Just the Tip: An Exercise in Corruption

What do you get when you mix a girl trying to beat her Taylor Lautner addiction, several enablers, Skype chat and improv fan fic? NSFW, that's what.

EG: Are you seriously still not saying his name?
WL: Nope.
SP: Whose name?

His name.

WL: Hahahahahha, Spizzle
SP: Don't make me do it, WL, the mental images will be so much more embarrassing in front of all these people.
WL: Shit shit shit.
SP: The bitten fingernails. The jorts down AROUND the nikes. The thighs. The THIGHS.
EG: Jorts down?

All the way down.

CHIM: FUCK, SP, ru trying to KILL me?!
EG: I need it.
SP: No, i'm trying to break WL. Imma do it.
WL: She's been doing this to me since yesterday
ANGEL: Rob is hawt.
EG: You're gonna break me while you're at it.
SP: Let me think of my favorite, Chim ... How's this?
CHIM: Hit me.
WL: Crap...
SP: Back of the '86 Rabbit. Clutching the oh-shit handle. Skin slick with rain and sweat.
CHIM: Giggity...
EG: Steaming up the windows?
WL: Stop stop stop stop stop
CHIM: Don't stop don't stop
WL: FML
CHIM: Harder!
WL: FML
EG: You like it.
SP: Jerking awake as he lands inside your bedroom through the window. Tracing the contours of his abs with a shaky finger. Exhaling in unison as he grips your elbows to pull you closer. He pushes you back onto the bed.

CHIM: "Hey" face:


WL: Fuck, I love his hey face ...

ANGEL:


EG: And then you probably pull his hair.
SP: He grabs the hair at the nape of his neck. He almost can't control it. And you don't want to get him upset.

Fursplosion in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

EG: That would be dangerous.
ANGEL:


SP: You whimper as he gives in. He crawls toward you on the bed, his eyes are almost apologetic.
CHIM: *bites lip*
SP: His hands slide up your calf.
WL: Shit, are u guys writing a FF for Chim?
SP: He buries his face in your shirt and pulls it up with his teeth.
CHIM: fap fap fap fap fap


SP: You feel his teeth across your ribs. His hot ... wet ... tongue ...
EG: Unf.
SP: ... lapping at the lush curve of your breast.
WL: And he says, "Chim, I want u."
EW: Angel hates us.
SP: His hands have moved to your thighs, and you don't even know how they got there, but they feel so gooooood. You don't want him to ever stop. But he won't. He can't.
EG: Not ever!

CHIM: FAP FAP FAP FAP ...

... FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP

ANGEL: *closes eyes* *hums*
SP: He rips your shirt, and the sound of the buttons hitting the floor is like rain on a tin roof, barely audible over his ragged breath.
EG: Nice turn of phrase.
SP: He gathers you to his chest, sliding those work-roughened hands to the small of your back ...
CHIM: Can we get the phrase "just the tip" in here somewhere?
EG: If not, I will be disappointed.
SP: ... Rubbing sensual circles with his thumbs ...
WL: And Chim whispered, "Just the tip, loca."
ANGEL: Spizzle needs to lay off the fanfic.
SP: ... Before ghosting his fingers up to your bra.
EG: A+, SP. RU Steph Meyer for real? Cuz you just said "ghosting."
CHIM: Aaaand I just spit my drink. Thx, EG.
EG: Welcome.
WL: Oh Spizzle ... It doesn't work if the FF is about Chim.
SP: You press your aching breasts into his heaving pecks as he releases the clasp of your bra ...
CHIM: Aching! Heaving!
WL: Bossoms!
CHIM: Mounds! Fanfic vocab 101.
SP: ... and drags it down your shoulders, his bitten nails scratching at the tender flesh of your wrists.
CHIM: Bitten nails!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, Tay Tay, we noticed.

WL: Bitten nails FTW!!!
EG: He throws your bra back over his shoulder, and it lands on the headboard of your bed - right next to the dreamcatcher he got you at Redskins 'R' Us.
CHIM: SHIT. I just cackled. DH is curious. Shit.
SP: With the last ounce of tenderness he possesses, he lays you back on your purple bedsheets.
WL: Don't forget to add "russet" somewhere. Are u russet, Chim? 'Cause if ur not, the skin contrasting is a nice touch.
CHIM: No, I'm alabaster (alabaster = fanfic vocab for "pale").
SP: You answer the question in his eyes with a hesitant nod.

"?"

