Title:           A Flexible Dream Pt. 4
Author:          AcetoneAnon
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First Edit:      Sunday 6th of July 2014 12:52:17 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 6th of July 2014 12:52:17 AM CDT

>Blossom notices that you seem slightly intimidated not that you’ve heard that tidbit, and quickly tries to reassure you.
>“Oh, you don’t have to worry much about that.  He keeps the military attitude only when he’s at work.  At home, he acts pretty much like any other dad.”
>Well that’s somewhat comforting, but be on your guard around him, just in case.
>You decide to move on.
“So, how hard was it to leave your friends at your old school?”
>Blossom paused for a moment, looking quite sullen.
>She slowly put her head in her hands.
>“I…I’d rather not talk about it, right now.”
>Strikeout.
“Oh, I’m, um, sorry.  I didn’t intend to bring up a sensitive subject…”
>Blossom waved her hand in dismissal.
>“No, no, it’s okay.  You couldn’t have known that you would.  I’m still kind of sore about what happened last year and I’d rather not even think about it for right now.”
>You nod your head in understanding.
“I understand, Blossom.”
>“Thank you.”
>It’s starting to feel a little awkward now.
>After a few seconds of silence, you come to a sudden random realization.
“You know, I still have you at a disadvantage…”
>She looks at you, a little confused.
>“What are you talking about?”
>You pull out your pen and notepad.
“Well, you gave me your phone number and address, but I never gave you mine.”
>“Oh, you’re right.  It would be nice to know the number of the guy who is going to pick me up on our date Friday night.”
>Is your face starting to feel hot again?
>Nice to know that the date is still on.
>You quickly jot down your number and address, trying hard to make it legible for her.
>Her handwriting was really neat and pretty.
>Your’s…not so much.
>You tear off the sheet and hand her your information.
“There you go.”
>Blossom takes the paper and quickly whips out her phone so she can store your contact info.
>As she types it in, she pauses for a moment and you see a look of intrigue come upon her as she looks to and from the paper and her phone.
>She starts to mumble to herself.
>You can just barely make out what she’s saying.
>“Aren’t those studio apartments…?”
>You watch her as she tries to process the information.
>Wait for it…
>The realization dawns on her and you see the faintest of smiles appear at the corner of her mouth.
>You rest your chin on your hand as you cock an eyebrow and smirk at Blossom.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrible poker face?”
>She jumps a little, startled and blushing.
>“Eeep!”
>While your question about her friends may have brought her down, it seems like you managed to salvage the situation in the end.
>Good recovery, Anon.
“Yes, I do live on my own, in a way.  My folks are paying for the rent and utilities.”
>“Wow, talk about lucky.  Your parents must be pretty well off for them to be able to do this for you.”
>Well, she’s not wrong.
“Heh, you wouldn’t know it if you met them.  They don’t have a big place or live like the high-class.  They’re very money-conscious…”
>“I see.  I imagine that it’s rubbed off on you, huh?”
“Ugh, more than I’d like to admit.  Ever since I can remember, they’ve always told me to be smart with money.  It’s really annoying to have them constantly on my back about saving what I can when I can…”
>Blossomforth couldn’t help but giggle.
>“It seems like they care an awful lot about you.”
“Oh yeah, they do, and I am grateful for it.  I could do with just a little less, though, y’know?”
>Before either of you are able to continue the conversation, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.
“Damn, I haven’t even finished eating yet…”
>You quickly cram down what’s left of your lunch and manage to swallow it down.
“So I guess we’ll talk later, maybe after school?”
>Blossomforth looks up at you and smiles as you stand up to gather your things and toss out your trash.
>“That would be nice, yeah.”
>That chill runs up your spine again as you look into those eyes of hers.
>Looks like you haven’t gotten used to that.
>…Maybe you don’t want to.
>She notices you shiver slightly and tilts her head to the side.
>“Are you okay?”
>You grin sheepishly and scratch the back of your head.
“I-I’m fine. I just…”
>“Hmm? You just…what?”
“I just…can’t get over how pretty your eyes are.”
>Wow, you actually managed to say that without your tongue tripping over itself.
>Is it just me, or is it getting really hot in here?
>Oh right, all that heat is coming from your face right now.
>And from the looks of it, it’s also now coming from Blossomforth’s face.
>Her eyes are wide.
>“Th-thank you…”
>She quickly looks down to try to hide her embarrassment.
“Yeah…”
>Hey, Anon, stop standing there like an idiot and get to class already.
“We should get to class now.  I’ll see you later on, okay?”
>“Yeah, see you later!”
>She’s still, like, beet red, dude.
 
>The rest of your classes would go by all normal-like, but you don’t really notice, since your mind is off in a whole other dimension.
>Classes finish up, and you head off to your locker to drop off the books that you won’t need for homework tonight.
>As you head to the front doors, you feel your phone vibrate with two quick pulses.
>A text message?
>You pull it out and see that Blossomforth sent it.
>”meet by flagpole”
>Well, you won’t have to go searching for her at least.
>You type out a response.
>”Okay.  I’ll grab my bike and meet you there in a few.”
>You make your way through the front doors and head over to unlock your bike from the rack.
>You hop on and start making your way over to the flagpole.
