A drinking party, followed by a different kind of bonding

You couldn't see Invisible Girl's face falling as you approached your dangerous looking apartment in the low-rent district, but the sudden hesitance of her steps, as though she was pondering whether to turn and go back to the bus-stop, was telling enough. "This is where you live, huh?" she questioned, picking the least offensive way to broach the topic that she could think of.

Growing irritated with her reception of free room and board, you slumped your shoulders and scowled. "Got somethin' to say?" You arced one eyebrow and curled your lip in that menacing way that thugs tended to master.

Toru responded quickly with a joke, evidently unintimidated. "I was just thinking, next time we buddy up for an operation, we have to go stay at my place!"

You grumbled to yourself and tried not to think about the possibility of a "next time" too hard. After all, you'd always been a loner... Plus, what you were doing here wasn't strictly legal. Civilians getting involved in hero business were called vigilantes and were subject to legal repercussions. It went without saying that nobody was ever going to get to know the official run-down of your cooperation with Invisible Girl. Thankfully, she had one of the best forms of built in discretion, that being her unique trait of invisibility.

As the two of you made your way up the twisting staircase to the third floor, Toru was light on conversation; you suspected she didn't want to draw unwanted attention, especially considering how rough this place looked. Once she got to room 306-- your room-- she finally spoke up. "Huh... Ren Yamada!"

"Yeah?" you responded, frowning as you unlocked your door.

"Oh, I just saw your name on some of the mail stuffed inside the slot! You hadn't actually told me your name yet, silly," Toru pointed out.

Hearing that made you feel like a bit of a jackass, actually. You resolved to try to be a little more forthcoming. When she added a nagging remark that you ought to check your mail more regularly and stuff like this was why you seemed so lonely, you felt yourself losing some of that empathy you'd just developed.

The inside was cramped, dark, and, frankly, not particularly great smelling. Thus was the life of a single bachelor without a lot of money or reason to pick up after himself. In this place, with your budget, you basically got a single room and a bathroom-- that's it.

Still, the place immediately brightened up with the presence of Invisible Girl, at least after she stopped moaning about it and the two of you cracked open a couple of beers for a victory celebration. This was the cheap stuff, for sure, but you'd developed a taste for it over time; it seemed to grow on Toru surprisingly quickly, as she moved on from her first can to a second. "Kampaiii!" she giggled, as the freely floating glove brought her beer to clatter against yours, like some buzzed poltergeist.

"Kinda surprised to see you downing it that fast," you remarked, raising your eyebrows as the beer tilted back and chugged past the unseen gate of her lips. "To be honest, most people say this stuff burns their throat. I thought I had a resistance to it cause of Kindle..."

"Ah, well, maybe we burned all the pain receptors off with that stupid-hot ramen earlier," Invisible Girl joked, wiggling the can back and forth in the air and drunkenly spilling a bit on your low center table.

"Fuck... Are you even 20?" you suddenly asked, lowering your eyebrows. Earlier on, you'd assumed she must be around 18 or 19... You yourself were coming up on 21.

"Hey, our team up's already illegal, right? Forget about it!" she snickered. "Besiiides, I'll be 20 next month! No harm, no foul! Just like with the two of us!"

"Heh... Right," you responded, smirking as you returned to your own drink. Caught up in her infectious good mood, you turned on the television set and decided to flip around for something interesting to watch. In your drunken state, you ended up flipping through the same channels a couple of times. You weren't about to pay for cable, so all you had were the local channels-- not much of a selection. Suddenly, Invisible Girl told you to stop on one; it seemed the local news was replaying the story of Rattle's attack and arrest earlier today. As you hoped, all of the credit for that seemed to be going towards Invisible Girl. The fire had been blamed on Rattle himself, which'd probably add insult to injury, given that these guys probably avoided fighting around fires for the sake of their own eyesight.

Being reminded of your success felt good, but as you stared up at your dim ceiling lighting in your modest apartment, Invisible Girl's words came back to you: "No harm, no foul!"

"No harm, huh?" You thought to yourself with an uncertain frown. You wondered what the odds were that your next encounter with the Monitors would go that smoothly?

You woke up in the middle of the night with your cheek laying against your table and your shoulders slumped. Drool ran from your lower lip and collected in a puddle at your chin. "Fuckin' gross..." you grumbled to yourself, wiping the messy spot with your right sleeve and then your face with the opposite one. When had you fallen asleep? Your head was spinning... how much beer had you had to drink? Idly, you began to count the cans...

"What the fuck?" you swore under your breath. You would have thought you'd had three, maybe four... There were seven cans on the table! Did you really drink seven beers? What were you, an alcoholic?! That would go a long way to explaining why you felt so dizzy.

Aggravated with yourself, you rose up to your feet and placed your hands on your belt buckle. You couldn't believe you'd gotten so black-out drunk that you'd fallen asleep at your table instead of your bed. Slowly, you began to strip off your clothes: belt, shoes, flannel, slacks, until you were down to just your boxers and socks. It was that kind of sleeping temperature, after all; you weren't paying for cool air or a fan. You were lucky that you hadn't woken up sweating bullets, overdressed as you were.

With your pants off, you noticed something surprising: an oversized tent, pitched at the front of one of your few remaining garments. What was going on with your wood right now? Was there any reason to be that aroused? You tried to remember...

That's right... You'd met someone during the day. She'd pulled your pants down and rubbed your leg. She was kind of a brat, but also kind of cute... short, but with huge knockers. Most impressively, she was pretty darn brave; she hadn't been scared off by your face like the average girl would be.

