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Puppy Charming 101 [Isabelle x citizenanon]

The game started quickly. The players, all just a bit tipsy were having fun as they took turns spinning the bottle and exploring each other's lips. When his turn came, he licked his lips softly and reached for the bottle. He glanced up at Sophie who handed him a punch refill and smiled before he gave it a strong spin. It turned rapidly before slowing down and stopping at Lisa. The flapper in turn smiled and blushed slightly as she got up from her place on the floor and met him part way. James gave her a wink before leaning in and giving her a soft kiss on the lips. It was not a short peck, nor a make outsession, but a fun, lingering kiss. After a few seconds, he broke away from her and winked again before going back to his place.

The rounds continued until it was Patty's turn. James had been steadily drinking the punch that was given to him by Sophie and was slowly growing more and more free with his mouth and talking. He joked quite happily with Bryan as Patty spun the bottle. When it landed on him, he smiled broadly and met her part way. This time he reached up to stroke the girl's cheek before pulling her into a deep kiss. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue caressed her lips before the pair deepened the kiss. After a good fifteen seconds, Patty pulled away with a flush on her cheeks. James did not fight her and smiled as he made his way back to his seat.

Another couple turns passed and James had not kissed anyone, but he continued to drink. Patty turned again and smooched Bryan, but James was sure it was quite close to a makeout session and finished his punch in the time that it took them to finish their long kiss. Now, had Sophie been playing, it would have been her turn. James waited for the next person to go and frowned slightly as an arm he didn't immediately recognize reached for the bottle. It was Sophie! James chest tightened as his breath caught and he sat up straighter as he watched the bottle intently to see where it went.
 
The usual Sophie wouldn't be able to stay in the building if people were kissing, even if it were light pecks on the cheek. However, with all the alcohol she had unknowingly drank, the girl sitting in the circle was a inhibition-free Sophie. She watched as people leaned forward and met, but what had caught her the most off guard was James. She knew he had a girl, and she knew how devoted he was to her, and how she had to burry her own awkward, unidentified feelings toward him to prevent herself from over stepping the boundary between friend and more-than-friendly—but here he was, locking lips with other girls. He was her idol. Sophie looked up to him so much, and followed by his example. If it was okay to wink, kiss, caress, and make slurs about how attractive you found people to your friends, then why shouldn't she do the same? Sure Sophie had slipped away for the occasional bathroom break, and fetching drinks, but she had watched the most recent tongue-tying that James exhibited.

Having been egged on a little bit by Snow White beside her, Sophie got onto all fours and slowly crawled towards the bottle. Between her skin-tight dress, and red cape, it was easy to see how plump her breasts were, and how round her bottom was. Her fair white hand clutch the thick, hard bottle, and gave it a strong spin. She settled back a bit, watching it go around, and around, and around. Until it finally stopped.

It pointed at a guy, Marvin, three people down from James. Sophie's cheeks turned pink as she bashfully observed the male with her large doe eyes. She gulped a little, knowing that this would be her first EVER kiss. Maybe even---true love's kiss? She crept towards him, in a similar fashion the other girls did, but with her own naive twist.

Marvin, dressed as a mad scientist, began to close the gap between them, puckering his lips as he did.
 
James watched as Sophie spun the bottle. His heart beat in his ears as he watched it spin quickly in place before it began to slow. He watched it closely and sucked in a light breath as it began to slow near him. He let out a breath he did not know he had been holding as it moved past him to land on Marvin. James frowned as Sophie began to advance on Marvin.

No.

There was something wrong here.

James looked at Marvin who seemed surprised at first, but was soon into it. Time was running out. James turned to Brienne, a tall, blonde woman next to him dressed like a warrior. He leaned over and whispered in her ear and pointed to Marvin. Brienne, smirked and looked at James with an appreciative eye. She was a tall gal and played on the basketball team and knew James well enough to do him a small favor. She scooted forward quickly and cut Sophie off and kissed Marvin squarely on the lips. Her larger hands held his cheeks as they kissed.

James, not wanting to see Sophie's surprised or hurt look, scooted forward just behind Brienne and even had to be careful over Brienne's legs as he drew close to Sophie.

