Cafe Brenda's for a hug and a sip

You open up the box of things you ordered, stuffed full with tight clothes and lingerie. You take your time picking an outfit, eventually settling on something sexy, but not too frightening for poor, sweet Marie. You wear a pleated grey skirt pulled high and hugging your waist, the hem just about hiding the curve of your buttocks; a long sleeved, turtleneck crop top which is cut so high that just the faintest hint of underboob is on display; a pair of grey knee socks with black strappy heels; and some sparkly earrings. You admire your cute face, your pink lips and your unblemished skin, deciding against makeup for tonight. Finally, you tie your hair up into a pony tail, leaving two locks to frame your face. You have no underwear of course. You check the time and saunter out the door, eager to get the night started.

Cafe Brenda is your's and Marie's special spot. Its a quirky 24/7 diner that's a little on the pricey side so, both of you being poor, you tend to only go as a special treat. Tonight will be extra special you're sure. Its quiet when you arrive, just a pair of men in suits in a window counter and Marie at your usual table. She smiles and waves you over. She's tall, with mousy brown hair and very pretty, refined face. She dresses like a granny; old cardigan with a frumpy blouse, long dress and tights, but your sure she has a good body under all that. Her hands are always stained with paint, today being no exception you notice as she waves. You skip over and sit down. She smiles warmly and says:
"Wow Cass you look great, aren't you a little cold?" Despite everything that's happened in the chat recently, Marie was always supportive of you and your friends. The lewd images had taken it too far for her. All that would change tonight, you think, gleefully.
"Not at all Marie, I feel great actually." She nods, her smile receding slightly.
"So, uh, still no job?"
"Nope."
"Ah. Oh, would you like me to get you a drink?"
"Hmm, maybe later. How are you feeling Marie? How's the painting?"
"Oh you know how it is, no one really goes for old fashioned oil paintings anymore."
"Why don't you go for commissions?"
She frowns, taking a sip.
"I do, you know I do."
You roll your eyes.
"Not those commissions, I mean other commissions." You lean in conspiratorially. "I mean sexy commissions."
"Oh. Erm, no, not really my thing..."
"Oh c'mon Marie, an artist as good as you has to have drawn something to... you know. Enjoy personally?"
She swallows and averts her eyes awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is exactly what we were going to talk about right?"
She turns back to look at you, nods. You nod back.
"All the sex stuff makes you uncomfortable, right?"
She opens her mouth in protest, but you put your hands up.
"Alright, alright, let me explain. Would you just grab me some water quick? I need to organise my thoughts." She smiles, puts her cup down, and gets up to grab a jug from the counter. Smoothly, quickly, you run your fingernail up your pussy, breaking skin and scooping your own blood and pussy juices onto your finger. You put your finger into Marie's coffee cup, quickly swirling it in before she turns around. She finishes the short conversation she's having with the waitress, then turns to walk to the table, placing a glass in front of you as well as herself, before pouring from the jug. She sits, taking a sip of her water, before returning to the coffee.
"So, you were saying?"
"Yes right, well Lula, Yara and I we- you there Marie?" Marie was staring into her cup, not paying any attention, but snapped to when you called her name.
"Y- Yes, sorry. My coffee tastes really weird all of a sudden?"
"Bad weird?" She shakes her head.
"No, quite nice actually. I wonder if they bought new sweeteners... Sorry, what were you saying?" She sets down the cup, and leans on one hand, smiling at you.
"Why don't I come sit next to you? I'm feeling a little chilly now." You say with a sly smile. She nods.
"Sure Cass." You slide in beside her, your bare thigh touching hers through the fabric of her skirt. You lean forward on the table, giving her an excellent view of your side boob and back, and look up at her.
"So Lula, the newbie, she took Yara and I out the other night and... she showed us some things." Marie frowns.
"What sort of things?"
"Very special things. Things that made us rethink everything. As a result-" You sit up, stretching your arms high to reveal a tantalising snatch of your breasts. "We feel quite different about sex and our bodies."
"How so?" Marie is looking much more relaxed, her glassy eyes staying locked with yours, apart from a few glances at your chest of course. She takes another sip of her coffee.
"Well don't I look incredible?" You put your arms down and squeeze your tits together. "Shouldn't I share this body with everyone? We all deserve to get a good fuck, no?"
Marie nods. "I guess so."
"Wouldn't you like to have sex with me Marie?" She doesn't say anything. You lean closer to her, hand on her thigh. You take her right hand and push it under your skirt so her fingers cup your naked sex. "Doesn't that fit just right?" She doesn't say anything, just looks at your lips, then your eyes, then back. You lean in, her eyes closing as your lips meet, her warmth sizzling on your frigid lips.
"So cold..." She murmurs. You kiss deeper, feeling her fingers brush your cunt inexpertly. Your tongue pushes into her mouth, entwining with hers, drinking in her taste and her warmth. She gasps slightly with each motion. You pull your mouth away, and kiss her neck, nuzzling in. She holds your head to her throat as you puncture her waiting flesh. She sighs, and you release. You look around, spotting only the waitress averting her gaze.
"Shall we go back to your place Marie? I could show you what they showed me." She opens her eyes and looks into yours, then nods. You stand, leading her by the hand, walking quickly to her tiny flat.

