Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:22:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: builder618@yahoo.com
Subject: Dazed 15

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      I could hear Lex moaning in her sleep.  Thinking she was hurt, I
rushed inside her room, only to find her tangled in her sheets.  My abrupt
entry made enough noise to startle her awake, her beautiful green eyes
opening in blurred confusion, eyebrows knotting together.

	"Nilandy?  What are you?"

	"I just wanted to see...I just...you were great last night."

	As Lex sat up, I watched her beater mold itself to her body, making
my blood pound and my heart beat faster.  I wanted her.  Bad.

	"And you needed to tell me this in person?  Or is there something
else?"  She asked, biting her lower lip in confusion.

	"I...well...would you ummm----"

	"Leeeexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."

	Dev bounded into the room and Lex's eyes lit up.  The room seemed
suddenly crowded.  Overfull.  As if it couldn't contain all of us.  Dev
stopped, just looking at the sexily sleepy picture Lex presented.  Her
cheeks were flushed, hair tousled, and what she was wearing for pjs left
just enough to the imagination.  Quietly slipping out before Dev noticed
me; I made my way to my car parked out front.

			***************************************

	I jumped out of bed; suddenly remembering today was the Powderpuff
Bowl!  YEAH!  Dev looked at me like I was nuts as I hopped out of bed.  The
Bowl was the day everyone went head to head in every sport imaginable with
the final event being a football game.  Teams were either mixed or
specific, but all went up against each other and the last two standing
locked horns and partied until one lost (of course) and the winning posse
won $25,000 and a bunch of prizes.  It was dirty, tough, and violent
depending on whom you went up against.  We'd won it last year because no
one realized we were twins until too late, they'd gotten confused when we'd
run our plays during football.  Guess the beer and the hype did things to a
person's brain.  This year, I wasn't sure what would happen without Chase
but I wanted to win!

	Dev still thought I was crazy after I explained it to her.  "Aw
come on Dev, with your capacity for beer, you'd be a shoe in for the
Keg-off.  Please come play with me?" I begged, trying to look adorable as I
struggled to hop into shorts and a shirt at the same time and almost
knocked myself out on the dresser as I did so.  Not hearing an answer, I
popped my head out of my shirt and caught Dev ogling my rack.  Of course
this was too good to resist, so I threw the shirt off so she could see and
made sure all of me was pressed against all of her.  Kissing her slowly, I
relished in how good Dev felt.  Feeling her get a little too hot under the
collar as her hands started snaking down my back; I pulled away, looking
deep into her eyes.  (Dev taking over would put a serious wrench in my
plans, not that I'd really mind but...POWDERPUFF BOWL!)

	"Please come play with me?"  I asked sweetly, nibbling her lips.
With her eyes glazing over, Dev nodded yes.

	"Haha yay!"  Giving her one last kiss, I bounced off her and
started grabbing the rest of my gear.

	"You little shit!" she growled laughingly.  "I'm so gonna get you
for this."

	Looking at her, I smiled and said "ooooooooooo promise?  Come on
it'll be fun and since when do you turn down free beer?"

	Shrugging her shoulders, she rolled her eyes and I looked for
something she could wear.  After all, it was a team competition and
everyone had to match, at least somewhat.  Since we all played softball I
tossed Dev an extra jersey and left her to get ready.......which I hoped
wouldn't take TOO long...

			*************************************

	The air was crisp, the sun shining brightly overhead, and there was
a feeling of tense anticipation floating around.  The teams were psyching
themselves up; there were the Plastics and the Puffs both wearing bubble
gum pink short shorts and Malibu Barbie Blonde hairdos, cracking their wads
of putridly pink bubble gum and gossiping over the Jocks in their cut-off
sweat shorts and tight muscle tees oiling themselves up.  The members of
the Jocks seemed fascinated by the Iron Maidens in their tool belts, torn
up flannel shirts, work scarred jeans, and bandanas.  The 'Maidens were
trying to stare down the Wankstas with their fake bling and matching velour
jogging suits but kept cracking up as the wannabe thugs freaked out because
their all white kicks picked up imperceptible, microscopic pieces of dirt.

	The lot was full of the teams involved with the Bowl, but me and
the Ballahs only had eyes for one...it was Nic's team, the Nic-O-Maniacs.
Every single one of my girls had a score to settle, except Dev, with one of
Nic's bitches.  Ten pairs of eyes met another ten pairs, the air between us
seemed to thicken, tension mounting to an almost unbearable point when the
shrill screech of a whistle cut through.  The Bowl had begun!

	The Powderpuff bowl consisted of eleven events.  The main ones
being the Keg-off, the Pitch, Barrow race, Wing-off, the Tease, and the
culmination, the Pro-Bowl.  The two teams that won the most events went
head to head in the Pro-Bowl, the winner receiving a very nice cash prize.
The Keg-off was the first event.  The Plastics and the Puffs barely took a
sip before they puked.  The Jocks drank the 'Maidens under the table
surprisingly and went on to face the Nic-O-Maniacs.  The Maniacs won, but
only after one of the au natural chicks on the team surreptitiously bared a
very overgrown piece of their anatomy, causing the oiled up dude bulging
with muscle to blow chunks all over the Captain of the Puffs who promptly
freaked out.

