A guest who wasn't in the diary.

Walking down the hallway, her vivid purple heels kicking against the tiles as she went, was an absolute beauty. Every visitor so far had been very cute and/or beautiful, but this woman seemed to be made especially for me. Lengthy, hime-cut hair dyed a bright shade of lavender, jet black eyes behind a pair of fashionable gold-rimmed glasses. Long and sexy legs extending down from a slender frame but with curves in all the right places. A large pair of breasts that bounced and wobbled inside of sexy dark purple office-attire with a lot of cleavage showing. Flawless and smooth-looking alabaster skin that was so light that even her lavender-colored lipstick contrasted with it, and a playful yet mature and sensual expression on her face.

The confidence with which she took each step toward me told me that she knew what she had going on. Her body was her greatest weapon, but her mind was her true trump card. A true femme fatale in almost every sense, a bold ambitious woman who knew what she wanted and used every tool at her disposal to get it.

“Thank you, my dear,” she smiled at me, and I nearly lost feeling in my legs.

“Buh,” was about all I could muster in reply, my mouth had been agape, and I hadn’t even noticed. I might have even been drooling—god, I hoped not. “Uh, hi,” I finally managed. The most perplexing thing about this vision of a lady was that I didn’t know anything about her.

I was completely caught off guard, Evelyn’s notes hadn’t mentioned anyone like this, I would have remembered, and yet here she was looking at me like she knew me. Not just knew me, there was something else there too; I could see a hunger in her eyes. A hunger for me specifically, and I didn’t know if it was the hunger of an infatuated sweetheart or of a panther that just spotted her next meal. I was okay with either option.

“Aw, where’s my hug, Seoyun?” she pouted teasingly, arms akimbo.

A deep, almost primal, part of me didn’t want to disappoint this woman. So, I caved immediately and slid my arms around her waist to pull myself into a hug. She had very light perfume, nothing too powerful, and that was good because her natural underlying feminine scent was immediately intoxicating.

She did not move at first, allowing me to get into whatever position was most comfortable, which in this case was with my head firmly down into her cleavage. I just couldn’t help myself this time, I needed to feel her softness on my face, and it was worth whatever I had coming to me as a result. Her skin was so fucking smooth.

“There’s a good boy,” she cooed softly and stroked my hair with her hand and began groping my rear with her other. “Now, come give me a kiss. I’ve missed my Seoyun so much.”

I hesitated briefly, but only because even the idea of prying my cheek away from the comfortable pillow of her breasts was pure agony, but did as I was bidden, bringing my lips to hers and kissing them. She did not waste time sliding her tongue between them, immediately deepening the kiss far more than any other guest had. Her technique suited her perfectly, she wasn’t aggressive, in fact she was quite the opposite. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing my own lips and tongue with hers, only to retreat and regroup in a frustrating manner. It took me far too long to realize she was trying to get me to be more assertive. Once I realized that, the kiss became a lot more passionate and interesting.

“Look at these two love birds,” I heard Evelyn say and then chuckle like a pervert.

It was in this moment that my senses came crashing back into me. I was standing in the middle of the open doorway to a loft that I lived in with my long-term girlfriend making out with someone who wasn’t my girlfriend and that, as far as I knew, my girlfriend hadn’t created. That wasn’t the only thing that made this encounter different, though. All the other girls had asserted themselves and more or less **** my hand when it came to intimate hugs, gropes, or smooches, but this time I took the initiative. This woman requested the hug and kiss, but I still took the plunge. To me that felt like a significant difference, and I briefly became worried.

However, after ending the kiss and looking at Evelyn my fears dispelled almost right away. Not only did she seem cool with it, but she also seemed really happy about the outcome, even excited. And now that I was thinking about it, she just had a steamy make-out session with Roxie so I shouldn’t have been all that concerned. Evelyn was many things, but she was definitely not a hypocrite.

Oh, also, the other three girls were near the door spying on the encounter as well, each with interested expressions.

“Hi girls,” the woman greeted and removed her hands from me, ending the hug as well. She made her way to Evelyn, and I closed the door, finally.

“Nice to see you, Violet,” Evelyn replied as she pulled the taller lady into a hug. Well, that answered the question of whether or not Evelyn knew this woman. She also gave her a pretty heated kiss, though nowhere near as long or intense as the one I’d just gotten.

I was kind of disappointed by that. Not the fact that they had kissed, mind you, because seeing the love of my life and an absolute goddess of a woman make out in front of me was one of the greatest things that I’d ever bore witness to. No, the reason I was disappointed was because it ended so soon, I would have loved to watch both of them go at it for hours on end.

