I have started up the game again, Life is Strange, because I wanted to record it so I can watch it when ever I like. The first episode was 1 hour and 37 minutes, the second was a wee bit longer and the third still a weee weeeeeee bit longer then that. But honestly, I can't get it into my head that they aren't that long. I mean yes, I do know what to do now that I've played it alot, but still.
Anyway, you want the story and I want to give it to you. So here it is.
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Chapter 4
“Mom! Dad! We’re
home!” Max yelled out clear and relaxed. Cloe did not say anything, in fact she
was standing slightly behind Max and looked slightly scared. Why Cloe looked
scared thou Max couldn’t quite figure out, sure she was nervous for the meet,
but she loved Ryan and Vanessa, this was something Max knew, but for now all
she wanted was to see her mother and father.
There came a
scream and from around the corner Vanessa came running. She almost fell into
the arms of Max and hugged her hard, shortly after Ryan came as well and he
hugged both Max and Vanessa.
“Hi mom and
dad.” Max could not really say much else as she was being smothered under all
those arms. And all the time her mother just kept sobbing and saying things
like ‘she’s home she’s home’ and ‘my baby is safe’. Cloe just stood there,
smiling softly and looking at the three hugging in a ball of both joy and
sadness. But before she knew it a hand from Ryan came flying up and grabbed her
and then a hand from Vanessa and she was thrust in to the same ball and got a
hug as well.
There they
stood, in the hallway, just hugging. For Max it seemed as thou they only stood
for a second, for Cloe it felt a little longer but she did not want it to end
just as Max did not want it to. But after a few minutes it did. Vanessa simple
looked at Max and then Cloe and then she kissed them both before she wiped her
tears away.
Over diner, and
well after, they just sat together and talked. Both Max and Cloe did not
mention the fact that Max had had the ability to rewind time, so instead they
spoke about what had happened during the week, about the good things as well as
the bad. About Blackwell and about Mr Jefferson and how he had setup a dark
room where he took his unknowing victims to photograph them and how many of
them had ended up dead, either by his hand or by their own. They also spoke
about Nathan, Warren and Kate and how they all fit in to the story, and
naturally that they were now all dead due to the storm, or presumed dead. They
spoke a lot about Joyce and William and how Cloe was doing. She did not want to
talk about it but as this was not her home she kind of just had too, and she felt
afterwards that it was good that they did speak of it.
It was well
after elven at night when they finally let them go to bed, Vanessa insisted
they would find a good bed for Cloe as soon as they woke up the next day and
until then she would have to share the bed with Max. Something that both of
them did not mind one bit. Max found that she was really looking forward to
going to bed, not to sleep, but to make love to Cloe and after a quick look at
Cloe after hearing the news about the bed, she knew what she was thinking as
well. They had not told them yet about their new found love and as they saw it,
they could wait a bit with it as well.
Once they were
alone they went up stair as Ryan and Vanessa went to their bedroom. Once they
entered Max’s room Cloe took the whole room in. Not a word was said as she
looked around, from the bed to the table to the posters on the walls.
The room was
spotless to a degree that she could not believe Max had done but that Vanessa
had done from time to time. Not even a piece of clothing lying around, but
beyond that the room looked like a place for Max. Books about photography all
over the bookshelves, posters of indie rock stars and papers and pencils on the
table and desktop. The room itself was big, much bigger than her room had ever
been, at least twice the size, and it looked really nice and comfy and a
perfect home.
“It’s a nice
room Maxy, real nice.” Cloe said as she turned around to face her, but Max did
not answer her but instead took a step forward and on one foot, or the toes to
be more precise, she embraced her and kissed her and she did not let go. Cloe
could do nothing but accept the kiss and to tell her she liked it she leaned
her head to the side and opened her mouth. The kiss became warmer and wetter in
a second, and as they stumbled to the bed it became hotter as well. They only
stopped kissing when Cloe bumped in to the bed and fell down on it, this made
Max hide a laugh behind her hand but quickly took off her shirt and threw it on
the floor. Cloe did not want to wait any longer either, so she took off her own
shirt and then she grabbed a hold of Max’s pants and started to unbutton them.
