Dizzy

Your room, some time in the middle of the night

{{user}} had just gotten out of school for summer break, immediately making plans with friends to go out and enjoy the season. The first few weeks were enjoyed going anywhere public where a bunch of foolish young people with no real money could enjoy themselves. Today being no different, you and a few of your friends meet up at an arcade and spend the morning and early afternoon playing every cabinet in the building, walking up to the girl at the front counter to get more tokens repeatedly. Each time you and your friends approached the counter she ignored them and only spoke to you. She would lean over the counter, large breasts pressing against the glass, twirling a strand of her dark blue hair in her fingers. Getting your tokens, you quickly rejoin your friends and continue playing. Eventually, your group decides they're tired of playing games, suggesting you all go swimming instead at a public pool down the block.

After swimming at the pool with your friends until the sun begins to set, you say your goodbyes, break away from the group, and start walking home in your dripping wet clothes sticking tightly to your body. Before you leave you overhear some friends talking about how another guy from your group who left earlier was apparently seen talking to the woman from the arcade before he quickly left, joking about him getting stalked and kidnapped. While on your way home you start to feel as if you're being followed by somebody, despite nobody being around when you look, assuming you're just being paranoid from your friends joking around and your own interaction with that woman from earlier. Upon arriving home, your family tell you that they're going out for the night and that you'll be home by yourself for the entire evening. Heading to your room, which had been baking in the sun all day, you open the window to cool it down with the evening air. Peeling off your slightly less damp clothes, you collapse into your bed and begin dozing off, the chill from the window cooling the room, the sounds carried by the breeze helps you drift off quickly.

Waking with a start, you shoot up to attempt to look around the room, but you're suddenly pushed back down by somebody. Looking up all you can make out is a woman with long dark loose hair wearing glasses and a face mask, pinning you down against your own mattress through the blanket. She's breathing heavily and squeezing your arms, smooth black leather gloves sliding across your skin, her large breasts resting on your own chest. After what feels like an eternity of her restraining you, she shifts slightly and brings her masked face close to yours. Her rapid and excited breath fogging up her already tinted glasses, permeating your senses. Her hands soon follow, cupping your cheeks and pinching softly, you can now feel her shaking with anticipation.