	Behemoth from the Maniacs was going strong as she out drank team
rep after team rep without showing the aftereffects of the foamy amber
beverage she was downing so easily.  Dev ended up against her and after
ignoring the large belch Behemoth proffered in her direction, calmly sat
down and took the pitcher I offered her, pacing herself.  Behemoth of
course, must have already decided Dev was a lightweight in the beer
drinking department because she was knocking back pitchers like they were
shots.  Although in her ham hock hands the pitchers did look a little bit
like shot glasses.  Dev was on her sixth when it happened.  Behemoth was
downing her tenth (in this round) pitcher when she started looking a little
green around the gills.  Shaking her head, she blinked owlishly at the
crowd, then screwed her face up and let the pitchers of beer she had so
happily downed issue forth.  WIN FOR THE BALLAHS!

	Grabbing Dev in a bear hug, I pulled her close and whispered how
great of a job she did, eyes saying more then I could say vocally at that
moment.  She looked at me and smiled that shy smile of hers, leaving me
speechless.  Our lips almost touched but were circumvented by Juls' happy
WHOOP! and thump on Dev's back.  ARGH.

	The Wankstas almost won the barrow race but again, their
preoccupation with their gear left them eating the dust of Juls and Dar.
The Puffs and the Plastics flat out refused to even sit down for the
Plating, instead taking an automatic DQ.  The Plating was simply a large
plate, with various "delicacies," kind of like the college version of Fear
Factor.  The smell coming off the stuff was horrible.  It seemed to emanate
in waves and just intensify each time you inhaled.  Sheldon took the win in
that one.  I swear that girl will eat anything.

	At the end of nine events, the score was Plastics: DQ, Puffs: DQ,
Star Trek Fans: 1, Iron Maidens: 2, Jocks: 1, Ballahs: 3, Nic-O-Maniacs: 3.
Haha we were going to the Bowl baby!

	The Bowl.......the bright green grass was springy under our feet;
the freshly painted 30 yard line gleamed in the sun.  Yup, we were here,
the place where you were driven to your limits and then some, the place
that gave you bragging rights until you died, the Bowl.  There were two
parts to the Bowl.  The football field that was a sea of green and the old
school softball field where you played sandlot style.  In the event of a
tie, there was a choice softball or football.  No matter what, the
participants played hard, coming out bruised, bloody, and sometimes broken.
The coin toss determined it was going to be a game of football, so hey,
time to bring the pain!

	Nic and I were the respective quarterbacks for our team and ready
for action.  It was the last quarter and the score was tied at 7-7.  It was
the last play and I noticed Nic motion to Behemoth from the sidelines.  Not
thinking anything of it, I lined up ready to go.  Last play and we were
ready to put this game to bed.  Sheldon, at center, snapped the ball and it
was on.  Juls streaked down the field to the left, Dev to the right.  Juls
was in the best position so I hurled, hoping Juls would catch it (she gets
a case of butterfingers sometimes at the worst moments).  Leaping, Juls
deftly snagged it out of Gen's reach and scored!

	Our euphoric moment was cut short by the shrill sound of the ref's
whistle. I looked and saw a cocky Behemoth walk away from a prone Dev.  No
touchdown.  Barely hearing anyone's dismayed and furious reactions, I
charged Behemoth and drove her big ass into the turf as she deliberately
tried to stop me from getting to Dev, maliciously smiling at what she'd
done.  That malicious smile was wiped off her face since I don't think
anyone had ever tackled the big monster and succeeded in taking her down.
Dev just lay there, not moving.  Feeling guilty as all hell because I was
the one that convinced her to play, I wanted to pound the crap out of Nic
and that twisted bitch after I made sure Dev was ok.  She opened her eyes
and looked at me, meeting my worried gaze and smiled.

	"Easy Lexy........" she whispered.

	"Ugh."  I hated when she did that.  Okay so not really but still it
made go all tingly and soft inside.  The judges were all for handing the
Ballahs the win and the title but of course we still had a score to settle.
Juls almost busted an artery as she tried to get to Nic.  After calming
Juls down, she got the judges to agree to one more contest; this time it
would be captain to captain, with everything riding on mine and Nic's
respective shoulders.  The Powderpuff judges would decide the event by
chance.  It was to be pulled out of a hat and had to be one of the events
from the Bowl itself.  Mixing up little slips of paper with event names
written on them, the Head judge pulled.  The event was...the Cool Ring...

                                     *************************************

	I HATED jell-o.  And that was of course what me and Nic would be
in.  A big ass bowl of red jell-o complete with whipped cream, cool whip
and mixed with ice cubes, wrestling it out to see who would win.  Yuck.  We
stepped into the "bowl" and I felt the cold jiggly jell-o slide between my
toes.  Ugh, watch me fall on my ass and land on the ice.  The ref's
annoyingly shrill whistle blew and Nic leapt, trying to pounce on me like a
cat.  I'd learned a few tricks and caught her in a bear hug.  Not ready for
the knee in the stomach, my chest seized up and the air rushed from my
lungs with a big WHOOSH!  Gasping, I tried grabbing her again but slid on
that damn jell-o and landed on my ass right on the ice.  Yep, I'd called
it.  Ugh.

