Meeting a cute shortstack.

This place was huge; I could host a jousting tournament here. The living room alone was bigger than our actual real apartment. The decoration around the whole place was very minimalist, sleek, modern, and built for comfort above all else. Interestingly, it had exactly the sort of decoration I would have given a penthouse if I had a lot of money. Any decorations that I wouldn’t have chosen seemed like something Evelyn would choose, and it all blended together pretty well giving just a tasteful hint of goth and the macabre.

The layout of the penthouse seemed to be a four-bedroom two-bath affair, however two of the bedrooms had been converted into a cozy office/study. One had loads of books on shelves, a desk with a laptop on it, and a very comfortable reading chair. This was obviously a room meant for Evelyn, as she had always been a bookworm and an aspiring author. A second bedroom was converted into a gaming room. There was a high-end gaming computer, every console that I’d ever liked or wanted, shelves stocked with every game I’d ever played, a comfortable sofa with drink holders, and another of the expensive-looking TVs. The remaining two bedrooms were a guest bedroom and the one I began the dream in.

The kitchen was fully stocked with all sorts of culinary implements and tools. While neither of us had all that much cooking experience, I’d always wanted to learn the finer arts of cooking things other than spaghetti. So, it made sense that my ideal apartment would be ready to accept such efforts to learn.

Then there was the balcony. A door in the living room led out onto the roof of the high-rise with a tall, glass fence surrounding the perimeter. A large awning extended over a spacious patio with comfortable chaises, chairs, and a grill nestled into one corner. If you left this patio, you’d find a pool. That’s right, this place even had a rooftop pool and a built-in jacuzzi.

This penthouse was way more than I deserved, frankly, I had literally done nothing to earn a place like this. But if I had to guess, the “canon” of this dream was that I had actually made it big with my digital art, possibly combined with Evelyn making it big with her writing. This was meant to be an ideal scenario for us.

The bathroom I peeked into looked huge and elaborate with both a corner tub and a fancy shower stall. I didn’t look into the other bathroom, mainly because Evelyn was still in there and even though we were dating and I knew she wouldn’t care if I saw her naked, I’d always felt really weird about walking in on people in the bathroom. Evelyn teased me about that particular quirk a lot.

I was about to check out what was on dream TV while waiting for the guests to arrive, but then the doorbell rang. Since Evelyn was still in the shower, the task of answering the door would have to fall on my shoulders. It took me a moment to truly identify where the entrance was, but when I found it, I opened the door and beheld a cutie.

She was very short, probably only barely reaching five feet, and petite in just about every sense except in terms of her bust, which was proportionally quite large but still smaller than Evelyn’s. She was dressed in a frilly, lacy gothic lolita dress with a low neckline that showed off considerable cleavage.

She had blonde hair which was long and while most was loosely falling behind her shoulders, she also had a cute pair of tiny pigtails on the sides tied with purple ribbons that matched her outfit. In her small hands was a phone which she seemed completely and totally glued to, she barely seemed to manage to pry her eyes away from it to address me.

“Um, hello Seo,” she greeted somewhat awkwardly but also very familiarly with an absolutely adorable smile. Seemingly, I was meant to already know some of these people, I’d have to keep that in mind. And now that I thought about it, this girl did look a lot like how Evelyn’s dream diary described one of her friends.

“Hi, Lizabeth,” I said, smiling as I gambled on the name. “Come on in.”

She nodded but didn’t walk past me, instead throwing her arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. She did so with complete and total disregard for the kind of affect her large breasts might have on a healthy young guy like me.

“I told you to call me Liz, silly,” she said.

“Oh, right,” I chuckled but returned the hug, hugging her back and thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her boobs against my belly.

“I missed you Seo,” she smiled brightly up at me and then got up on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the lips.

Okay, so two things. Firstly, this girl was so god-damned precious, I needed to protect her sweetness at all costs. Secondly, she was very forward. If she was familiar with me then she must have known that I was dating her freind and yet she still gave me a kiss right on the lips without any hesitation. Very bold. Could there have been an alternate explanation, though? She didn’t seem like the type to just cross a boundary like that, especially when I thought about the description that I got of her in the dream journal.

“I missed you too,” I replied, not wanting to leave her hanging.

She beamed and only then did she release me and step into the living room.

“Evelyn is still in the shower; she’ll be out in a minute. Can I get you anything?” I asked after her.

“No thanks,” Lizabeth replied and sat down on the couch. Even though she had the whole sofa to herself, which looked like it could fit at least four people, she practically squeezed herself onto the very edge, setting her purse down on the end-table and going back to her phone. Something on that thing really had her attention, it seemed.

I wasn’t really the sort of person to snoop, but I couldn’t help myself as I walked over to where she was. I caught an amazing over-the-shoulder view down the cleavage of her dress, but also could kinda see what was on her phone screen. I noted that the name of the person she was texting was “Sebastian”, and oh boy, there were walls of text going on. I couldn’t really read any of it, but there was definitely some drama happening. In spite of this, Lizabeth was still putting on a smile as she typed away furiously, it was just a little less convincing than the one she’d given me at the door.

Then I suddenly heard my girlfriend call out, “There’s my Lizzy! I’m so happy you came by.” Evelyn was strutting across the hardwood toward us from the direction of the restroom, wearing absolutely nothing but a towel. She definitely wasn’t shy, but that wasn’t a trait unique to dream-Evelyn.

Lizabeth beamed and stood up, walking over to my lover and hugging her tight, “I was doing some errands and finished earlier than expected.” I could have been overthinking things, but this sounded to me like it was a rehearsed response. The walls of text on her phone had me looking at things from a slightly different angle.

