Nobara Locker Scene Novels & Stories

But then, it didn't seem like he was joking earlier when he asked if I was serious. "I-- it's not. Ethan wasn't-- Look, we don't--" Bear stammers, words tumbling out as his face flushes the deepest red I've ever seen. "I thought--uhh--we couldn't... even if we were serious. We don't have any lube." Nora leans back on the table, one hand splayed for support, the other diving into a drawer in the cabinet beside her. After a moment she plonks a small bottle down on the table with a triumphant thud. I lean forward and pick it up.

I paced my room thinking of the best way to start this, we were not best of friends and doing this again will definitely throw him over the edge. Minutes later, say ten to fifteen, I could swear that I heard someone groan. "That's my girl." I paused, shook my head as if to shake away crazy thoughts, but I heard it again, loud and clear...."Oh fuck! My good girl." I rushed out, carefully though, I didn't want to make any sound Silently and creaked open the door, and guess what? Nora was on her knees with a cock as big and long as a burrito right in her mouth.

Luca brushed off her concerns. “Actually, I don’t see mom and dad either. Mom wouldn’t have missed this for anything…” She looked at Jared with a concerned look on her face. “Nora, don’t worry about them.” Luca gave Nora a look. I didn’t know what she knew, not that I knew anything. However, she didn’t push it and just frowned. Heading inside with Jared, we were the only ones left. Each pose she put us in was more awkward than the last. The worst was when she had him dip me and told me to let my head fall back. She didn’t tell him to kiss my throat, but he did, and I heard the camera snapping.

“That’s why I’m asking.” “He didn’t do anything wrong,” Robbin said. “It was mutual.” Nora raised her hands slightly. “I didn’t say it wasn’t.” But the concern didn’t leave her eyes. Robbin turned around and went up to her room, leaving Nora alone in the kitchen, “there’s no point hiding it from her again.” She said to herself. When she returned to the kitchen in a more comfortable outfit, Nora burst into laughter. “that’s a lot of hickeys.” she finally said.

I release time. Sound slams back into place. The hum roars. The cashier gasps. The robber’s breath tears loose. The world rushes forward unaware it was held. The gun remains trained forward. Nora steps into the aisle. She does not rush. She does not plead. She walks as if she belongs there. “Hey,” she says gently. The robber’s grip tightens when she speaks. “Don’t come closer.” “I won’t,” she replies, stopping where she stands. Her hands remain visible. Empty.

Peeking through the door, she notices that it is Karen who is naked on her bed and she is with a security guard, both of them are performing inappropriate acts. Nora gasps as she covers her mouth with her hand, realizing that Karen is having sex with a security guard and she is begging for more, moaning in pleasure. With her body that has constantly been bounced, the security guard groans in pleasure as he pounces her from the back. Nora’s eyes not only widen with astonishment but she is bewildered. Before anyone sees her, she turns to walk away, and arriving at the living hall, she tries to adjust her breathing.

Pews scraped as guests scrambled, half bolting for the side doors, the rest frozen, filming the nightmare unfold. “You may kiss the bride,” Lorenzo drawled, gun leveled lazily at Derrick’s chest. “Or step aside… before I paint this altar red.” Nora’s knees buckled, the world tilting into vertigo. Derrick’s hand clamped her arm, his grip iron laced with terror. Lorenzo’s smile widened, dark and possessive, like he’d already won. “Choose between him or me,” he said, pointing the gun at Lia and over at Derrick, “or you make the little girl and him pay for your silly mistake.”

The backyard is pretty much nonexistent at this point, people have taken it over with dance circles and a bunch of phones out as they record every stupid shit. I've been here for almost 2 hours now and yet still no- my train of thought is cut short when I feel someone's drink drip down my chest. "Oh my god Baz I'm so sorry" Nora uses a napkin to wipe my chest, "at least it's just milk" she smiles

I said. Leo tilted his head, "Can I have it back?" He sounded more confused than disappointed."I was looking at it." I answered without taking my eyes off Draxler. "No." Leo looked at the cufflink in my closed fist. Then at Draxler. Then at me again, wearing the tiny puzzled expression that meant he was trying to make sense of the room, trying to figure out why everyone had suddenly gone quiet. Nora appeared in the doorway behind Draxler — She must've just returned. One look was enough, taken one look all of us. Her hand stayed on the doorknob, in the specific way she went still deciding whether stepping in would help or make things worse.

“KYAAAHH!” Face buried against him, she inhaled the faint scent of imported cologne, shampoo, and a hint of testosterone. “W-what…” Dark simply looked down at her—smirking proudly. And right then—BOOM—the guards, household staff, Lyka, and Mrs. Vellama appeared at the doorway, all witnessing the extremely compromising scene. Lyka gasped dramatically, phone raised, ready to livestream—until Mrs. Vellama stopped her. Mortified, Roxane pushed herself off Dark, face red as a roasted pig.