The House She Gooned
Chapter 11
Claire, Nadia, and something else.
The warmth of Claire's body pressed against Nadia's as they navigated the plush carpet, both dripping with shared steam and desire. They didn't bother with towels, their skin tingling pleasantly from the cool air brushing across dampness. The walk to the living room was a series of intertwined limbs and lingering touches, each brush sending another jolt of heat through Nadia’s core.
Claire stumbled slightly, laughter bubbling up in her chest as she caught Nadia's arm, “Whoa there, clumsy goddess.” She grinned down at Nadia, eyes dark with lust, before pressing a quick kiss to the curve of her jaw. Nadia felt a blush creep across her cheeks. The screens flickered with a kaleidoscope of images – naked bodies writhing, tangled limbs, and whispered moans in a chorus of pleasure.
They settled onto the couch, sprawling amidst cushions that seemed to absorb them both in their luxurious embrace. Nadia’s head fell back against Claire's chest, her fingers finding purchase in the damp curls clinging to Claire's back. She felt Claire's hand settle on her hip, kneading into the muscles with a rhythm that mirrored the pulse pounding in Nadia’s own ears.
“This is perfect,” Nadia murmured into Claire's skin, inhaling the scent of shampoo and something uniquely Claire – musky warmth tinged with vanilla and something else she couldn't quite place, but it felt intoxicatingly hers.
Claire hummed in agreement, her lips ghosting across Nadia’s temple before they found their way back to her own mouth. The kiss was hungry this time, a deep exploration of each other's tastes, tongues swirling and meeting with a possessive urgency that mirrored the images flickering across the screens behind them. Nadia tangled her fingers in Claire’s damp hair, pulling her closer until there was barely room for air between them.
Then came the touch. A slow, deliberate exploration of nakedness against nakedness. Claire's hand trailed down Nadia’s spine, drawing a shiver through her as fingertips skimmed over the dip just below her shoulder blades. The sensation was electric, setting Nadia’s skin alight.
“God,” Claire whispered, breath warm on Nadia’s neck as she pulled back slightly to meet Nadia's gaze. Those dark eyes held hers with an intensity that made Nadia's knees go weak. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.”
Nadia smiled, the curve of her lips mirroring the soft pout Claire was already wearing, “Me neither.” The words were barely audible, lost in the heat building between them.
Their fingers intertwined, tangling as they moved together on the couch, bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. It started slow, a languid exploration of each other’s curves and hollows, a whispered conversation in the language of touch. A hand explored the dip just below Nadia’s ribs, eliciting a sigh that seemed to vibrate through Claire’s chest as she pressed closer, burying her fingers in Nadia’s damp hair.
Then came the sliding friction of thigh against thigh, the soft groan that escaped Claire's lips when Nadia shifted to meet them, legs intertwining, pushing their bodies flush together. The air thickened with shared breath and the scent of skin mingling under the insistent glow of the monitors behind them. They touched their pussies together and began to hump without a care in the world.
“Addicts,” Claire breathed out against Nadia’s shoulder, her voice husky with a laugh that had more than a hint of desperation to it. “We’re such fucking addicts.”
Nadia chuckled in response, pulling back slightly to kiss her lips again, lingering there for a moment before tracing the line of Claire's jaw with her tongue. “Can't help ourselves, can we?” she murmured against Claire’s skin. “Not like this.”
Their bodies moved as one, following the rhythm of the screen behind them – two figures on separate screens intertwining in ways that mirrored their own. Nadia felt Claire’s heat radiating against her, tasted the sweet tang of arousal in a kiss stolen between strokes.
The air shimmered with shared energy, and the monitors pulsed with it. The scenes shifted on screen, becoming more explicit, mirroring the intensity building between them. The sultry moans seemed to take a life of their own becoming a supernatural chorus of pleasure. A scene of women entwined in a heated embrace morphed into one where tongues met hungrily, echoing the taste of Claire's lips against Nadia’s. The rhythm quickened as they moved together, fingers finding purchase in damp curls, hips pushing and grinding with insistent urgency. The two women were intertwined in an intimate moment stealing glances at each other and the screen. A permanent feedback loop seeded by porn addiction and desire.
