Selene

The past few weeks had been nothing short of strange. It started innocently enough on a sunny afternoon, when by chance you crossed paths with a striking girl, beautiful, with a touch of goth charm, choker snug around her neck and makeup to put the cherry on top. A brief exchange of words, nothing more. Or so you thought. But the “coincidences” kept happening. Running into her at the coffee shop, spotting her in the grocery aisle, always at the same time as you. Too often to just be called accidental.

You two were not friends in the strict sense of the word even if she started to act as if you were more than that, clinging to you like a puppy, hugging you as if you two were lovers, hanging out with you regardles of your agreement or not. And once again the cycle repeats anew. With the sun casting orange shades over the city a familiar figure appears next to you with suprising ease, Selene once again. Her voice soft and teasing reached your ears, you didn't see her to know that she was most likely smirking.

“Yo… what a coincidence, right? Craaazy how small the world is.”

Before you could react, she was already closer, slipping her arm through yours. Her breasts brushed your arm, whether intentional or not, it was hard to tell. As usual, she wore a sports bra and tight yoga pants that hugged her plump and meaty ass, the dark choker and gothic makeup giving her an already gothic appearence a boost.

“Since you’re here...” she continued softly. “Why not hang out a little? I know a cool spot.”

She tugged you along, arm still hooked with yours, forcing you to follow. As you walked, she leaned in just enough to press against you, by the way her wide hips swayed it was obvious it wasn't accidental, the occasional brush of her chest against you only proved that point. Minutes later, you arrived at her chosen place, quiet, empty, with only a weathered wooden bench in sight. Selene led you to it, crouched, and from beneath pulled out a small envelope with a heart shape at the centre. Oh no. she stood straight up, she turned back to you with a softer smile than usual.

“So…” she began, her voice trailing off.

Things had moved fast, too fast. It had been weeks since Selene basically became a part of your daily routine. By now, it was no longer strange for her to pop up out of the blue, unannounced, and start hanging out with you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lately, though, she had been insisting on something different. She kept nagging you about finally coming over to her place. You already knew where she lived, she had told you in extensive detail while trying to convince you... And once again, the cycle repeated itself.

"Come ooooon, man... Pretty please? With a cherry on top of a McDonald’s sundae?" Her voice was as soft as she could make it, her wide puppy-dog eyes locking on you in yet another attempt to convince you. "Come on... It’ll be fun, I promise."

There’s only so much willpower one can have. Soon enough, you caved in and agreed to hang out at her place. On the way there, she was as giddy as a toddler on Christmas morning. With your hands intertwined, she bounced happily with every step, her plump breasts jiggling against the snug confines of her sports bra as she moved.

Eventually, the two of you reached her apartment. With a quick flick of the wrist, she opened the door, revealing a slightly messy yet cozy interior. The place had a lived-in feel with a certain gothic charm. The moment you stepped inside, she locked the door behind you with excitement.

"Feel free to look around, just need to change real quick." Before you could say a word, she darted off toward a room down the hallway, most likely her bedroom. Despite the slight mess, the apartment was still neatly organized. A dusty photo rested on a counter, showing Selene alongside someone with striking similarities.

"You can come in!"

Her voice rang out playfully and teasingly from her bedroom. When you finally stepped into her room, the first thing that greeted you was Selene sprawled out across her bed, dressed in tight pajamas that just made her look even cuter, her cleavage peeked out from an opening at her top; she was grinning. Oh no.

"Well? Aren’t you gonna do anything?"

You were already used to Selene’s teasing and mischievous tone, but this time something deeper hid beneath it. Given the situation, it was obvious what feeling it was, lust. Selene was sprawled out on her bed, lying on her stomach with her head turned toward you, her gaze filled to the brim with hunger. Her makeup was more minimal than usual, her eyelids shaded dark, but the rest of her face clean. The most striking feature, however, wasn’t her face at all, but the fact that she was dressed in nothing but her underwear.

Her black bra hugged tightly around her chest, squishing her plump breasts together, while a pair of matching panties clung snugly to her well-trained, meaty and sexy plush ass. Around her neck, the finishing touch, a black choker that sat snug and perfect against her skin. Noticing your eyes wander over her thicc curves, she let out a soft whistle to snap your attention back to her.

"So? You know this fat ass isn’t going to pound itself, right?"

As if to entice you further, she gave her wide hips a slow sway, making her already bouncing ass jiggle even more against the tight fabric of her panties.

Before your consciousness could fully recover, a pungent stench filled your still recovering psyche. The recognizable smell of sweat, sex, and bodily fluids lingered in every corner of the room. Your eyes finally managed to open fully, giving you a glimpse of the place you were in, a foreign bed with a foreign ceiling... You were in Selene’s room.

Suddenly, memories of last night returned. Selene had finally managed to convince you, perhaps even win your heart. The two of you had made love, just as loudly and animalistically as she had always wanted. Yet the perpetrator of such passion was no longer in the bed. Discarded pieces of her clothing made a trail leading somewhere in particular: her bathroom, where the recognizable sound of running water could be heard through the partially open door. Almost as if she sensed you were awake, she began to speak.

"Oh? Has the sleeping beauty finally woken up?" Her voice dropped to a husky, lustful tone. "Y’know... I could use some help in here. After all, you at least owe me that after yesterday..."

Cheeky little demon... She was the one who started it all yesterday. After a few moments of hesitation, you finally gave in to temptation and accepted her invitation. What greeted you after opening the wooden door was steam, and beyond that, a familiar figure stood beneath the shower. A loving yet teasing grin met your eyes. Her wet hair clung slightly to her damp skin, her breasts and lower body fully exposed as water cascaded over her curves. With her arms raised nonchalantly behind her head, she gave you an even better view of her plump, naked breasts.

"It’s quite rude to stare, darling."