Not My Type

New Rules

January 17th, 2019 (2:16am)

How many orgasms are too many orgasms?

That question kept rolling around in Lisa's mind as Roseanne rode her tongue into an explosion of utter sexual pleasure for the nth time that night. The filthy noises bouncing off the walls and filling the entire room with an erotic atmosphere as Roseanne finally reached her climax followed by a plethora of 'fucks' and 'oh gods' - and after one las shriek of sheer satisfaction, she released the death grip her thighs had on Lisa's head and climbed off of her face, collapsing onto the mattress of her queen-sized bed right next to her - both panting from exhaustion since that was the last of their fucks after a recovery nap that had been cut short when Lisa's sexual gland tingled and convinced her into waking her partner up with a good ol' surprise cunnilingus.

'Wakey wakey, princess' had been her exact words at the time, and that was just an hour ago.

Staring at the ceiling with her lips slightly swollen and the corners of her mouth glistening with evidence of what had just happened, Lisa wiped the last remnants of pussy juice that dripped on her chin and eagerly sat up on the bed without casting so much as a glance to the naked woman next to her, who was now furrowing her brows and looking up at her in confusion.

"That was fun" Lisa mumbled.

Not saying anything else, she sat on the edge of the bed and doubled over to search for her panties; she was sure she had use them to gag Roseanne after blindfolding her with - what was it again? A hand towel? She didn't really remember, nor did she actually care. At that moment, all Lisa wanted to do was get dressed and get the fuck out of there and as far away as possible from such a toxic woman, or God knows what nasty fight they would get into otherwise.

"Would you like a drink?"

That caught her off guard.

Not because Rosie was being nice but because - well yeah, Rosie was being nice... to her.

What fresh hell was this? In what parallel universe did they finish fucking and the older woman had offered so much as a glass of water to her? It's not like Lisa wasn't allowed to help herself with whatever was in her kitchen, but Roseanne wasn't really the type to waste time on pleasantries or common courtesy to guests. Or at least, she just wasn't very nice to Lisa at all. So for her to have actually offered? It was kind of a big deal. However, Lisa couldn't let her guards down around her anymore.

She tried.

She tried to be civil, she tried to be nice, so many times she tried to engage in so much as a chit chat and mindless conversation, but to no avail. Each time the refusal getting colder and colder and Lisa had just had enough of the bullshit now. After that little stunt she pulled just hours ago, standing her up like that and toying with her like she was nothing but a walking dildo, Lisa knew this stupid game had to stop and she was going to put her foot down...

...as soon as she could find her bra - where the fuck was it?

"Hello?"

The sharp voice snapped her out of her trance and she looked back to catch the sight of a - marvelously so - naked Roseanne lighting a cigarrette, opening the sliding doors and stepping out onto her balcony, not without first stopping at the door and pointing to her right where a bottle of Jack was stood on a small dark wood desk.

"I don't drink" Lisa simply said after clearing her throat, and Roseanne's eyebrow quirked up at that.

Finally finding her panties, she slid them on and marched out of the bedroom to the living room to collect the rest of her clothes.

Roseanne frowned and watched her silently from her spot, without moving and inch or saying a word. She just stared at the way Lisa's mind was visibly running wild as her facial expressions failed to stay serene and anger was quite evident in those piercing brown eyes. Roseanne noticed the way Lisa's toned abs would clench every time she bent down to pick something up from the floor. Roseanne saw Lisa's features soften for a few seconds when she caught a glimpse of the sleeping dog in the corner of the room. Roseanne took a long drag of the nicotine and let it invade her lungs as she puffed the smoke out at the same time a bang was heard from the living room, and just like that, Lisa was gone.