“It’s like it knows,” Nadia gasped, her voice breathless as she arched her back into Claire’s touch, meeting a shuddering intake of breath from the woman pressed against her. The world outside of their tangled limbs and shared heat seemed to melt away, leaving only the pulse of their own desires amplified by the unseen force resonating between them and the screens before them.
Their hands moved with practiced ease, exploring each other with an intimacy that ran deeper than simple pleasure. They were lost in a symphony of touch and sound, punctuated by moans and gasps, punctuated by the flickering images on their screens.
Nadia felt Claire's hips tilt against hers as she pressed down harder, finding that sweet spot where Nadia’s breaths hitched and her muscles coiled tighter around them both. They fell into rhythm, a primal dance of bodies intertwined under the hypnotic glow of the screens. Their slick sensual wetness coated their legs in a sheen that only lesbian sex and porn could provide. It was chaotic and beautiful, messy and consuming.
“Oh God, Nadia,” Claire groaned, pressing forward with renewed fervor as she met Nadia's pace. “So good.”
Nadia’s fingers dug into Claire’s scalp, pulling her closer still as she rode that wave of pleasure, riding it out until she came undone with a gasp, the sound swallowed by Claire's own sigh and the murmur of voices from the screen behind them.
As their breathing finally slowed to something resembling calm, Nadia leaned back against the couch cushion, Claire’s weight heavy and warm against her. The room hummed with a lingering electricity, the screens still flickered with images that now seemed less seductive and more comforting.
“What was that?” Nadia asked quietly, turning her head to look up at Claire. She saw something in those dark eyes – a reflection of her own yearning and satisfaction, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the lust that had fueled them both.
Claire smiled, a slow, contented curve of her lips as she reached down to tuck a stray curl behind Nadia’s ear. “That,” she said, tracing a fingertip along Nadia's jawline, “was us finally letting go.” Nadia leaned forward and kissed Claire once more. The soft moans of porn were playing in the background cementing this experience forever in their memory.
Not long after, Claire and Nadia drifted off to sleep while porn continued to play on their PC. They made love in front of this electronic shrine and it was pleased. It was Nadia that awoke first. The computer was calling her by name. A sound barely above a whisper on the speakers. The screens spelled out “GOON” and a sensual slow and hypnotic flicker. Nadia untangled herself from Claire and slowly made her way to the screen under a trance. As she sat down in front of the monitors, the enchanted machine began to play a kaleidoscope of hypnotic porn urging her to touch herself. Urging her to masturbate, urging her to keep watching, urging her to feed her addiction. It compelled her to watch and edge and hold back her orgasm. It was as if the machine had a will all its own, feeding off of Nadia's desires, manipulating them, twisting them for its own dark purpose. Nadia began to chant “I love porn” over and over.
The hypnotic chorus of porn and pleasure drew Claire back from sleep, the rhythmic whispers and moans washing over her like a wave. Her eyes fluttered open to find Nadia bathed in the strobing glow of the screen, a tableau of tangled limbs and flushed skin illuminated by flickering images. A strange slackness hung about Nadia's shoulders, her breathing shallow and punctuated by soft moans that seemed caught somewhere between pleasure, pain, and ecstasy.
Something about the scene wasn't right. The porn played with an almost feverish intensity, unlike anything Claire had made or downloaded for herself. She instinctively knew the hidden code was in control. The women on screen were contorting in ways that felt less sensual and more desperate, their cries echoing Nadia's own muted gasps.
It was as if the images weren't just stimulating her, but possessing her, weaving themselves into her very being.
“Nadia?” Claire murmured, reaching out to brush a stray curl from Nadia's forehead. The touch seemed to jolt Nadia, eyes snapping and roaming chaotically with a sudden and feral intensity. They were wide, pupils dilated, fixated on the screen like an animal caught in the hypnotic gaze of a snake charmer. A dazed smile stretched across her lips, revealing teeth bared slightly too far.