Her flat is as small as yours but much messier. Easels and canvases smother the space, as well as cloth covered furniture and paints. All the paintings are of beautiful women doing ordinary things, and yet are completely sexless. She locks the door and drifts absent mindedly to the bed. Then she frowns.
"Cass... what... how did we get here?" She looks up at you, confusion plain on her face. You smile, placing four fingers on her chest to push her down to sitting on the edge of the bed. You straddle her, kneeling on the bed but resting your ass on her knees.
"I was going to show you something, remember?" Her blood is thunderous in her veins, her taste still on your tongue.
"What... show me what?" She looks you in the eyes, un focused and concerned. You lick your teeth, then open wide.
"These." You pull off your top, your beautiful, pert breasts hanging free. "These." You straighten your legs while still kneeling on the bed, so that now you look down at her. "And this." You sigh as you lift the hem of your skirt to show your pale pink folds. She looks at you admiringly.
"You're... you're so beautiful Cass." You let your skirt fall, taking her face in both your hands.
"You will be too Marie." You whisper, kissing her ear. "Wouldn't you like that? To be as gorgeous as the women you paint?" She glances at a portrait of an elegant women picking an apple.
"I think- yes I think I would." Her voice trembles. You move around, kiss her other ear.
"You could have anything you want, anyone you want." You hiss.
"H-Have them?"
"Taste them, feel them, take them." You kiss her cheek, your tongue caressing her skin slightly. She tastes so good.
"Any-Anyone...?" You look her in the eye, smile.
"Marie, I'm already yours." You kiss her hard, pushing her down. She moans under you, tasting you back, pushing her tongue against yours. You pull away, straddling her midriff and looking down from kneeling.
"Tell me Marie, tell me its time." She touches her neck, then drifts the same hand over to your waist.
"Please Cass I-I'm ready." You smile, leaning down, nuzzling her throat. Your lips draw across her flesh and she gasps as the points of your fangs prick her skin. Then she groans as you insert them, her warmth welling up into your mouth instantly. You drink in long, slow gulps, feeling her every breath beneath you until they begin to recede. Once her heart has beat its last and the final drop slides down your throat, you release. You look down into her reposed face, and stroke her cheek with one hand. Her eyes loll open, two dull golden orbs in her pale face. She smiles at you, her high boned, regal face lighting up as she reveals her sparkling fangs, an inch long and sharp as daggers.
"My, my, well didn't you turn out well." You step off her and she stands, examining her clawed hands.
"Mmmm, yes Cass. I feel amazing..." She hugs herself. Then she stares at you, a mischievous grin on her lips. "But I'm wearing too many clothes." She pulls her talon down her body, slicing her clothing in two, the useless pieces of fabric falling away leaving her long legs still in their tights, her large, plump breasts and her tight body on display. She grabs her underwear and pulls it away. Before you is a radiant creature, tall and strong with tight curves and a pussy pushing against the fabric of her tights. She puts her hands on her hips.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" You laugh, grab her by the hips, and kiss her, your breasts pushing into hers. She wraps her arms around you and kisses back, your tongues playing in each others mouths. She puts her hands under your skirt, lifting you by the ass, and pushes you against a wall. She ravishes you and enjoy every second of her tongue playing over your body. She puts her fingers inside you, and you gasp as she pushes them in and out, not letting up on your mouth or body. You orgasm, but she doesn't relent, lifting you up higher and kneeling down. She buries her face in your cunt, and you wrap your legs over her shoulders, talons in her hair as her tongue presses into your clit. You writhe and moan, your breasts bouncing with each wave of quivering pleasure that she releases into you. Eventually she leaves you a squirming mess on the floor. You rut for hours until you eventually lay on the bed, completely naked, not satisfied, never satisfied, but ready to do something else.
"Fuck." You say.
"We did." Marie says. You both giggle. "I think I want to paint." You sit up.
"Oooh exctiting! Can't wait to see what you post." She winks.
"I bet you slut." You lick your lips, kiss her once more, then stand.
"Well, the sun will be up soon, so I shall take my leave." She smiles as she watches you dress, then waves as you make to the door.
"Later fuckbuddy."
"Later whore."