The Rousing Misadventures of Miss Pandora Sparkle
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
23,911
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Moonshine
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Pandora blamed the fact that she decided to let Candace drive her home on stress and being fatigued. Of course, it didn’t help one bit that every drop of blood in her head had made a sudden mad dash south to “other” regions. As a matter of fact, she was fairly confident that if anyone had checked in the first few moments after Candace kissed her they would have detected absolutely no frontal brain activity to speak of.
Why she let Candace into her apartment for a drink….. The world may never know. Pandora certainly couldn’t have told you.
Pandora was already cursing her severe lack of brains by the time they made it to her front door. What the hell was she thinking letting Candace of all people into her apartment? The huge bouquet of flowers awaiting her return with the card that read: Cant wait to see you again, love Riley. Only served to piss her off even further.
“Secret admirer?” Candace smirked as Pandora scowled down at the card.
Pandora turned the key in the lock. As soon as the door swung open her cats rushed to greet her and after she said hello to her babies she marched right over to the trash and deposited the bouquet and card in the bin.
Candace’s lips curled around the edges in an expression she had come to recognize as amusement. “A not so secret admirer then?”
“Id rather not talk about it.” Pandora sniffed. How dare that cheating, lying, deceitful, non-ring wearing bastard send her flowers? She was fuming as she thought about it.
“Fine by me.” Candace shrugged.
To Pandora’s great surprise, Puffball and Fluffikin’s took an immediate liking to Candace. It was odd. They were usually such good judges of character. Well… no one could be right all the time.
As soon as Candace sat down both of the cats were on her like her knickers were spiked with catnip.
Puffy was meowing and rubbing wantonly against her leg and just in general doing everything felinely possible to convey the fact that he would be honored to have Candace bear his kittens. Fluffy, in the mean time, had hopped uninvited straight into her lap and was nuzzling her under the chin while he purred out a symphony of sweet kitty lurve.
The fact that Candace did not reciprocate their amorous feelings became evident almost immediately.
“Liquor.” She gritted out from between clenched teeth. “NOW.”
Pandora realized, much to her chagrin, that she was being a poor hostess. She shooed the cats away from Candace and went to the refrigerator to fetch the hooch. She came back just moments later clutching her supply of Uncle Willifred’s homemade stash to find her guest knee deep in pussy (and looking none to happy about it) once again.
She set the liquor on the table and went to rescue Candace.
“Now boys.” Pandora clucked, forcibly removing both kitty’s from the tall brunettes person. “You’re being rude to our guest.”
She carried the yowling, protesting cats to her bedroom and tossed them in and then closed the door. Returning to the kitchen she found Candace sitting exactly where she had left her, staring apprehensively at her Uncle’s special blend.
“What the fuck is that?” Candace wanted to know.
“Moonshine.” Pandora answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The fact that it was a nice Barbie pink color and sealed inside a perfectly respectable mason jar did not seem to reassure Candace in the least.
“Wont that stuff make you go blind?” Candace asked incredulously.
Pandora screwed the lid off and took a deep drink of the peppermint flavored brew. “It can.” She grinned, eyes sparkling with challenge as she offered the jar to Candace.
Hesitantly the brunette took the jar from her, giving it a suspicious sniff before finally taking a tiny swig.
“Not bad.” Candace licked her lips and took another sip.
“You know,” Pandora slurred, “you are unreasonably shexshy when you’re ev-il.”
Candace grinned back at her, completely unrepentant “Well then,” she drawled, “I must be sexy all the time.”
They had polished off approximately half a tall mason jar of Uncle Willifred’s hooch in the last hour and by this time it could honestly be said that neither one of them was feeling any pain to speak of. They probably couldn’t feel their extremities either but that’s beside the point.
“Are we friends?” Pandora queried.
Candace eyed her warily. “Maybe.”
“Can I call you Candy?”
Candace actually recoiled in horror. “Absolutely not!”
Pandora giggled. “Didn’t shink tho.”
Candace found herself giggling along with her. “You’re drunk.” She observed astutely.
Pandora giggled even louder. “You’re righter than rain about that.” *hiccup* She took another tug on the jar then passed it to Candace. “Neber could hold my liquor much.” *hic*
“You hide it well.” Candace quipped, then burst out laughing like a hyena. She took another sip of the potent mixture.
“Bitch.” Pandora said fondly as Candace passed the jar back.
“Guilty.” Candace acknowledged.
Pandora cocked her head to the side to observe her rather blurry companion for a moment. “You’re not’ sho bad when I’m drunk.” It was the sincerest compliment she could come up with on such short notice.
Candace actually snorted with laughter. “Gee thanks.”
“No really!” Pandora suddenly had a desperate drunken need to reassure Candace. “I could kinda like you…. If we could both jush shtay drunk all the time.”
Candace collapsed in a fit of giggles. Pandora just stared bemusedly at the cackling brunette. For the life of her she couldn’t see what was so funny.
An hour later they had finished off the powerful liquor. Candace was kicked back on Pandora’s couch, long limbs splayed out.