"Sophie." James called softly and reached out to touch her. He caressed her cheek softly in a loving manner and drew her towards him, "Sophie, my Sophie." He chanted softly as he drew closer to her. His heart beat fast in his chest in anticipation as they drew closer. Faster and faster it thudded until the world went quiet around him as his lips touched hers.
 
Sophie had closed her eyes at the half way point, her lips slightly pursed. She was not expecting to have a warm hand press to her cheek, but a small smile stretched onto her face. His touch was tender and caring. It fit so well as it cupped her sweet face. Her hand lay upon it demurely, as Sophie gave it a light nuzzle, before kissing his thumb. Even with all she had been drinking, the loud music that thumped in the background, and the murmur of people talking, Sophie could recognize James' voice. His special-occasions-only manly man spray enveloped her, and coaxed her to open her pretty eyes.

She looked to him with a special fondness that only Sophie could ever hold for James. Then she closed them, as if to say she would submit to his wish. There was something sinful about how lush her lips felt against his. At first it was gentle, and eased it's way into a tender embrace, but soon it sunk into a very amorous kiss. Their lips moved against each others, tracing over them lightly for a moment before they began to kiss again. Sophie moved forward, her own lips moving to clamp down on his bottom one, giving it a gentle suckle, as she slowly pulled herself up onto his lap. Her opposite hand moving to comb through his thick head of hair.

The observers weren't really sure how to react. Sure, a lot of people's kisses quickly became lewd as the game progressed, but there was something truly intimate about the way Sophie kissed James.

Bryan laughed a little, cracking a joke, "Whooo!!! Show us how it's done Sophie!"
 
Even as Bryan began to make his joke, more than one pair of hands closed down on his mouth to muffle his cheer as several people did not want to break the moment that was happening before them. Whether it went well or not, it was likely to be entertaining for the teenagers and the young women of the party could see something deeper than just a kiss happening.

James wrapped a strong arm around Sophie's waist as she climbed onto his lap. He drew her securely to him and helped her settle down on his lap. He kept her drawn against him with his arm as she kissed and suckled at his lip. She felt comfortable on his lap and fit perfectly against him. He could feel her soft curves pressed against his body and later when he thought about this, he would realize he had never felt anything like it with Erica or anyone else.

James was lost in the kiss. The moment their lips touched, the outside world disappeared. The thumping music was replaced by the sound of his heart. The touch of the cool air in the room was lost as Sophie settled on his lap and drug her fingers through his hair. James groaned softly into the kiss as she sucked on his lip before pulling back just a bit to break the connection before he leaned back into it. His lips brushed hers with a now uncontrolled passion as he brushed his tongue against her lips in an effort to gain entrance and deepen the kiss.
 
It had been so long since James held Sophie by the waist. Since the one incident in the pool, their physical contact had became less and less. Sure he would put her arm on his shoulder, or she would hold onto his shirt, maaaaybe lean against him, but she longed for the closeness she felt when he first let her cry on him. She had felt so safe and secure. He had his reasons for taking space away from him, and while the need to affectionate had always been there, Sophie never truly known how much she wanted it until she was given a full serving of James.

He could feel him, all of him, as she settled onto his lap. The arm that helped pulled her to him was enough to make her whimper in pleasure. Her legs slipped through the long fabric, leaving a red and white train behind her as she straddled his hips. Her legs exposed, showing her garters and bare thighs. Her young sex pressed to his through his rough blue jeans. A hand held her steady against him as it rested on his chest. However, the more comfortable she got on his lap, Sophie's hand nails dragged down his chest, before slipping under his shirt to lightly caress his obliques. Sophie wanted to explore his body.

Their kiss broke audibly with Sophie's sweet moan to his groan. Hell, she even murmured as they kissed. Effortlessly, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. Her own licked his, before their lips met once more. For a second she pulled away, huffing, "Mm-ahh~" Before she tilted her head to the side and kissed him again, again with tongue. Her hand continued to run through his hair, before pulling a handful of it amorously. Sophie now pressing her chest to his was a clear indication of her complete arousal.
 
