A couple more guests show up.

I opened the door and found the next guest waiting on the other side. In stark contrast to Lizabeth, this woman was tall—taller than me, in fact. In addition, she actually looked kind of scary; she looked lowkey pissed, and her height made me really not want to push her buttons. Her eyes were a piercing frosty blue and her center-parted hair was long, completely black, neat, and straight. Her pouty lips were covered in a metallic dark red coloring, and nearly every aspect of her appearance was absolutely immaculate. Not a single hair was out of place.

She was dressed in what I could only describe as vampire garb, a long silky black dress with a very deep V in the front showing off some nice cleavage and even some underboob. The dress was tight around her impressive bust—a pair of distinctive nipple bumps highlighting that she was definitely not wearing a bra. The dress also emphasized a small layer of fluff around her waist, making her tummy look very soft.

She was looking down at me.

“Uh, hey there,” I said, smiling.

“Seoyun,” she said in a low tone that almost made me shiver. Then she stepped toward me, and before I could step backward out of her way, her arm was wrapped around my back, and she had pulled me into a passionate hug. This was a theme with these friends, it seemed.

“Oh,” was all I could say as I felt her voluptuous silk-wrapped body against me. She was really comfortable, which was an adjective I never thought I would use to describe a person, but here we were.

“Missed you,” she whispered, and at this point I noticed that despite the expression she had, she didn’t sound even slightly angry. If anything, she sounded kinda sleepy. Could she just be one of those unfortunate souls who had the infamous resting-bitch-face?

This hug lasted for what would normally be uncomfortably long, but it never seemed to cross that threshold with this woman. I kinda wanted her to keep me in her embrace. Not only was she soft, but she was surprisingly active in the gesture, gradually shifting her weight and caressing my back from my waist up to my hair which she gently combed with her slender fingers. When she did stop hugging me, I was a little sad to be parted from her.

She looked at me, and even though she didn’t smile with any part of her face, I somehow felt that she was happy. I felt much more at ease around her now; she was very delicate, deliberate, and expressive in terms of body language.

She held up a tote bag with the arm she hadn’t used to hug me and said, “Brought snacks.”

“Oh, nice,” I cleared my throat and directed her to the dining table just outside the living room area.

The tall goth mommy—I mean, mommy—I mean, lady elegantly glided across the floor to the table at her own pace. Eventually, Lizabeth emerged back into the room and greeted this newcomer enthusiastically. She referred to her as “Heather” when she did so. The taller woman proceeded to give the much shorter girl the same treatment she had given me, a long and comfortable hug which Lizabeth also seemed to appreciate. The height difference between the two was such that the blonde’s head was resting directly on the goth’s boobs, and I felt a little jealous of that. Never before had I wanted to be shorter than I already was until this moment.

Okay, first impressions be damned, this lady was actually really nice. A little quiet and strange, but I’d be throwing stones in a glass castle if I earnestly had a problem with either of those. Those features that had originally made her intimidating now felt like they were there to protect me and the others.

Before long, the two of them began talking about various mundanities. Or rather, Lizabeth did most of the talking, Heather was just an active listener. Eye-contact, nodding, and occasional one-or-two-word vocalizations; she rarely interjected with her own thoughts or ideas, and when she did, she was very brief and concise.

Finally, Evelyn returned wearing a dark grey T-shirt which was oversized but not that oversized thanks to her huge tits. Thanks to this, the hem of the article rode very high up on her thigh and I was pretty sure she was going commando. She wore this shirt occasionally, but as previously alluded to, she actually slept entirely in the nude. She typically only wore this shirt the morning after waking up, and only if it was cold in the apartment. Still, it was the closest thing to pajamas the woman owned, besides lingerie.

