5

The room was dimly lit. It looked like it had been lit to resemble dusk or close to it. There was a double sided bench in the center of the room, similar to one that would be found at a public transport stop. Cabinets ran along the walls, recessed so as to not get in the way of any playful antics. Another door was set into the left wall of the room, painted the same color as the walls so it was almost hard to see in the dim light. Lyssette led him to the bench and she sat on it, patting the seat next to her.

"Sit, I think another transport should be along soon, I can't believe we missed the transport to school. The Head Mistress will be so angry with us. Oh, there must be some way to get to school before we get into too much trouble," she said edgily looking back and forth along the length of the room.

Hobbie realized that she had slipped into the persona she was being for him tonight. He decided that she would treat him as a school girl and be one herself as that is what he had requested. He mentally shifted his thoughts to that of a young teen aged school girl and relaxed back onto the bench.

"Relax, Lyss, somehow, we'll make it on time. I'm sure we'll find a way," the voice that came from his lips was not his own, but that of a young woman. He marveled at that as he smiled at her.

A moment later, the door they had come through opened quietly and two of the most handsome men he'd ever seen walked into the room. They stopped just inside the door way and assessed the two young women on the bench, whispering to each other. The men were both very well built, one blond and one dark haired. The blond was the taller of the two, slightly over two meters tall. His brilliant blue eyes beamed from his face like lasers, a gentle smile pulling the corners of his lush lips up. His hair fell in golden waves past his collar and rested on his impossibly wide shoulders. His chest was curved and cut in a way that spoke of many hours of sculpting it to that extent. His tight white shirt strained to cover the breadth of his chest and hugged his narrow waist. The pants he wore were loose fitting but did nothing to hide the fact that his lower half was as well muscled as the top. His thighs pushed out from the fabric of his pants, showing the gently curved muscles below.

The darker haired man was a few centimeters shorter than the blonde but no less handsome. His hair was almost dark enough to be black but had enough rich brown highlights to it that brown was a better description. His skin was tanned deeply as if he'd spent many hours working outside. Ice blue eyes, that made the thought of seduction come to mind, sat under his brows. His build was smaller and more wiry than the blonde but still very well defined, the type of build that implied that hard work was the sculptor not weight regimens. He hung back a bit from the blonde, perhaps in deference to the other man.

The two men walked closer to the girls on the bench, hesitating ever so slightly. Lyssette got up and approached the men with a seductive smile on her lips.

"Hi, we seem to have missed our transport to school. Do you know if another one is coming along soon or is there another way we can get to school?"

"Uh, yeah, we could give you ladies a ride. But it'd cost you," the blonde said with a grin.

"Well, we don't have any money on us, can you get us to school and we can pay you then?" Dera said from the bench.

"Well, maybe we can work out a trade. Do you have anything we might want?" the blonde was close to Lyssette now and he reached out to brush her hair away from her shoulder.

"Well, sure we do," Lyssette giggled as she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Dera. "I'm sure we can find something that would interest two exceptionally good looking men, such as yourselves. What are you interested in?" her voice dropped into that seductive purr she had used earlier.

"We could go back to our place and you could give us something special," the brunette man piped up over his friends shoulder as he stared at Dera.

"That would be nice, I'd like that. Wouldn't you Lyss?" she rose from the bench and glided towards the brunette. "What are your names?"

The blonde looked over from Lyssette to Dera and replied, "I'm Irick and that's Seno. What are your names ladies?"

"I'm Lyssette, and this is my friend Dera. So what did you have in mind for when we get to your place?" she twirled a strand of hair around one finger and pouted cutely at Irick. He was obviously her choice for the game and Dera was quite happy to be given Seno. She wandered closer to him and extended a hand in greeting. He took it and pulled her into his body, wrapping his arm around her waist. Bending slightly he whispered into her ear.

A flush of heat crept up Dera's spine and she moaned ever so slightly at the thought of this handsome man doing what he had just whispered to her. She stood up on her toes and whispered back to him and his face lit with delight at the suggestion the slight blonde girl had made to him. He took her hand in his and wasted no time in leading her to the nearly hidden door in the other wall. As he pushed the door open he walked into a darkened room, pulling Dera behind him. He stopped a few meters into the room and he pulled Dera up to an embrace as he bent to kiss her. He was very gentle at first, lightly brushing his lips against hers. When she began to respond to the gentle pressure he was putting on her spine, she leaned closer and began to caress his arms and back.

His kisses became more insistent soon and he licked his tongue across her lips. She sighed in response and he snaked his tongue into her waiting mouth. He drank in her lips and tongue like a fine wine and soon she was gasping in delight. His hands had been steadily caressing her back and now his left hand trailed a warm line down over her ass to her thigh while the right hand moved forward and began to caress her breast and kneed her pert nipple through the thin material of her shirt.

"Let's take that tie off shall we? It looks terribly uncomfortable," his breath was hot on her neck as he reached for the knot of her tie to remove it. His hands undid the knot with skill and he used the ends of the tie to pull her back into his embrace. He covered her mouth in a deep kiss, tongue gently prodding at her lips. She reached up and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and ran her hands up his rock hard chest. Her fingers traced delicate patterns over his erect nipples and she succumbed to the urge to pinch and tweak them. He moaned in delight and pulled her even closer so that the hot bulge of his erection pressed into her thigh.

"Let's move over farther, there's a nice comfortable bed about a meter to the left," he said, drawing her over with him as he pulled her tie all the way off and threw it casually on the floor. "I want to make love to you Dera, are you ready?"

"Yes," she moaned, reaching for the buttons that held her shirt on.

"No, don't! I want to take your clothes off so I can see every centimeter of that gorgeous body of yours. I want to kiss you from head to toe. Will you allow me?" he panted as he knelt on the edge of the bed.

Dera could only nod at him, the fire inside her loins was overwhelming her ability to speak. She crawled up on the bed and seated herself before him. He reached for the buttons on her shirt and gently undid each one, placing a kiss on her neck as he did. He licked at the sensitive spot under her ear and waves of delight shivered down her spine. She kicked off her shoes and moved closer to him, reaching up to pull his shirt up and over his head. Her hands roamed over his warm smooth chest and she leaned closer to kiss his nipples. Their arms tangled in between them and he pulled back, then pushed her down on the bed and knelt over her, straddling her waist.

"Let me, please. I want to please you. I need to make love to you," his breath was hot on her arm as he reached once again for the tiny buttons on her shirt. His big fingers fumbled over the buttons and in his frustration, he pulled the shirt violently apart, buttons flying across the room. He bent to her chest and caressed her breasts and nipples with his tongue, bringing a sigh to her lips.

He raised her back as he licked over her chest and swiftly undid the zipper at the back of her skirt, pulling the material down over her slender hips. She helped him by kicking the material the rest of the way off. His hands roamed the length of her body, caressing the soft skin. A hand trailed up her thigh to the inner parts of her, close to her core. A finger snuck under the elastic band of her underwear and caressed the soft skin inside her thigh.

She suddenly balked at his advances and sat up, "I need a second Seno, please."