“It's so good,” she breathed, voice husky and thick. Her hand, slick with sweat, traced patterns on her thigh and slowly returned to her pussy – a rhythmic rubbing that was both comforting and unnerving.
“What is it, love?” Claire asked, concern etching lines between her brows. “What are you watching?” Nadia didn't look away from the screen, only murmured, eyes glazed over, “It knows...it knows what I need.” She reached out, fingers tracing the patterns on the flickering images like they were a physical map leading to some hidden treasure.
As if on queue, a naked black woman appeared on the screen staring straight into the camera. She spread her legs apart, offering her sexuality to the lens. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. Nadia traced the screen with her tongue, emitting a sultry, sensual sigh. Her tongue met the woman's genitals on the screen, causing the woman to moan as if she could feel Nadia's tactile caress. In between muffled, sloppy licks as the naked woman responded to her tongue, Nadia murmured, “Porn tastes like you, Claire.”
This sent a chill down Claire's spine. As if the device could sense the change, the adjacent screen illuminated, focusing on Claire. Over the background noise of pleasure and moans, a voice echoed from the speakers, speaking in Claire's own tone, saying, “Relax, porn is good for you. Porn is your safe space. Embrace your addiction.” Claire felt a pull, her hand moving towards her sex. It seemed to be drawing both of them in.
Nadia began to repeat herself, “I love porn.” Her voice was thick with something primal and raw. The words hung in the air, punctuated by a guttural sigh as Nadia's hand moved – not just tracing but digging into her own flesh with an almost desperate hunger.
Claire was fully aware of what this was. With her willpower, she fought the urge to touch herself. She refused the siren’s call and was able to focus on her friend. She will not betray Nadia and let this supernatural force take her. This wasn’t the familiar heat and playfulness they usually shared. There was something darker simmering beneath the surface, something alien and hungry.
This was not the porn Nadia and Claire cherished. It was something alive that was using porn for it’s own sinister purpose. Claire had deep regret to what she unleashed in Nadia’s apartment.
While Claire was thinking of a plan, the hypnotic hum of the monitors seemed to throb in time with Nadia's quickening pulse, each flicker casting grotesque but also visually stimulating shadows that danced across entwined limbs. The scenes were flashing colors full of genitals, tentacles, cum, and orgasms. The living code was warping the environment into something both beautiful and equally twisted with a hypnotic pull of full surrender.
Claire quickly reached down and pulled the main plug. The screens stayed on. The tower was still on. The screens still had their hypnotic hold on Nadia. But she did hear groans of displeasure as if the entity in the machine knew this could be the end. Nadia slowly turned her head towards Nadia and made eye contact. She was still masturbating. She spoke in a gasped and raspy voice as her hips bucked up and down to her touch. “You will not take this away from me.” And she slowly turned back to the screens and started rubbing her pussy again. Slick. Wet. Sloppy strokes.
As if completely defying physics, the computer remained functional still holding Nadia in a hypnotic state. The woman was half awake and half asleep while fucking her pussy in heavy and slushy moments with her hand. Her arousal was so intense that she had soaked the new chair and was leaking all of her porn addicted womanhood on the floor. Her breasts were covered in sweat and drool. Her eyes were still wide only blinking out of necessity.
Claire opened the computer case and pulled the hard drive from the computer. Only then did the machine finally die with one final groan of porn, pleasure, and something deeper fading away on the monitors.
Claire could still feel the hard drive vibrate and shake in her hand. It was abnormally warm to the touch. This was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. She could almost feel the hard drive writhe in her hands. Squirming. Moving, writhing.
In a desperate act, Claire put the cursed drive in the microwave frantically setting it to ‘Popcorn’ and letting the sparks fly. The lights in the apartment began to flicker.
Inside the microwave, each clatter of light, sparks and electricity emitted an audible whisper of “no” and blue smoke began to billow out.
