{"id":8571,"date":"2020-04-21T10:09:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-21T09:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/?p=8571"},"modified":"2020-04-21T10:09:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-21T09:09:00","slug":"average-joe-reboot-life-is-good-s01e06","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/average-joe-reboot-life-is-good-s01e06\/","title":{"rendered":"Average Joe [Reboot]: Life is Good (S01E06)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I tried to keep myself busy most of the day. I went and had breakfast at a restaurant. There was a group of teenagers there, presumably on vacation like everyone else. I looked at the girls and reflexively compared them all to Bisi. None of them held a candle to her raw sex appeal. <\/span>I wonder if any of them let boys spank them\u2026<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>Great. I needed to stop that, or else be prepared to sport a perpetual hard-on for the rest of the day. I barely got it down on the drive away from home, and now there I was thinking about <\/span>her<\/span><\/i> again. I picked up a newspaper and read the business section; that was harmless and boring. Thoughts of Bisi were <\/span>mostly <\/span><\/i>pushed out of my head.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Eventually, I left and decided to catch a movie. <\/span>Anything is better than going home.<\/span><\/i> I really had no idea what to do. Was she going to try and hit on me every moment we were alone? <\/span>Was<\/span><\/i> she hitting on me anyway? Maybe it was all just a twisted game\u2026 If I actually gave in, would she just laugh in my face? Would she tell her sister? <\/span>The only reason you care is that you’re thinking about doing it\u2026<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>I was distracted throughout the whole movie. I specifically chose a mindless action film so I could lose myself in explosions and violence, but it didn’t pan out. My mind raced the whole time, trying to think it through. <\/span>Okay, if anything, it’s just a crush. She’s something new, and she showed you some attention\u2026 You’re just blowing it all out of proportion.<\/span><\/i> Yeah, that was all. <\/span>
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\n<\/span>I found various things to busy myself with for the rest of the afternoon. But let’s be honest. All I was doing was changing the scenery around me as I fantasized about Bisi’s body. Her smooth legs, her flat tummy, her bouncy ass, her firm breasts\u2026 You get the idea. I replayed all the things she said. <\/span>It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t say such fucked up things to me\u2026<\/span><\/i> I mean, come on! Talking like such a slut? Asking to be spanked? It was all so <\/span>naughty.<\/span><\/i> And on top of it all: being Eniola’s little sister\u2026 <\/span>Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it!<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>Eventually, I ran out of things to do and started on my way back home. It was late in the afternoon and I knew Eniola would be back fairly soon anyway. Knowing that made me feel better; I wouldn’t be alone with Bisi for too long. I was determined to minimize any opportunity she had to tempt me\u2026 or toy with me\u2026 or whatever it is she did. It was only gonna be a week. Not even a <\/span>full<\/span><\/i> week. Surely it couldn’t be <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> difficult to hold out. She’ll probably get bored anyway. <\/span>If<\/span><\/i> she even really cared. <\/span>Did I want her to\u2026?<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>When I got back, the first thing I noticed was the absence of my girlfriend’s car. <\/span>Damn.<\/span><\/i> I went up the steps and let myself in with considerable anticipation. I wasn’t even sure if Bisi was going to be around. I tried not to admit that part of me <\/span>wanted<\/span><\/i> her to be waiting there for me\u2026<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Once in, I noticed her right away. She was balled up on the couch with some book raised to her face. Because the back of the couch facing the entryway, I couldn’t see what she was wearing. <\/span>Huh, she’s just reading\u2026 It almost seems disappointing… <\/span><\/i>She popped her head around and looked at me. With a forced smile, she said a quiet, “Hey.”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Hey,” I replied civilly.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Have a good day?” she offered.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Uh, sure I guess. You?”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“I dunno. Just been, like, sitting around.”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Doesn’t sound so bad,” I replied. I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen to grab a drink. Digging through the fridge, I heard her get up and walked into the room. With a coke in hand, I swung the door closed and turned to her. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she wore a reasonably modest top. However, she was wearing a short, loose, white skirt that didn’t even go halfway to her knees.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>The contrast of it against her skin just made her legs look even better than before. I sneakily glanced down and saw she was barefoot. The effect made her look both young and innocent as well as knowingly slutty. <\/span>Not even five minutes here and you’re already drooling.<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“Mind if I get something?” she asked shyly.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I took a step back and offered the fridge to her. “Go ahead.”