Movie Night at Erika's 1 - Arrival

Zoey's late, what a surprise. 6:30 pm was what you agreed upon. 6:15 you paused the video essay about the best cartoon character arcs to get dressed and make your way down the staircase (you're trying to avoid using elevators and escalators in a cheap attempt to feel sportier than you are). Now you're standing by the road, bike helmet at the ready, really curious about the last ~15 minutes of that YouTube video, freezing in the autumn air. It's not even that cold and it's also not like you're not wearing anything. It's probably just impatience making your body just kinda complain in whatever way possible. You're visiting Erika for a movie night and you sort of went for a hybrid style of her and Zoey: You're wearing the gray sweatpants Zoey recently forgot at your place, combined with a long-sleeve flannel shirt which is very akin to those Erika likes to rock. Only the black crop top underneath is kinda just you. Your hair's a bit of a mess today but neither of the two were ever ones to really care all that much. Zoey likes the disheveled look even, so who really gives a damn.

A few more minutes pass before you finally hear the engine of the same bike Zoey took you on a little tour with a few weeks back. And indeed, a moment later Zoey turns the corner and stops her bike right next to you. The old poser looks at you through her helmet and throws you a back-handed sideways peace sign. She kinda pulls it off though, in her leather jacket and baggy jeans.

"It's ya girl." she says and takes off her helmet, revealing her disheveled brown hair.

"And ma girl's late as always." you quip back, crossing your arms.

"Pfff and? Think about it - this way we won't be the first ones there." Zoey counters and steps off her bike. "Like, you never wanna be the first-"

"Zoey. We're the ONLY guests." you interject.

"Yeah, well, that's... hm. You might have a point." Zoey concedes, rubbing the back of her neck.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if you actively traded brain power for penis." you tease before giving her a quick kiss.

"Oh, other way 'round. You know, I would've had 12 inches but I wanted to have at least a little bit brain instead." Zoey counters and taps her temple.

"Heh, sure. Sure. That's the well thought out, balanced approach I know you for. Right." you chuckle and put on your helmet.

"Oh yeah? Well, a high IQ can't fuck your brains out, so shut up and get on here." Zoey retorts, gesturing to her motorbike. It's quite common for her to use her sexual prowess as a comeback and while that might lack creativity, you can't deny its legitimacy.

"We don't know that." you say nonetheless and swing yourself onto the motorcycle.

"No, we do. 'cause I do that and we both know I'm stupid." Zoey replies, puts her helmet back on and climbs on the bike herself. You simply just snicker a bit to yourself as you hold onto her waist. "By the way, you need to direct me. Never been at her place."

The resulting ride is rather short, even though you miss one or two turns because of lacklusterly paid attention on your end. That's kinda what happens when you sit behind your girlfriend, holding onto her nice, strong back. What? A girl's allowed to daydream a little here and there.

Erika lives a bit less central than you but still within the city. You obviously know her place and you know it to be pretty nice. Despite having always had the better grades in school than you, the girl actually decided against going to university. Instead, she apprenticed to become a watchmaker and now works full-time in a store selling and repairing expensive watches. That obviously means that she didn't have get by on minimum wage mini-jobs and earned some actual money these last few years and as such, her apartment is a lot nicer and bigger than yours. Well, it's still just a simple appartment with two rooms and a separate kitchen but hey, that's one room and a whole extra space more than you have.

"Alright, you might need to help me out here." says Zoey once you and her stand in front of the building in which Erika lives.

"Aha? Well, Zoey, we call this a doorbell..." you joke and step up to it. "Oh no, actually it's even more fancy than that: It's an intercom." you go on to which Zoey throws you a deadpan look.

"I meant with her, you ass." she tells you, prompting you to raise a curious eyebrow, not quite catching on. "Look, I'm not a good emotional support... person. And we don't know if her breakup could come up tonight, right? So I might need your help in that case."

"What? Zoey, I know this girl since 5th grade. First of all, I don't think she's the type to cry over things like that and secondly, if she does, I can deal with it. You just don't say anything and look sympathetic."

"Oh yeah? How's my sympathetic face??" Zoey asks and furrows her brow.

"Well... OR you focus on being attractive so she might not even think of Jonas at all." you suggest, not at all convinced. Not that Zoey can't feel sympathetic, but expressing it - that's a bit of a tough one.

"Hehe, that I can do." she grins widely. "I'm really a none-dimensional person, huh?"

"One-dimensional. And no, you're not." you reassuringly correct her and lean in to give her quick kiss. The fact that you immeditely feel her hand on your ass sort of undermines that statement though. Whatever, you press the door bell and wait.

Bzzt. "Come in. Second floor." is the curt response.