>There she is, standing right beside it.
>She seems to have her attention on her phone.
>You slow down as you approach and wheel up beside her.
“Hey you.  What’cha doin’?”
>She looks up from her phone screen and smiles at you warmly.
>”Oh hey!  I’m not doing much, just goofing around on the internet.  Care to walk home with me?  We can talk more along the way.”
“Sure!”
>You looked up her address earlier while in class.
>Where she lives isn’t too terribly out of the way for you.
>You won’t say that to her, though.  There’s a chance she could misinterpret the meaning behind it.
>The two of you leave the school grounds and start heading to Blossom’s place.
>You’re both going at a slow pace, eager to maximize the time you get to talk with each other.
>“I’m sorry you have to walk your bike, Anon.”
“Eh, it doesn’t bother me at all.  It’s not often that I get to walk such a pretty girl home.”
>She covers her face and slaps your arm lightly.
>“Oh god, stop it, you!”
>You chuckle lightly as you take the hit.
>“Seriously, it’s only been two days, and no other guy has made me blush so much like you do!”
“Wow, really?”
>You can feel your ego start to inflate.
>“And I even tried to pull one of my favorite tricks on you, and you not only manage to stop me halfway through, but you then go and turn it back around on me!  UGH!”
>She’s talking about what happened by her locker during lunch.
>So she still is frustrated from that.
>Fuck yeah.
>You notice that the both of you are nearing a tunnel that goes under the main road to the other side.
>It’s time to start playing your hand.
“Heh, in all honesty, that was a total spur of the moment decision.  I didn’t know how you would react to that.”
>You’re starting to walk through the mouth of the tunnel.
>“I call bullshit.  You knew exactly what would happen if you did that!”
>Quarter of the way through the tunnel.
“Oh really, and what makes you say that?”
>Halfway through the tunnel.
>Blossomforth seizes her chance and pins you to the wall.
>You lose control of your bike, and it clatters to the ground.
>She leans in and whispers into your ear.
>“Because it worked.”
>Before you can reply, she grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into a deep kiss.
>Full house, aces full of kings.
>Anonymous wins the pot.
“!!! Mmmh…”
>The two of you are in liplock for only a few seconds, but to the both of you, it feels like hours.
>Soon you break from the kiss, and you stare into her eyes.
>Oh no, we aren’t done yet.
>You wrap your left arm around her waist and pull her in close.
>She gasps lightly.
>“Hah!”
>She looks up at you, waiting for you to make your move.
>You bring your right hand up to the back of her head, your palm resting against her jaw.
>You bring your face into hers and return her kiss with just as much fervor.
>She responds by wrapping her arms around your neck, and lightly nips at your lower lip.
>You respond in step and open your mouth slightly in the kiss, the tip of your tongue gently running along her lower lip.
>She immediately sucks your tongue into her mouth, as if that was her whole aim behind her attack.
>Your hand leaves her face and comes down, resting on her hip.
>She begins to swirl her tongue around yours, taking your taste in.
>You soon do the same with hers.
>As the both of your tongues dance with each other, you and Blossomforth are lost in utter sensual bliss.
>So much so that you almost don’t realize that she has started to grind up against your pants.
>H-h-oh god…
>You can hear her moan into your kiss as she’s pressed up against you.
>Looks like this game of tonsil hockey just went into the third period.
>Your right hand now goes up to support her upper back as you pull her waist in even more with your left.
>She responds to your signal and grinds even harder against you.
>If there was any doubt in your mind that you had a chance with this girl, this sure shot that doubt to hell.
>You can hear her moaning getting louder and more frequent.
>In a sudden moment of clarity, you wonder if you should let her continue until she’s satisfied, or stop her just before she peaks…
>Sorry, sweetheart.  Can’t let you win this game right now.
>You break off the kiss and relax your grip on her before she can get off.
>Her eyes flutter open as she breathes heavily, face completely flushed.
>“Wh-why did you stop…?”
>You grin through your own heavy breathing.
“Because I can’t let you have too much fun, now.  Also, your dad might worry if you’re late coming home.”
>“But we weren’t at it for that long, were we?”
>You take a look at your watch.
>You both were making out for the better part of 20 minutes now.
“Long enough for him to notice, I think”
>“Wow, that long, huh?”
“Yeah.  Let’s get going, huh?”
>You walk over to where your bike is, but you stop for a moment.
>All that grinding she did had turned you into a damned diamond cutter…a wet one at that.
>You’re so primed right now that you’re going to have to change out once you walk in your apartment.
>Time for another split decision.
>Only this one carries a much bigger risk.
>Go big or go home.
>You reach in your pants and wipe off some of your precum onto your index finger, then turn around to face Blossomforth.
“Here’s a little something for you to think about until Friday night rolls around…”
>Blossom watches you as you bring your soaked finger up to her mouth.
>There’s a glint in her eye as she slowly opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue for it.
>As she takes your finger into her mouth for a second time, she is a little surprised to find that it tastes a little salty.
>Not so much from the sweat on your finger, but from the slippery fluid…
>It then dawns on her what it was you just put in her mouth.
>Her eyes widen a little, but she doesn’t spit it out.
>Instead, you see her swallow.
>What a perverted little girl.