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>She politely stepped around me and opened the fridge. I’ll admit it; I was surprised she didn’t rub her body against mine to try and get a rouse out of me. As she grabbed a drink, she sighed, “Look, about earlier\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Oh boy, here she goes!<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“I just um\u2026 I guess I wanted to say, I’m sorry.” She turned around and leaned abjectly against the refrigerator, facing me.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Huh!?<\/span><\/i> I think my face was an open book to my thoughts.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Honestly,” she continued, “I\u2026 I don’t know; I got carried away. Do you know? At first, I thought it was just harmless flirting\u2026 but, oh, it doesn’t matter. I know I went too far\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I was completely stunned. She actually seemed remorseful. “Well, yeah. I guess we both did,” I tried to be yielding.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“No no,” she dropped her eyes down, “I shouldn’t have made you\u2026” she trailed off. My mouth went dry at the memory of her handjob. “Uh- well\u2026 I’m just, I’m sorry.”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Um\u2026 Well, me too. Okay? Let’s just put it behind us and, uh- be bygones.” <\/span>Maybe this wouldn’t be such a disaster after all\u2026<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“So then, you’ll\u2026 forgive me?” She brought her eyes back up to mine and looked at me cutely. She was delicately biting the corner of her lip. She <\/span>seemed<\/span><\/i> sorry, but part of me thought it was too good to be true. <\/span>She almost seems *too* sorry\u2026<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“Uh- don’t worry about it. Let’s just forget it, okay?” I wanted to drop it.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“N-no\u2026 I want you to- to know that I <\/span>am<\/span><\/i> sorry\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Yeah, it’s- it’s fine. Really.”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>She broke into a timid smile and took an unsettled step forward. I realized I was backed against a counter and suddenly felt very nervous again. She reached out her hand and held it in front of me.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Shake on it?” she asked.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I let out a small laugh. “Okay, sure.” I reached out and took her hand. She gave it one hard shake but didn’t let go right away.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“I’m glad we could, like, work this out\u2026” She took another step closer to me. My heartbeat started to speed up. <\/span>
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\n<\/span>Without letting go of me, she gently guided my hand down to her leg. She pressed it against her skin and forced my palm to rest on her thigh. I should have just snapped my hand away\u2026 But I didn’t. Maybe it was because I was stunned; lulled into lowering my guard. <\/span>Maybe it was because you’ve been wanting to touch that smooth skin ever since you saw it.<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“You know\u2026 This morning I- I wasn’t joking\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Oh shit.<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“If you want to- um- spank me\u2026? Just to make sure we’re- we’re even?” She gingerly guided my hand up her leg. I passively just let her do it. Somehow my mind was racing and blank at the same time.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“Uh\u2026 B-Bisi\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>“I mean\u2026 If you think you might need- need to\u2026 <\/span>punish<\/span><\/i> me\u2026 I, um\u2026<\/span>understand<\/span><\/i>\u2026” she persisted in an apologetic voice. My hand was pushed up even further, under her skirt now. <\/span>Oh god\u2026 is she even wearing\u2026?<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>My breath got shallow. I don’t know what came over me; it was like I was hypnotized. Next thing I knew, my hand was cupping her bare ass. I was tenderly grabbing her, squeezing even. Then I realized <\/span>her<\/span><\/i> hand wasn’t even on mine anymore. She nervously fingered the hem of her skirt as I groped her. With a concealed smile, she slowly turned her body to the side, taking a small step back away from me.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>My fingers traced along her skin and back around to her thigh as she moved. She continued until she was completely turned away from me. With one hand, she stretched out and leaned it against the refrigerator door. She bent over as she did it. With her other hand, she pulled the back of her skirt up her body and held it there.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I gasped as I stared at her naked ass. She pushed it out to me, <\/span>offering<\/span><\/i> it to me. I blinked my eyes hard, taking in the fact that she really <\/span>wasn’t<\/span><\/i> wearing anything. It looked so perfect, so <\/span>tempting.<\/span><\/i> I dimly realized, <\/span>if she wasn’t pressing her legs together, I could even see her\u2026<\/span><\/i>
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\n<\/span>“Please\u2026” she cut my thoughts off with a desperate whimper, “I know I- that I <\/span>deserve<\/span><\/i> it\u2026”<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Realizing my mouth was hanging open, I snapped it shut and recoiled my hand off of her body. “W-what the <\/span>fu\u2026”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n