“Her lips, so smooth and wet!” I ponder.
“She enjoys it, she wants me to push forwards!” Twilight responds.
“She clearly took that, as an invite; but I can't complain, I enjoy it to much!” I ponder; “And, and, and I like being on top of her!” I conclude.
“I had never expected Rarity like my rubbery lips, coated with lubricant and glossy!” she considers, taken aback by my advances.
“Whatever lip-gloss, or lip-stick she is using; I need to know, so I can be as fabulous as I can be!” I consider.
Twilight is placing her hands on my hips, permitting her hands to slide towards my waist; before she is gaining a firm grip, holding me close.
I do not resist, I do not want to. Right now, I want her as close as she is comfortable with.
“Wait, why is she smooth and slippery in her mouth? She did not drink lubrication, before she turned towards me?” I ponder; without breaking the kiss, in order to ask.
While she herself had never had any lubrication even remotely close to her mouth, that isn't too far from the truth; even if this effect may be temporary, and wear off as she is letting go of the book she had just been reading. If reading was the right word, that is. Either way, she had been enjoying the adventure exposing her to the effect.
One small detail, a kiss can only be maintained for so long; we break the kiss, even if it is not exactly for breathing. It had been great, at least on my part, while I do not doubt she had enjoyed it with me; I could never have enjoyed it, had she not enjoyed it in the first place. In the name of my element, Generosity; her joy, is what I am enjoying.
“Ooh, ooh!” she exclaims; “I had never expected you, to enjoy it quite this much!” she continues.
“No? “ I inquire; “That is what I was thinking!” I respond.
“I was excited, and you were responding to me!” she points out; “Of course I was enjoying it!” she continues.
“I certainly could feel your excitement, coming through loud and clear!” I point out; “And since you enjoyed it, it started to excite me too!” I continue.
“My excitement was inspired; and you tied right back to it, as you were responding to me!” she explains; “Were you following me, or were you inspired by something more?” she inquires.
I pull away, kneeling beside her, and she is following suit. She is looking into my eyes, and I return her gaze. Though I guess I could not help myself, scanning her body as well. Her eyes had never changed, but her lips does look as if coated with rubber or silicon. I could not quite make out, which it is.
On closer inspection, the same glossy effect is coating her nipples and her orchid as well. Am I mistaken; but it is in her belly button too. The one thing I am clearly missing, due to not being in my sight; is the coating in her rump. Maybe I should not probe that right now, or even ask Twilight.
“May I?” I inquire, as I am extending the index-finger, of my right hand towards her belly.
“Why not; if you imagine you will like, what you find?” she responds, giggling.
“If it does not bother you; I doubt it could turn me of, right now!” I respond.
As I reach out, the tip of my finger soon reaches its target and I feel the slippery orifice; as it had been crafted from within the story, she had just been reading. I notice her excited reaction, as my finger is slipping in and stretching the skin inside her belly button. I feel the slippery silicon stretch far beyond my expectation, before I am pulling back in embarrassment.
“You enjoyed it?” I inquire.
“Yes!” she responds; “Does that bother or excite you?” she inquires, in turn.
“I am leaning towards excites me!” I offer, truth-fully.
“Oh, thank you!” she responds; “In that case, maybe I could tempt you farther?” she inquires.
“Yes, dear!” I respond; “You certainly could, if you are comfortable with that!” I add, smiling back at her.
“For you, Rarity; any time you like!” she responds.
“In that case!” I respond, as I am reaching for her glossy rubber-orchid.
“Yes, please; Rarity, by all means!” she responds; “If you like it, please continue!” she offers, now giggling.
I feel the petals of her orchid, slippery and wet; coating the hard rubber that is her plot. Slowly, carefully; I am caressing her, feeling the excited heat under the surface.
“Oh, oh! Ooooh!” I exclaim.
She is echoing my excitement. I guess I could not blame her, considering what she must be feeling; even if I can't imagine what it is like, for her.
After a minute, I lift my index-finger; rubbing it, against my thumb. I realize that her slippery juices are not smearing, by any means.
