Since Jake moved into the house, he and Francine have been doing their best to turn it into a home. Morning, noon, and night, in the dark and in the light, whenever the urge strikes, especially when Masani's not home, they grope one another and one thing leads to the other, and if they're not careful that sort of thing usually ends up with somebody becoming a mother. Jake has a rash between his legs and Francine's sore so they've slowed down, but they've warmed up the house. Doing it in Francine's room was familiar but fun. Doing it in her closet was an impulse which had something to do with her bending over while doing her laundry, and then they were doing each other in the dirty laundry and making it even dirtier. In their sexual tour of the house, they've explored just about every square foot of the house and every square inch of one another. Masani's room has been left alone, but the bathroom has not. In the shower when they were wet, being dirty while getting clean, the bathroom was christened. They tried the stairs once but Francine complained of rug burn and Jake started slipping, so they finished off back in the flatland of Francine's mattress. The living room couch has a stain, which Jake scrubbed very hard to clear away but still can be seen if one knows where to look. So far, Masani hasn't seemed to notice it. It happened when Jake slipped on a copy of The Pornographic Flabbergasted Emus which had fallen off the coffeetable. They thought of doing it on the coffeetable, but better head prevailed, and they used the dining room table instead, feeling a bit guilty afterwards. Now when they eat at it, Jake can't help but think of what he ate on it that day. Their visit to the kitchen showed even worse judgment, when a few kitchen implements were used as impromptu sex toys and then given a thorough cleaning, and in one case, replaced.
A spatula is not recommended for spanking.
Jake's new room was naturally a stop on the tour, and breaking in the bed was fun except for the very loud squeak of a spring.
Still, it was quieter than Francine.
Donald's new room was left unmolested, leaving only the basement, which Francine found a bit gross, especially when the cats insisted on staring at them the entire time. When one took a break to visit the litter box and the smell of a fresh offering wafted across the basement, Francine called time and they regrouped in her room.
They thought about the attic, but decided against it.
It's good to leave some territory virgin.
Outside was also a thought. But it's been chilly lately, and the thrill of revving up in the garage faded with the first frost.
In addition to being bare in the autumn air, the porch was judged too public.
Lying in Jake's bed and listening to Thin Lizzy, Jake says to Francine, "What about the upstairs hallway?"
"There's no furniture. I don't think that'd be too comfortable."
"Bring a pillow and we'll do it doggie style."
"OK, but make sure the cat doesn't jump on my back again."
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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