WL: "Oh, Spizzle ... Don't stop," he moaned.
SP: Pressing greedy kisses into your neck, he explores the landscape of your body in ways Magellan never even thought of.
WL: Magellan ... awesomesauce ...
CHIM: Fap?
WL: I have a feeling Spizzle's gonna make me say his name OUT LOUD by the end of it ...
SP: Wanton, driven wild with an unnameable need and a steadily coiling desire for ... something ... anything ... more ... you scissor your fingers through his hair and grind into the pressure of his steely hips.

No "steely hips" here.
Just wanted to stare at this pic again.
Fap fap fap

WL: Wow! *fans herself*
CHIM: FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP
EG: Have the jorts hit the floor yet? I got interrupted.
CHIM: The jorts were gone LONG ago.
WL: Nope, not yet ...
CHIM: Oh, wait ...
WL: What, really?
CHIM: OK, they were gone in my mind.
WL: 'Cause u took them off, u dirty girl.
SP: His tongue licks flames of desire across your collarbone, whispering unintelligile [read: Quileute] words of promise into your ear as he nips at a lobe.
CHIM: Oh God. Must. Stop. Laughing. I do NOT want to explain this to my DH.
WL: I must admit the images are fuckhawt.
SP: "WL," he moans.
WL: What?????

You heard him.

SP: At the sound of your name leaving his feverish lips, you are emboldened, giving in the primal urgings of your body.
CHIM: WL, he's fucking YOU.
ANGEL: I'm fucking Matt Damon.
SP: You rake your fingers down his back, and he hisses, thrusting you down onto the mattress with such force you gasp.
CHIM: *GASP*
SP: Hooking your fingers into the loops of his jorts, you tug at them impatiently.
WL: They're coming off baby!!! Woot!
SP: He lifts his head, and the fog of lust clears from his eyes just long enough for him to stand up and slowly ... ever so slowly ... wrap his thick ... fingers ...
CHIM: ... FAP ...
SP: ... around the button fly ...
CHIM: ... FAP ...
SP: The whisper of a zipper in the near-darkness sends your blood racing, boiling just under your skin until the flush almost matches the tones of your lover's flesh. Hipbones give way to a lush oasis of dark, silken hair as the jorts reveal everything you've dreamed about for months.
CHIM: FURPEEN!
ANGEL: It's waxed.
WL: Ew.
CHIM: No, he just cant grow any yet.

SP: Stepping out of them and sliding back onto the bed, he reaches out once again for you, curling the fingers of one hand into your lustrous ebony mane ...
ANGEL: I just choked on the Dr. Pepper.
CHIM: I'm trying so hard to keep a straight face. DH keeps coming in and out of the house.
EG: This is so wrong.
SP: ... and sliding the other hand along the inside of your thigh, using gentle pressure to draw your legs apart
WL: I would feel disturbed ... but I'm not. And that's disturbing.
CHIM: FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP
ANGEL: I feel like I have walked in on something private ...
WL: Imma gonna pretend its Chim ...
CHIM: Imma pretend it's Chim, too ... FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP
SP: His hand leaves your hair to tangle in the pajama pants still denying him the glorious sight of your innocent, sensual body.
SPARKLE: Ugh. I swear to God.
WL: I think this may be the first Chim/Laut FF.
SPARKLE: Dear lord, what is going on?
ANGEL: Hey, Sparkle.
WL: All this 'cause i wont say his name?

Say it. For me?

SPARKLE: I leave to take a phone call, and I come back to pornography.
ANGEL: SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SPARKLE: It's like Twilight Red Shoe Diaries up in here.
EG: I just missed everything! Stupid husband.
CHIM: Can we wrap this up? I'm already finished over here...
SPARKLE: Will this be showing on Skinamax later?
ANGLE: Obviously. Taycob in a pizza delivery costume ...
SP: You bite your lip - hard - as he groans and less-than-gently pulls the pants down and off your legs, leaving you exposed ...
SPARKLE: What in the hell?!
ANGEL: Bleeding lip.
SP: His eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. His hands fist into the sheets.
ANGEL: Is there a cupcake tattoo?
WL: There's a unicorn one...
ANGEL: I love a good unicorn.
SPARKLE: I feel like my eyes are being raped over here.
CHIM: DH is RIGHT HERE.
ANGEL: HI, DH!!!
SPARKLE: Hey, Mr. Chim!
CHIM: I know i'm 'bout to bust out laughing ...
SP: Closing his eyes, shutting off the inky pools of desire, he struggles for control as he places his hands upon your body once again ...
WL: It's all about that guy and Chim.

