Enter Sonia

Jenny had barely tied the sash of her robe when the doorbell rang. She smirked—right on cue.

She opened the door, and there stood the woman she'd imagined just minutes ago. No, not imagined—conjured. Tall, toned, a vision of effortless Korean-American allure. Sonia's long, athletic legs met the edge of a high-waisted pleated skirt that hugged her hips just right. A baby tee, abstract and artsy, clung to her body, doing little to hide the generous E-cups pushing gently against the fabric. Her hair was styled in a messy bun that framed her soft, round face and nerd-chic glasses. Her smile was dazzling, but it was her eyes—curious, bashful, hungry—that drew Jenny in.

"Hi!" Sonia said, slightly breathless. "I’m Sonia. Is this apartment 4D? I’m here for the roommate interview."

Jenny smiled, adopting her new sultry cadence. "You’re right on time. Come in."

They settled at the kitchen counter. Sonia perched on the stool across from her, trying to hide her nerves with poised professionalism. "I hope I didn’t interrupt anything," she said, glancing at Jenny’s robe.

Jenny tilted her head, a playful spark in her eyes. "Not at all. Just relaxing. So, Sonia… tell me about yourself."

The conversation began predictably—rent, neighborhood, logistics. Jenny nodded along while subtly editing her tablet under the counter, updating the local area to include a few hip cafés and trendy clothing boutiques. As soon as she mentioned them aloud, Sonia perked up. “Oh! I saw that café on the corner. It looks so chic. The one with the hanging succulents and neon sign?”

Jenny grinned. Perfect.

They fell into easy banter. Sonia, it turned out, was an artist—soft-spoken but passionate, with an eye for sculpture and a love for impressionism. Jenny, scanning her fabricated memories, echoed her interests. “I’ve always loved the texture of sculpture. So sensual… tactile.”

That made Sonia blush. “I don’t make much with it these days,” she admitted. “I mostly take online commissions—fandom stuff, sometimes even... suggestive pieces.”

Jenny leaned forward. “Sexy commissions?”

Sonia’s ears reddened. “Sometimes. It pays well. And, y’know... people like their fantasies.”

Jenny let the comment linger in the air like perfume. “Speaking of fantasies… what’s your take on… intimacy? In shared spaces, I mean.”

Sonia looked caught off guard, but she didn’t shrink away. She took a breath. “I’m bi. And yeah, I date… I bring people home, but I’m very respectful about it.”

Jenny reached across the counter and placed her hand on Sonia’s. “Good. I’m the same.”

The contact made Sonia visibly tremble. Jenny decided to take the test further.

She rose from her seat and moved to the mirror, letting her robe slip just enough to tease. Her full breasts bounced lightly as she posed—arched back, puckered lips, one leg bent to accentuate her ass.

“What do you think of my look?” she asked coyly.

Sonia stared, stunned. Her lips parted. Her hand drifted unconsciously toward her thigh.

Jenny turned, feigning surprise at Sonia’s obvious arousal. “You like it?”

“I… you’re stunning,” Sonia whispered. Her shyness began to fade, like mist under the heat of desire. She removed her glasses. “And those are amazing tits. Can I… touch them?”

Jenny smirked. “Why don’t you find out?”

She guided Sonia’s hands to her breasts, gasping as those fingers explored her curves. Sonia’s touch was confident, electric. She bent to kiss them, suck them, lick and tease them with tender worship. Jenny moaned, emboldened by Sonia’s sudden hunger.

Then fingers slipped under her robe, gliding over her thighs, her panties, then sliding inside. Jenny’s knees nearly buckled.

“Oh fuck…” she groaned.

But Sonia paused. “Bedroom?”

Jenny led her there, barely keeping upright as Sonia tugged her close.

Clothes peeled away like petals. Jenny’s bra hit the floor, her thong soon after. Sonia kissed her down, down, until her mouth was on Jenny’s slick folds. Her tongue worked magic—slow, practiced circles, firm pressure, sensual rhythm.

Jenny cried out. “Sonia… oh God…!”

Her climax hit hard, spine arching, thighs trembling. But Sonia wasn’t finished. She crawled atop her, kissed her mouth with lips still wet, then guided Jenny’s hand between her legs.

Jenny’s fingers slid inside Sonia easily. Wet. Hot. Tight.

They moved in rhythm, bodies writhing. Moaning. Jenny kissed her neck, bit her shoulder gently. Sonia's muscles clenched around her, and then she came, gasping and grinding, her pleasure raw and real.

They collapsed together in sweat and laughter.

“Damn,” Sonia whispered against Jenny’s ear. “So… do I get the room?”

Jenny chuckled. “You more than earned it.”

Sonia propped herself up, glowing. “Just so you know, I’m not into anything serious. But this?” She leaned down and kissed Jenny’s lips softly. “This could be a fun arrangement.”

“Casual works for me,” Jenny said, eyes heavy-lidded.

Sonia slid her skirt back on, straightened her tee, and tossed Jenny a wink. “I’ll bring my stuff tomorrow. Unless…”

Jenny yawned, satisfied and flushed. “Another time. I need sleep.”

“Mmm. We’ll see about that,” Sonia teased, giving her one last, deep kiss.

As the door clicked shut behind her new roommate, Jenny lay back with a dazed grin.

This was just the beginning.

And the Tablet purred in quiet approval.