Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 6

Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 6

AUTHORESS’S NOTE: Once again, thank you all for reading and reviewing! Every word is treasured. :) Enjoy chapter six! And I would also like to thank Snookiepuf for her brilliant idea for these two to play Twister! I have never myself played, so I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies I may have portrayed with the game. :) Happy reading!

The world outside was now completely a canvas of pearl-hued snow, glistening softly under the cerulean glow of the moon. It was quite a beautiful sight, the manner in which the moonlight struck the white-washed outdoors with just the right balance of light and dark to bring out the natural silky shimmer of the snow. Mr. Burns and I had paused by my window for a moment to gaze at the beatific, winter scene before bringing out the game of Twister, for which I was increasingly anxious. Even the halcyon scene outside my window could not sooth my nerves.

I remembered the popularity of playing Twister during my college days. On those drunken nights in the dorms, Twister was always interpreted as a sexual and dicey game. Even though it may not have originally been fabricated under those thoughts, it was obvious that that was what most considered modern Twister to be, especially if played with ones love interest on a dark, isolating evening.

However, Mr. Burns had no conception of modern thinking. Or so I thought. I assumed he must have had the purest idea of the game in mind when he suggested it, but there was a small slice of doubt in my own mind about this presumption. Maybe it was my imagination once again fleeing reality, but something told me that Mr. Burns chose to play Twister for reasons more akin to my frat brothers than to children.

Come on, Waylon. Stop it. Dont get carried away here. You know that only makes it more painful when the truth is revealed and it is not the one you spun in your chimerical mind.

I knew it was true, so I shook any doubts out of my head, and said, Ill go get the game set up. You can stay and watch the snow a bit longer, if youd like.

Mr. Burns turned to me and smiled, nodding, and turned back to the snow. I watched him for a moment as he stood there, looking so focused and abstracted. Is everything all right, sir? I asked.

Everythings perfect, my dear friend, dreamily said Mr. Burns, not turning away from the window. I waited for explanation but received none. I stared at him and smiled slightly, hoping that I was in some way responsible for Mr. Burns sudden proclamation of perfection.

When the game was set up, Mr. Burns finally turned away from the window and stood next to me, staring at the brightly-colored circles of the game with childlike interest. I grinned. Mr. Burns, you have played Twister before, right?

Of course, I have! This was my favorite game to play at Yale, said Mr. Burns, smiling at the recollection. Ho, ho. There were some sexy times produced on that Twister mat, Ill tell you that, Smithers.

I felt my eyes grow wide. Sexy times?

Well, Smithers, I was once a young man. I did have the normal urges of a twenty-year-old, believe it or not, said Mr. Burns, a bit insulted.

I shook my head, explaining: Oh, I dont doubt that at all. Youre still a veryI mean, I was justwelltaken aback by your knowledge of
You thought I still viewed Twister as purely a childs game?

I paused. Well, yes. Kind of.

Mr. Burns began to chuckle. Oh, you. Im not that nave. I know it often gets a bit heated. But you and I dont have to worry about that. So, we can really play the way it was intended, yes?

My heart still racing and my mind trying to process everything Mr. Burns had said, I put my sweaty palms in the pockets of my pajama pants and stammered a pathetic: Umyes.

Okay, then, lets get playing, said Mr. Burns, attempting to spin the spinner forcefully, however only making it move over one space. Huzzah! Left hand on red.

The game had been going for a while before I decided to spice things up. I mean, how many opportunities does one really receive to get tangled up with the person theyre most attracted to in the whole world? Not many, and especially not many with someone like Mr. Burns, so I decided to take advantage of the situation.

Our current position was currently a rather mundane one, with my right hand under my back somewhere on a blue circle, my left hand contentedly outstretched slightly to a red circle on my left, and my feet comfortably next to each other in front of me. Mr. Burns was in a similar position next to me. And I knew that all I had to do was spin my right hand on the green circle for me to be basically atop Mr. Burns, and although the odds of spinning that exact position were unlikely, I didnt care about the odds anymore.

I noticed that Mr. Burns never actually watched as I spun. He just waited for me to tell him what I got. So, I simply spun a displeasing position and further spun a lie. Right hand on green, I told him as I got into the position.

Noticing the new position, Mr. Burns looked immediately at unease. He chuckled a bit nervously and requested the spinner, which I gave to him. His new move only moved his left hand adjacent one circle, and mine only moved my foot one circle. We would be in this position for a while, I suspected and hoped.

I stared into my friends beautiful brown eyes and smiled. I had always dreamed of being in this position with my love, and now that dream was coming true. I could almost feel our hearts beating in the same rapid cadence against each other as the heat from our bodies transferred between us. I think Mr. Burns recognized this as well, which perhaps prompted him to look away awkwardly and fake a fall. Oops, I fell. I lost. End of game, Mr. Burns said quickly, slithering out from under me.

Damn it! So close! I thought angrily as I watched Mr. Burns dust off his clothes. Like everything else tonight. So close and yet so far away. I couldnt take it anymore. The sexual tension was maddening, but even more maddening was the mixed signals Mr. Burns kept throwing my way. At that moment, I decided that for the rest of the night I would leave as little space as possible for misinterpretation. This next activity would be my choice, and it would be the most telling one.

Mr. Burns, Im going to make us some hot cocoa, I said. And then were going to play Truth or Dare.

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