Meet the Girls 1 - First Contact

Maybe, potentially, you'll regret this. Introducing your fuckboy of a date to your _female _besties certainly carries a certain risk. However, while Zoey seems to have the tendency to bang every second hot girl she meets, Denise and Erika should be sensible enough to not jump her. Erika has a boyfriend anyway. He's a bit of a dick but he exists and counts. Ehhh, it'll be fine.

Sitting in your tiny two-room flat, you wait for your three guests to arrive. It'll be pretty cramped in here but you'll manage. Initially, Zoey and you agreed on her coming a bit earlier so you could give her a quick show of your place, but as appears to be a reoccuring theme, she's late.

You've already tidied up the room, so the only useful thing left to do is check yourself. You obviously want to look hot for Zoey, but since your friends are gonna be here too, you don't wanna go all out. Zoey did strike you as someone who appreciates the low-key, so you went for a fairly simple white crop top with just enough cleavage to entice but not too much to make it obvious. As for the bottom - Zoey made it a point she likes skirts, so you're gonna be wearing a skirt. Just one that's a tad bit longer than the last two. Hopefully this pair of penties will survive for once. Speaking of, she still owes you two!

Readjusting your ponytail once more, you're content with your appearance. You're not going overboard, but you'd say you look cute. Then your phone buzzes.

'stop making out were outside :P' says the text from Denise. You shake your head with a chuckle and press the intercom button for the door to the appartment complex to open for them. Your flat is on the fourth floor, so they'll have a little walk. Zoey better have a good excuse to be this late. She was supposed to be here before the others and now she hasn't even made it in time with them. Your door bell rings.

Opening the door, you are greeted by the familiar sight of your two friends. Erika, the one with the boyfriend, is an old friend from school. She's your age and a tad taller than you, having reached the six foot mark. Her brunette hair lacks the red shade of yours, but it's much curlier. As a very sporty person, Erika is very lean and fit. That obviously gives her a really nice butt and stomach, but takes a bit away in the chest appartment. Is it weird that this is even part of the description? Maybe, but you're bi for a reason. Anyway, Erika's dressed quite modest, in some tight jeans and a cute blouse.

Denise is a year younger than you and you met her in college since she's doing arts too. As someone of portuguese heritage, her skin has a darker complexion and her hair is very dark too. The fact that she's a mere five foot on a good day makes for some great jokes, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in - and pardon the phrasing - thiccness. This girl has curves, man, she gives the shortstack from the cinema a run for her money. Weirdly enough, she seems not particularly hesitant to accentuate said curves today. She's rocking a very form-fitting shirt with even a little boob cut-out and a pair of shorts that, well, could've been a bit longer. Obviously, you wouldn't normally even think of complaining, but knowing about Zoey's and Denise's tendencies, you can't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Heyyyy!" Denise, lively as usual, greets you and follows up with a tight hug. The sensation of her honkers pressed against you is certainly not lost on you.

"Hey guys." you smile and return the embrace. "Come in."

Denise immediately hops inside while Erika gives you a significantly more reserved hug - which is nothing to be worry about. She's just not the touchy type.

"Now where's your lover?" Denise asks and scans the small room.

"Well, first of all, I dunno if 'lover' is the right term." you correct her, downplaying how the two evenings with her up to this point have gone down. They don't have to know everything. Yet. "But she's late."

"Heh, makes for a great first impression." Erika chuckles and sits down on your desk chair.

"I think you'll like her." you reply and take a seat on the bed, next to Denise.

"She's a buff lesbo. Of course we'll like her!" laughs the latina and nudges you. Oh, right. Maybe you didn't tell them that Zoey isn't technically a girl. Well, while it is certainly a very much noteworthy aspect of her, you didn't wanna out Zoey without permission. Plus, it's not important anyway. At least not to them. To you - boy, has it made itself matter that she carries something down there.

BZRRRRT!

You flinch at the sound of the intercom. No one you know uses this thing. Just like Erika and Denise, they usually just text you when they're here. But Zoey hasn't been here before, so... yeah, you'll have to tell her.

"Guess that's her." you say and stand up to buzz her in.

"Oooh, I'm exited!" Denise squeals and bounces on your bed, making certain things bounce with her.

"Poor girl's gonna have quite the expectations to meet." Erika remarks jokingly.

"I'm sure she'll manage." you roll your eyes with a smile and, noticably sooner after entering the buidling than the other two, a knock comes from the door. These three flights of stairs are less of a challenge for her, huh?

Feeling nervousness bubble up inside you, you open the door to find Zoey standing before you. The first thing you notice are her bare arms and shoulders. She's sporting a black, sleeveless hoodie and damn, does it make her look fine as hell. Naturally, her trademark cap adorns her head, flipped backwards as usual, and to round out her casual attire, she went for some baggy camo-pants.

"Sup." smiles the muscular tomboy and looks you up and down.

"Hi." you greet her and before you can really react, she pulls you in for a deep kiss. Your surprised gasp is muffled by her lips and your body stiffens at the sudden intimacy.

"Shit, how you always look this good?" Zoey says once you two separate. While you struggle to think of the best reply, your agency is pretty much taken away by a loud, high-pitched squeal from behind. Oh boy, here we go.

"Oh." Zoey only mumbles and looks past you. "They're here already."

"Uh, yeah." you answer, a little embarrassed by the passionate kiss you just involuntarily put on display.

"Hiii!" Denise jumps off the bed and skips over to the door.

"Hey." Zoey nods and extends her hand.

"I'm Denise!" beams the short, bubbly latina and shakes her hand. "Holy shit, you are built!"

"Hah, thanks." she grins in response. "I'm Zoey. In case she didn't mention the name yet."

"No, she didn't." Denise replies and - as if this was now her flat all of the sudden - leads her into the room.

"So, this is my place." you say and close the door before you follow them. Then Zoey's eyes find Erika. And vice versa. And both eyes widen.

"Oh, uhm, hi." Zoey mutters after a strange moment of hesitation.

"Well, ahem, hi." Erika replies and there is DEFINITELY something going on here. Instantly alert, your eyes dart back and forth between the two.

"Do... you know each other?" you ask, already fearing for the worst.

"Well, briefly." the futanari answers and scratches her neck.

"Yeah, briefly." the brunette echoes, doing the same.

"Great! Spares us the introduction!" Denise exclaims and claps her hands before leaping back onto the bed. While you do appreciate her relieving some of the sudden tension, you are dying to know what's up and Erika seems to notice.

"We just, we met at the gym." the sporty brunette waves it off and flashes a reassuring smile.

"Exactly." Zoey confirms and sits down next to Denise. "Man, the world's small."

There is 100% more to this story. Please, god, let it not be what you're thinking. Again, you're not the most jealous type, you've only known Zoey for three weeks anyway, but this? This would be SO awkward.