James felt Sophie's small fingers tug at his hair as they kissed and could feel her fingernails lightly scratch on his waist as she touched and explored his well sculpted body. He shivered at her touch and wanted to feel it as she explored the rest of him. As she had shifted against him, James lowered his hand from her waist to her exposed leg. He moved his fingers lightly along her thigh and under the slight fabric of her skirt. He could feel the fabric of her panties underneath his fingertips and gave her bottom a firm squeeze. As he did, he gently pulled away from the kiss and just wanted to wrap his arms around his beautiful, amazing Sophie.

His Sophie.

Sophie.

He could feel his erection pressed hard against Sophie's sex as she straddled him. His breath was ragged. He held her bottom firmly in his hand.

This was wrong, but oh so very, very, very right.

"Soph..." James said softly and moved his hand away from her leg, away from her thigh and back to her waist. He would not let her run from this, would not let her move away as he knew she would want to. "Sophie..." James whispered again softly as reality began to come back to him. He did not want it to end, but he knew it had to. Knew that he was so very close to losing any control he had. Realizing that the moment was ending, the girls that held Bryan's mouth closed moved their hands away from the loud mouth.
 
And then she made a new face. A face that James had never EVER seen Sophie make. His large fingers sunk into her ample bottom as he gave it a little squeeze. But her sweet, sweet face expressed something so much more. She cooed sweetly through an innocent moan, her brows furrowing slightly, her eye lids lowering as she felt pleasure from her lower regions. Her lips moved through an 'Oh' face so fluidly. She bit her lip, looking to him innocently, although it was enough to sense that behind that cute look was a mass of carnal lust for the man in front of her.

Her expression softened as he began so speak. Her pouty lips pursed together as she hushed him, a delicate little finger pressed to his lips. Obidently, she leaned in, and began to kiss along his jaw. Anything to keep him lulled from the vicious reality of the real world. That being that they were at a party, in front of everyone, kissing, him with his massive harden, her with her revealing costume, and he had a girlfriend. Her little lips made their way to his neck, where she began to suckle softly at the skin.

She whispered something only to him,

"It's okay to be mine for a minute longer, James, just let me pretend,"
 
James moved his fingers to her back and lightly stroked along her spine as she kissed at his jaw line. He leaned his neck back just a bit to give her access to what she wanted. He lifted a hand and brushed her hair from her face so that he could look at her as she kissed him.

"I..." James whispered back as he felt her lips on his neck, "I don't want to stop." He admitted freely, the feelings that he had been holding back for the last months finally coming to the surface to be voiced in a low whisper that did not carry past where they had been sitting. James tilted his head back a bit as she sucked at his neck, but slowly grew more frustrated with it. The hand that had been stroking her back moved to her hair. He tangled his fingers in her thick curls and pulled her head back and away from his neck. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed them roughly before moving to her jawline. He kissed along her jaw down to her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin with his teeth before sucking at the tender flesh.
 
"Haaa~!" Gasped Sophie as he gripped a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. He should have been a vampire, honestly. She whimpered as he kissed and bit her skin. She was sooo sensitive! Sophie couldn't help but squirm. Her cheeks now a dark pink colour. "O-Oh James," sighed Sophie, her hand draping about him. She was his to do with what he will. How easily she followed his signals, and she was so passive to his advances. She moaned a bit, exposing her neck as he did.

Sophie wasn't scared of getting a hickie, or him hurting her flesh. Oh no. It felt so good. She rested her head down on his as he continued. She stroked along his back, her hand still keeping a firm grasp of his side. She spoke gently, "Then we don't have to." She turned her face and kisses his head.
 
"Man, from what I'm hearing you two won the game of spin the bottle." It was a familiar voice, one that did not show any disapproval or any sort of upset emotion as it spoke. It was Jarold. He was interrupting and breaking up their moment. Or perhaps he was just stopping them from moving too far. James growled slightly as he felt Jarold settle down beside him, but did not say anything. Instead, he slowly pulled away from Sophie, though he did nothing to move the girl off of his lap. Nor would he. "You two look a bit thirsty!" Jarold pressed two new cups into their hands. Inside, clear liquid looked back up at them. Water maybe? James lifted the cup to his lips.