"Girl, I know which floor." you laugh and push the door open. Even though Erika's not one to invite people over often, you've been at her place dozens of times over the years.

"Did I mention I like stairs?" Zoey says, walking up the stairs behind you, watching your ass.

"As a matter of fact, no. Perv." you scoff, giving her a smirk over your shoulder.

"Strange, huh? And ever since the ass fuck the other day I seem to like them even more." she goes and smacks said body part.

"Ahem. I can hear you from up here." comes Erika's voice from somewhere up the staircase. God dammit.

"That was all her." you call out while you turn around the corner and spot Erika leaning against the doorway to her flat.

"You know, my trainer always said it takes two people for a bad pass." Erika quips and watches you both climb the remaining steps. She's in comfy attire today, baggy linen pants, fluffy socks, a tank top with... a surprising amount of cleavage? She has somewhat small boobs but still, she doesn't usually... emphasize (?) them like that. Her curly brown hair is done up in a bun, only a single lock framing her face.

"You know what, enough of that. Hi." you wave off and go in for a nice hug. It's the first time you see her since the Holland trip quite a few weeks ago. You squeeze her a little, she squeezes back a bit. She was never the big hugger, so that little is already something. After you comes Zoey who... might not know that.

"Sub." she greets and pulls her in for a much more hefty hug. These two make a wild picture. Erika is four inches taller than Zoey but Zoey is significantly buffer. *Significantly*. And you? You are somewhere in the middle, though definitely closer to Erika.

"Ah, hey. Nice to see you too." Erika wheezes a bit, obviously not prepared for the tight hug. It's quite funny how she just stands there awkwardly, getting squeezed by this much more muscular futa. Lucky for her, Zoey doesn't torture her for long and releases her. "Banger place you got here." she adds as she steps inside and looks around.

"R-right, thanks. You can go get comfortable in the living room. I'll join you in a moment." Erika replies and gestures towards where you know said living room to be. It's the only room other than her kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. "And don't mind Ulisses." Erika adds, refering to her cat, before vanishing into her kitchen.

"Just tell me if you need any help." you offer, kick off your shoes and walk to where she directed you. Zoey follows.

"Did I never mentioned she's really not a big hugger?" you whisper to Zoey once the two of you are out of earshot in the small living room where her projector's already running.

"Hmm, don't think so." Zoey thinks aloud and plops down on the couch. "But to my defence, she definitely likes a lot of body contact in, you know, other situations."

"I have not asked about details up to this point and I'm not gonna start now." you declare and take a seat next to her. Truth be told, the exact nature of Zoey's and Erika's sexcapades would interest you quite a lot, but there's just a very big risk of receiving information you'd much rather not have known about your long-time friend.

"Pff, I know deep down you'd like to- ayo, there's a cat." Zoey starts teasing before the sight of a small, gray ball of fur suddenly distracts her.

"Uh, yeah? That's what she was- hold on, who did you think Ulisses was??" you ask, genuinely baffled by the way her brain works sometimes.

"Pff, I dunno. Didn't really think about it." Zoey shrugs and leans forward, holding her hand out. "Come here, U... whatever your name was."

"Ulisses." you remind her once more.

"Fuck ass name for a cat, man." Zoey mumbles, eyes fixed on the animal, waiting for him to approach her - which he doesn't.

"Aha. Do tell then - what's a good cat name in your book?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"Purry or something, I dunno. Now come here!" Zoey tries, extending her arm a little further. Purry. Damn. Marvelous creativity at work here once again.

"Well, you do that. I'm gonna go help Erika with whatever she's doing." you tell her and get up from the couch. Before you leave the room, however, you make sure to flex on your girlfriend by walking by Ulisses, petting his soft fur to which he responds by rubbing his head against your leg. You have earned this little fella's affection hard and fair over weeks. Zoey's makes this pay-off only that much sweeter.

Erika then comes walking in with a plate in her hands. Of course her idea of snacks would be a variety of fruits and vegetables instead of chips and sweets. Well, you're not gonna complain because fresh fruits are lowkey better anyway. That's what's always empty first in any social gathering and for good reason too.

What still kinda of messes with your head is that cleavage, man. It just looks SO odd on her. Good, of course, but odd. You take a quick glance over at Zoey whose eyes are just leaving Erika's chest too. It's safe to say both of you did not expect this much titty from someone usually so modest. Neither of you are going to complain, that's for sure, but you're still curious about her unusual outfit choice. Were you and Erika alone you'd probably just ask her straight up but knowing her, she'd likely not be comfortable with 'Why all the boobage?' with Zoey around. Wait, maybe all the boobage is BECAUSE Zoey's around?