“Uh?” I exclaim; “How does this even work? It is not smearing, yet I can clearly feel, it is wet and slippery!” I continue.
“You tell me, your guess is as good as mind!” she ponders, but does not put words to her thought.
“It did not smear before; so I guess it should not smear now, either!” she then responds.
“In the story, you explored in your book?” I inquire.
“Yes, exactly!” she responds.
“Now she is making me want to read her book, even knowing it is not the kind of adventure I would have chosen!” I ponder.
The story she had been reading, seems to contain a mystery, and fabulous clothes very different from what I use to make.
As I continue to caress the petals of her orchid, I notice her breath quickening, leaving her breathe faster and faster. I soon notice her heart-rate going up. Since she had invited me, I dare to take this a step further. Maybe she would protest, or maybe she is loving it; without knowing it, just yet.
“Comfortable?” I inquire.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she mumbles, under her breath.
“Oh, oh!” I ponder, knowing exactly where I have her.
“I will take this, to the next level!” I ponder; “Hope you are still enjoying what I had in mind!” I then add.
She just nod, and I help her pulling her arms in under her back; observing her grabbing the opposing elbow in a firm grip.
“Oh, I had not expected that!” I mumble, as I slide down.
A moment later, I place my lips onto the top of her mound; parting my lips and extend the tip of my tongue, carefully licking the petals of her already wet orchid.
I notice her heart-rate going up, but her lips are sealed; she is quiet, as if a memory is muting her.
Now I decide to probe deeper, grabbing her rump with my bare hands; sliding forwards, finding the tips of my index-fingers sliding into the prepared orifice. My hands slide an inch farther, granting me a firm grip; I take it and slowly part my hands an inch and then two.
“Ooh!” I realize; “Delicious, slippery and wet; yet firm and tight!” I continue.
I certainly had not expected this, and have no idea as to what it does mean. Does it mean anything for her, or is it just a tease to please me?
“Does she like me to dilate her rump, and if so; how far do I dare to go?” I ponder.
With sealed lips, she can tell me exactly nothing; and with my fingers working as the plug, she is incapable of climax. I am oblivious of these facts, because she had failed to inform me; while she had the chance, if she had in fact realized the connection in real life.
Since I want to explore it, I am going slow; just as much for my own entertainment, as for her pleasure and excitement. Had I known, maybe I would have been acting differently; but I do not, so I have only my instinct to go on.
“She is so sweet and delicious, should I have tried this earlier?” I consider.
Of course, she had never been quite this delicious before, I may never have enjoyed it, the way I do now. She has just read a few chapters of the book, responsible for her predicament and condition. I could only imagine, she has been enjoying that book quite royally; just as I am enjoying her now, because of that.
Should I be ashamed, or proud of this? I can not help myself; and she seems to be enjoying what I am doing to and for her, right now.
“This is almost, like enjoying a cone of ice-cream!” I realize; half in chock, and half in delight.
“If she is enjoying it; I should give her, as much of it, as I possibly can!” I ponder.
With a firm grip, I hold on to her; lapping away at her, as I am enjoying myself more than I had been expecting. If only I had known? I can't let her down, right now.
Trying to maintain a gentle, lady-like grip; not too hard or firm, and not too loose and weak. Too hard could hurt her, or pull her out of the moment; too loose could slip out, or lose her in the process.
"What was that?” I ponder; as I feel her first orgasm, pinching my tongue, after ten minutes.
I stop, for a moment, contemplating; just how I am to react, and how I am to proceed. When I realize, she is not trying to push me out; I decide to continue, lapping away at her, in the hopes she is still enjoying it. I want to please her. Not just because she is my roommate and friend, but because I know she likes it, and I am enjoying doing this for her.
Maybe she would do it for me, or something else she thinks I enjoy; later, when I need it. I do not know, but I play this for myself, betting on her being a true friend. It is, what you do for a friend, after all. Wouldn't you?
