Cuddlin' and Chattin': The lighter side of sexposition

Despite the mess, thanks to a combination of your aim and Morgan's preparation (and sizable target area), the both of you avoided getting anything on your clothes and are able to clean up rather quickly thanks to a short rinse in the shower. Or rather, what was supposed to be a short rinse. To save time, you both decided to shower together. And of course, it'd only be a time saving to wash one another, right? I mean, sure, what began as a friendly wash of Morgan's silky breasts quickly led to a resurgence for the ol' Louisville Slugger. But you're both responsible people, so you were of course able to let it rest there, and simply focus on getting clean.

Right after Morgan gave you a quick repeat performance of "The Dressing Room Incident" and you gave her another (though slightly less voluminous) coating of fuck frosting.

But after that, you were both clean and dressed once more. Morgan, to your surprise and joy, has taken the opportunity to raid your closet. She's back in the black jeans she came in, but it's accompanied by one of your comfier T-shirts that you mostly use for sleeping. It's black, of course. Your girl stays on brand, even in someone else's clothes. Not that she wouldn't look great in any of your shirts, of course. Despite wearing a shirt that's sized for a man that's taller than her, her tits fill the thing out so much that when she's standing, she's still got a fair amount of midriff exposed, though it's underneath the stretched out tent of fabric. The view is positively obscene, though with how much she's **** out of your personal stockpile in the last few minutes, you're not in any state to act on it. Of course, you made damn sure to take a mental snapshot of the delectable sight. That's a definite keeper.

In any case, you've moved your little meeting of the Tarot Fuck Club into your apartment's living/front/dining room, to better enjoy one another's company. And to better enjoy your cousin's Netflix account, of course. The two of you are currently chilling on the couch with an episode of some cop procedural on in the background as you look over your phones, Morgan lying on her side with her head in your lap.

"Yeah, I'm sure now," Morgan eventually says while looking at her phone. "Justice is my choice, and Becky's the one for me. Uh, I mean you. Us?"

"Us is good. I'm cool with us."

"Dope. Pull up Becky's profile in your app, I want to know if you can buy perks for her yet. I'm wondering if the app locks a profile's purchase screen behind an achievement wall or something."

"As far as I know, the only time I can't see the purchases for a profile is if I buy something. Right after I bought you your new boobs, I tried to see if I could reverse it, but the screen locked me out. I've bought multiple perks for myself at once before, but I think it limits me to one per day for anyone else."

"Okay, good to know. But I've got a theory that you might need to know someone for a bit before you can buy shit for them. We've known each other for months, so if that's true, you'd of course be able to see my available perks as soon as you got the app. Because the alternative, that you can just buy things for anyone? That's kind of fucked up, yeah? This thing seems to care more about building, y'know, relationships, than it does about being Magic Tinder. I figure they'd have some kind of block for that kind of thing."

"Alright, yeah. Makes sense." You pop over to Becky's profile to take a look, while Morgan occupies herself with watching what appears to be an autopsy of a particularly heavyset man.

Rebekah Ashley Kadelburg - Age 19

Occupation - Sales Clerk

Relationship - Single (And Hating It)

Likes - Coffee, Romance Novels, Law, Action Movies, Cats

Dislikes - Bigotry, Shitty Customers, Her Figure, Law, Her Height

Affection: 5 (That Guy in the Leather Jacket Seemed Nice)

Love: Not Unlocked

Lust: Not Unlocked

Wants - To Be Taller, To Get Into Law School, To Attract a Guy Who Isn't a Creeper

Doesn't look like it's changed much since the last time you saw it, though you think a couple of her wants are different. You relay the information back to Morgan before clicking the icon to access her purchase page, and... yes, the purchase page doesn't seem to load. It's strange, though. There's no feedback; no buzz, no shaking of the icon. The page just doesn't open, leaving you looking at her profile.

"Well, I guess you win a prize. I can't seem to get to her purchases."

She smiles to herself as the lead detective begins to connect red strings on a corkboard. "Makes sense. If this thing is based on Tarot, and Tarot is about guiding people, and this thing cares about bringing people together, of course it wouldn't give carte blanche to fuck with someone you barely know."

"Sure, I guess. There's also the whole "earning gems" thing, which I think is meant to dissuade me from just buying whatever. And I think it said something about a person's available perks being based on their deepest desires, so maybe the app just won't give me perks that would super fuck them up. I mean, it seemed to have worked out for you. You always wanted bigger tits, right?"

She laughs. "Yeah, I did. And no complaints here, I love these things so far. Oh, hey, what other perks were there when you went to buy me new tits anyway?"

You place a hand on her hip as you get yourself more comfortable and set your phone down. "Well, I think one of them was supposed to make you more nurturing, I guess."

"Eh, I can kind of see that."

"What do you mean?"

She shuffles a bit to get more comfortable before answering. "Well, I guess... I don't have that many friends, or whatever. So maybe I was thinking I needed something to help me meet people. It's a stretch, but I think I can see why the app would think I'd want that."

"Sure, but the other one was supposed to make you, like, an attention whore or something."

She doesn't respond to that one, instead seemingly intent on watching the show for the moment. An undeniably awkward silence falls over you both.

"It's no big deal, anyway," you eventually say, not sure how to continue. "I'm not planning on buying anything at the moment, but if I see something I'll run it by you first."

"Alright," she says quietly as she nuzzles her head into you. "Thanks, Jason."

The next few hours are spent with the two of you simply enjoying one another's company while chilling on the couch and cuddling. Which eventually leads to fondling. Which under other circumstances might just lead to something more, but the fatigue and soreness you're both feeling overrides your general horniness for once and ends the chain right around there. Still though, this was a decent use of a day off, if you say so yourself, though you think in hindsight it might have been kinda weird to be so lovey-dovey while watching a show about serial killers.

It's almost a shame when the two of you do seperate, but of course you have to give Morgan a ride back to her own home. It's not much of a hassle, but it just makes you wonder how incredible it would be to not have to sleep in a bed separated from her. Which is a somewhat lovey-dovey thought, you have to admit to yourself. You're really head over heels for this girl, aren't you? You know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Morgan was in love with you thanks to the app. That much is obvious at this point. But was it possible the app is affecting you just as much as it is her?

Ah, whatever. You've got to record your next video before settling in to bed anyway. The rest of your evening is spent in front of your computer screen, making pithy comments and snide innuendos into a camera to later entertain your subscribers. When you finally do lay your head down to rest, you can't help but be struck by just how much your life has changed in such a short while. A few weeks ago, you had little purpose and a growing sense of ennui thanks to your unfulfilling job. Now, you've got Morgan by your side, a newfound confidence, and a blossoming audience for your comedic gaming videos.

Perhaps that would be enough to satisfy an average man; the love of a beautiful woman, the assurance of control over your own life, and the freedom to indulge in creative endeavors.

But you're fairly certain, for a multitude of reasons, that your life is about to become anything but average. For example; despite feeling pretty fatigued, you're lying in your bed wide awake in your bed at the moment.

And that's when you remember one of the perks you got for free yesterday. "Love Is All That You Need" means that you don't need to sleep (or eat) any more. You didn't experience this last night, which means that, much like when you upgraded your dick, the perks you purchase must take a while to activate. Which, sure, is some handy information to have on had, but...

What the fuck are you going to do until the morning, then?