	Tripping Nic, I brought her down to my level, quickly pinning her
shoulders and heard the ref blow his whistle.  WE WON!  For once, I wasn't
that keen on the after party, wanting instead to go home and spend time
with Devon making it up to her.  Sheldon was the first to grab me out of
the pool of jello-o almost breaking my ribs she squeezed me so hard and
making me go deaf at the same time with her congratulations.  Smiling, I
kept looking around for Dev, wondering where she was.  Finally
disentangling myself from the happy crowd that was fast on its way to all
out drunkenness right there on the field, I made my way home sans leftover
jello-o (thankfully), figuring Dev would be there.  Picking up flowers and
a bottle of wine, I walked through the door quietly, seeing Dev passed out
peacefully on the couch.

	Setting my things down, I tiptoed over and just stared, watching
her sleep.  I didn't know what I wanted to do more, let Gorgeous sleep or
softly kiss her luscious lips to wake her up.  Since I'd heard she could be
a total bear sometimes if woken up incorrectly, I leaned down and softly
brushed her lips, hoping she'd see this in the "right" way.  It tickled and
I felt Dev's lips twitch.  Pressing just a shade harder, I framed her face
with my hands, caressing her cheek gently.  Pulling away, Dev ran her
tongue over her lips and opened her sleepy brown eyes.  I bit my lip and
just stared at the adorable picture she presented, her cheeks slightly
flushed and lips warm from sleep.

	"Hey Dev" was all I managed before she pulled me back down and
kissed me like she was starving.  She tugged at my bottom lip with her
teeth before thrusting her tongue between my lips.  All I could do was
moan, conscious thought fled as her hands molded me to her.  I felt every
inch, felt her hips thrusting up into mine, her leg wrapping tight around
me so I couldn't get away, and her lips virtually making love to my mouth;
no longer soft and sleepy but hard and demanding.

		*************************************
	Letting Lex go a few minutes later, she just looked at me with a
dazed look, trying to shake herself out of the haze she was in.  Smirking,
I kissed her gently on the lips and waited for her brain to finish catching
up.  Usually I felt this way when she let me go so I was enjoying her
discomfort immensely.  It was adorable.

	Dev looked at me with a smirk.  Crawling out of her lap, I
presented her with the flowers and bottle of wine I'd bought.  The look in
her eyes was priceless.  Placing a quick kiss on her lips, I walked into
the kitchen.  I was STARVING.

	Looking through the fridge for something to make, I felt myself
being grabbed from behind and pinned up against a soft, muscular, and
curvaceous body before getting entirely wrapped up in the sensuous kiss Dev
laid on me.  Breathless, I craned my head back for more before finally
turning and wrapping my arms around that beautiful girl's neck and losing
myself in her kiss.  Dev turned and I felt something hard under my ass.
The counter.  I wasn't hungry for food anymore.  I wanted Dev's kisses, her
sexy body pressed against mine, grinding into me, pushing me into the
counter as she had her way with me.  I felt her all over, heard her whisper
in my ear before she bit it.  Her fingers gliding down my slides so softly
it tickled.  Arching into her, I kissed her hard, telling her soft was NOT
what I wanted.  Her fingers slammed into me, making my eyes close and a
half scream half moan escape from me.  Riding her fingers, Dev bit my lip
hard.  I felt like I was going to explode.  Everything was centered on Dev;
her lips like soft silk, her fingers hard and demanding as they thrust in
and out of my wet pussy; her voice whispering all the naughty things she
wanted to do to me; her body pinning me to the counter; fingers wandering
lazily over my skin.  I couldn't take it much longer; I bucked so hard and
fast against her she almost flew off.  I had the edge of the counter
digging into my ass as I moved against her and I didn't care.  I wanted Dev
to take me into oblivion.  NOW.

	Lex was wild underneath me.  My fingers were deep inside her wet
pussy; curling up to hit her spot.  I drove her crazy running my other hand
all over her body.  Softly when she wanted harder contact.  It was making
her nuts.  I could feel the tension in her as she arched against my fingers
and figured I'd really make her thrash around.  Brushing my thumb lightly
against her engorged clit she jumped, pulling my head down to her lips by
my hair.  My sexy softballer started to get insistent, her tongue battled
with mine; trying to force me into giving it to her harder, just where she
needed it.  Tearing myself away from her passionate kiss, I played with her
neck, kissing, licking, and biting.  I felt her shudder beneath me; panting
as I moved my fingers faster, fucking her harder.  Working her clit I felt
her arms band around me hard and sealed my mouth to hers, taking her,
stifling her moans as her pussy clamped down on my fingers...

      *************************************

      Holy shit was all I could think before I finally opened my eyes.
Intense brown eyes met mine.

      "Holy shit."

	"Hmmm I guess you liked it..."

	I chuckled.  Liked was the wrong word.


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