Just a night together

I hadn't checked my phone in a while, but nothing much has happened. Mom wrote me that she was done and grateful for being able to bring her stuff home, I just responded with a kissing emoji.

There was a new problem for me, however. What to do with Donna? She was at +84SP and although we talked a lot about out past and what we think of our bodies, she... never opened up around me as Amber or mom did. The app was clearly always pushing me in a sexual direction, but I had hoped that it would be nicer than that...

I waited in front of Donna's apartment and greeted her with a little kiss. She was wearing a different outfit this time, skin tight hotpants that left little to the imagination and a shirt that ended shortly after her breasts and also exposed a lot of cleavage.

"Like what you see, stud? I put this on just for you."

"You're always looking hot, Donna, don't worry."

"Yeah but don't you think going the extra mile was worth it?" She grabbed my arm while walking and hugged it a bit. My arm was now tightly pressing on her boobs. "You can feel way more than that once we're at your place."

"Well then let's hurry up. I'll try to be quick with the cooking."

At my new second home, I noticed what my mother has done. She cleaned everything to the point where you couldn't tell that this was a searched place for nearly a week. She took some of her books home, too, but it wasn't looking suspiciously empty, either. This woman was a pro at this.

I started to cook while Donna was on the kitchen counter. Mom had forgotten today's newspaper. Or maybe she left it there to make me look smart and classy? Who knows? "James, do you have a pen?" I quickly grabbed one that laid where mom would have usually written her grocery list and gave it to her.

"What do you need it for, Donna?"

"D-Don't laugh at me, promise?"

"Promise, Donna."

"I-I like doing the crossword puzzles in here. And the sudoku! They're all so fun. I usually do them after work at home, but today I have other plans with a hot guy... Dick bigger than this rolled up newspaper." Donna +7SP (+91SP) Man, this must have been a big secret for her.

We both started laughing. "I didn't know you liked these puzzles, Donna."

"Y-Yeah, it's not really all that charming for many people. I like the classic stuff too, not the new word games that gets young people interested in newspaper puzzles nowadays. I'm not judging, it's just not my thing, you know?"

"I think it's great that you found something you like. Maybe I was right about that classy dress last time."

Donna was laughing again. "I don't think so, dude. Look at how much more you stare now. Way better outfit."

The food was now ready and so we ate.

"You know James, you cook really well for a dude. I've been on dates before where the guy fucks up even simple toast, but you're holding up well."

"Thanks, Donna. I mean, I kind of have to cook living all on my own. New employees don't exactly earn enough to order takeout every day either."

"Yeah, that's true." She was briefly lost in thought. "Hey James, if you decided to live together with a person, a partner, what kind of chores would you like her to do?"

"Hm, that's a good question. I can cook decently well, so that's never been an issue for me. I can't repair shit though, never had to learn it in my life. Personally, I really dislike the dishwasher. I don't know why but it feels the most pointless to me. Like that Greek guy pushing a boulder up the mountain."

"Sisyphus?"

"Yeah, that guy. What about you Donna?"

"This might sound a bit cliche, but anything with finances, I don't get. My man will have to do the budgeting, and tax returns, and stuff. I know, silly woman can't do math and all that jazz, but I'm genuinely bad at it."

"Ugh, you reminded me how bad my tax return will be... Especially with the company... But I should be able to do it, I've been able to do it the past as well, it'll just be a bit more complex this time. Either way, Donna, tax returns are meant to be complicated and you're a smart woman, even if you have trouble with numbers. If we all were perfect at everything, nobody would need a college education or specialization, right?"

"I... I guess so. Let's fuck after you finish."

Right, I had forgotten something. There was something in the app that I had hoped to do. I ignored everything new it tried to shove in my face, because I didn't want to make Donna wait. I had one upgrade in mind that I could finally afford.

Sex Machine II -> III (500 Total SP):
User can keep having sex for the biological limit (ca. 4 hours) at a time, will have to rest after. User can control when they orgasm.

And... bought. I felt a slight tickle and heat in my body for a second, until it settled down.

"Let's go, Donna."