Not right at all

_Edit: I'm cleaning the timeline here up a bit. This is taking place on a Friday night, the Rally Rehearsal is on Sunday, and the Rally is on Monday. New chapter should be out tonight.- - - - - -

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My place isn't exactly what you'd expect a lawyer to live in. Again, I work for a fucking public school district. It's essentially a studio apartment with the only things breaking up its otherwise decently sized rectangular design is a bathroom and a kitchen island, nothing special but I also like how few walls there are in it. I spent a few years at a big law firm before moving back home to take care of my mom. Nowadays I spend most of my time at her house and live in my sister's old room since she moved into mine. Her house is closer to my office than my flat, has my mom there for me to help take care of (and vice-versa, frankly), and has more room so I don't have to get a storage locker or something. Still, she insisted I get my own place (even though I spend most of my time at hers) in case I ever met any girls to bring home. The standard "I want to see my grandchildren some day!"

Somehow I doubt this is what she had in mind.

Before leaving the school, I told Zoe my address since we both had cars at the campus and that I'd order in some dumplings for us. She should be arriving soon. Damn my weak, sexually starved prostate and the inherent power of girls with large breasts. They **** me to do this, your honor. Zoe said she would need a few hours and in my weakness, I saw it as an opportunity to drink a lot of pineapple juice. No doubt she was getting some lingerie or something, she seemed sufficiently happy about it. The food arrived, I put out some plates and poured myself a beer (I got a soda for her). And just sat there regretting everything. I regretted bumping into her, I regretted helping her, I regretted not stopping everything. I also regretted not getting her number so I could call her and call this all off. I was in for it, now, and it wasn't long before she showed up.

She was dolled up, or her version of dolled up. Someone had done her makeup and I doubt it was her. It wasn't much, just cleaned her up a bit. She was wearing a white shirt, a black leather jacket, and jeans. She was wearing the same sneakers as earlier. I internally chuckled when they were probably her only shoes. She was wearing some fragrance I didn't recognize but liked, and carrying a pastry box. "Hi, may I come in?" she asked politely. I swallowed, resigned myself, and let her pass. Behind her, the woman in the flat across the hall gave me a knowing, yet approving look.

I closed the door and finished setting the table. I had some spicy pork dumplings and she had some bao. We made nice conversation, talking about the food, the cannoli she brought, her career goals, and then the rally on Monday. That last one caused her to falter a bit. "Oh right," she said. "I'm going to lead the rally on Monday..." and she looked terribly sad.

I had to ask. "And what's wrong with that?"

"Well, I'm not a lesbian anymore!" she replied, waving her phone at me in reference to that confession video she made earlier. In it she clearly declared she was no longer a lesbian. "I can't really lead the LGBT rally when I've just about left the LGBT!" She was clearly tortured by this.

"Well, the full acronym has 'A' in it for 'allies'," I said, trying to find a loophole for her. "Even if you're not gay you still believe in the message, right?" It sounded good in my head.

She scoffed and sighed. "Thanks for litigating for me, counselor," she said sarcastically, then lightened up a bit, "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but 'the message' as you put it only has power because of the representation. I can't lead the LGBT club, or even just the rally, as a straight girl. It's not right." I wasn't going to argue with her. I neither had any stake in this, nor did I really care about it beyond the girl across from me.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

She sighed again. "We're all meeting for a rehearsal on Sunday. I have to hand it off to one of the other members... but enough about that," and she looked towards me. "Let's... let's have sex now."

If I weren't already thinking this myself, I would've laughed at her lack of tact. But I'm a man, goddammit. I've made this bed, time to lie in it... so to speak. I reached behind her neck and kissed her, letting my tongue mark the insides of her mouth. After a moment the kiss broke and I gestured with my head to my bed. I walked over to it, a standard queen size, and sat down, unbuttoning my shirt as I did so. Zoe followed me over awkwardly. She left her jacket on the floor and took off her pants, revealing her panties. They were, as I expected, black lingerie. She went home to arm for battle, after all. She couldn't come here without the secret weapon. I did, however, wonder how she managed to hide a black bra under a white shirt.

I wasn't sure what to say. What was objectively beautiful was obvious. A good figure, fairly large tits, and great physique. Some of it wasn't my exact cup of tea, like some muscles (namely her butt) that were a bit too toned to the point of losing some feminine charm, but overall she was lovely. Before I could say anything she crawled on the bed, stuck her butt into the air, and her face into the blankets

We're getting right into it, I suppose. I took my pants off, and...