bakerstreet | It's that time again

Not every guy has a bunch of magazines centering around female medical professionals in various states of undress.

Really? I mean I wouldn't say I have a 'bunch', but there's a stack of them there. Who is this again?

This is Cain speaking. We met at the party...? You know, glasses-wearing wallflower?

*She's sure that she introduced herself using that alias and under a male guise. Well, she rather liked doing that. Crossdressing and the like. It helped that her voice was a bit on the masculine side as well. And her height.*

Oh right! Lol. Barely remember the party. Hey, want to meet up and compare magazine collections?

*He remembered her now... well, remembered meeting a guy that matched the description she gave him*

Certainly. I do not have any to compare with, though I suppose I could acquire a few before we meet. Do you have a location in mind?

*She's curious as to what boys look at these days, honestly....*

Uhhhh you seemed pretty cool, so you can come over to my place!

Very well. I will arrive as soon as I am able. Would you please confirm your address for me?

*Because while she waits for his response, she dresses up in her usual white suit/uniform, grabs her wallet and goes to buy a few of the latest magazines. Once it's confirmed, she heads right over and rings the bell upon her arrival.*

*Yosuke grins as he opens the door, seeing the person he sort-of-remembered meeting the previous night*

Hey! I remember you! Sorry, I was a little, uh... I guess what I mean is, I think someone put something in the punch there. D..don't tell anyone else, though!

*That gets a laugh, but she wonders what exactly happened that she isn't remembering.* ...Honestly, I don't remember. My memory gets blurry when I consume alcohol.

To reintroduce myself, my name is Cain Taylor. I seem to have added you under the name "Yosuke". Is this correct?

*She idly shifts the bag of magazines from one hand to the other.*

*He grinned.* Yeah. Yosuke Hanamura. Come in!

*He started to lead her into his house, which looked normal enough, really. And up to his room.*

Uhh, sorry for the mess. I just sort of came home and passed out last night, I guess. Hey, did you have a good time? I remember you sort of hanging out against the wall most of the time...

I generally do not attend parties. The noise tends to hurt my ears, but this one was... tolerable.

*She nods a bit, not minding the mess. Her apartment wasn't neat and tidy, either.*

I would attend again, given the chance.

*She starts to get comfortable on the closest place to sit - floor, couch, whatever - and sets the bag aside.*

...My place looks worse.

*There was a futon against the wall that she could sit on and make herself comfortable.*

*Yosuke grinned to her.* Nahhh, I doubt it. Still wish I'd cleaned up a bit, but.. *he shrugged. He would /really/ be embarrassed if he found out she was a girl, though.*

*He knelt down and pulled a stack of magazines out from under his bed, where he usually hid them, and sat down on the other side of the futon, with her.* So, whatcha got?

Mm. Some latest editions that seem promising.

*She pulled them out and let them flop between them. Opening one up, it revealed a particularly sensuous pin-up that gave loud hints but did not quite reveal things.*

I think this one is quite cute.

*What with the shapely body, the full breasts and hips, and of course, the woman's face.*

*He grinned at that, eyeing the woman in the photograph*

Yeah, she's definitely a knockout! But you know, she's also a bit unrealistic. I mean you gotta figure.. no normal girl is gonna have those proportions, right?

*To counter that, he pulled one out of his stack, one that showed a girl in a school uniform with much more modest breasts and a cute face, wearing glasses*

Hmm. How modest.

*She leaned in a bit closer, taking a better look at the figure before pulling back a bit, and flipping around in her own magazine to find another one to show off.*

I don't know. I kinda like women with significant meat on their bones. So they look pleasantly squishy and stuff.

*Ah! Here's another. She showed it to him. The model is wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a straw hat upon her head. She's a bit more lithe than the other one.*

*He smirked to her*

Well, I'd be lying if I said that I /didn't/ like a big-chested woman. But one has to have appreciation all over the spectrum, don't you think?

*He smiled at the picture she showed him* Ooh, she's definitely a good one.

You said you liked, uh, 'medical professionals', right?

*he grinned, grabbing another one showing a pleasantly large-chested woman in a nurse's outfit, leaning forward so much that her nipples were just barely peeking out of her lab coat.*

I-I didn't say that! You said... oh...

*Well well, if she wasn't bi before, she was now. Her face turned bright red at the sight of the woman there.*

...Oh god.. that's...

*Just... don't mind her staring at the image rather intently.*

*Well, that was a definite 'yes' there. He grinned, handing the magazine over to her*

Yeah, she's a real hottie, isn't she! Or how about this one?

*He reached over to turn the page, this one showing a girl dressed like a doctor... or rather, she had a lab coat on, open to reveal some delightfully lacy undergarments, with a very professional-looking tie hanging loose around her neck.*

*Oh man. She could feel herself reacting to the images. Her boxer briefs were going to be soaked...*

Where the hell did you get this...?

*Her tone was breathy, but still managed to cling to its masculine tone.*

*He beamed with pride at that*

Good find, isn't it! Found it in a little shop in the city.. it was the last one left, too. I hear it's pretty rare...

*He turned the page again, showing her another one.. similar, the girl's breasts were a little smaller, but she was topless this time, and had a stethoscope hanging down between her breasts.*

Hey.. I've got a great idea, if you'd be up for it...

*Oh man... not good, not good... She found herself wanting more and more to find something to rub against. Just. Anything to quell the building ache.*

...What is it?

*Did she even want to know...?*

*He grinned over to her*

Let's find some pictures we both like, and give ourselves a little..relief, if you know what I mean.

*He obviously liked this particular magazine as well.. it was not exactly in mint condition, its pages having been turned many times.*

*Similarly, his pants were starting to feel a bit..confined. And what was a little bit of pornography sampling between guys? :)*

*Normally, she should have immediately refused, but god damn, the tension in her body was on the brink of unbearable. She swallowed and nodded, sitting up a bit to remove her coat and toss it aside. For a woman, her shoulders were a bit broad, but it helped keep her gender quiet. Her shirt, thankfully, was dark enough that it would be impossible to see her bound chest unless the shirt was unbuttoned. She did, at least, loosen her tie.*

...Nothing leaves this room. Alright?

*She fixed him with a steady stare.*

*Yosuke, naturally, thought she was referring to the fact that two guys were about to take off their clothes around each other and get off to porn. So of course he was going to agree, though he was definitely good on his word that /nothing/ would leave the room.*

Of course. Nothing. *He looked into her eyes* Promise. For either of us.

*He shrugged off his jacket and started to unbutton his own shirt.*

*Of course, she figured as much. Boy was he going to be in for a surprise.*

Mind if I borrow yours? This one. *She gestured at the nurse mag, of course. Camilla couldn't help it. At least she knew that she wouldn't get the pages dirty.*

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

as a note, if I suddenly drop off between tags, I passed out. XD;