“Heather! Oh my god I’ve missed you,” Evelyn said and crossed the room to give Heather a hug. The tall goth gladly accepted and began a similarly long and intimate hug to mine and Lizabeth’s. The difference in this case was that Evelyn was absolutely not shy at all about grabbing the other woman’s boobs, ass, thighs, and even that soft-looking belly. I was kinda jealous, actually, and cursed myself for not being bolder with my hug. It just wasn’t in my nature to be all handsy like Evelyn, even with permission.

Another knock on the door. Since Evelyn was preoccupied, I decided to get it this time too.

I opened it to find a tan-skinned beauty, about as tall as me, with long, dark brown, center-parted hair that had blonde highlights in it. Her eyes were a pretty green color, and her makeup was heavy and dark, but not in a gothic way like the others. Her makeup was actually a lot more in-line with traditional female fashion, in fact her entire outfit was like that. She was wearing low-riding dark jeans that hugged thick thighs and that exposed the straps of a pink thong above wide hips and a wine-red off-the-shoulder cropped sweater exposing a tight tummy and a sliver of a pink bra underneath.

“Seo!” she practically shouted with excitement at seeing me. She mispronounced my name like “see-oh”, but I didn’t have much time to think about it because she immediately crashed into me, pushing her soft boobs into my face and actively holding it against her chest while she giggled.

I flailed, but mostly so I didn’t lose balance and topple over.

“I’m so happy to see you again, girlie!” she said in a southern accent.

There was that misgendering again, but this time I somehow felt like it wasn’t a result of what Evelyn had talked about earlier. I didn’t mind anyway; when people mistakenly referred to me as a girl, more often than not I considered it a compliment as a crossdresser.

She finally released me from the soft prison of her chest, but I didn’t have much time to breathe before her dark red lips plopped onto mine. They were extremely soft.

“Mmmmmmwah!” she giggled after the intense smooch and grinned at me proudly. “How are you, sweetie?”

“Doing pretty good,” I said, hazily.

“Sorry if I smell a little sweaty, I just got back from my nude yoga class!”

I honestly hadn’t smelled anything unpleasant— did she say nude yoga? Things were starting to click, and the memory of this girl’s entry in the dream diary was bubbling to the surface.

“Not at all, Roxie,” I said and then without thinking, “you smell great.” What the fuck, brain? That was such a creepy response.

To my surprise she beamed, “Really!? Do ya think so?”

I counted my lucky stars as I replied, “Yeah, absolutely.”

“Great! Oh my god, is that Lizzy over there!?” Like a golden retriever Roxie had become immediately distracted and rushed past me to the rest of the group. “Look at you, you’re like a cute little doll!” She then hugged Lizabeth into her chest like she had with me, having a much easier time thanks to the lolita goth’s height difference.

“You say that every time you see Liz,” Evelyn said, chuckling.

“Roxie!” the tiny blonde protested, wiggling and giggling in spite of herself.

Roxie responded by planting a bunch of kisses all over Lizabeth, covering her face in dark red marks from her lipstick. “Oops, thought I wore the non-smear kind tonight.”

Curiously, I wiped my lips and sure enough, a smear of red rubbed off on my fingers. Clearly, she was a little on the ditzy and distractable side, but it was kinda cute, so I guess all was forgiven.

She moved on to the other two now, hugging them tightly and covering them in kisses, her time with Heather seemed especially intense as both were equally committed to the hug and the goth didn’t seem at all annoyed or put off by the multitude of smooches, at least when you looked past the RBF.

On the other hand, the hug shared with Evelyn was intense for a much different reason, mainly because my girlfriend couldn’t keep her hands anywhere decent. She groped Roxie’s ass, her tits, her thighs, even her lips weren’t safe. Instead of multiple kisses, Evelyn received a full-on makeout session with the tan beauty.

If I could recall correctly, the dream diary had only detailed three distinct people as Evelyn’s friends, and if this was meant to be a gathering of all her dream friends this was it. I was about to shut the door when…

“Wait!” I heard someone new call down the hallway leading to the building’s elevator.