Pandora propped herself up on one elbow. “Can I ashk you sumpthin pershonal?” *hic* Since they were so close now and all. (you know)
“Depends.” Candace was so relaxed she was practically boneless or the answer would have been an automatic and emphatic “NO!” but such is life.
“Whash it like?” Pandora leaned in close enough that moonshine fumes were causing Candace’s eyelashes to wilt.
“What’s what like?” Candace blinked rapidly as her eyes started to burn from the fumes.
“You know.” Pandora made a wide sweeping gesture that seemed intended to encompass her whole groin area. “Having susch a big pecker.”
For a few long moments silence reigned in the room.
Pandora thought that REALLY, Candace overreacted.
For the life of her, she couldn’t see what was so funny.
After Candace caught her breath again and managed to crawl back up onto the couch she collapsed beside Pandora still snickering. Her head lolled limply against Pandora’s shoulder.
“You really are something else Pandora.” Candace assured her with a chuckle.
Pandora frowned. Was that a compliment? An insult? Either? Neither?
“You kissed me!” She suddenly accused. So there!
Candace leaned her head back so that she was squinting up into stormy blue eyes. “I did indeed.” She murmured.
It happened so fast that it made both of their heads spin. One moment they were just sitting there being sociably drunk together and the next moment they were all over each other practically tearing each others clothes off. Candace greedily claimed Pandora’s sweet pink lips as her hands dove underneath her skirt and frantically yanked at the flimsy panties that were just barely covering the straining cock.
Pandora tried to catch her breath. Candace was attacking her neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh. The room was whirling. It was so hot all of a sudden.
She passed out with a loud groan about the time that Candace finally got her panties down around her ankles.
How could anyone have a hallway that long? Candace thought ruefully as she staggered the last few feet to the door of Miss Pandora Sparkle’s bedroom with her out cold, would-be lover clutched firmly in her arms.
Factually, the hallway probably wasn’t any longer than most other hallways and quite a bit shorter than some, but at that moment it felt like miles to a highly inebriated Candace.
She gave a sigh of relief as she finally managed to fumble the doorknob open without dropping Pandora.
Of course, she had forgotten about the cats.
As soon as the bedroom door was cracked the slightest bit both cats bolted for freedom, startling Candace and nearly causing her to drop Pandora right on the top of her blonde head anyway.
Fortunately for them both she somehow managed to maintain her balance and wobble her way over to the bed.
“You are just very lucky young lady.” Candace said as she tossed Pandora’s unconscious and unmolested body onto the mattress. “That I am a bitch AND a gentleman.”
Candace pulled a soft blanket up to cover the form of the now softly snoring blonde, then gave her a light pat on the hiney just before exiting the room.
“Nighty, night Pandora.”
Pandora blamed the fact that she decided to let Candace drive her home on stress and being fatigued. Of course, it didn’t help one bit that every drop of blood in her head had made a sudden mad dash south to “other” regions. As a matter of fact, she was fairly confident that if anyone had checked in the first few moments after Candace kissed her they would have detected absolutely no frontal brain activity to speak of.
Why she let Candace into her apartment for a drink….. The world may never know. Pandora certainly couldn’t have told you.
Pandora was already cursing her severe lack of brains by the time they made it to her front door. What the hell was she thinking letting Candace of all people into her apartment? The huge bouquet of flowers awaiting her return with the card that read: Cant wait to see you again, love Riley. Only served to piss her off even further.
“Secret admirer?” Candace smirked as Pandora scowled down at the card.
Pandora turned the key in the lock. As soon as the door swung open her cats rushed to greet her and after she said hello to her babies she marched right over to the trash and deposited the bouquet and card in the bin.
Candace’s lips curled around the edges in an expression she had come to recognize as amusement. “A not so secret admirer then?”
“Id rather not talk about it.” Pandora sniffed. How dare that cheating, lying, deceitful, non-ring wearing bastard send her flowers? She was fuming as she thought about it.
“Fine by me.” Candace shrugged.
To Pandora’s great surprise, Puffball and Fluffikin’s took an immediate liking to Candace. It was odd. They were usually such good judges of character. Well… no one could be right all the time.
As soon as Candace sat down both of the cats were on her like her knickers were spiked with catnip.
Puffy was meowing and rubbing wantonly against her leg and just in general doing everything felinely possible to convey the fact that he would be honored to have Candace bear his kittens. Fluffy, in the mean time, had hopped uninvited straight into her lap and was nuzzling her under the chin while he purred out a symphony of sweet kitty lurve.
The fact that Candace did not reciprocate their amorous feelings became evident almost immediately.
“Liquor.” She gritted out from between clenched teeth. “NOW.”
Pandora realized, much to her chagrin, that she was being a poor hostess. She shooed the cats away from Candace and went to the refrigerator to fetch the hooch. She came back just moments later clutching her supply of Uncle Willifred’s homemade stash to find her guest knee deep in pussy (and looking none to happy about it) once again.
She set the liquor on the table and went to rescue Candace.
“Now boys.” Pandora clucked, forcibly removing both kitty’s from the tall brunettes person. “You’re being rude to our guest.”
She carried the yowling, protesting cats to her bedroom and tossed them in and then closed the door. Returning to the kitchen she found Candace sitting exactly where she had left her, staring apprehensively at her Uncle’s special blend.
