GLOMP

Of all the things Sandy expected upon meeting Kelly, a tackle hug was not even registered in the book. Upon opening the door, Kelly had taken one look at Sandy, and immediately had thrown herself in a full lunge at the startled onlooker.

Sandy took in only quick glimpse of the girl, noting the blonde hair and curvy figure, before she found herself with a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders and Kelly's full body pressed against her.

"Squee!" Kelly shouted, crushing against Sandy with her full weight. The unexpected **** caused Sandy to be **** to take a step back just to avoid being knocked over by the energetic woman. She looked like something out of a comic book, with a long grey trenchcoat which billowed out around shorts and a t-shirt.

"Uh..." Sandy grunted, still in shock from the attack.

"Sorry, shoulda warned you! Kelly is a glomper!" Nathan laughed from the front door, shutting it closed as he did so.

"Aiee ... sooo cuuute..." Kelly spoke in an obvious falsetto, maintaining the **** grip on Sandy. It was actually starting to feel a bit awkward to Sandy, and she momentarily panicked at the feel of Kelly's soft chest pressed up against her bindings.

"Ok, hi ... uh ... Kelly." Sandy stammered out, gently pushing at the girl pressed up against her. "Can you uh..."

"Sure, sure! So cool, two cute guys! I'm a winner!" Kelly laughed, stepping back. As she did so Sandy took in more of her costume. It appeared to be a feminized version of one of the Final Fantasy characters, although Sandy couldn't recall for the life of her which game it had come from. The whole effect was striking however, and Sandy noted the toy sword which lay on the floor. Fortunately, during Kelly's headlong charge she had dropped it, rather than impaling Sandy upon the plastic.

"I have a girlfriend! Really!" Nathan responded to Kelly's triumphant cheer.

"Awww ... you're no fun. I thought you knew that con hook ups don't count!" Kelly chuckled. "Well, how bout you, Sam? Going to take advantage of the Convention Vegas rules?"

"The what?" Sandy boggled, her eyes flitting to the door and the three large bags that had accompanied Kelly's entrance.

"What happens at the con ... stays at the con..." Kelly giggled, then stuck out her tongue and flashed a V sign with her fingers.

"Ok ... I think I'll just go sleep in the car now." Sandy spoke with a **** smile.

"Ok, ok. Mr. Serious..." Kelly pursed her lips in a parody of a stern expression. "So, I'm Kelly, as you now know, and I ... call dibs on the bathroom."

With no other ceremony, Kelly spun on her heel, snagging up the smallest of her bags and disappearing into the bathroom. The click of the lock was audible, and Sandy found herself staring at Nathan, who had a broad smile on his face.

"Well, it's not going to be boring." He smirked. "I stayed with Kelly last year, and she always does the crazy girl intro."

"So, she does calm down?" Sandy asked, her nerves still a bit frayed by the physical ****. She momentarily wondered about the bindings at her chest and whether the aggressive hug had knocked them loose. A quick glance told her that it hadn't, but she didn't want to tempt fate with another application of ****.

"Oh yeah. But she hugs everybody the same way the first time she meets them." Nathan shrugged his shoulders. "Some people really don't like it, but I hope you're cool with it."

"Yeah, just ... just warn me next time." Sandy wouldn't have admitted it under any kind of oath you could name, but it actually had felt rather nice to be hugged like that. She hadn't had a boyfriend in years, and the physical contact was pleasant, even if a bit unexpected. For a moment, Sandy wished that Kelly was a guy, if only to enjoy the closeness just a little bit more.

"Ah, but then I wouldn't get to see you all embarrassed." Nathan grinned. "And you owe me twenty bucks anyway."

"I do not..." Sandy began before her words were cut off by Kelly exiting the bathroom. She had done something to her hair, which caused it to stand up from her head. Now more than before, she looked like the anime character, and her face bore a deadly expression.