Talk to her.

You head downstairs to talk to her. You’ll sort this out no problem. After all, if there really is something to this, you want to get to the bottom of it. You aim for the silver headed girl, your eyes are drawn to her clothes. They have a calming effect on you. You wonder why. It was helpful though, she had deep blue eyes that pulled you in. Gave you a sense of control.

“Hey. You new here?”, you said the first thing that came into your mind.

“Yeah. Why are you talking to me?”, she sounded curious.

Straight to the point, huh.

“I wanted to get to know you. You’re the prettiest girl here, and the guy in the back said I should avoid you. What’s your name?”

Bookman be damned, I’m asking her name.

“-----, I’m in a new city. Until I do him a favor, things will be tough for me. You have the coin?”

“Coin? Well… I don’t know how you knew about that, but I did happen to find one. Is it yours?”

“You don’t have it on you?”

You felt a bit guilty.

“Sorry, I was planning on keeping it.”

“Oh...that’s fine. I’m using those to meet people. Has your personality changed at all recently?”

You thought it over. Would you go up to a pretty girl like this?

“I think I’m a little more confident.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah. I read what was on the back of the coin, but I don’t believe it, all of these books have got to be for show. Is this a roleplay thing?”

“Hehe, I wish it was. Sometimes I wish I was just normal girl. No, if don’t want any trouble, it’s best to leave now. I’m...a little lonely though.”

“A girl like you? That doesn’t sound right to me. If you want to do something, I’m up for it.”

“Do what?”

She wasn’t getting that?

“Sex.”

You just said it. She gave you a stare, but strangely her face softened.

“Okay. I’m the one using you though,” she smiled.

“I’m fine with that. I’m rather surprised, I thought you would be on guard more.”

She grabbed your hand and lead you a little then let go as you walked away from the bar to the stairs. You remembered that softness fondly.

“Actually, I am. It’s just, you seemed so harmless I couldn’t help but take advantage,” you saw from the side she smirked.

You followed her upstairs watching her hair sway and contemplating her butt. You don’t know why, but for some reason you didn’t feel much anticipation. It was like you were going to play with a friend. That was unacceptable on some level to you. Your hand reached out to grab her butt and she stopped on the stairs. She wasn’t turning around, it was like she was waiting to see what you were going to do. Does she have some sort of magical butt sensor?

“Do you have some magical butt sensor?”, you say.

“Make a choice. Touch it, or not. I want to see what you’ll do.”

“You caught me now so isn’t there little point in this? Of course I’m not going to do it,” you put your hand down.

“Good. If you did something like that, I’d never forgive you. I could sense that you were just playing around, but I wanted to be sure.”

“So you do have a butt sensor then…”

“Yeah, I have a butt sensor,” she said lightly.

Since you were so happy she took that well, you decided to let it drop. Who cares if there’s magic or whatever here? Right now, this girl and what you were going to do was more important to you.

She brought you into her room, it smelled familiar. You couldn’t place it, so you drew closer to her and breathed in, a little guilty. Smells like her. You couldn’t tell earlier. Seemed like she wasn’t using anything but regular soap, you expected something more flashy.

“I figured from your looks that you were the type who would wear perfume and makeup, maybe it’s because you don’t need it,” you said.

“I hate when people say that,” she sighed as she started talking off her clothes and sat on the bed.

“Come on, get naked,” she said.

“You do this often?”, you questioned as you obeyed.

“No, you said you were okay with me using you, so I’ll do that. You didn’t think it was going to be back and forth, did you?”

“Okay, okay,” you laid back against the pillow with your hand laced behind your head, unsure of what exactly she was going to do but your heart was pounding as your dick got hard. Would you rather have it the other way?

As her clothes were pulled off and folded neatly you got a good look at her body. The skin was tight, white, clean. It was like she was a pair of panties in human form, with pale nipples that molded into her round boobs. She didn’t look like she exercised too much or ate too much either, a kind of natural flatness to her skin distended from her belly as she breathed. All in all, there was something off. It was like something was done to her, but you felt such shame at calling it that in your head. Her body reminded you more of a mannequin than a girl, that’s probably why you were upset.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, she said as she breathed and mounted you, staring into your eyes.

You looked back into the deep blue and thought you should relax. Say something to put her at ease.

“I can’t look at a good body?”

“You won’t remember this,” she said.

“What are you going to do? Butt sensor me?”, you laughed.

“...yeah,” she said absentmindedly as she moved in and laid on top of you. You felt the warmth blanket over you and the softness of her skin push in, and put your hand around the small of her back and started to stroke. You started to get a little anxious, like this was too fast for you, but you were able to put it out of mind by focusing the feeling of the skin of the small of her back with your fingertips. You traced around, watching the light reflect off her silver hair as her face was hidden in your chest.

A couple minutes went by as you kept doing that, unsure of where this was going. She was just laying on top of you, listening to your heart beat. The look on her face was childish and peaceful, her eyes closed. You didn’t want to say anything to disturb her, but you had enough sense to understand that her motives were strange from the start. You kept a strategic quiet. After all, it seemed like she could read something about you that you couldn’t understand. You’ve heard of people like that, but that wasn’t supposed to be a real thing. Maybe you were wrong.

