The Goth Part 3: The Crypt - Sex Stories

The Goth Part 3: The Crypt

... before Ghost had felt dirty so she had showered almost as soon as she got inside. Then again this morning. Looking through Snow's bedroom door as I passed by wondering if she was feeling well, she was nowhere to be seen. That was when I heard movement downstairs in the kitchen and had forgotten they were in the middle of making supper when the text had come in. Smiling softly I make my way into my bedroom to finish getting ready. Did not take much more. Socks, boots, little eyeliner and two pyramid studded leather bracelets. I was ready to go. My medium length black hair was hard to do anything with style wise so I just brushed out the tangles and let it have its way. Finally finished I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen about to offer to help her with supper, however that was out of the question. She had it ready and on the table. It was not much, however it still looked amazing. Shells and white cheese, instant mash potatoes and chicken strips. Smiling to her, seeing that she had not gotten ready yet, I step up behind her just as she was putting the last plate of food on the table. As I get close, I slide my arms around her from behind. "Looks good enough to eat love." She smiles and turns her head to me, kissing my cheek as her hands cover mine, "I would hope so. Honestly, Snow did most of the work. I just watched and followed her instructions." "Never the less." Smiling to her, I kiss her softly as I hold her to me. Enjoying the feel of the softness of her lips ...

... on mine. About that time, we hear the bathroom door open. Obviously, Snow was finished. Ghost breaks the kiss and looks at the door to the kitchen before pulling, almost reluctantly, from my arms "I got to go get ready. Should not take long. Go a head and eat if you want, I will when I get done." I did not get the chance to respond before she was out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Smiling as she does I turn back to the table and pick up one of the chicken strips from my plate, regretting it instantly. It would appear that they were the last cooked because it burnt my fingers. With a grunt, I dropped the strip back to the plate and began to check that I still had fingerprints left. With my dignity in shreds, I move back into the living room to retrieve my phone, making sure I got no new messages before depositing it into my pocket. With a small yawn, I fall down onto the couch and lay my head back, closing my eyes. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Ghost is shaking me awake, "Come eat. They should be here soon to get us." Standing slowly I smile to her looking over her outfit. Snow and her had chosen quite well. She stood before me wearing a plain black t-shirt, a black thigh length skirt with her black converse. Under the t-shirt must have been one of Snows fishnet shirts because as the sleeves of the tight t-shirt ends fishnet covers the rest of her arms. Nodding approvingly, I smile to her, "I like it." Taking her hand in mine, I walk with her into ...