"Yeah, thanks Jarold." James said and somehow managed to get it out without sounding too angry or upset. He moved his arm to Sophie's waist and left it there as a signal he did not want her to leave.

As they were relaxing a moment, James' phone dinged. He set his cup down and dug the phone out of his pocket. He frowned down at it. "Why would Kyle send me a message?" Unsure of what it was, James took the short breather they were taking to click the message and open it up.
 
Sophie's head lifted instantly at the sound of Jarold's voice. A great big smile spread across her face, "Jaaaaaaaaaarrroooollllld!!!!!" she exclaimed her arms out stretched. Sophie wiggled out of James' grip—err—well, made him follow her as she reached over to the man beside James. Her slender arms enveloped him. Her little face nuzzled closer to him, "Team Japhie is the best at winning!" She pulled away and looked to him with a happy smile, "Do I get a prize? I've won two games so far!!" As always, she pouted adorably. Sophie was drunk, and completely oblivious to what evil was stirring.

She felt James' grip, and released Jarold, before turning her attention back to James. Sophie began to kiss at his neck. "What cha lookin' at Jamesie?"
 
James found himself really liking the overly affectionate side of a drunk Sophie. Or perhaps he was just a fan of the feeling of her on his lap with her lips against his neck and body. He did realize just how well the two of them fit together.

"I'm not sure, Soph." James admitted as he clicked the message. It opened and turned to a video message quickly. James frowned as he looked down at the video. Jarold, who had returned Sophie's hug with the same enthusiasm that she had given it leaned forward as well.

The video started at some girl's feet and moved slowly up her body. Long, flawless legs, soft curved hips, slightly hidden, yet well trimmed sex, a flat stomach, medium sized breasts, well rounded and just falling to the side from the leaned angle of the laying woman. Finally, a face. Erica's face. She was smiling at the recorder.

"Get your ass over here and fuck me, Kyle." Erica's voice called out. That's when the video cut. The screen went to black and all that was left was the text that accompanied the video, "See what you threw away? So, so good. Never fucked a virgin before."
 
Oh yes! Sophie was super cuddly for her two best friends! She could just snuggle up with them in bed like a bunch of teddies. But that's because over the last few months they had built a lot of trust. Sophie craned her neck as she noticed both boys' attention turn to the LCD screen. Sophie's eyes grew wide, as she saw what seemed to be Erica's nude body. Her smile fell. James could feel Sophie stiffen as she saw the exposed sex—regardless of who it belonged to. She almost began to growl at the end of the film.

It had been really sobering. Immediately Sophie took James' cellphone, kissing his forehead. "Let's go."

She stood up, and stepped off of his lap, offering her hand.
 
James felt the pleasant buzz that he had been enjoying all night quickly disappear as the sobering video played before him. He felt Sophie and heard her words and did not fight her as she took his phone from his hand. The shock on his face was clear for anyone who cared to look to see. Jarold looked at the two of them.

"I'll drive. I'll meet you at his car, just give me a minute to tell Josie that I'm not running out on her." Jarold jumped to his feet and pushed his way through the crowd as James stood up with his fingers laced through Sophie's. He still had not said anything at all since the video played. They were moving through the crowd when he heard the last voice he wanted to hear at that moment.

"And where do you think you're going?" Erica screeched at the two of them from the doorway. The party around them ground to a halt as everyone turned around to look at the unfolding drama.
 
For months, Erica had endured her boyfriend's charity case. Watching Sophie shadow James from the time the school doors opened, all the way 'til the end of practice. If that wasn't enough, they would spend time together going over his calculus homework! He was so bad at it, he should have just dropped it and saved his grade point average. Erica's friends had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Too many sleep overs, text messages, and changing room sessions had been spent on Erica bitching out Sophie's puppy like behaviour. So the spot light was definitely on them.

James, the usually gallant man who represented a just figure head for all the student body was left with a daft expression on his face. Yes, he kissed another girl—but in total he had kissed 3. And it wasn't the first time in their relationship where either partner indulged in kissing other people during a game of spin-the-bottle. They had agreed that there were never any hard feelings, and usually made up for it later. But what Erica had done was a new low.