“I just hope; I do not slip out prematurely, or do it wrong!” I ponder, as I start lapping at the petals of her orchid.
After a few minutes, I am feeling frisky and adventurous; pushing on harder, as I feel my tongue slipping into her. I feel the elasticity opening her up, before my increased pressure. Only now, I am slowing down; in the hopes to maintain the excitement, for as long as I could possibly manage it.
Just as my tongue slip an inch in, I feel the next orgasm; but I had made up my mind, she is enjoying it. I keep going, picturing her having a second orgasm; but why not, it isn't impossible.
Then again, there is another, and another, faster and faster, harder and harder. Since she is wet, and exceedingly elastic; it is no problem, lapping further and further.
I continue, determined that she is enjoying this as much as I am. Why not? So long as she is wet, she is bound to enjoy herself; and me, isn't she? At least, that is what I had been told.
There is no lubrication, that can keep her wet and sweet; for a prolonged time, beyond her excitement is running dry. Is there?
Is it her sweetness, that keeps me in place; or is it my lady-like generosity, that makes me continue to please her?
She certainly is sweet enough, and no matter how much I am lapping away at her; she is still as slippery and wet, as she had been from the very start.
If this is taxing on me, makes no difference to me; I am enjoying it, and knowing she is excited, I could not just let her down. After a while, I lost track of time; maybe I had enjoyed it too much, or I had slipped into the state where time is losing meaning. Either way, I just kept going; only looking out for the signs, telling me I need to stop. She said nothing, and did never give me the impression, she wanted or needed me to stop.
An hour after she had her first orgasm, she slipped into her orgasmic state; I did not notice, and thus simply kept going. Did I enjoy myself too much? I felt her orgasms tighter and more pronounced, to the point they turned into one.
I kept going, I keep going, and I will continue.
At some point, I lost the grip; thus my fingers slipped out and her rump collapsed in upon itself. As I lost the grip, it was only a matter of time; before she was experiencing her climax, and the game had come to an end.
Her previously glazed over eyes clear, and she is turning towards me. She is smiling, grinning excitedly at me.
I just see her pleased smile, it is all I had been looking for.
She did not complain, why should she. She had enjoyed the treat I had offered her.
As she is looking at me, still beaming with pent up joy; she is trying to say something, before she could manage to part her lips. The tip of her muzzle, stretching, as she tries to part her lips. She failed, for a good long while; several unmeasured minutes, but she still tried.
“I did not break off, too early?” I inquire, somewhat worried.
She merely shakes her head, still smiling.
“You enjoyed it?” I press on; eager to learn, how it had been for her.
She nods, vigorously; renewing her effort, to part her lips so she could express what she had experienced. She failed to part her lips, but it did not get to her.
“Thank Celestia!” I sigh, in relief.
“And thank you, Rarity; that was pure bliss!” she responds; as her lips finally part enough, for her to utter the words.
“It was?” I inquire.
“Oh, yes; if only I could let you experience, what you just gave me!” she then adds.
“That would be nice, but I don't think I could enjoy it that much!” I respond.
“You may have to read the book, first!” she blurts out.
“You think?” I inquire.
“Yes, I believe so!” she responds; “Because the experiences from the book suggests it, based on similarity!” she then adds.
“Oh!” I mumble; “I guess I will just have to read your book, then; after you have finished, reading it!” I continue.
“Then you could finish reading yours, while I finish reading mine?” she suggests.
“Sounds reasonable!” I respond; “And I do enjoy reading my book, too!” I then add.
“That is good!” she responds; “But, right now I think I will need a cup of tea!” she concludes, right to the point.
“Me too!” I agree; “Maybe we should go up, and enjoy it there?” I offer.
“Yes, please; that would be great, I would love that!” she responds.
“Since we are just going up, we don't need to dress up, but if we had gone out in public, that may have been an issue!” I point out.
“Yes, that is our private retreat!” she points out.
“I am quite comfortable, with going there with you!” I point out; “Particularly after our private adventure!” I add.
“If you enjoyed it, we can have more adventures later!” she explains, to the point.