“What the fuck is that?” Candace wanted to know.
“Moonshine.” Pandora answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The fact that it was a nice Barbie pink color and sealed inside a perfectly respectable mason jar did not seem to reassure Candace in the least.
“Wont that stuff make you go blind?” Candace asked incredulously.
Pandora screwed the lid off and took a deep drink of the peppermint flavored brew. “It can.” She grinned, eyes sparkling with challenge as she offered the jar to Candace.
Hesitantly the brunette took the jar from her, giving it a suspicious sniff before finally taking a tiny swig.
“Not bad.” Candace licked her lips and took another sip.
“You know,” Pandora slurred, “you are unreasonably shexshy when you’re ev-il.”
Candace grinned back at her, completely unrepentant “Well then,” she drawled, “I must be sexy all the time.”
They had polished off approximately half a tall mason jar of Uncle Willifred’s hooch in the last hour and by this time it could honestly be said that neither one of them was feeling any pain to speak of. They probably couldn’t feel their extremities either but that’s beside the point.
“Are we friends?” Pandora queried.
Candace eyed her warily. “Maybe.”
“Can I call you Candy?”
Candace actually recoiled in horror. “Absolutely not!”
Pandora giggled. “Didn’t shink tho.”
Candace found herself giggling along with her. “You’re drunk.” She observed astutely.
Pandora giggled even louder. “You’re righter than rain about that.” *hiccup* She took another tug on the jar then passed it to Candace. “Neber could hold my liquor much.” *hic*
“You hide it well.” Candace quipped, then burst out laughing like a hyena. She took another sip of the potent mixture.
“Bitch.” Pandora said fondly as Candace passed the jar back.
“Guilty.” Candace acknowledged.
Pandora cocked her head to the side to observe her rather blurry companion for a moment. “You’re not’ sho bad when I’m drunk.” It was the sincerest compliment she could come up with on such short notice.
Candace actually snorted with laughter. “Gee thanks.”
“No really!” Pandora suddenly had a desperate drunken need to reassure Candace. “I could kinda like you…. If we could both jush shtay drunk all the time.”
Candace collapsed in a fit of giggles. Pandora just stared bemusedly at the cackling brunette. For the life of her she couldn’t see what was so funny.
An hour later they had finished off the powerful liquor. Candace was kicked back on Pandora’s couch, long limbs splayed out.
Pandora propped herself up on one elbow. “Can I ashk you sumpthin pershonal?” *hic* Since they were so close now and all. (you know)
“Depends.” Candace was so relaxed she was practically boneless or the answer would have been an automatic and emphatic “NO!” but such is life.
“Whash it like?” Pandora leaned in close enough that moonshine fumes were causing Candace’s eyelashes to wilt.
“What’s what like?” Candace blinked rapidly as her eyes started to burn from the fumes.
“You know.” Pandora made a wide sweeping gesture that seemed intended to encompass her whole groin area. “Having susch a big pecker.”
For a few long moments silence reigned in the room.
Pandora thought that REALLY, Candace overreacted.
For the life of her, she couldn’t see what was so funny.
After Candace caught her breath again and managed to crawl back up onto the couch she collapsed beside Pandora still snickering. Her head lolled limply against Pandora’s shoulder.
“You really are something else Pandora.” Candace assured her with a chuckle.
Pandora frowned. Was that a compliment? An insult? Either? Neither?
“You kissed me!” She suddenly accused. So there!
Candace leaned her head back so that she was squinting up into stormy blue eyes. “I did indeed.” She murmured.
It happened so fast that it made both of their heads spin. One moment they were just sitting there being sociably drunk together and the next moment they were all over each other practically tearing each others clothes off. Candace greedily claimed Pandora’s sweet pink lips as her hands dove underneath her skirt and frantically yanked at the flimsy panties that were just barely covering the straining cock.
Pandora tried to catch her breath. Candace was attacking her neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh. The room was whirling. It was so hot all of a sudden.
She passed out with a loud groan about the time that Candace finally got her panties down around her ankles.
How could anyone have a hallway that long? Candace thought ruefully as she staggered the last few feet to the door of Miss Pandora Sparkle’s bedroom with her out cold, would-be lover clutched firmly in her arms.
Factually, the hallway probably wasn’t any longer than most other hallways and quite a bit shorter than some, but at that moment it felt like miles to a highly inebriated Candace.
She gave a sigh of relief as she finally managed to fumble the doorknob open without dropping Pandora.
Of course, she had forgotten about the cats.
As soon as the bedroom door was cracked the slightest bit both cats bolted for freedom, startling Candace and nearly causing her to drop Pandora right on the top of her blonde head anyway.
Fortunately for them both she somehow managed to maintain her balance and wobble her way over to the bed.
“You are just very lucky young lady.” Candace said as she tossed Pandora’s unconscious and unmolested body onto the mattress. “That I am a bitch AND a gentleman.”
Candace pulled a soft blanket up to cover the form of the now softly snoring blonde, then gave her a light pat on the hiney just before exiting the room.
“Nighty, night Pandora.”