Without Jarold to do some control, Sophie took the stand. She kept a cool face, holding onto James' hand tightly as she made her way up to the door. When she came to Erica, Sophie paused, eyed her over, "Saving James from your sloppy seconds," And without missing a beat, Sophie punched Erica right in the nose like James and Jarold had taught her—in case she needed to protect herself again from bullies. With that, she walked away. Sophie didn't care if it was bleeding, or broken, or what have you, she just wanted to get him home.

Hell, she didn't even wait for Jarold. Once they crossed the threshold, her red cape billowed in the wind, and she walked on, with James at her side.
 
Later, James would laugh at the idea of Sophie punching Erica and breaking her nose. Later, his heart would not feel like it was ripped in half. Now, he simply watched the precedings as they happened and did not attempt to stop Sophie, nor did he revel in the attack as the other students did. The cool air of the outside of the house felt good against his skin and he let Sophie lead him to his car. He glanced at her then looked up at the house. At his car, he paused and fished his keys out. He set them on the hood and pulled Sophie close to him and lifted the hand she had punched Erica with up to where he could see it.

"Thank you, Sophie." He whispered even though there was no one else around to hear it. He glanced over her knuckles to make sure that there was no damage. It was red and there might be some bruising later, but she would be okay.

It was a couple minutes later that Jarold showed up outside with a couple bags of clothes and a smile on his face. He had walked past Erica who appeared to be nursing a broken nose and blood stained clothes.

"Way to go,Sophie." Jarold praised as he neared them. He spotted the keys and grabbed them before opening the car and tossing their bags in. "You guys get in. I'm going to drive you guys back to Jame's house. Josie is going to pick me up afters." Jarold smiled. He owed her a round two. "You guys should be okay there tonight. James folks are out of town." Jarold waited until they were in the car before cranking it up. James was upfront while Sophie was in the back. Jarold began the drive back.
 
Sophie had punched Erica in the face while holding onto James' cellphone, that is probably what broke her nose, but Sophie's practice most definitely helped. The crowd had oh'd and gasped at what had happened. Sophie wasn't looking for their acceptance, she just wanted to get Erica to fuck off. They stood outside of Jame's car, when he took her hand. She placed his phone on the car, before he innocently held it up for inspection. Sophie simply brushed off his hand, and reached out to cup his face.

She wanted to say something, she wanted to explain that what she had done was selfish, and that no person deserved to be physically assaulted, but she just couldn't. Sophie felt so angry. And she didn't want to be helpless, not for James who was so giving and kind to her. She stroked his cheek with his thumb, and blatantly said, "I'm here for you,"

Jarold ran up with there stuff. Everyone piled into the car, and off they went. They pulled up to the house, and out they got. Not even a minute later, Josie showed up and escorted Jarold away. Whatever they were doing, Sophie wanted no part of it. Again, she lead the way, unlocking the door, turning on the lights, taking off her shoes and uniting James'. Usually when she would go to someone's house, she would marvel at it, but Sophie was in no mood for it. She closed and locked the door, before looking to him,
"How about a nice hot shower before bed?"
 
James followed her inside the empty house. As usual, the house was empty except for himself and now Sophie. At least everything was clean. Too clean. Everything was perfectly straight. Nothing was out of place. Each picture was carefully hung to be squared and in line with everything else. He picked his shoes up and carried them with him through the house.

"A shower sounds perfect." James agreed and led her through the empty, yet oddly perfect house towards his room. It was on the second floor. His room was clean, not quite as perfectly so as the rest of the house, but certainly more than any teenager had a right to be. He had a queen sized bed, a dresser, desk, and computer. Everything had its place, but it was obviously lived in. He set his shoes down in their normal place. "You can set your shoes down there, Sophie. Welcome to my... uh, room." James waved his hand around, "Not much to it I'm afraid."
 