“Since we have everything we need, up there; we do not need to prepare anything!” I point out.
With that, I am sitting up, before I slide out of bed and raise to my hooves. I know Twilight is a step behind, mainly because I had been on top of her.
“Clip, clop!” I hear her hooves squeak, as they hit the floor.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear, as I continue towards the door.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard from her hooves; as she is following me, a mere step behind.
I extend the right hand, pressing the palm onto the plaque and spreads my fingers as wide as I can; opening the door, before I am stepping through. I retract my hand, and she is stepping over the threshold behind me. The door is closing behind her back, quietly.
I open the next door, and she is following me. We continue to the final door, and I open it; before we continue up the flight of stairs. Finally, outside.
I am alone, with only Twilight beside me.
It is quiet, aside from the wind; blowing through the foliage, of the trees.
Such tranquility, one could cry.
“I hope you enjoyed it!” Twilight puts forth, as we are walking over the path.
“I certainly did!” I respond; “Did you enjoy it, too?” I inquire.
“Yes!” she responds; “I just had not expected the effect to be quite this strong, out of the adventure!” she then explains.
“So, you were experiencing effects; lingering from the story, you were reading?” I inquire, curiosity peaked.
“Yes; I guess that is the best way to describe my experience, with you!” she responds; “And you invoked the effect, of what she exposed me to!” she adds.
“Would you want us to investigate this farther?” I inquire.
“That seems the only reasonable cause of action!” she responds.
“So you do not believe, your reaction was a coincidence?” I inquire.
“No, not really. What I experienced, in and out of the story; is far too similar, to be coincidental!” she responds.
“Makes sense, I guess. Besides, I am looking forwards to a cup of tea; with just the two of us, together!” I point out.
color=#AA22BB]“Now is the best time; for that tea, together!” she offers.
Just like the other day, the roses in the Alpha quadrant is still in bloom. Very beautiful, and very fragrant. Pleasantly so.
Our cushions remain, as we had left them; fluffed up and comfortable, sporting our colours and marks.
color=#AA22BB]“I feel right at home, up here!” she confirms, as I am lighting up my horn.
My horn aglow, I focus my magic, reaching out, extracting the cups and pot. I place the cups before us, and the teapot in the middle of the table, between us.
I prepare the tea, before I am heating up the water in the pot. Minutes later, the scent of our tea is starting to spread out. As the tea is boiling, the air is saturated with the scent, of the tea she had chosen for the two of us.
Once the tea is ready, I pour a cup of tea for her, then one for myself. Just like the Lady I am, I can't help but pour up the tea for her first, before I could pour up tea for myself.
“Thank you, Rarity; it smells just right, for a moment together!” she points out, smiling.
“Thank you, Dear; it certainly does, and this is such a great day for a cup of tea!” I respond.
“Such a lovely sun-raise; almost as if I had seen Celestia herself raising the sun, for just the two of us!” she offers, generously.
“It promises an enjoyable day, watching the sun raise with a cup of tea with a good friend!” I point out.
“A good friend, to share a moment like this; always makes for a good day, and a good friend always makes the moment brighter!” she responds, as she is lifting her cup.
I lift up my cup, enjoying the first sip. This is indeed a promising beginning of the day, and her company makes it all the better. I could not deny it. Not that I had wanted to.
I am enjoying the tea, as I watch her lifting her cup to her lips, taking her first sip.
We enjoy the tea, in silence; quietly contemplating the moment, and what we have together.
As the cup empties, I offer a refill. She is accepting, and I am pouring a cup for the both of us. Time lingers, as the moment is maintained.
In the end; the pot is empty, and we have had our fill. She puts the pot and cups back, where we had initially found them; for another day.
“That was special, we have to do this again!” she offers.
“Yes, it was indeed!” I respond; “I would love to!” I continue.
Since everything had been done, I raise to my hooves, and she is following me towards the stairs. Negotiating steps, downwards; is a curious challenge, one I have no problem accepting. She certainly has no problem, and neither do I.
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