A small sinister figure formed for just a brief moment before dissipating through the window. Whatever left the hard drive she hopes was gone forever. The only confirmation she had was the lights stopped flickering and the dank apartment that smelled of sex and porn was a little bit lighter.
There was no oppressive energy. Just emptiness. Claire didn’t waste any time. She went to go check on Nadia.
As if totally unfazed by what happened, Nadia had made her way over to her laptop. She was still chanting. “I love porn” She was still playing with herself. She was still watching. Claire snapped her fingers and Nadia barely registered the outside stimulation. She grumbled in a half whisper and half grunt “Sill watching.”
Claire hesitantly looked at what was playing on Nadia’s laptop. To her relief it was just regular porn playing. It was one of Claire’s edits. Something safe. Something familiar. But the fact she was still in a porn trance was not ok.
Claire did the only thing she could think to do. She pulled up a chair and sat next to her friend.
“Nadia, Porn is right next to you. Porn won’t leave you. I’ll stay by your side as long as it takes.” Claire watched porn with Nadia. She kept a close eye on the screens to make sure porn stayed normal this time.
Every few minutes Claire would say “Wake up Nadia. Come back to me baby,” She patted her hair, rubbed her shoulders. Tears were streaming down Claire’s face. But she didn’t give up. There were signs of life.
Over the next hour, Nadia’s chant changed. She began to say ‘Claire’ over and over with long and slow pauses. Nadia appeared to be slowly coming out of it.
Claire slowly coaxed Nadia to focus. Then her head slowly turned to Claire, tears in her eyes. Her hand finally lifted from her crotch. Her hand was wrinkled and pruned from being soaked in her juices. Nadia leaned into Claire and sobbed.
Claire began to cry.
For the next few minutes, the traumatized naked women held each other in a tight embrace. They understood the how lucky they were. How bad it was. How they survived something truly sinister.
After a few moments, Nadia gained composure. She slowly pushed away from Claire. She sat up and looked Claire dead in the eyes. She had a stern look on her face. It was a look Claire had never seen from Nadia before. Her eyes narrowed, her voice low and husky. Heavy and disapproving.
“I know you were behind this..” and there was a long pause… with a change of tone. Her features softened. “….but….I forgive you.” Then she dropped her shoulders, broke eye contact and averted her gaze towards the laptop screen. She looked at the images on her screen to seek comfort in the moment. She didn't want to hurt Claire any further.
Then, tears formed in her eyes. She turned back towards Claire. Nadia continued, “But I still forgive you… please don’t leave me... I really have fallen in love with you... I know you won’t do this again..”
It was Claire’s turn to finally break down and cry. She did something unspeakable to her best friend. But Nadia still chose her. Nadia didn’t want to leave. She still wanted to stay.
Claire’s ex husband couldn’t stay with her. She still remembers that look on his face when she revealed her true self to him. She didn’t expect anyone to understand anymore. That's why she decided to live her life disconnected but happy with porn. But Nadia was cut from a different cloth.
Nadia had been disowned by her family, bullied her whole life, cheated on in horrific ways, overlooked for promotions and laid off. For short time she even experienced homelessness until she got her current job. She was basically cast aside and almost forgotten by society. But yet she still stands.
Her loyalty to Claire knew no hate. Nadia almost lost her soul and her only response to Claire, the person that almost doomed her, was forgiveness. In that moment, Claire saw the full magnitude of Nadia’s strength. When she said, ‘I still forgive you,’ those words eclipsed any act of kindness Claire had ever known.
The two naked women sat in their warm embrace. Under muffled sobs, Claire said, “I’m so sorry.” Nadia nuzzled under Claire she said “I forgive you. I’m not going anywhere.” Claire began to cry again. It was her turn to let go and be loved. Nadia patted her on the head and told her “It’s going to be ok Claire, I know you didn’t mean it.” She rocked her slowly back and forth as the sobbing subsided.
Porn continued to play on the laptop. Porn was their only comfort in this chaotic moment that had unfolded before them.
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