“Yunnie,” Evelyn got my attention, “you’ve met Lizzy, right? She’s been my friend since elementary school.” To my knowledge, Evelyn had no such friend, or any friendships that had gone on that long besides ours. But this was the background outlined in the dream diary, so I didn’t question it.

“I’ve been over here before, of course he has,” Lizabeth replied and blushed in embarrassment. “You ask every time I come over.”

“Can you blame me for wanting to show you off to everyone?” Evelyn asked and hugged the girl from behind, pressing her tits against the back of her head. “You’re so fucking cute it drives me crazy!”

“Lyn, stop!” the tiny blonde protested but giggled all the same. “You’re in nothing but a towel!”

“Oh right, it would be a real shame if my towel got loose and suddenly came off, then I’d be naked,” Evelyn said hollowly and grinned as she wiggled against the smaller woman to loosen the towel.

“Ahh!” Lizabeth tried her best to escape, but it was no use, the towel suddenly dropped to the ground and Evelyn was now hugging her in the nude.

“Oops! That’s a darn shame, wouldn’t you say, Yunnie?” she asked me.

“A darn shame,” I agreed but did nothing to help.

Then Evelyn suddenly reached up and squeezed the small blonde’s tits, “My god girl, your tits are so fucking squishy I love them!”

Lizabeth blushed but was still giggling, “Lyn, you’re tickling me!” She was squirming in place but not really making any true effort to escape my girlfriend’s clutches.

“Yunnie c’mere, you gotta come feel these.”

I blinked. Did my girlfriend really just offer to have me come and feel up another girl? The fact that Evelyn made the offer wasn’t so surprising given our previous conversation, the shocking part was that she expected Lizabeth to be on-board for the idea. I hesitated.

“C’mon, we’re all girls here,” Evelyn said, and I was about to correct her but then she winked at me. Glancing at Lizabeth, her expression didn’t show any hesitancy toward the idea nor any signs of correcting the blatant misgender. That’s when I understood everything. It seemed crazy, but I think that I was going to be treated like a girl while in this dream.

This was kind of a fantasy come to life, honestly. This kind of scenario was one I fantasized about often. I was always fascinated by the idea that girls did slightly sapphic things with each other behind closed doors and in their exclusive hangouts. And while I knew that this didn’t actually happen except in certain circles, I liked to fantasize that it did and that I could be invited to those gatherings. It wasn’t why I cross-dressed—I just felt more comfortable presenting in a feminine manner—but I’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of me that secretly always wanted it to be an access pass of sorts into the hidden lives of ladies.

But now I was invited to one of those gatherings and being “one of the girls” meant I could do really pervy stuff like Evelyn was doing right now. That was why the cute blonde had kissed me so brazenly and why she wasn’t protesting to the idea of me just going over and fondling her, in the world of this dream, these were just platonic gestures of friendship between girls.

I stepped toward her and felt a small tilt of vertigo as I reached my hands out and grabbed the tiny blonde’s sizeable boobs.

Lizabeth squeaked, “Ah! Not you too, Seo!” she exclaimed but with no real venom in her tone.

I took full advantage by squeezing the delightful mounds of flesh and getting a good feel for them. They were very squishy indeed.

“They’re amazing, right?” Evelyn asked, grinning at me.

“Heavenly,” I replied, realizing it was going to be difficult for me to stop now that I’d started.

“Ugh, you two are the worst!” Lizabeth protested but looked like she was enjoying herself because she couldn’t stop giggling. This was actually happening, she was just going to let me do this.

Then a buzzing sound came from her hand. Her phone was ringing. Her face immediately grew more exasperated. “I think I need to take this,” she sighed, finally frowning a little since she first arrived, and when Evelyn released her, she walked toward the hallway leaving me alone with my naked girlfriend.

“Teasing her is so much fun,” Evelyn said and stretched her arms, making her large bust wobble a little.

“She’s cute,” I agreed.

“Such a precious little cinnamon roll. I’m really proud of all the girls you’re gonna meet tonight, but Lizzy holds a special place in my heart.” As she explained, Evelyn folded and tucked her arms under her naked bust. “Oh, shit, you don’t mind me breaking character, do you?”

Now that I thought about it, this was kind of like an elaborate roleplay, “I mean, it’s fine.”

“I’ll try to save it for when we’re awake. For now, I’ll just say don’t let that innocent and sweet demeanor fool you, she is a little perv. Just wait ‘till you see her jammies.”

“You are a terrible influence on her,” I replied and nodded to her general nudity.

“Shut the fuck up, dude, you love it, and you know it,” she retorted and gave my arm a playful punch.

She wasn’t wrong, though, I was enjoying the view greatly. She had the same wonderfully-shaped teardrop breasts topped with large but very light nipples—only a shade pinker than the rest of her pale skin—that I’d fallen in love with. Not to mention hips that didn’t lie, and thicc thighs that probably could save lives.

“Anything else I should know about the guests of the evening?” I asked, only momentarily distracted by the slammin’ figure of the love of my life.

“Just that Lizzy isn’t the only one who’ll be receptive to a little skinship. All the girls coming here will be cool with stuff like that. We’ve both seen anime, remember Demon Kanojo? That one chick that always molests the other girls and can get away with it for some reason? Pretend you’re her.”

“Everyone will be cool with that?”

“Yeah, go nuts. I’m cool with it, they’re cool with it, everyone’s cool with it. I’d avoid going too crazy with Lizzy, though, she’s got a boyfriend. Everyone else is single, besides me,” She winked.

“Sounds like fun,” I admitted and nodded.

“Alright, babe, I’m gonna go put on some jammies.”

“You wear pajamas? Since when?”

“STFU, dude,” she flipped me the bird, laughed, picked up the towel from the ground, and began strutting back to our room.

The doorbell rang again.