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CHAPTER 6
MINECRAFT - Origins
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"Wake up," Lily said. And Gabrielle woke with a start, with panicked energy despite the headache that hindered her need to move, the parched mouth, the sore foreskin, the looming nausea, the boner, the massive, aching and taut ballsack pulling at her crotch.
She was in the dark, she was in a bed, under the covers, there was a curly-haired shadow leaning over her, and her senses had to explain the situation at the speed of survival instinct.
"Smells like dick in here, what the fuck!" Lily hissed low.
Gabrielle had passed out during her edging session, stoned out of her wits, and now it was probably past midnight or worse and Lily was back. And Isla too.
Gabrielle grabbed the comforter before anyone could rip it off. She was still naked. Her eyes squinted, adjusted to the light shining askew from the hallway and into the bedroom, and saw that this shadow, this voice was Lily, fully clothed, back from her aunt's, back in her room. Real Lily. Not a hallucination. Reality. Consequences.
"Come on, you have to leave!"
Gabrielle sat up, pressing everything at hand over her chest. "I'm naked."
"I know. I brought your clothes, found them downstairs."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Lou, I fell asleep--"
"Yeah, whatever. Just get ready, I drive you home. It's one in the morning, for fuck's sake."
"Where's your mom?" Gabrielle was on the verge of tears.
So Lily calmed things down. There was no point in entertaining fright. She was not even angry apparently. "She got shitfaced," she said. "They talked politics," she rolled her eyes, this explaining that. "I had to drive. I took her to bed, she's fast asleep."
"She didn't see the mess?"
"No, she was shitfaced. Come on." Lily took the heap of folded clothes and put it on the top of Gabrielle's head, like a hat. "I
cleaned
your mess."
"Uuugh you saw everything I did."
Lily smirked. "I hope it was fun."
Gabrielle lay back down into the depths of the bed. "I'm still... I'm still high, uuugh..." She was but not in the good way.
"Get dressed, I bring you some water," Lily said, leaving.
"My heaaad..."
And because Gabrielle found herself alone, her guilt could spread out fully, over her mind which spurred on, accelerated, everything was clear and she needed to act as hastily as possible. She sat on the edge of the bed and dropped unarticulated equivalents of F-bombs over and over through the emergency flow of muscle memory which helped her dress fast, expecting to see Isla bursting through the door any moment, screaming and calling 911, and the DEA, and the high school principal, and the secret organization that hunts down and kills Rebz, and the cartels, and Twitter, and her parents. And why not, Lily could come back too and catch her half-naked.
Gabrielle was losing her erection fast, although not without a certain squidgy stiffness remaining inside a mellow body heat which told her that she had passed out before she could cum.
The real problem was her balls. They had blown her scrotum to the size of an unwieldy pomelo. Throbbing with pain. A bad pain. Sitting on her lap like something that didn't belong here. She couldn't believe how big they were, it wasn't realistic, it was cartoon logic. It was scary. And so, sooo hot. Because it looked hot, like having a big cock, like having big tits, and the pain had a lewd undertone, a voice of its own that wasn't afraid to say fuck:
Get that fuckin' cum out!
But why was she thinking about this? Isla and Lily were about to burst in. Gabrielle wrapped boxer briefs and pants over the whole thing with a wince and hoped dim lights would be enough for the evacuation maneuver.
Lily suddenly was padding into the bedroom, with in her hand a glass of water the size of a vase. "Here."
Gabrielle gulped it down before even saying, "Thanks."
Then she put her shoes on.
Having them on felt good, like being able to run away. She found her backpack on the desk chair and put her bra into it. Her nipples hardened under her blouse as she did. Hangover and ridicule wouldn't prevent her from being still as horny as all hell.
"Come on, I'll drive you home," Lily said.
"You're not drunk?"
"No. Get in the car. I'll gather the trash."
"What time is it?"
"I said it's one fifteen."
"Oh nooooo..."
Gabrielle checked her phone and saw, below the dreadful
1:17
, eight missed calls and three texts. One from each family member and they all said the same thing:
ok but you'll have some explaining to do tomorrow.
It wasn't normal, her mother should have called the National Guard by now.
"Your dad called me," Lily explained. "I made up a story. I was very convincing."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I did."
She looked again and indeed seven of the calls were from Lily.
Pot is one helluva drug.
"The official storyline," Lily explained, "is I leave you home on the way back from Aunt Darla, where you were cordially invited for dinner. Alright? You'll remember all that?"
"Yeah, ok..." Gabrielle sighed. "I hate lying."
"You have a dick, you lie all the time," Lily commented, leaving again.
"Uuuuugh..."
Gabrielle gathered her stuff, trying to remember what this
stuff
was exactly. Her testicles made every movement a hiccup of agony.
I need to cum
, she thought with painfully contradictory feelings about it.
She stumbled in the semi-darkness, downstairs to the car in the garage, while Lily was getting rid of the fingerprints.
She sat in the passenger seat and waited.
She was feeling horrible. Not just physically. Her leftover high was everything at once, a warm drowsiness and a sluggish paranoia. Around her it was all whirring, the neon lights, the AC, the water heating tank. And again there was a menacing doorway, this time on her left, about to show Isla coming for reckoning.
Suddenly Gabrielle recoiled into her seat with a "hG" of fear right out of her guts: just the garage door clunking open.
Lily opened the driver's door and dropped her purse and a trashbag on Gabrielle's lap. Another "hG", of pain.
She sat behind the wheel.
The thick and snug silence of a car pushed into their eardrums as she shut her door.
They sighed with relief.
Allowed themselves five seconds of respite.
Lily turned toward Gabrielle. Saw her eyes closed, red in the face.
"Hey, Gabe." She took a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and then, extending her arm, crumpled it against Gabrielle's cheek.
"What's that? stop it!"
"Found it in a certain Nintendo controller."
"Yeah, I pay for my drinks."
And the skit began.
"What I look like, a charity case?" Lily pushed the bill into the side of her belly, where it tickled, and started singsonging, "I~don't~need~your~handouts!"
Gabrielle squeaked, and squirmed, and wrestled with her hand.
"Welcome to the real world, jackaaass!" Lily insisted.
And eventually Gabrielle shouted back. "
I'm an aduuult!
" And she snatched the money and jumped into the tickle fight.
As it should be no surprise, Lily had the blessing of a loud belly laugh, one that could last until the diaphragm contractions started feeding themselves and the laughter would crash into wheezes and tears. The most contagious type. And that's where they met. Gabrielle at first chortling through her nose joined her into a laugh that could be heard from outside the car.
Everything was going to be alright.
"Gabe, you are one crazy hoe!"
"Bite me!"
They laughed. Fine. Good. Regrets fading into remorse fading into good memories already.
Lily started the engine.
