Home Date 1 - Anticipation

Alright, at this point you could just as well be full on naked. At least, that is what you think as you inspect yourself in your mirror. Sure, you wear a skirt - again, Zoey likes skirts - but aside from a skimpy thong and nothing more than pasties on your boobs, you are essentially butt naked. Yep, read that right. Only small black circles on your nipples. We'll get to that.

The thing is though, it's Friday but Zoey has to work late in the workshop. So, you two agreed that she would come over to your place afterwards. You didn't even define any activity for the evening like you did on your prior dates. Instead, you just decided for yourself to look as fuckable as possible for her and well, whatever happens, happens.

Just in case Zoey doesn't straight up take you the second she sees you, you could turn on Fletnix and watch whatever. Regardless of what you'll end up watching, it's not gonna be finished. Sure, things between you two might've become a tad bit romantic over these past few weeks, but the bottom line is, you absolutely need - no, require - this sexy as futa inside you. If we're being completely real about this, it's essentially a booty call.

Speaking of booty - you've kinda taken a liking to your own butt. Now wearing skirts so frequently for Zoey, you've started paying a little more attention to it and it's honestly not bad. Very shapely, considerung the little work you put into it. Honestly though, you should start working out. Zoey looks so fantastic, you should try and match her a little bit. Like, not in terms of muscle obviously. Just to pronounce your curves for her some more.

You're still inspecting your reflection. These pasties are new - just some simple black circles. In fact, you never owned any, never even thought of getting some. Well, then Zoey happened. She never outright stated she'd like to see you wear pasties, but that's just what your insight tells you. After all, she likes to have you keep your skirt on when she fucks you, so she has a thing for accessories to some extent. But while bras can be sexy too, you're not to keen on keeping on on during sex. Thus, pasties. Kinda sexy, flirty and playful. And not in the way when it comes to actual play. Zoey will surely like them. And if not, you can always take them off. As for the rest of your 'outfit' - she'll definitely like the skirt. It's short but frilled, so it's a bit wavy. And the thong - well, it's one she got for you, so she'll obviously like it. In fact, she bought it and some others as means to repay you for the ones she tore apart.

Zoey's late again. Which is not surprising. While it makes you grow impatient, it at least gives you even more time to perfect your looks for her. Not that there is much left to do. This new hair powder is doing wonders for your red mane. And the eyeliner - not to toot your own horn or anything - is looking sharp. Almost a shame it will hopefully be ruined at the end of the night.

BZZZT.

You jump up, startled by the uncomfortable buzzer sound. That must be her. Again, everybody else simply texts you when they're here.

"Hellooo?" you flirt through the intercom.

"Uh, I have a package for a Ronya?" a surprisingly strange voice answers and you immediately blush in embarrassment. Fuck, you just accidentally hit on some random delivery person! Wait, you don't expect any packages. And why would this person ask for your first name?

"I, uh, w-what package?" you stammer.

"I dunno, it's big and heavy." the person replies and after the initial shock has subsided, you realize what's going on.

"Fuck's sake, Zoey, just come up." you sigh and press the button to unlock the door. This fucking idiot.

"Heh, alright." you hear Zoey chuckle, dropping the fake voice. Dork.

After a few minutes, there's finally the expected knock on your door. You haven't yet made up your mind wether to hit her for her silly prank or wether to follow your initial plan and flirt her up regardless.

"Well hello, 'delivery guy'." you mock her as you open the door.

"Hehe, hey, ba- woah." the muscular girl grins but stops mid-sentence, her eyes widening as they see you. "Well, damn."

"What?" you smirk and lean against the doorway. As you do, you take a good look at her yourself. As usual, she has her cap on but the rest is very obviously her working outfit. A dirty, grey tank top and baggy, black overalls, the sleeves tied around her waist. There's grease and oil stains not just on her clothes but on her arms as well. This is honestly weirdly attractive. Then again, you have yet to see her in a non-attractive state.

"Uh, well, how do I say this..." she starts while her eyes stay glued to your mostly exposed body. "Smash."

Oh, ever the poet. Still, her bluntness does get a laugh out of you.

"Hah, thanks." you grin and step aside. "Come in."

"Gimme a sec." Zoey replies and instead of walking past you, she grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Obviously aware of what's to come, you wrap your arms around her neck and let her kiss you. It's too quick for making out but too passionate for a simple hello kiss. When she breaks the kiss, she holds for a moment and looks at you.

"I like these things on your tits by the way." she smirks and nods down at your chest. 'Things on your tits', geez...

"Thanks." you reply and roll your eyes.

"What? It's a compliment." Zoey protests and squeezes your butt.

"A very crude one, but yes." you tease her. "Now close the door before the entire floor sees me like this."

"Shit, you're mean for hiding this from them." jokes the futa but does as you told her.

"Well, unlike someone, I don't show myself to anyone interested." you shoot back over your shoulder.

"What can I say? I'm a charitable person." she grins and takes off her shoes.

"Of course." you smile at her. "So, are you good like that or do you wanna take a shower?"

"Nah, I'm fine." says the tomboy and stretches her muscular arms. "All the important parts are clean."

"Okay, then." you hum and sit down on your bed. "Anyway, I thought we might wanna watch a movie or something so I-"

"A movie?" Zoey deadpans and raises her eyebrow.

"Yes, a movie?" you repeat, slightly confused.

"Yeah, no." she says bluntly and steps closer. "You can't open the door dressed like that and expect me settle for a fucking movie."

"Oh, really?" you ask, acting innocent. "I thought, since you had such a long day, you'd want to, you know, relax a bit."

"Trust me, I can think of little else less relaxing than watching anything with you looking like that."

"So you're saying I'm too distracting..." you smirk. "You know, I could always change."

"Oh no, you will not." declares Zoey and drops her overalls. Underneath, she's wearing a pair of loose, black boxers, but her dick is already so hard, it's actually peeking out from her right leg hole. It actually looks a a bit funny.

"I must have some more decent clothes around here somewhere..." you muse and stand up.

"Sit the fuck down." sounds her sudden command and her authoritative tone actually catches you off guard. But very very positively so.

"But I should really-"

"Sit. Down." she repeats and points at the bed. Without another word, you plop back down.

"Good girl." smirs your date and somehow, each time she says it, you cringe less and less.

"Well, what do you wanna do if not watch something?" you ask and cross your legs, only to have her uncross them.

"You're a smart girl, figure it out." she teases and pulls her top off. Not even a sports bra this time, just nice, bare boobs and these godly abs.

"Hmmm, so many possibilities..." you pretend to muse and bite your lip as you lay down onto the mattress.

"We're being bratty today, huh?" Zoey grins and grabs her boner through her boxers, activating all kinds of neurons in your mind.

"I could never..." you fake innocence and spread your legs some more, easily enough for her to see the thong you're wearing for her under your skirt.

"Right." Zoey smirks and rubs her shaft. "Tell you what. How about you get over here and suck my dick while I decide how I'm gonna fuck you."

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. Maybe I-"

"Get the fuck over here." she cuts you off and the sudden change in her voice - for lack of a better phrasing - makes your coochie clench. Before you know it, you're sitting on the edge of your bed, about to pull her boxers down.