Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Schoolgirl

Sam had never been open to role-playing; she always hated dressing up. She used to be relatively reserved anyway, but that had all changed when her new life began ... it had to change, too. Everything was so easy with Gabriel, and the other members of her surrogate family had gradually pulled her out of her shell and taught her to be open to new things. They showed Samantha that it didn't matter what other people at the conventions thought. The important thing was that one felt good and had fun, even if one sometimes made a fool.

I don't look bad

Smiling, she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her outfit — schoolgirl ... very clichéd. The hair was braided into two braids, a white blouse, plaid skirt, and white stockings. Samantha put a lollipop in her mouth, closed the door behind her, and went downstairs.

Gabriel sat at the kitchen table, concentrating on the script for the next episode. However, when he saw his wife, who came down the stairs like an innocent little angel, the pencil fell out of his mouth, where he chewed absently.

Holy crap!

With concentration, of course, it was over now when he saw his gorgeous beauty in this appearance.

"Are you correcting the homework?" Samantha asked innocently.

Without saying a word, he stared at his wife and cleared his throat before he could choke on his salivary flow.

"Um ... yes ..."

"How does it look?"

Legs apart, she sat down on the chair opposite him, leaning her head in her hands gave him an expectant look. It took only a blink of an eye before he'd caught himself and calmly replied that he was very sorry, but she wouldn't be moved up if she continued like this. Sighing, he held out a piece of paper, on which not enough was written.

Stunned, Samantha looked at Gabe before burying her face in her hands and sobbing.

"B-but my parents said, I ... mustn't learn to ride if I don't pass ..." she whined. "... can't you do anything there?"

"I can't change grades so easily. How do you imagine that?"

"But I wanna ride!" Sam complained defiantly and wiped her face with her hands, then added that she'd do anything for it.

"Everything?" Gabe asked in amusement, putting the papers aside and his glasses down.

"Yeah," she desperately sobbed and kept pulling her nose up.

"You could be a little bit nice to me for a start. Can you be nice?"

"Yes."

"Come closer to me."

Gabriel encouragingly nodded before Sam sat slowly and hesitantly next to him, staring at him wide-eyed and waiting for instructions.

"How old are you now?" Gabe asked curiously, and Sam sniffed again.

"Thirteen."

"Have you ever caressed a boy?" He wanted to know further, after which she nodded vigorously, and then she should show it to him.

As she stood behind him and stroked his head, she had to bite back a grin when hearing the discontented sigh of her husband.

"That's lovely, but I don't wanna be petted there," he grumbled, patting his thigh.

He spread his legs so she could sit down and nodded in satisfaction as he felt the weight and warmth of his wife close to him. A delightful shiver crept through his body when realizing that she wasn't wearing underpants.

"You sometimes forget not only your homework but also your panties?"

Gabriel always loved to try new things with his wife and slip into different roles. He was happy that Samantha joined in and enjoyed it. And proud –– he was proud of how she'd changed in the past few months. From the timid girl to an actress ... although only in their own four walls, at least a start.

"Too uncomfortable."

Lost in thought, Sam played with her braid, looked at him provocatively, and tore him from his thoughts.

Gabriel took a deep breath and ran his hand over his face.

Sam loved it when she could fluster her husband.

"Gimme your hand ..."

He took it and put it on his crotch. After that, Sam jumped up in shock and looked at him with a stunning look.

"But, Mr. Teacher!"

"If you're nice to me, we can talk about your grades."

With a grin, he opened the zipper, and the button of his pants stood up slowly and pushed them to his knees before he sat down anew and patted again on his thigh. A little anxious and uncertain but expectant, she looked at Gabriel and hesitated when asked to sit down again.

While stroking himself hard, he looked into her eyes all the time, which darted a few times nervously.

"You know what that is, right?"

After Samantha had nodded shyly, she cleared her throat and replied: "That's for peeing."

"You can do much more with that," he smirked, and she opened her mouth in surprise when he asked if she'd want to pet it.

Sam nodded and leaned timidly over him so he could catch a good look at her neckline.

"I like what I see," he whispered hoarsely, licking his lips unconsciously as her fingers began to caress hesitantly. Too soft to feel much, but enough to make his wife jump back in alarm as his cock twitched with anticipation.

"Huh," She screamed in surprise. "That moves!"

"Sit down again. Has a boy already caressed you?"

Euphorically, she nodded, at which point Gabriel cheekily lifted the skirt a bit up.

"Down there, too?"

"..."

Ashamed, the young woman shook her head and frowned.

"Have you ever stroked yourself?" Gabriel asked further, and Samantha nodded shyly after a few moments, then lowered her eyes, embarrassed when asked if she'd liked that and that both could caress each other a little bit.

Once more, he took her hand and put it around his throbbing cock, dripping with desire, and after that, Sam squeezed her eyes tight and turned her head to the side.

"Don't worry. I'll show you how to do it."

The deep moan she could elicit from him settled directly into her vagina, and in teamwork, they both took care of this shapely cock.

"Oh!" Sam mumbled ecstatically as she suddenly felt fingers between her legs.

"Yeah, you're doing a good job," he whispered, satisfied. "So, you wanna ride?"

Giving him her best smile, she nodded.

"That isn't a problem. I'll show you how to ride."

** In the next chapter ...

And then Misha's gal pal came and fulfilled his wish