#fem!raph

Gabe stood up with a sigh and patted her shoulder. What did she expect, honestly. It was her time to return the kiss to er boyfriend, though: “Come on, my love. Bedroom. Bring some things that got brought here by our 'master-planner' ”

And with those words, Henoch got a box in his hands and Gabe held the door open for the two of them. Carrying everything over, they disappeared into the bedroom, even if Raphael looked back at the window a few more times. A bit worried.

“Don't worry TOO much about it, it's somewhat difficult to look into the fifth floor. And people might have learned it's not a good idea to look into YOUR window, anyway”, which was admittedly true: Most of the time, there were somewhat unusual experiments to be seen.

Raphael still looked a little concerned, it helped a lot that she could walk past Gabrielle and take in her full appearance. Somehow, it was... different from usual. At least Raph thought differently about what she saw.

A fair look at Raph's backside made Gabe whistle through her teeth, too, though. Apparently, this strange 'virus' gave the transformed body an alluring form. It certainly encouraged her a little.

Meanwhile, Henoch had gotten the available beanbag in a comfy position and closed the window – and curtains - properly. The 'toy'-labeled box rested on the night stand and there was a freshly wrapped bed with plenty of pillows to spare. There was also the usual stable headboard at their disposal.

The owner of the place climbed onto the bed and knelt down in the middle of it, reached out a hand and a pair of big eyes looked at the two other people in the room.

The pair looked especially intent at Gabrielle, who... did not look eager to join her. It was somewhat disenchanting. Instead, she had crossed her arms and tapped her chin, looking around the room.

The nightstand got her attention. She picked up the box and a bottle of lube and put that into Raphael’s – now slightly lowered – hand.

“Uhm”, Raphael looked down on it and back at Gabrielle – and Henoch since she sat down on his lap with a kiss -, giving her a pleading look to maybe change her mind? Maybe?

“Don't be greedy, Raph, my lovely boyfriend is right: We don't really know if it's you... and, honestly? I'd like a show, really. You, too?”, she looked up at him.

“Mmmmnnh...”, he shrugged.

“Ah, mostly for me, then. And if you still want to do anything afterward... I'll gladly volunteer”, she smiled sweetly, “For now, a single private audition, please...”

Raphael sighed.

That was... not what she had hoped for. Not at all. And he'd never been exactly... good at this whenever they had done that before... he was never sure what part of this would be all too... appealing to anyone watching, really. But well, in her current state, she had not much of a choice anyway.

“... I have no idea how entertaining this will be for you... I don't... think much”, it's like she could not concentrate at all when she touched herself, so...

“Oh, I'm sure it will be juuuuuuust fine”, she waved it off, now actually a bit intrigued. She calmed her boyfriends slight fussing all the same.

Well, it gave her time to rummage through the box and pick what she would use for now.

Nothing complicated, just... three little – or not so little – items.

One of those was a package of condoms which was opened and two were taken out and put on other items. Safety first and all. So the plug and the partner toy were covered.

Then the pillows got slightly piled against the headboard, and everything got placed in arm’s reach and... well... she laid down into the pillows to cushion her head and rest properly.

Huh.

So... now it was time to just... get rid of this... horny feeling. At least for a little while.

The last thing to do was sliding her panties down with both hands in a somewhat silly wriggle on the bed and throwing them in the 'to be cleansed'-basket.

“Ah... well... I'll... uhm... start then”

There was an enthusiastic nod from Gabrielle and a somewhat indifferent one from Henoch. That would have to be enough, then. Because now she would close her eyes. And concentrate on imagining something that was so close, but yet so far...

She really did not quite understand what was so appealing to watch, but... well... if it was supposed to be like that...

Raphael let out a breath and summoned something she could only hope for right now... a Gabrielle that came close, full of confident smiles and opened her legs to crawl between. It was a nice image, enough to angle her legs and open them. It let her summer dress hike up and opened the view of an equally tanned mound with silver, trimmed hair on top.

Her hips wriggled a bit in place and a hand went down to open her labia and rub the nub above her entrance, slowly, first, relaxing into it. It coaxed a sigh out of her.

The picture of her eager friend continued in her mind, a hand wandering into her dress, massaging one breast, rubbing over the nipple over the fabric of her bra... not for long, she continued to slip into it and lift the flesh out of this 'cage' enough to give access to the sensitive round. She liked the feeling of fabric still on her.

There was a bit of time spent to imagine how Gabrielle would suck on each breast to let her nipples stand fully erect - it made her sigh with pleasure and coloured her cheeks a slight bit more.

Her hips slightly bucked as well into her fingers down below, so she easily slid one into herself, it went easily. She had been aroused before this started already. There was a second finger added, still, curling and then spreading her sightly.

There was a tiny bit of constant noise now, a sigh, a breath drawn harshly or let out a bit too forcefully. If her imagination served her right, there was gasp once in a while.

Now both hands were working down below. There was a gasp when she inserted the anal plug into herself. Lubricating it in a somewhat natural way like this... moving it a few times in and out, it soon was inserted into the 'rightful' hole. She was used to it by now, but it still stung for a second, halting all movement, breathing deeply...

She reached for the partner-toy next. She knew the feel of it... knew how it was to be entered by it if Gabrielle was on the other side. It helped the image, made it lively again after the little interruption before. It still had been worth it; The extra-pressure from the other entrance made her toes twitch.

The noises would only grow louder now.Tiny whimpers thrown in between whenever there was an especially sweet spot she brushed with the toy, almost forgetting it was her own doing.

Her hips moved in rhythm with the toy, clenching around it from time to time.

All the wriggling made her bra scrape over her nipples and simply added just a bit more to the stimulation.

Meanwhile, her second hand was back to rubbing her her clitoris, finally finding a rhythm to this whole mess of movement. It was almost coordinated, first breathing in rhythm, oftentimes a sigh escaping. Sometimes she bit her lip and suppressed any kind of noise, just to let go of the false pretense and simply moaned with the next thrust.

There was sweat collecting on her that made the dress cling to her skin, muscles shaking more often than not.

When the speed and rhythm had settled, it took barely a minute until the movements stuttered, toes curled, a strange cold wave came over her and spread over the whole body.

A truly satisfied sigh – it sounded suspiciously like 'Gabriel' - filled the room. Her wrist had locked up a little bit, but was movable again soon enough... the tension of her body slowly left and she took a deep breath, moving the toy for two more strokes as soon as her inner muscles had let go of it.

Deep breaths... a bit of relaxation... her mind cleared and a relaxed smile returned to her face, legs stretching out...

Haaaah~

There were still muscles clenching inside of her... it would soon calm down... mmmmh...

Raphael moved some sweaty hair strands out of her and wanted to sit up, now remembering there were... other people in the room.

She almost did, too.

Except there was someone kneeling over her, pushing against her sternum to keep her down: “Ooooh, that really WAS a nice little display...”, Gabrielle ran a hand over her cheek. “Want to take me up on that offer from before?”

The smile was irresistible. As was her gorgeous body.