Double Time
Chapter 59
“The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.”
—Siobhan Davis, Destiny Rising
RILEY PICKED DESI AND ME UP at school promptly at two-thirty. I’d dropped my suitcase off at her house earlier so we swung right out onto I-69 and headed toward Indy. It’s two-and-a-half hours to get to the convention center, but we had to stop in Gas City to use the restroom. By the time we were checked in to the hotel it was six.
Riley didn’t waste any time. He wanted us in costume and on the show floor as soon as possible. The convention was open with some industry types having had meetings all afternoon and the official opening of the display area underway as we were getting ready. Riley led us into a king bedroom and unlocked doors to the adjoining room with two queen beds in it. He led us in and showed us where Riko had hung our costumes and said he’d be back in half an hour with sandwiches and to take us to the convention.
“It’s always such a rush to get ready and then hours of boredom,” Desi sighed. “Friday night openings are just to get the kinks worked out. It’s not even sexy.” Her actions were contradicting her words as she stripped out of her school clothes. I was mesmerized watching her until she stood in just her bra and panties.
“Wow! You always amaze me, Desi.”
“I have to wear the bra with my costume,” she giggled. “But it’s so tight. I need to let the girls breathe a little.” She popped the catch on the harness and released her big beautiful boobs. “Take your shirt off, Jacob. The girls want a hug.” It took about two seconds for my polo shirt to be lying on the bed and have Desi’s boobs pressed against my chest while we kissed.
“I love this, Desi.”
“I wish we had more time. We need to get our outfits on. At least they are simple for this first one. And we can cuddle up after the show tonight,” Desi said, tossing me a blue shirt with white short sleeves and a yellow band around the bottom. She grabbed her bra and fastened the girls back into it.
Our surroundings finally began to soak into my brain as I dressed. Hotel room. V1 had seen the type dozens of times. It was a simple family setup. Mom and Dad in a big bed in one room with a door into the second bedroom where the kids had two beds. And that was it.
“Um… Desi? Are we sharing this room tonight?” I asked. She pulled a yellow tank top over her head.
“I suppose we could try to convince Mom and Dad they should have the room with two beds while we get the king bed in the other room. Do you think they’d go for it?”
“I don’t think so. I just didn’t realize we’d be sharing a room overnight.”
“Jacob, I hope we’ll be sharing a bed. You can sleep with me without fucking me, can’t you? I mean if I suck you off a couple of times before we go to sleep?”
“Your parents are okay with this?”
“As they say, it wasn’t their first option. But theater people are a little more sexually liberated than the average man on the street. I hear, though, that the living arrangements in basic are such that more people are losing their inhibitions these days. Anyway, they trust us to keep to the terms of our contract and realize the only thing restricting us is my promise that I’ll be a virgin on my sixteenth birthday. You are charged with making sure that’s true,” she said.
“I guess,” I sighed. “Desi, sleeping with you… We’d better keep our pants on. I’ll be hard and poking at you all night.”
“I’ll just have to keep sucking until it softens.”
By the time Riley returned with our sandwiches and sodas, we were dressed and had our wigs on. These were about the most normal clothes I’d imagined wearing to a Comic Convention. I had tennis shoes, blue jeans, this interesting shirt/jacket combination, a black wig, and a baseball cap. Desi wore her yellow tank top with cuffed shorts that were long enough her cheeks didn’t hang out. She had red high-tops and matching red suspenders. Her orange wig was pulled up into a high ponytail on one side. Riley handed us our show badges and two stuffed animals. We were officially Pokémon trainers, Ash and Misty.
Desi was right about the opening night being a little less than exciting. I was surprised, though, at the number of people who wanted their picture taken with us. Some of them were dressed in similar costumes and there was a lot of comparison going on. One girl in a Misty costume was pushing the limits a little further than Desi’s did. Desi’s costume left a bit of a gap between the hem of her shirt and her shorts but she was wearing a bra and pretty much just looked like a normal teen during the summer. This other girl’s top barely covered her boobs and she was definitely not strapped in. She kept kind of pushing them out at me.
The highlight of the night was when a little kid dressed up like Pikachu ran up to us and wanted her picture taken with ‘real’ trainers. It was cute and fun.
At ten o’clock the display area finally closed and we all went to the café at the hotel. Riko really had a clever costume for this show. She was dressed as Edna “E” Mode, the fashion designer for The Incredibles. Think Edna Mode’s Five Rules of Fashion.
1. Red makes a statement.
2. No Capes.
3. Even the best utility belt will make you look fat.
4. No white supersuits after Labor Day.
5. When in doubt—bulletproof it.
I’d been up since five and by eleven, I could hardly keep my eyes open. We had keys to our own room and as soon as we were inside, Desi closed and locked the door between the two rooms almost at the same instant that her Dad pushed the door closed from his side.
I flopped back on a bed and was nearly asleep while still wearing my costume and wig.
