||[Jul. 21st, 2005|11:26 am]
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Lyndz didn't know when she first started to fall in love with Aly, she simply did. As she picked up the vegetables for supper that night (smiling coyly at an obscenely large cucumber), she decided it was probably sometime after the 8th time Aly threatened to rape her with her own hockey stick.
That comment alone, no matter how many times it was repeated, never failed to turn Lyndz on. As the young cashier rang her through, she contiued to think of it all the way through the parking lot. She thought of it fondly, not noticing the snail trail she was leaving on the seat of her car as she drove home to her lover.
Geo opened the door, hearing Lyndz coming up the stairs.
"Hey, honey, what'd you bring back?" Geo asked, kissing Lyndz on the cheek.
"Oh, just some chicken, some rice, and you like string beans, right? I got some of those." Lyndz answered, setting the groceries on the counter. Geo continued to pepper kisses on her neck and jaw. "What's gotten into you today, Geo?!"
Geo grinned wickedly and pulled a bag out from a cabinet in the kitchen. "I went shopping today, too." Out of the bag he pulled a pair of scrubs, and a box. "The mask came in the mail this morning."
Lyndz's heart dropped to her twat. She had ordered the Aly-mask from the RQ Cafepress store a month ago, and the idea of fucking Geo cosplaying as Aly was too much for her to handle. She ripped the box open, and tenderly touched the soft rubber. She whimpered a little, and slid it on Geo's face. She slowly undressed herself and Geo, putting the scrubs (which were both crotchless and designed to expose the nipples) on Geo and knocking him to the floor in the living room. The cats bolted, knowing what was about to happen.
"Oh God, your face," muttered Lyndz, as she tweaked Geo's exposed chest. She reached under the couch, where her hockey stick was hidden. "I need you to bend over, Al- er, Geo..."