Why couldn't you remember her face? Maybe once you were a little less stupidly hung-over, it'd come back to you.

For now, you needed to do something about your stiffy. You might be a slob in a lot of ways, but when it came to masturbation, you were... only a little bit of a slob. You weren't the type who could take it to your bathroom and pound it out over the toilet... especially right now, with your head pounding and your body aching, you wanted to go straight from fap to sleep. That meant the bed. You ended up making the token effort, grabbing a towel from the bathroom, then slung it over the bed horizontally and lay down with your lap against it.

Fumbling, dumbly, you worked to pull your member out through the front of your boxers... When you couldn't quite get it, you simply pulled those down around your butt instead. You were too lazy to grab your phone and find some fap material either, so you simply started humping your dick against the towel and tried to summon the best material you could think of. If only you could remember what that girl from earlier looked like...

You weren't sure what you were doing differently, but something seemed unusual about this fap session. You'd always had a problem where, as you fapped, heat built up in your body and made you want to cough out flames. This time, it was way more than usual. You felt fire building in your belly and creeping up your throat; you clenched your teeth to stop embers from spilling out. While that part was uncomfortable, something about it felt right... Had you figured out the mythical pillow-to-groin position that felt just like you had a chick underneath you, instead of a lumpy old pillow? Whatever the case, something about the towel and the bed underneath it hit the spot. You decided to really lay into it, spreading your hands and knees to either side of the bed and really humping that towel you'd thrown down. This one felt like it could be a bitch and a half to clean up later, but you weren't one to waste an opportunity!

"Muh? Hmm?" It was the voice from earlier, coming from very nearby.

You were starting to remember... you'd met Invisible Girl earlier! Then you invited her in! Most likely, she was still in the room somewhere... and she may have just woken up to the sound of you preparing to jizz all over a towel! "Aw fuck! I'll bet even the neighbors heard this bed-frame squeaking, with how I've been pounding it! What am I, fourteen?!" you growled internally, wishing you could go invisible. You didn't want to admit it, but the thought that a girl was in the room with you while you were taking care of business was making the fire course through you powerfully. But wasn't this still a bit much? You felt as charged up as you would after significant skin-to-skin contact.

You resolved you needed to finish this up like a ninja. Stealth fap. Finish it. Finish it!

You held your grunt in as you bucked your hips back and forth into the towel, spilling your semen across its surface. Some of it... definitely missed. No doubt about it. You'd have to wash these sheets and make sure she didn't see the stain.

"Bluuuuh!" There was Toru again, sounding so damn close. Judging by her voice, she wasn't vomiting, but she probably had a killer hangover from last night. Actually...

It sounded like her voice was coming from underneath you.

"I spilled my beeeer... It's all over my tummy..."

The light flickering from inside your own teeth lightly illuminated the room now. When you'd flopped down onto your bed, you'd done so in the wrong orientation, so that your face was towards what would be the headboard, if you had a nice, full bed with boards and things instead of a crummy mattress on creaky springs. You'd imagined that Toru had probably done the same thing, if perhaps in a slightly different position, or possibly facing the other way. To the left of the bed, you spotted a few clues... not just her gloves and boots, but also, that skintight suit she said had been designed for her, neatly folded in a pile. It was a little remarkable that she'd gotten it so neat, even in her drunken state. The silly part: underneath that suit, you could see a childish pink bra and panty set peeking out. That meant that wherever she was...

... She was completely nude. You lifted your body a little more and looked down, expecting to see the ruination of your towel and mattress beneath your full-**** cock-mashing just now. Indeed, the towel was pretty messed up, but the bed was actually fine! That was simply because the jizz was floating midair, slightly above the cute swell where an invisible girl's stomach might be, if you'd laid a towel over that same girl's upside-down breasts and begun humping the softness of them before shooting your load all over her abdomen. In fact, from this position, if you'd put your head down and tried to bury your face in the sheets, you'd probably have ended up with your head between her legs, dangerously close to her exposed pussy.

"She can't possibly be that drunk! She got all the way naked inside a stranger's apartment?! What the fuuuck?!" you asked yourself silently.

You were overcome with two urges and addressed them in order of priority. The first, while sweating profusely and swearing "oh fuck" under your breath at lowest possible volume, was to use the clean parts of the towel to wipe your cum-shot off of Toru's invisible belly.

"Tee hee... That tickles~"

You were lucky that she was even more drunk than you were. Her sleep seemed pretty deep. Panicking, you threw the towel into your laundry hamper, then opened your door and ran out into the night, up the staircase to the fourth floor- the roof. You completely ignored your newly spent penis flopping in the breeze as you reached the top floor, then aimed your face upward towards the moon. With a loud "FAAAAAH" noise, you released a jet-stream of fire into the air, reaching an impressive height into the sky and generating so much heat that you could feel it blasting back against your face as it poured out. As soon as it left your mouth, you saw several lights flickering on from neighboring buildings, as people tried to figure out why orange light was pouring into their room at around 3:30 am.

It was the largest plume of fire you'd ever released in your life, serving as a good indicator of the superiority of Invisible Girl's bosom as a fap-pillow, compared to your usual mattress. If you'd hit Rattle with a flamethrower like that one, he'd have a lot more to worry about than his cheap loafers; he'd be lucky if he didn't end up as a pile of ashes.

Looking down at your flopping dick and stuffing it back inside your boxers, while ignoring the staring of a particularly shocked old lady one building over, you allowed yourself one further question before you began to stumble your way back down to your apartment: was this team-up really such a good idea?