“Baby, get out of those clothes and brush your teeth before bed,” Desi said, leaning over me. She kissed me and I reached for her, encountering one very bare breast. I sat up and started pulling my clothes off. She hung the costume pieces back in our closet and I headed for the bathroom in just my boxers. Desi joined me when I brushed my teeth, standing next to me in front of the mirror. It took her about thirty seconds to get her makeup off with a special cleanser cloth she used and then she led me to the bed. We pulled the covers back and crawled in.
We kissed and I was definitely hard. But I was so tired that I kept slipping in and out of reality in that half-sleep stage. I wanted to be in the moment and make love with Desi but my mind kept playing tricks on me. I could still see her as Misty and then she sort of morphed into that yellow blob of Pikachu. I had her breasts in my hands and could feel her grinding her crotch against my hard-on. Then she evolved into a chubby little Clefairy and my cock was stretching up to dip into her opening.
There is nothing in the least bit sexy about any Pokémon monster. But somehow, I was coming. And then I dropped off to sleep.
The habit of rising early to run can be ingrained quickly. Even though I was exhausted last night, I was wide awake at five in the morning. Wide awake and cuddled behind the extremely comfy ass of Desiree Whitcomb. My left arm was under her head and my hand was wrapped around one of her squishy boobs. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh in my hand and against my cock.
Oh, shit! My cock was out the flap of my boxers and nestled firmly between her cheeks. Her panties were pushed way up her crack and a little twitch of my hips was met with a rocking motion from hers. My right hand was on her tummy and floated south beneath the waistband of her panties. As I expected, I found no trace of hair. I wondered if she had it lasered off. If she shaved, I figured I’d feel a five o’clock shadow.
Desi stopped my hand when I was just at her slit. She didn’t pull it out of her panties, but took over guiding it. Her hand dipped lower and then came up to slick her juices over her clit. She guided my fingers again and started the circular motion on her clit I’d observed her use before. I relaxed and let her guide my fingers where she wanted them as my cock slid up and down her crack. Desi was very careful about not allowing me to seek out her opening and potentially damage her hymen. I was fine with that. Twice more she dipped down and brought more lubrication up to slick her little nub. I could hardly wait till it was my tongue manipulating that little pearl instead of my finger.
We were really getting into it. Desi was rocking against my cock more rapidly and moving my fingers in tighter circles on her clit. When she shuddered in orgasm, her butt cheeks clenched and opened repeatedly and sent my cock into firing mode. A bit of a mess between us but I just held my girlfriend closer and kissed her neck and ear. She pulled my hand out of her panties and fed it to me. I licked every trace of her off my fingers. Finally, she rolled toward me and we kissed.
“Mmm. We don’t have to be up for a long time. ’S go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake. You sleep, baby. I need to go run. I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Yeah. Then we can do this again.”
I rolled out of bed and I believe Desi was asleep before I found my running clothes and left the room.
It’s a little frightening but also a bit of a thrill to run in a new place before the sun comes up. I ran west along Maryland to the White River State Park and my headlamp illuminated the way to the riverside trail. I cut north and just enjoyed the rhythm as I built to my pace. I wasn’t sure exactly how long the trail I ran was but it went up to the Art Museum on 38th where I turned around and ran back. By the time I’d stretched and cooled down, I’d been gone about an hour. I let myself back into our room, but before I crawled in bed with Desi, I took a shower.
She rolled toward me as soon as my weight shifted the bed. Her lips were next to mine when she started sniffing.
“You’re all clean and fresh,” she said. “Give me a minute.” She bounced out of bed and into the bathroom—a sight I could watch every day and not grow tired of. She didn’t have time to wash her hair while she was gone, but she popped back with fresh breath and a towel wrapped around her. While I watched, she approached the side of the bed and dropped the towel. I’d never seen her without her panties. She was beautiful.
“What we did earlier was fun. We could do it again if you swear to keep it out of my love tunnel. Can I trust you for that?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then lose your boxers.”
I did and the two of us were in bed together naked. We lay face-to-face for a few minutes and kissed before she rolled over to push her ass at my cock. She must have thought that I was just going to start rubbing. Instead, I kissed my way down her back to her butt and began licking her crack and anus, giving rise to a squeal and a pillow clamped to her mouth. I took my time loving the backside while not infringing on her sacred pussy. I was glad she liked the stimulation but the reason for the action was simply to make that back crack wet and slippery. I pushed upward and my cock began the slip and slide between her saliva-covered cheeks.
“Oh, God. It’s more intense than it was this morning,” she whispered. “I didn’t know I liked my butt played with.”
“We’ll keep that on file for the future,” I said.
“I might have to sleep in the other bed tonight,” she said. My cock continued to slide through her crack as I felt her fingers at work in front. “I’m not sure I’d wake up a virgin. This is so good.”
“We’ll do whatever you need,” I said. “But I won’t violate you. I might come all over you, but I won’t go into you.”
“Do. Come all over me. I’m about to… I’m ready.” I buried my cock as deeply between her cheeks as I could get without penetration and when they started to quake with her orgasm, mine erupted as well. We lay stuck together until Desi’s dad knocked on the door at eight and told us to get ready for breakfast.