You take in her body with your eyes now that you have a closer look. Although there was beauty there, that feeling of ‘something is wrong’ bothered you again. You decided to accept it. After all, searching over the heart peaked ass to the feet and crossing your eyes over to her rounded thighs and medium hips was nice. You were just ruining this for yourself. If she could sense that too…

You realized then that maybe she was waiting for something. For you to make the wrong move, just like before. She was the one who said yes, but wasn’t this actually a trap? You thought yourself a genius as your mouth made an ‘oh’ sound. This girl was crafty. A cold, logical type with a weak center. Why else would she just let out a ‘I’m lonely’ to a guy she just met? That she wanted to ‘use you’? That ‘memory’ comment, she was probably planning to end this from the start somehow if you did something.

You went deeper, reminding yourself to keep your hand away from her butt. The conclusion that you reached from you analyzation until this point was that you missed the obvious from the start. The ‘I’m lonely’ was the only thing she was concerned about. For some reason, she might be having trouble trusting people. Her looks, strange abilities, dark past, like you she wanted something simply. You her butt, her your company.

“I figured it out. You didn’t want sex, you wanted me.”

“Good. Now keep quiet,” she said softly.

You congratulated yourself on a job well done, and moved your hand to her hair. That should be okay.

You woke up later, a bit hot from her breath with morning wood. At some point, you must have gotten used to her being there and fell asleep. There was a peace there in your heart. Looking down at her, you had started with only lewd intentions and ended up just cuddling, but you enjoyed it. There was something wrong with her, and you wondered if you wanted to help.

That was wrong. You didn’t want to help, you wanted her. That was clear from the start. Her personality left a little to be desired, but you had seen it. The potential was there. A weakness, something that you couldn’t let go of in your mind. A girl like this, with a personality like that, this close to you, that was enough. And butt sensor. You had somehow forgotten about that in your morning fog, afraid to move because it would disturb her.

Her eyes opened, a bit lazy as she sat up on her thighs and looked at you, contemplative.

“Morning?”, you ventured a guess.

Her hair wasn’t ruffled at all. She was blankly staring in you eyes, her hands tracing around her body. One went to her vag. She did a visual check, then looked at your dick which was soft from waiting for her to get up. You enjoyed the sight, light shining off her white skin and cascading through her silver hair dyeing it. Right now, she looked like a normal girl. That look on her face, you liked it when she smiled more. As if she could sense it, she looked at you straight on again.

She moved over to your dick, placed her finger on the head, and gently moved it up and down. You felt heat gather there and it got hard quicker that you thought as you were surprised by her kissing it. A strange tingle ran through your body and you almost came from that alone. She pulled herself forward, eyeing you sleepily as she rubbed her vag against your dick pushing it into your stomach. She leaned forward, looking into you eyes and gave you a full on kiss. You moved to respond but she whispered ‘no’ under her breath and you caught on. You slackened yourself. At this point, only one thing had changed from last night.

She touched the top of her vag and stopped for a second. After breathing in hard and heavy, her breathing went from regular to deep. She pulled back and guided your dick inside, tracing your nipple with her finger. You dick got harder inside her from that without moving, and a tingle started to spark across your spine. Building, but not to a climax, like a static rush up and down from your brain to your dick.

She was breathing deeply, looking into your eyes deeper as she held you face with both hands. She aligned it with hers, looking down into your eyes. You studied her blue, tracing the lines of the inside of her pools along the waves there, small lines weaving to and fro in her eye. The delicate sensibility of attention there was magnified by the feeling in your spine. You breathed harder into her face and she into your open mouth as she licked her lips, then licked yours. You felt surprise at that, but didn’t struggle and put your attention back at her eyes. Her breathing got deeper and your heart was pounding.

You were hard inside her still, and she was looking at you as if waiting for something. She took in a sharp intake of breathe, covered your mouth with hers, and blew. She timed it perfectly with your exhale.

A strange energy felt infused with the air as you watched her eyes shut and her body start to tremble. Your lips, tongue, throat, and chest went warm and numb and you came inside her. It was a slow, long pump that slowly built to faster and faster pumps of semen into her as you felt everything empty. She let you go into the pillow as you watched her wraps her arms around herself and shake while breathing, her hair swaying. You were still cumming inside her, wishing for it to end and not end. Finally, it ceased and softened as she raised her hips, cum flowing out everywhere. She opened her eyes, gave you a look and a quick kiss on the lips. Her face close, she went in for a deeper one before pulling away and moving her head back to lay on your chest, her eyes shutting again and her face slacking.

She didn’t make any attempt to do anything about the pool of cum between you.

Her breathing got deeper again as you legs fell asleep from her weight on you. Wasn’t it going to dry like this? Oh well, her way, you thought.

You made your decision last night, and it proved fruitful. As you looked at her, you wondered exactly what that was or what her line of thinking was, but that slowly drifted away.

“You’re a good girl,” you said.

She smiled, and you stroked her hair.

It was night again by the time she let you get up, forcing you off the bed and watching you squirm on the floor. Her face was filled with glee. You were glad, but you were writhing around and unsure if this relationship was healthy at this point. She poked you with a finger in your back and your legs went numb.

“Give it a minute, blood’s got to circulate.”

“What am I, your toy?”, you said feeling hurt.

“I’m nice,” she said.

You imagined her a bit smug, but her face or tone wasn’t telling you that.

She poked you again, there wasn’t any numbness left but a little tingling. You tried to stand and made it up, blood rushing to your head.

“You ok?”, she checked.

“I’m alright. What’s this stuff you’re using? That sex wasn’t normal. Not that I’m complaining, but it got a little unorthodox for me,” you said.

“I did what I wanted. I had fun.”

You felt like she was echoing something in you with that comment.

“Huh, well, I passed the test last night, so was that my reward or something?”

“No, I just felt like it. If I get pregnant, get a nice job okay?”

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