Max just stopped in her tracks as her pants were being taken off and let her
hands run through Cloe’s hair and as soon as her pants dropped down to the
floor Cloe looked up and Max kissed her again. This kiss did not end with just
a quick peck but continued even as she took the pants away from her feet and
when she started to open Cloe’s pants. The kiss continued as they removed each
other’s bras and panties and did not stop until they were both in bed, Cloe on
top of Max.
“Wait.” Max
said, unsure as how she would continue. The look of anticipation in Cloe’s eyes
read both hot and wondering. She was so beautiful and so sexy and so hot that
she knew she could not hold this in any longer. “I’m a virgin.” Max just laid
there, naked and exposed, with the words just lingering in the air. It was like
they had not yet reached Cloe, or that they had but Cloe had not reacted to
them yet, or perhaps it was just all in her head. She wanted an answer,
anything really, but she wanted an answer.
Cloe leaned down
to her, her lips were so close, and she felt her warm breath on her face, on
her own lips. The smell of Cloe permeated through the whole world.
“Not in the
morning.” She whispered.
Max became so
happy to the words that she was no longer worried that she moved her head up
the last inch and kissed her again. Cloe responded well and sank down to her as
she deepened the kiss. Max could feel every inch of her beloved laying there on
top of her, every inch of skin that touched her skin, her heart beat and her
breathing and her hands, her hands, her hands were everywhere, on her back and
on her arms, on her stomach and her breasts, on her thighs and even on the
inside on the thighs and then on her vagina. The feeling was the best feeling
she had ever felt, she was ready to receive and to give, to give and receive
over and over and over again. Kisses and tongues and touches and caresses. She
wanted nothing else and needed nothing else. All she wanted was Cloe and her
hands, her mouth and her very being.
Feeling Cloe’s
hand on her most private area did not upset Max, it did feel unfamiliar but not
unpleasant, it felt like warm hug, a hug from a loved one, it felt wonderful.
She thought of giving Cloe the same treatment, to put her hand on Cloe as well,
to put it on her vagina but as she thought it she also realized that she had
already put her hand there and even had a finger inside her. Had this been a
few weeks ago she would have stopped it all at this point but tonight she just
kept going, and going and going as Cloe did.
After using
nothing but their fingers Cloe aborted it all which sent shockwaves through
Max, had she done anything wrong, had she not been giving Cloe enjoyment and
pleasure as well and she was just about to open her mouth when she saw that all
Cloe really did was turn around, not to put her back to Max but to give her
hear rear end. Max understood why Cloe had stopped now, she understood why she
had stopped and turned around for, truth to be told, she kind of wanted the
same thing.
When she had a
set of new lips in front of her she never hesitated for a second and went
straight in and kissed them. Letting her mouth open and kissing these new lips
with a vigor and determination that she had never felt before. Cloe’s vagina
tasted so good she thought she was in a dream world, that she would soon wake
up from that dream world and realize that she did not taste good but then
Cloe’s words reached her and she knew that what it tasted was true.
“Oh god Max, are
you… are you… god damn it… are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Cloe
managed to say between Max’s frantic eating and drinking of her wonderful
juices. And as Max never answered but kept going as if Cloe had never said a
word she dove down to her own price, eating and drinking of her own.
It did not take
long for Cloe to feel the orgasm coming and once it came she had to bite down
hard on her own hand in order to not be heard through her scream. She took a
deep breath after that and changed her position so that she was not in full
control between Max’s legs. She shifted her a quarter of the way so she could
be sitting on the floor in a hunkered down position while giving Max the
ultimate pleasure.
It did not take
Max long to reach her own orgasm and placed both of her hands over her mouth to
not be heard but she could not hear herself. She could not hear anything
outside of herself, just her heartbeat and her blood pumping and of course the
mighty thunder of the orgasm.
After they had
both had an orgasm they just snuggled up in a ball of love and warmth and fell
asleep in each other’s arms, naked and on top of the cover.
Today had been a
wonderful day.
- to be continued
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Cya
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