Comfy, cuddly anime time.

After acquiring the pillows from the closet and returning to the living room with Violet, I found the couches moved so they were a little closer to our extremely large TV. Evelyn and the rest of the guests were all seated and chatting comfortably with each other in their pajamas.

Evelyn, of course, was wearing the same oversized t-shirt from before and likely nothing else. When I entered the room, she gave me a grin and a wink. I smiled back at her, hopefully letting her know that things went well in the bedroom.

Lizabeth was seated next to her, clutching the bluray case in her hand. Evelyn hadn’t been kidding, her nightwear was much racier than I expected. It was a loose purple negligée set that had a lot of lace and cute frills. It looked very comfy but more importantly, sheer. I didn’t have to look very hard to see her nipple under the material and could even see that she was wearing a purple thong on her lower half. The idea that she was wearing something like this so casually in front of me was doing things to me.

On the other couch sat Heather and Roxie, both snuggled up in a gentle embrace. Roxie’s pajamas were about what I expected, a pair of hot pink fitness shorts that showed off all of her thigh, and a white crop top that was extremely loose. There was no sign of a bra, and in her current position I could even see a sliver of her perky underboobs. Heather, on the other hand, was in a silken black babydoll that looked extremely comfortable, especially on her.

Violet and I had been carrying a bunch of pillows and blankets, which we tossed unceremoniously into a pile between the two sofas. The rest of the guests all got up to grab what they wanted for the watch-party. The only one who didn’t was Heather.

“You don’t want any blankets or anything?” I asked her, trying to be a good host.

She only replied by crooking her finger at me.

I blinked and leaned in closer to her, thinking she was going to whisper something.

Without warning, she grabbed my arm and tugged me toward her.

“Wuh—!” I lost my balance and collapsed on top of her. “Oof! You okay?” I asked, quickly struggling to get up.

She tugged my arm again, making me fall back onto her, this time my face landed squarely on her breasts. “You’re my pillow,” she said.

Oh. I was okay with this. I moved around again but this time just to get in a less uncomfortable position and she helped me. I ended up sitting in her lap at a slight angle so we could both have our backs on the couch cushions behind us. My cheek was resting on her shoulder, and her hand was gently caressing my head. It kinda felt good, actually. I felt very secure, and since every inch of her body was soft, I felt very comfortable like this.

To break up a general silence in the room, I decided to ask, “Who has seen this series before?”

Evelyn, who was setting up the TV to watch the bluray, replied, “I think just us and Lizzy.”

I looked at Heather, Roxie, and Violet, each of whom shook their heads or shrugged.

“Well, it’s really good, especially when it picks up later in the first season. There are a lot of titties though, so be prepared for that,” I said.

“That’s good,” Violet said, smiling at me and winking. “I’m always down for a bit of fanservice.”

“I love boobies!” Roxie agreed, giggling and bouncing in her spot, making her own pair jiggle wildly in her crop top.

A really fine crowd we had here. I loved my girlfriend more and more by the minute for apparently having cooked these ladies up.

So it began, the first episode started up, and it was a lot of fun. People laughed at the funny parts, got invested at the tense moments, gave catty comments at the frequent nudity, and there were even a couple light-hearted debates about who the “best girl” and “top waifu” were.

I was able to participate in these moments but owing only to the fact that I had already seen the series, read the manga, and read the series of light novels the former two were based on. Truly paying attention to the show was proving to be a difficult task for two reasons.

Firstly, Evelyn had experienced just as much of the series as I had, and for her, it meant she wasn’t focusing on it at all. She was distracted by something else during the viewing, and that something was Violet.

The two were cuddling each other and that was putting it mildly. They were basically having a full-on make-out session on the couch beside me, their hands jammed down between their thighs. It seemed as though my wish to see them make out from earlier had been granted.

Secondly, Heather. Not only was she a very active hugger, but she was also an active cuddler. We shifted positions frequently and often traded the roles of “big spoon” and “little spoon” in different ways.

When it was my turn to be the big spoon, I did my best to emulate my girlfriend’s boldness and spent that time exploring Heather’s body with my hands. Just about every inch of it was very soft and slipping my hand into her silk nightie revealed that her pale skin was also very smooth, addictively smooth I would say. Out of all the boobs at the party so far, hers were the smallest but still more than a handful each, and their pillowy consistency more than made up for it. Her thighs, though. They were thicc, they were smooth, they were squishy, they were perfect. This woman was made for cuddling, perhaps literally.

While my hands did their thing, I couldn’t help myself. My hips were practically moving on their own, grinding my groin against whatever part of her body it was touching, usually her soft thighs or her butt. This was sort of embarrassing to do, but not as much as it had been with Violet, primarily because Heather was being a lot more reactive to it. She was actively engaging with the dry-humping by moving her leg or hips or whatever she needed to in order to make the experience more enjoyable. This woman was an absolute angel, I was almost ashamed of having thought she was mean when I first saw her.

When it was Heather’s turn to be the big spoon, things were just as interesting. One hand would be caressing various parts of my body including my chest, my thighs, my stomach, even my face and cheeks at one point when I had my head in her lap. Perhaps because I usually couldn’t grind against her in these moments, she continued to stimulate me with her other hand by rubbing and groping at the stiff tent in my hoodie.

This particular bit of stimulation was gentle most of the time, but it became much more intense anytime something erotic was happening on-screen in the anime. She also did it more vigorously whenever she caught me glancing or looking over at Violet and Evelyn’s make-out session. This increased intensity didn’t seem to be a punishment, in fact it felt more like encouragement. When I looked at something I liked, she wanted to help.

