June Aldrich + Jonah Leonard (Best Friends) + Demon Girl.

“Wait, this is Jonah’s house!?” you screamed in your mind once you saw his family photo hanging from a nearby wall. You and Jonah had been very close friends since you were very little, back when you were recovering from an ****. You were still trying to repress the memories of the whole event but with out going into much detail, you went trough some shit that no six year old girl should ever go through, or any one for that matter.

After the **** you shut off from the rest of the world. You didn’t speak, you barely ate, and you refused to interact with anyone. It wasn’t until Jonah came into your life that you finally came out of your shell. Granted you had become a completely different person from what you were before but at lest you were interacting with people again. It has now been fifteen years since that event and thought you were still haunted by it, for the most part you had made a full recovery.

Once you finally realized who’s home this was and who you probably slept with, your heart started to race as did your mind. “Fuck!” You though aloud, “He’s probably beside himself!” Granted you were a lot more open to sex than what you were after the incident, but still as far as Jonah knew he might as well have taken you against your will. Thankfully you could still hear him from inside the shower so he hadn’t run to far.

Upon realizing your situation, you decided that it might be best if you stuck around and tried to explain to Jonah that you weren’t pissed at him. You went back into his room, took one look at his wall mounted mirror, and groaned when you realized that you were still in the nude. You must have been more hung over than you thought.

You are a Latin woman, or at least sixty percent Latin. Your father was of Irish descent while your mother’s family came from Cuba. Because of your hybrid genome, your skin was a very light brown and your eyes were green. You had short black hair with red highlights, and a combover to try to hide some of the scars on the right side of your face. Despite the scars, you are still a very lovely woman of twenty one. You had a toned curved body, D cup breasts with dark nipples, and lovely strong legs.

You decided the best thing to do about your nakedness was too first, close the blinds so that Jonah’s perverted neighbors didn’t see you, then cover yourself up. As you looked around the room you noticed that your clothes was scattered about the room. You and Jonah must have really been going at it. You thought about gathering your clothes, but your pounding head convinced you to do other wise. So instead you opened Jonah’s dresser and pulled out the first shirt you could find.

The shirt was…appropriate for the moment. Jonah was roughly one shirt size larger than you, so you had no trouble covering yourself down to your upper thighs, it was just that it was one of his old science fiction shirts. It had some guy dressed in a silver space man suit holding a green scantily clad green woman close to his chest. You think you have only seen Jonah wearing this outfit once, and judging by how worn out it, he probably only used it as a pajama shirt.

Now that you were mostly appropriate, you to a seat on his bed, facing the bathroom door and waited for him to come out. Hopefully he wasn’t too freaked out from having slept with his best friend.