LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04

... women cause they’re idiots. I give the world a week, two at most, after that before it’s all over.

Where were we? Oh, yeah, dinner. Anyway, dinner was awesome, and even though there was silverware on the table for purposes unknown to me, I managed to stumble my way through without any outright laughter from the other guests. I’ll take that as a win. (Note from Kim: He’s really not as dumb as he’s letting on. He has a master's in electronics engineering and has an IQ of around 160.)

Are you done in the peanut gallery? No more parenthesis, or I’ll let you guys write this stuff down.

Sorry for the interruption. I gotta get Dave to edit this shit before he posts it.

As I said, dinner was awesome. The Crème Brulé was paired with an aged brandy and was by far the best dessert I’ve ever eaten. Although, the guy with the torch got my attention when he lit that sucker up. Blue Mountain coffee ended our meal, and I prepared for the drive home. That’s when Sybil invited us to their home instead.

I figured that it was getting a bit late to visit since we had to work in the morning. Dave apparently knew something I didn’t. He responded to Sybil’s invitation for all of us. “We would love to. It’s not like we have to work tomorrow.”

I poked him with a finger as we headed outside. “Dude, what are you talking about?”

Dave grinned at me. “Did I forget to tell you that Mike told us to bail for the rest of the week? Oops, my bad!” The sawed-off bastard got me again. ...

... Speaking of which, how does a guy standing five-nine (according to him. I suspect he’s stretching things a bit) pack a cock that big? It doesn’t seem right. I’m a good six inches taller than he is, but he has me beat in the cock department. Kim sure loves the damn thing. Dawn seems to like mine well enough, so I’m not complaining. It would be nice if I could fuck with him about being two times short, but that’s off the table.

The drive to their house was in the same general direction as ours and turned out to be only a few miles from our own. The four of us live in nice homes that we are proud of. Dave is an excellent woodworker and jack of all trades. The two of us have remodeled our homes extensively, and we consider them our castles. When we went through the gate to Zach and Sybil’s house, I learned what a castle really was.

It didn’t have battlements or a moat. The place was very modern, and I fell in love with the architecture as soon as I saw the place. Rather than vertical and horizontal lines meeting in stark contrast, the lines flowed through curves. The place looked like it was in motion, like the soft lapping of waves. I really wanted to explore how they built it. Dave was standing in rapt attention, drooling all over the place. The ladies were already in the house when I grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the entrance. When we went inside, I think Dave may have cum in his pants a little. The interior was open and airy. One room flowed into the other. The entire ...