This did make things a little tense at times, though. As previously mentioned, I was kind of a quick shot, so there were more than a few moments where I had to actively stop looking at my couch-mates and basically edge myself because I was getting close. With the pure quantity of sperm that I could produce now, I knew I would be swimming in it if I came inside this hoodie.

So, the edging would continue through the entire show’s viewing, several hours of intense cuddling, grinding, groping, and dry-humping without release. Toward the end of the show, in the final episodes, Violet had moved on from just kissing my girlfriend to suckling on one of her breasts. Witnessing that scene alone would have been bad enough, especially paired with Heather’s intense hand movements, but I would have been able to handle it just fine if not for one very important detail. Violet was swallowing something. And at first, I had no idea what it might be until I noticed a small trail of white liquid seep out from her lavender lips.

Evelyn was lactating. Holy shit. Of course she would make herself lactate in her own dream. That was too much stimulation, and stimulation that I frankly wasn’t expecting. I was going to cum, fast.

My eyes went wide, and I quickly turned to look at Heather.

Thankfully, she seemed to correctly interpret my panic and quickly got to work. She grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around us at a speed that implied to me that she had been mentally preparing for this moment. By now it was too late, though, and I was already climaxing. I could feel the sticky wetness begin to rapidly fill my hoodie.

Heather soldiered on, though, and suddenly hopped up on my lap. Under the cover of the blanket, I felt my hoodie get displaced and then a sudden wet, warm tightness surround my ejaculating cock. Did she just—?

A finger was on my lips, and Heather made intense eye contact. When another load of cream pumped out of my length, her eyes fluttered a little and she blushed. That confirmed it, I was giving her a creampie.

In spite of the massive amount of sperm being pumped into the comfortable goth, she did a commendable job of setting up the situation in such a way that it looked totally mundane. To anyone else, it would just look like we were cuddling each other beneath a blanket.

Inside said blanket, however, my hips were bucking with each ejaculation, trying to get my cream deep within her each time, and her hips were responding in kind, pushing down against the base of my length to encourage it. But in spite of this blatantly erotic situation, there was a certain sweetness involved as well. During the entirety of this climax, Heather was holding my hands, clasping them tightly and lovingly. At the same time, she was making pointed, intense eye-contact, and anytime I shyly tried to turn away, she would move her eyes back into view. She wanted this.

“I-is it okay?” I whispered as quietly as I could. Briefly forgetting that I was dreaming and worried that today might not be a safe day for her.

She only replied with, “I love you.”

That nearly sent my sanity spiraling over the edge. I was inquiring about whether or not it was okay to get ger pregnant and her only response was to say that she loved me. It was short, it was simple, it was the only response I really needed to understand her perspective on the matter. Wow.

This exchange made the next few loads pumped into her even more intense, and she seemed to feel it because she smiled softly when they happened.

“So much,” she whispered breathily as I continued my orgasm.

I couldn’t really reply, my energy was being drained by her inner walls. For fuck’s sake, even her vagina was comfortable, what the hell?

Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I could feel her heated breath, and now that her chest was pressed against mine, I could feel her heartbeat. Just like with Violet, it was rapid and frantic, her confession was definitely not a lie.

When my climax finally ended, we didn’t move. We continued to hold hands and I remained inside of her for the rest of the show. We also continued to maintain eye contact and kiss occasionally. She would smile every now and again, and I’d feel her inner walls tighten a little when she did, almost as though her pussy was giving my cock a hug. It was nice. Heather was nice, and apparently very romantic.

Then the anime ended, the end credits of the final episode were scrolling by. I was starting to worry about how exactly I was going to get out of this situation without anyone noticing. My clothes were absolutely wrecked.

Just then, the lights turned on.

“Close your eyes,” Heather said, and I did.

There was some shuffling and chit-chat going on, mostly about the show, when Evelyn announced, “Let’s move to the dining…” she almost said “room” but likely noticed, as I had, that it wasn’t really a room, “… area? Zone? Fuckin’—let’s move to the table for the L&L stuff.”

Everyone giggled and began moving, but Heather called Evelyn over to us. Ah, so she wanted me to look like I had fallen asleep so she’d have an excuse to get my girlfriend. Clever.

“What’s up?” Evelyn asked when she arrived.

I decided it was safe enough to open my eyes by that point and I did.

Heather didn’t verbally respond to Evelyn’s question; she just shifted the blanket to create an opening that Evelyn could look into.

“Holy shit, dude,” she exclaimed in a whisper, “you two got busy.”

“My clothes are pretty soaked I think,” I said, summarizing the current problem.

“I’m surprised the whole apartment isn’t flooded from that. Wait, did I swallow all of that earlier? I’m kinda impressed with myself.”

Heather chuckled a little.

“Bet there’s even more inside Heather here.” Then Evelyn grinned at me proudly, “Look at you, my little Yunnie is growing up so fast, giving my friends creampies on the first date. What a player.”

I blushed, “Can you just help us already?”

She laughed and then said, “Yeah, yeah, take off your clothes and bundle them up in the blanket. I’ll put ‘em in the bathroom hamper. In exchange, I’ll just give you this,” she then swiftly yanked off her oversized grey shirt and tossed it on the couch next to me. She was now completely nude again.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Hey, you’re the one who said it, right? I don’t wear pajamas anyway.”