Sophie looked about, so this was James' room, huh? She took a deep breath, relishing the strong sent of James which always lingered on her for too short of a time when they part. She smiled to him, "It's nice." She placed her shoes on the shoe rack, before standing in front of his closet. She tugged at the bow which kept her cape on, and it fell to the ground almost immediately afterwards. She picked i up, and hung it on a cloths hanger. Sophie smiled to him, "Go on, take your shower. I'll get everything ready, okay?"
 
James was not sure exactly what she meant by getting things ready, but he trusted Sophie more than anyone else at the moment. It was not lost on him that Jarold was off with that girl now instead of checking on him or doing anything useful. "Alright." James agreed quietly and gathered some comfortable clothes to sleep in. Just boxers and long pajama pants. He gathered the clothing and walked down the hall to the shower. He left the door cracked in case Sophie needed anything and turned the water on as hot as he could handle before stripping down and getting underneath the hot stream of water. He let the stream of hot liquid wash over him as if it were washing away the trouble of the night.
 
In situations like this, or at least in pornographies, it is a safe assumption that when you are alone with a boy or a girl and you go to shower, that person might come join you. Especially if you made out in front of everyone. But, as the hot water beat down on him, the reality of time faded away. And he was left alone with his thoughts. Meanwhile, Sophie kept herself busy.

Once the water started to run cold, or when James had finished in the shower, and returned to his room, he was greeted by strings of christmas lights around his room. There were candles burning, with soft Beatles songs playing in the background. His computer was booted up, and on netflix so they could watch a movie of his choice. And on his bed? Two mugs of hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows, and a big bowl of popcorn. Oh, right, besides that, Sophie sat on the edge, wearing his 'property of' MVP t-shirt. Her legs, now not covered by stockings or submerged in water, were smooth, and long, and soft looking. The question of wether or not she had underwear on had yet to be discovered. In any case, her long hair had been pulled to one side, and her face was makeup less. She gave him a charming smile,
"Hey you,"
 
James was paused in the doorway to his bedroom. He was dressed in nothing but his pajama bottoms and boxers. His chest and arms were still damp with steam from the shower as his eyes darted around the room as he tried to figure out where the lights and candles had come from. The shadows of his muscled torso danced in the flickering light as his eyes finally rested on Sophie. They had certainly not been here in his room, but he had to admit he did like the mood lighting aspect of it. He decided not to ask.

He stared briefly at Sophie and his eyes drank her in. He had seen her in less of course while swimming, but there was something... right about seeing her in his shirt. Something just fit about it. He swallowed and forced a smile as he looked her over once more.

"Hi." He smiled genuinely and entered the room, "You were busy, Sophie." James applauded briefly. "It looks wonderful. Thank you again." He paused as he sat down next to her and reached up to lightly touch her cheek as he glanced over her once more, "You look good." He complimented. "Now, what's your plan for the rest of the night? I'm at your tender mercies."
 
And the illusion of that strong, confident, sexy woman in front of him quickly broke. Sophie's face turned bright right at the sight of his half naked form as he stroke her cheek. She cleared her throat, "I was thinking we could watch a disney movie, have a snack, then sleep? But really, whatever you wanna watch is fine with me" She gave him a sheepish smile. Her hands came up to play with her hair. She looked down towards her feet, admitting softly, "Or whatever you wanna do..."
 
James would normally laugh and make a joke about the last sentence that she whispered, but given her earlier admission that she wanted him to be hers and his own feelings for her, he thought that she might be serious. Within reason. He looked at her as she looked down at her feet, embarassed by her words or the feelings that she had with it, he did not know.

It was a small smile on his lips that greeted her when James moved his fingers from her cheek to her chin and lifted it so that he could look her in the eyes. He gave her a crooked smile before leaning in slowly and pressing his lips against hers with a tender kiss. Unlike before, he did not feel the need to rush or push or take things to an extreme. He just felt a swell of emotion and acceptance and real affection. Her lips were marvelously soft and he could smell the soft scent of peaches radiating off of her. Must have been some sort of lotion. Slowly James pulled back from the kiss and blinked a couple times before smiling. He searched her eyes for a moment as if looking for something before he spoke. "That sounds perfect, Sophie. You pick the movie, put your favorite one on. I'll be waiting right here for you."
 
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