No, it isn't.

EG: Dude my hub just came down and demanded that i explain what's so funny. Awwwwkward.
ANGEL: Tell him there are unicorns going off across the universe.
SP: "WL," he whispers reverently.
WL: Shit.

CHIM:

... Imma illustrate this as we go.

SP: "Yes, Taycob?"
SPARKLE: My husband came up here while I was on the phone and asked, "Who the hell is SPARKLE, and why is it on Skype?"
SP: "I want you ... so bad."
WL: Shit.
CHIM: Did he enunciate it?!
WL: Hale yes. This is getting too real now ...
SPARKLE: lol, this is ridiculous.
CHIM: FAP FAP FAP FAP
ANGEL: Chim has stamina.
EG: Don't hurt yourself, Chim.
SPARKLE: I'm going to write the maker of the Vamp sex toy and demand that they make a furpeen for you guys.

Our reaction will be similar.

CHIM: DH IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME
ANGEL: Tell him to go away.
CHIM: I can't!
WL: Hey, DH.
SP: "Please?" His eyes have opened again and are trained on your face, desire and need etching lines of naked want into his expression.
WL: I didn't ask for this ...

*Sigh* We know.

SP: "A ... an ... anything?" you stutter, losing all sense of time and place as you give yourself over to him.
WL: It's all about Chim and that guy she likes ... Wait, I stutter?
SPARKLE: Yes.
WL: Awesomepeen.
SPARKLE: And you blink.
ANGEL: Is this WL or Bella?
SPARKLE: And she's got mad facial tick issues.
WL: That'll turn him on.
SPARKLE: Yes, the blinking and the constant state of nausea that you appear to be in really does it for him.
SP: He positions himself between your legs.
EG: I smell a "just the tip" coming.
SPARKLE: OMG, EG. I don't ever want to hear "I smell just the tip...." anything again.
ANGEL: O M G
SP: The heat inside your body is like a bed of coals over an empty campfire, waiting for some meat.
EG: !!!!
WL: Meat patties?
ANGEL: Ew. SP! Little baggie better be used.
SP: His shoulders contract as he holds himself above you.
WL: I love the shoulders ...
EG: Neck muscles bunching ...
WL: Imma be commenting on the mundane to stop playing this in my head ... "That spot on the wall looks nice," she thought.
SP: Lowering himself to you, he shifts so that he fits between your legs, and it feels like you were made for each other.
SPARKLE: Well, this is all just furtacular.
WL: Aaaawwww ....
SPARKLE: Holy crap, I read this "Lowering himself to you, he shifts so that he FISTS between your legs..."

ANGEL: I just choked on a wheat thin.
SPARKLE: You had me at "fists."
EG: And now we've graduated to fisting.
SP: "Look into my eyes." He shudders, and you clutch at his hair as he closes the distance ... *fade to black*

SPARKLE: Well, yeah. Fade to black after fisting is always a good choice.
ANGEL: FML
SPARKLE: Someone give that girl an Oscar for best screenplay.
WL: Awesoesauce!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANGEL: Calm down, WL.
WL: I am calm ...
SPARKLE: Seriously S-Pizzle, I am so proud of my fake lesbian life partner right now. WL, are you still on a ban?
WL: Yup. I thought she'd make me scream his name at the end ...
SP: ...*But even in the dark, you can feel as it starts with JUST. THE. TIP.*
EG: Tah-dah!

SP: Wow. I think i need a shower. Long. Cold. Bleach. SOS pad.
WL: Yeah ... give me a minute ...
EG: Bleach shower FTW
SPARKLE: This fanfic entitled "Just the Tip" has been brought to you by a chugged 6-pack and a very dirty mind.
SP: I have debased myself to you people. I hope you're happy.
EG: I am!
WL: I feel very used right now ...
CHIM: I need a smoke.
SP: Oh, honey, if you want to be used I can continue.
WL: No, that's OK ...
SP: Aaaand i'm pretty sure Angel hates me now.
ANGEL: Yes. Sad.

SPARKLE: You know, I had wondered the past few nights what I was missing on here. I was wondering what you all talked about, if you were becoming life-long besties, if you all knew each others' secrets. And now I know I don't need to worry. This chatroom was made for porn purposes only.
WL: U know what? Spizzle ...
SP: Yes, WL?
WL: Just for that ... TAYLOR.
SP: Oh, no.
ANGEL: !!!!!!!!!!!!!
SP: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

~ The End ~