“So, who are we this morning?” I asked. I just started putting on the costume Riko had laid out for me.
“You are Naruto Uzumaki and I’m his faithful companion Sakura Haruno,” Desi answered. She was still in her bra and panties while she worked on zipping up knee-high black boots. You know, it would never occur to a guy to put on his shoes before he got dressed. But apparently there wasn’t much that had to fit over the boots. I think she was just playing with my mind as I watched her wiggle into the rest of her costume. She had a red tunic and gray underskirt along with several decorative pieces. She motioned me to the chair and started working on my spikey blond wig and headband. I wore a basic orange and brown sweat suit. Finally, Desi painted three lines on each of my cheeks. Something Ninja from what I could tell. I hadn’t watched this anime series. It was something like three hundred episodes and I couldn’t see investing that kind of time in it.
Like Pokémon, Naruto involved ninja masters who fought with made-up monsters against the evil whatevers. I just kept my mouth shut and joined Desi and her parents for breakfast before we got to the show.
The place was packed by noon. We posed. We handed out fliers. We even competed in a cosplay competition and got third place for best cosplay and first place for most authentic costume.
“Okay, you two,” Riko said when we got back to her booth at noon. “Go get lunch and take an hour break. Then get into your Sword Art Online costumes. Riley is on a panel that won’t be out for another hour. Eat at the hotel and charge lunch to your room. Our room. Use our number for the charge. They get picky about that. Got it? I’ll see you back here at four o’clock for the evening. It will be even busier.”
We grabbed a quick bowl of soup in the hotel restaurant. I didn’t feel like packing a greasy hamburger into my gut before having to work another six hours. We got up to the room and collapsed on the bed.
“Nap,” Desi moaned. “Strip out of your costume. I’m going to set an alarm for three-thirty. We can transform to Asuna and Kazuto in fifteen minutes. Right?”
“Right,” I said. A nap sounded like a great idea and even with Desi and I stripped to our underwear, we just cuddled up and went to sleep. Of course, sleeping with one of Desi’s tits in each hand makes for great dreams but we didn’t have time to do anything about the prevailing condition before we had to head back to the convention center for another round.
Saturday night was a near repeat of Friday night with a quick dinner and then bed.
“You are such a good sport to help with our costume shop at the show,” Desi said as she cuddled up to me. All thought of sleeping in two beds had been abandoned.
“It’s kind of fun,” I admitted. “I liked the racier costumes at PopCon, but these have been fun and there are a lot of younger kids who want pictures with us. I have a feeling their parents are the ones who are buying costumes from Riko.”
“You spotted that right. Tomorrow will be a fun costume set, even if it isn’t straight out sexy.”
“What are we wearing tomorrow?”
“You’ll be Claudia Hodgins and I’ll be Violet Evergarden. Very elegant.”
“Elegant? Isn’t Claudia the guy who looks like a homeless man?”
“I meant Violet is elegant. You’re just my escort.”
“And boss, young lady.”
“Really? Boss? What would you like your young lady to do, Boss? I have mechanical hands, but my mouth is all original.” Desi used her mechanical hands to pull down my drawers and her original mouth to suck in my cock and make sure I was drained before we tried to sleep.
“You know, I could do that for you, too,” I whispered as she lay partially on top of me.
“Yeah. I think I’ll like that. But not yet. I’m still a little scared of having anything down there but me. Soon, though. Soon, I’m going to have you licking my slick little evergarden.”
Thankfully, the show was short on Sunday. We started in at ten but not many people showed up before noon. The exhibition hall closed at five and we were done. The nice part of the afternoon was that my sister showed up about four o’clock.
“They just kind of let me in since the show is about over. I told them I was helping clean up one of the booths,” Em said as I grabbed her around the waist and swung her in a circle.
“I’ve missed you so much, Em!” I said. “You’re here. You’re really here.”
“I’m here, J. Do you still love me?”
“I love you more than the air I breathe.” I turned to introduce Em to Riko and Riley.
“I heard her say she volunteered to help close up our booth,” Riko said. “That will really help. Go wander another hour and by the time you get back we’ll be ready to box everything.”
“What did I get myself into?” Em asked.
“They won’t really make you box things up. Mom and Dad have the system down to a science and really don’t want anyone interfering with what goes where. Then the whole thing gets turned over to the union guys and with luck it will be on the loading dock and ready when we pull the truck in tomorrow.”
“This must take a huge amount of work.”
“It does, but this is pretty much the last show of the season. We have Fort Wayne PopCon between Christmas and New Year’s. Um… I’m Desi, by the way. We met a few times last year. I’m one of Jacob’s girlfriends. And on behalf of the six of us, I’m authorized to… to… um…” Desi stalled as if she’d forgotten her lines. She suddenly turned to Em, put her hands on both sides of Em’s face and kissed her. Hard and deep. Both girls faded back a bit and blushed.
“I hope if you are representing all six, I get one from you for each of them,” Em breathed.
I’d been a little worried about how they’d get along, but I guess they’d broken the ice.
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