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Chapter 20 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Wave to Tari Ralinan.

You spy the beautiful elven girl Tari Ralinan. Long blonde hair flutters in the wind behind her, and it does the same to the skirt she wears. You're starting to wonder if it's elves that love skirts, or if this girl just owns nothing else on personal preference alone. Today, she's covered by a light black coat unzipped in the front to show a white t-shirt. Her skirt is jet black.

She sees you first with her amber eyes, but you wave to her with a smile. She smiles back and immediately skips up to you.

"Thank you..." she mutters. "You know, for that thing you did for me. It means a lot. Here."

From her purse she pulls out your pair of boxer briefs and hands them over. Her eyes scan back and forth, as if she's embarrassed by the exchange as well as the conversation. You let out a light chuckle and accept them, stuffing them into your hoodie's side pocket. Her nose tints red and she brings a hand through her windswept hair.

She gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. Her hair smells like oranges, or at least something strongly fruity.

"It's nothing, really."

"It's not nothing. If you didn't do that, I'd be walking around without... Well, you know."

"How did that even happen?"

"I don't know... Everything was fine, but when I was walking to school, I heard a snap. I looked down to see that my panties had completely broken. I was not only closer to school than home, but the professor said that if I was late again, I'd be in big trouble. I really care about my grades, so I was going anyway. I don't even want to think about what would happen if someone found out."

"You're all right now?"

"Yes. Thank you. I really liked that pair, too. Can I please pay you back right now? Let's go get some coffee. My treat."

"You don't have to do that for me."

"Yes I do! Please."

Unable to say no to that face, you accept. She smiles wide and gives you a big hug and you swear her lengthy pointed ears twitch. Do elven ears move when they're happy? You have no idea. She immediately takes your hand and begins to pull you along to a nearby building. It's small, and the front is labelled as, "The Coop".

You both head inside and you immediately smell the scent of bagels and coffee. It only has a handful of tables, and the walls consist of unfinished logs, but there's a coziness to it all.

You follow her up front.

"Two small coffees please," she says to the older woman behind the counter.

You eye her over. Teri, like all elves, is a spectacle to behold. Her skin is perfect and her natural beauty is unmatched. Though her chest is on the smaller side, her legs are incredibly long and slender. From the looks of things, her skirt barely covers her rear. The rear was was completely bare the day before, and would have been for some time if not for you.

The two of you sit at a small table to the side. She blows softly on her coffee while you cup yours between your hands.

"So, how has life been, John?"

"It's been all right. Same old, you know," you lie.

"I see. Thank for for letting me treat you."

"You sure thank me a lot, Tari." You chuckle. "But I'm glad you asked me. This is nice."

"It is!" She smiles wide.

The two of you converse for some time, losing yourself in the company. It's a delight to, for once, have an interaction with an attractive female friend that doesn't lead to your own sexual embarrassment due to a certain curse. She is stunning though. The curse continues to feel you up, and it gives you certain urges, like asking to go to her place and more. For now though, you talk. Maybe after this week is over you can take a closer look at those elven legs.

"Well, it's been awhile!" Tari announces. "I should get going. This has been a ton of fun."

You both stands up and she scurries up to you for one more hug.

"Goodbye for now. I hope we see each other soon," she says quietly.

"Travel safely," you say back with a warm smile.

You watch her depart through the door and you soon follow. Down the street you begin to wander, and for an hour or two, you browse through all the shops that line these blocks. Eventually your stomach starts to growl. Coffee isn't enough to keep you full.

What do you do?

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