The Rousing Misadventures of Miss Pandora Sparkle

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In her dreams, a black haired beauty with big dark green eyes laughed at her; then she was in her arms and they were frotting against each other desperately. Long elegant fingers reached underneath her skirt and wrapped themselves possessively around her cock as a low sexy voice growled in her ear. “Mine.”

Pandora awoke to sticky sheets. Good grief!

She hadn’t had a wet dream since she was a teenager and only then because her mother had repeatedly assured her that touching her wee wee for pleasure would most certainly result in sudden and permanent blindness. Abstaining had, more than once, led to nocturnal emissions.

Pandora scowled as she thought back to some of her mothers bizarre child rearing habits. “The Deb-il is a lie Mama.” She said out loud.

Thankfully, Pandora had discovered that blindness was the least of her worries where sex was concerned on her own. If she had waited for Sylvia to give her the straight scoop, she would still be terrified of even the most innocent of touches.

Pandora sighed loudly as she swung her legs off the side of the bed. She loved her Mama. Really she did.

That didn’t stop her from knowing that Sylvia was a little crazy at times.

Grumbling under her breath Pandora dragged her protesting body to the bathroom for a shower then wrapped herself up in her favorite pink fluffy bathrobe and stumbled out of the bedroom, heading for kitchen, desperate to throw her self to the dubious mercies of the caffeine gods.

She turned the coffee pot on and impatiently waited as it brewed. Finally finished she poured herself a cup and wandered into her living room….. And shrieked.

Candace was passed out asleep on her couch.

The brunette didn’t so much as twitch at Pandora’s startled yell as she nearly dropped her precious cup of coffee in astonishment.

Oh yes. It was all coming back to her now. Candace, flat tires and moonshine.

In any universe, that could never be called a good combination.

Pandora wasn’t one bit surprised to see that Candace was not sleeping alone though.

The boys had made their rather disturbing interest in her more than obvious the night before and now Candace had not one but two cats sharing the couch with her. Puffy had found himself a nice perch nestled into a ball right on her round buttocks. Fluffy had just curled up against her side as close as was possible.

At her outburst both cats raised their heads and looked at Pandora. Puffy stood up and stretched, using the pads of his paws he began to knead the plump flesh with his claws. Candace still did not so much as twitch. Which was odd Pandora thought. Puffballs claws were nothing to sneeze at.

Pandora suddenly had an awful thought. What if Candace had passed out and died on her couch? It was possible. Moonshine was unpredictable and they had both imbibed far more than could be considered healthy.

Uncle Willifred’s hooch was strong enough that it could, and had been used as paint remover.

Pandora took a step towards the couch then stopped. Oh hell no!

She took off for the bathroom to retrieve a small mirror.

Cautiously, Pandora advanced towards the sofa, trying to hold the mirror so that it would show if Candace was breathing or not. Nothing. Maybe she just wasn’t close enough?

Trembling now, Pandora moved in closer, holding the mirror right in front of Candace’s nose. Always curious, FLuffy had moved up the couch to investigate, now he was breathing on the mirror! Damn it !

Frustrated, Pandora dropped the mirror and crouched down so that her face was level with Candace’s and eased in as close as she could.

As Pandora cautiously leaned in, Candace managed to pry open one jaundiced eye to discover another eyeball approximately a quarter of an eight of a sixteenth of a centimeter from her own, also she was fairly positive that Freddy Kruger was attacking her backside.

She screamed and pushed herself up, startling Pandora and causing her to back pedal so fast that she lost her balance and landed hard on her ass with a loud “Oomph!”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Candace screamed, then immediately grabbed her head as it tried to take leave of her neck.

“I thought you were dead.” Pandora said, as she got herself straightened up and brushed her robe off. “Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

Fluffy had jumped down when Candace screamed and he was currently playing with a wad of fabric he had found on the floor by the couch. Puffy had just stalked off. It seemed that he had had enough of hysterical females. Pandora pulled the tie on her robe tighter around her.

Candace sneered up at her. “Awwww… you were worried about me.” she said sarcastically.

“I was more worried about having to clean my couch.” Pandora sniffed. Bending forward she grabbed the mystery fabric from Fluffy and held it up between two fingers. Her face flamed as she recognized her ripped panties from the night before. She dropped them like they were on fire, but not before Candace spotted her holding them. So, that was why she had woken up bare assed this morning.

The brunette was leering at her from the couch. A sudden panic swept through Pandora as she realized there might be other things about the night before that she didn’t remember.

“Ummmm Candace?”

“Yes?” *smirk*

“D-did we..??? I… ummm.. I mean…. did we?” Pandora bit her lip nervously.

“Trust me Pandora…” Candace drawled as her smirk grew even broader. “If we had…. You wouldn’t need to ask. "

The leer on the brunettes face became decidedly more pronounced. "You’d know it.”

Tbc…