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You take a look at yourself in the mirror and realize you don’t know this thing that’s staring back at you. You look completely foreign to when you would have to actually go out into public for work.

You reach for your phone and rapidly type another response to Ricky.

“Ok fine, give me 15-20 minutes.”

You put your phone on your desk to charge, but before you can even leave the room to head to the shower, you get a text back from him.

You lean over your phone to see that he wrote back, “No, right now!”

You ignore it and just decide to head into the shower anyway. You see your old bottle of shampoo and bar of soap, and strip off your clothes. You look at yourself in the mirror again and are completely disgusted with yourself. You quickly look away before hopping in the shower.

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After getting out of the shower, feeling much fresher than you have in a while, you get dressed in some clean clothes and put some deodorant on. You look at your phone again and see a string of about 15 messages from him, essentially begging you to come over to his house.

Realizing this must be really serious, you quickly shoot back a text telling him you were leaving, before throwing on socks, shoes, and grabbing a mask. You get into your car and begin to head over.

The streets were mostly empty, and Ricky didn’t live that far from you, so you made it there after about five minutes. When you get to his house, you park out in front, and walk up to the door. You notice the door is not only unlocked, but pushed slightly open. You take a peak inside and don’t see anything special.

You knock on the door a few times and wait a few minutes. After nothing happens, you lean in and yell out.

“Ricky?!”

Then you begin to hear some movement upstairs. You hear a strange voice before someone runs down the stairs. Surprisingly, you don’t see Ricky, but a random woman you’ve never seen before.

She runs up to the door, throws it open completely, grabs your shirt and pulls you inside. You grab the door and close it behind you, but look at the strange girl who is staring at you. She is wearing a large shirt that stretches down past her waist, covering whatever she may be wearing down there.

“Hi,” you say. “Who are you?”

She giggles at this and practically pounces on your face as she gives you a kiss. You lock lips for the first time with someone in ages and surprisingly she does most of the work as you feel her tongue penetrate it’s way into your mouth, rubbing along your lips.

Eventually, you pull away from her and she gives you a sad look. You’re so confused as to how a girl this hot is so attracted to you, but you need to figure it out.

“Where’s Ricky? Do you know him?”

She giggles again, and twirls her hair.

“Like, yeah. I think I know him.”

“Where is he?”

“He like told me to meet you here, hehe!”

You are so confused, but before you can say anything else, she kisses you again, this time pushing you towards the couch, and you fall and she lands on top of you.

You continue to hook up before she pulls away this time, reaching for her shirt. She pulls the large shirt over her head, revealing just a pair of boxers underneath. Her small tits hanging above you. You grabbed them and gave a gentle squeeze, and she let out a moan when you did. As you continued to play with her titties, she began to strip you down, starting with your shirt, before reaching down for your pants.