll be safe enough for you to take" I said, "and if you can't take it, you won't be able to swallow it."

"What do you mean 'if I

can't

take it'?" he asked.

"Well, some consumables are level dependent in-game" I replied, "if a player/character is too low level they can't use said consumable. But I don't think that really applies to normal humans."

"Can we test that theory?" he asked, "y'know before the Bartender gets here."

"Sure" I replied, "lemme check my stock of herbs and see how many of these I can mix up."

The ingredients were not common, and this was not a "cheap" elixir to produce, but I had the materials to brew two. I moved into the kitchen with only the towel on my head and started to brew up the elixir. The smell was not as pleasant as the healing potions had been.

"Gawd what stinks, Hooker?" said Pauli as he joined me in the kitchen.

"That's the smell of victory" I joked.

"Smells more like de-feet" he replied, chuckling at the play on words.

When the elixir was complete I set it on the counter to cool off. The red/orange liquid was about the consistency of heavy cream, and though it had been sitting on the counter for some time, it seemed to swirl in the crystal vial as if it had been recently stirred. As a precaution, I mixed up a Potion of Curing to remove any poison effects. After all, I wasn't trying to kill my friend!

"What's the second one for?" Pauli asked.

"That's just in case the first one is too much for you" I replied, "you wanna give it a try?"

"No time like the present" he said, "how much should I drink?"

"Just a sip to start" I said, "and we'll see how it works, or if we need to use the second potion."

"Sounds good" he said, as he picked up the cooled elixir, "Down the hatch!"

He lifted the vial to his lips and took just a small sip, making a face at the taste of the concoction.

"Doesn't taste any better than it smells" he said.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I could see the elixir take effect. The muscles in his body tightened up and seemed to swell. Additionally his cock stirred as his blood began to pump through his veins with renewed vigor.

"Whoa" he said, "that's a rush! I feel a couple of decades younger!"

"Alright, now let's see how long that little sip lasts" I said.

He smiled and stepped toward me, I could see his cock starting to grow erect. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and noted the time. Purely for science, I thought as I felt his hands pull me to him. The increased muscle mass wasn't just for show, he could actually man-handle me now. I rested my arms on his shoulders in a loose embrace, while he nuzzled my tits. He grabbed my ass with both hands and easily lifted me. Taking that as my cue, I wrapped my long legs around his waist. I could feel his rigid member pressing into me.

"This is

amazing

, Hooker!" he said, "I feel like a fucking teenager again!"

I groaned as his cock slid inside me again, "Uhnf...it's not...ahh...permanent." I said as he thrust into me.

"Ah...fuck...that's a shame" he grunted, "but...I'll take...what I...can get!"

He punctuated his words with thrusts. The added strength allowed him to move me up and down his shaft like I weighed nothing. I was a little worried for the Bartender, with this kind of power he could probably do some damage if he wasn't careful...unless I gave her some Brute Force, too.

I thought about that, while he was using me like a Flesh-light. Both he and the Bartender, amplified by the Elixir of Brute Force, one in each of my holes or both of them thrusting together in the same hole. I didn't really care at that point, my brain was getting a little fuck-drunk. All I could feel was him moving inside me, his hands gripping my ass, and his lips and tongue on my nipples. Again, conscious thought was rendered nearly impossible, and I was just thinking in pictures as I felt the liquid warmth of another orgasm starting to radiate from the center of me.

"Ungh...cumming!" he grunted as I felt his cock pulse inside me. That was enough to push me over the edge, we shared a moment of orgasmic bliss as my best friend emptied his balls inside me for the second time this morning.

When he released his grip on my ass, and I set my feet back on the kitchen floor my brain started to reboot. I glanced over at the clock on the microwave: twenty minutes had passed from the time that he'd taken a sip of the elixir, and it's effects had not worn off. His cock, while not rock hard, was not completely flaccid, and the added muscle on his body was still obvious.

"Yeah, I don't think you need any more of that until later tonight" I said, putting the stopper on the bottle and depositing it into the extra-dimensional space that was my bags.

"That stuff packs a punch!" he said, looking down at his body, "I think that needs to be a 'special occasions only' kind of treat."

"Agreed" I said, "and I'm going to give both you and the Bartender a dose tonight. I don't want you to be able to break her."

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'm already more than strong enough" I said, "this just puts the both of you on my level."

It was at that moment that the elixir wore off. I watched as Paulie was visibly diminished. He staggered for a second and caught himself on the counter. I moved forward and grabbed him around the shoulders to help support him.

"Oof...fuck, it feels like aging forty years in two seconds" he said, "got anything in your bag of tricks to help with the crash?"

"As a matter of fact, I do" I said, "but it's food, not a potion or elixir."

I pulled an egg out of the fridge, pulled some mild spices out of my bags and made an herb baked egg for him. "Here, eat this slowly, if you spend at least ten seconds eating it you should start to feel better."

He took the egg and started to eat with small bites. "This tastes a lot better than the elixir" he said.

"It should" I replied, "it's one of the first recipes I learned when I was leveling, it boosts your stamina and spirit. It should take the edge off the crash."

I watched as he finished the egg. His color improved, and he chuckled "Next time let's start with the food and work up to the pharmaceuticals."

"That's a deal" I said, "as much fun as that ride was, I'm not sure it was worth the crash you suffered."

"And I don't wanna get hooked on something that you won't be able to consistently supply" he replied, "I can get eggs anywhere!"

"And that's the low end of what I can make. Boiled clams, clam chowder, crab cakes, a couple of different recipes for pork ribs" I said, "and those are just the recipes for which I can easily get the meat."

"Sounds like you're fixing dinner tonight!" he said, "We'll pick up pork ribs and sides at the grocery."

"We probably oughta get dressed first" I said.

"Agreed!"

It was going to be a

very

good night!