Have her twerk for you.

"Can you twerk?"

Safiya raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk curling her lips. "Is that a serious question?"

You grin. "Show me. And drop the shorts while you're at it."

With the same smirk, Saf turns around. You get your first proper look at her ass, taut and round just like you'd pictured; her shorts do, indeed, come maybe halfway down her cheeks, and she is, as you'd guessed, carrying her phone in the waistband. Pulling it out, she hands it back to you to hold, then hooks her thumbs into the inadequate bottoms and tugs them down her hips, wiggling them a little as she does. Letting the shorts fall around her feet, she leaves them there as she drops into a half-squat, resuming her grip on the support pole with one hand. She holds the pose for a brief moment, and then starts to work.

You and everyone else nearby are treated to an incredible show. As with her breasts, Safiya isn't quite as generously endowed in the ass department as some bad bitches, but what she has is all quality. As she twerks her hips, now fully naked, her bubbly cheeks bounce in perfect time, jiggling but never abandoning their firm, round shape. Her movements also give you your first real look at her pussy; her opening is still partly obscured by her thick pubes, but you can see that the soft pink lips within are already gooey, strings of her wetness clinging to the curls nearest her center.

You enjoy the view as the train passes the last stop before yours, and then, soon enough, arrives at your station. As the doors slide open, you beckon Saf to follow you; stopping her twerking, she quickly bends down to pull her shorts back up, then follows you off. Winding your way through the press of embarking passengers with her close behind, you emerge onto the platform. It's a beautiful afternoon, sunny and clear. As Saf draws up beside you, you're a little surprised and more than a little pleased to see her drop into another half-squat, hands on her knees and a relaxed smile on her lips, and spend a few moments thrusting her hips against empty air, as if fucking an invisible partner. It's an incredibly lewd gesture to do apparently unprompted, and your cum splattered all over her pubes only enhances the picture. Several people nearby on the platform throw surprised looks her way, though no one says anything.

"Watcha doing?" you ask.

She shrugs as she continues her humping. "Just feelin' myself." You shrug in turn as she seems to finish up. It's not as unusual a display from her as it might be from someone else—she is a bad bitch, after all, and few would begrudge her enjoying a body like hers. Still, even for such a woman, Saf seems especially at ease in her skin. Already, you realize, you're fully hard again, and you seriously consider tearing off those little shorts and just fucking her brains out right here on the platform. But no. You'll be more comfortable at home.

You lead the way from the station through your neighborhood, mostly occupied by large houses being used as multiple apartments, like the one you rent. You and Saf don't talk much along the way, and you leave her body be for the most part, aside from a few playful slaps and squeezes of her tight, round ass. Honestly, it's sort of a nice moment.

It's not long before you reach your building. Mounting the steps, you let her inside. It's nothing too impressive, but you keep it pretty neat, and you're confident you have nothing to be embarrassed about.

The light's already on in the living room. Heading inside, you find your roommate on the couch, reading something with a spaceship on the cover. You met last year when you responded to the want-ad he posted for someone to split the rent with; you wouldn't say you've become close friends since then, but you have no problem sharing the place.

Hearing you and Saf arrive, he glances up. "Hey." His eyes widen a little at the sight of the gorgeous, nearly naked woman standing before him, her crotch mostly exposed and covered in what's unmistakably cum. He's well used to you bringing home bad bitches by now, of course, but still, it always seems to catch him off a little bit. Or maybe Saf is just particularly appealing.

She offers him a polite smile. "Hey."

"This is Safiya," you explain, only half pausing on your way to your bedroom. "She might be spending the night." You beckon to her again as you open your door, and she follows. You leave your roommate to his reading, not bothering to close the door behind you.

Safiya takes a look around your bedroom. It could probably use a little dusting, but otherwise it's not bad. "Nice place," she declares with a slight nod of approval.

She turns back to you. "Got any weed?"