Date After Work 1 - Primed for Zoey Time

Well, today's shift at the café was ass. Fatima was sick, leaving you to do all the heavy lifting on your own, some customers were just really unnecessarily rude, and a baby cried the whole damn time. You would curse this day, crawl into bed and eat something toxic in frustration, however: it's Zoey-time, baby.

The bus came on time, you weren't even made to fish out your ticket and you got a nice seat to yourself. Things are already looking up and it's only gonna get better from here. Not that you and Zoey have anything special planned for tonight. You're probably just gonna continue with the cartoon you started watching - yes, a cartoon. Animation is not just for kids - and maybe order some food. The only thing you're certain of is yet another session of banger sex. And boy, do you need said banger sex after a day like this.

Unfortunately for her, you're coming straight from work, so you're not necessarily eye-candy today. Black blouse, basic jeans - fantastic, exotic, most arousing, yes. This tiny ass string you're wearing is gonna have to do a lot. This thing got mighty uncomfortable after the fourth hour or so, so it better.

When you turn the corner towards the building Zoey lives in, someone else, presumably a neighbor, is just in the process of turning the keys. It's a woman of seemingly some sort of arabic background and when she notices you approach, she politely stops the door from falling shut behind her. You quickly thank her and scurry inside.

Luckily, Zoey lives on the ground floor of this building, so you don't have to trudge up a flight of stairs. Once in front of her door, you take a moment to freshen up. You poof up your ginger mane a bit, undo a button - no, two - of your blouse and make sure your tits are showing nicely. Should do the trick. After all, if things go right you're not gonna wear this for long anyway.

You ring the bell and wait, hands folded in front of you. No answer. You ring again. Still no- oh, wait. It took quite a while but you do hear steps from inside. Finally, the handle moves and the door opens.

"Heeey~" you greet and press your arms closer together to boost your cleavage. Then your eyes go wide. It's not Zoey. It's Robin, her roommate.

"Uh, hi." he mumbles, understandably distracted by your titty display before looking up at your face. Robin is a really tall guy, like 6'3 or something, but he's very lanky. His long, blond hair looks kinda messy, as does his facial stubble.

"Fu- ahh, hi!" you stutter surprised and quickly stand normally. You deadass forgot this dude existed! It's been months and you've seen him, like, twice because the guy never leaves his room. "Is, uh, is Zoey home?" you ask to which Robin leans back and listens for a second.

"Shower I guess." he shrugs. "You can come in though."

"Thank you." you nod and enter. He closes the door behind you and heads towards the kitchen. God, it's always so awkward with him. The first time was when you stumbled into him on your way to the bathroom. Zoey had just fucked your brains out and you wanted to clean up but he quite apparently intended to do the same after... whatever he had done in his room. The way he held his towel over his crotch was quite telling.

The other time, you and Zoey had just come home after a night out and you were much too dead set on banging that you missed closing the door to her room completely. That was apparently one of the few times Robin had actually gone outside and when he returned home, he found himself greeted by the sight of you riding his flatmate's cock. According to Zoey, that was by far not the first time he's accidentally walked in on her banging, but still, that was fucking awkward.

Whatever, now that you're inside, you too hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. Hold on, she usually works until around 5. She's had plenty of time to get ready. This idiot has such a deeply rooted habit of being late that she's not even on time when you're hanging out at HER place. No matter, you can wait in her room. Zoey's not one to take long in a shower.

Zoey's room is like it always is. Dark, a bit messy, covered in band posters of which you have learned to recognize some since you and her started dating. You plop down on her spacious bed, sprawling yourself across the black blanket. Hmm, you could theoretically surprise her when she comes back. Your work clothes really aren't all that sexy but nothing keeps you from getting rid of them. Then again, that would probably lead to sex before you even do anything else. Then again again, what would be the harm in that?

Fuck it. You sit up and begin undressing. A couple of buttons loosened and the blouse is easily shrugged off, leaving you topless safe for the bra. Next come the jeans, much too uncomfortable for sexy time anyway. They're quickly gone too, tossed onto the desk chair. The water from the bathroom has stopped, meaning Zoey will soon join you. Do you wanna go fully nude? Hmmm, nah. You aren't wearing this string for nothing. The bra too, Zoey can take this off herself.

You lie back down, letting the silky sheets caress your bare skin. Soon, your girlfriend will step through that door, naked and wet, boobs and muscles alike on full display while her meat swings between her legs. Then she'll see you, get excited and fuck you silly. Fuck yeah. Food can wait. Cartoons can wait. Anything can wait. Now we wait.