Violet then made the rounds to the other girls, each of them came in for a hug but only gave her a peck on the lips. The hug between her and Heather was very intense, and Roxie’s kiss lasted a little longer but still no tongue was involved. Clearly, Evelyn and I were the outliers here, Violet had let us get away with far more, or was that just because we went in for more?

Either way, I was absolutely smitten by her, and had trouble keeping my eyes away.

“Okay,” Evelyn began, “now that Violet is here, that’s everybody. We can officially begin the girls’ night!” she announced.

Everyone gave a little cheer, even Heather clapped her hands quietly and smiled a little.

“Did we all bring something to do?” Violet asked and everyone began rifling through their purses and bags.

Lizabeth was the first to say anything. She held up a Blu-ray case and hid her slightly blushing face behind it. “I brought the Demon Kanojo anime to watch, if you you all wanna,” she said quietly and nervously.

“Oh, I love that show,” I replied, she had good taste. Very cultured.

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” Evelyn agreed, “I think you guys would like it. What else have we got?”

Heather pulled a videogame controller from her bag, “Games?”

“Ohhh yeah!” Roxie beamed, “I’ve been wanting to play something with y’all!”

“That’s a good idea,” I nodded. Watching anime and playing games with a bunch of cute girls sounded like it would be really fun. I was liking how this was shaping up so far.

“Speakin’ of which, I brought my L&L books!” Roxie announced. Lairs & Liches? This southern girly-girl was into Lairs & Liches? Damn, no wonder she hung out with this group despite being so different. “I figured we could all make our characters at some point; it would be fun!”

“I’d love to GM unless you had someone else in mind,” Violet said. Everyone seemed to like the idea so she continued, “I can’t wait to have you all under my thumb.” As she said this, she giggled deviously and enchantingly.

I had to struggle to stop myself from saying, “Me either.” Man, I had to be careful around her, she was dangerous.

“And on that note, I brought a cute little social dice game we can play together,” Violet added. “What kind of sleepover would it be without a spicy party game?”

“Like truth or dare?” Lizabeth asked, hiding even deeper behind her anime case.

Violet grinned and chuckled softly as she adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, “Something like that.”

“All right, so what should we do first, y’all reckon?” Roxie asked.

I had an idea, “How about we start with anime, I’m excited to watch Demon Kanojo again. That’ll get us all relaxed and comfy, but we’ll also be really inspired so we can follow up with L&L characters.”

“Ooo, good thinking, babe,” Evelyn complimented. “After that let’s play some videogames and then we can end the night on the spicy game. Sound like fun?”

Everyone gave their assent in their own ways, seeming to agree with this game plan.

“Great! Yunnie, will you go and grab some spare pillows and blankets from the closet in our room? In the meantime, we’ll all get changed into our jammies and move the furniture for a viewing.”

“Sure,” I replied to my girlfriend, turning around to head toward the bedroom.

“I’ll go and help him,” Violet offered, and I immediately felt a shiver run up my spine. I was going to be alone with her, and part of me just knew she was planning something. I turned back to gauge Evelyn’s reaction.

“Yeah, I guess there’s a lot of stuff to grab, probably better as a two-person job. And some of the stuff might be a little hard to find, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it took you a while.” After placing obvious emphasis on these words, she gave me a wink to make sure I understood her intent.

So, she knew Violet was planning something too, and wanted her to be. My god, I really did knock it out of the park with this girlfriend, didn’t I? Assuming it really was her and not just a dream version of her.

Actually, that was an interesting point to bring up, even though I consciously knew this was all a dream and likely none of these people were real, it was so vivid and realistic that I actually found myself forgetting that fact sometimes without meaning to. They really did seem like real people, and if Evelyn truly had designed them from the ground up, as was implied, she did a fantastic job of fleshing them out and making them feel like real people.

“Alone at last,” Violet sighed as she closed the bedroom door behind us.

“Uh, yeah,” I was still really bad with words around her.

She smiled and then stretched her arms upward, making her breasts pop up a little and her cleavage even more prominent, “Mmmh, I had such a long day at work today. I’m happy to be here and hanging out with my lovely friends.”

“I am too,” I said, smiling. I was about to turn around and head toward the closet when she interrupted me.

“Still, this long, hard week has made me pretty stiff and sore. I might have a hard time getting myself out of this uniform. Mind helping me out?” her eyes glinted with sultry intent, and she put her hands behind her back to push her chest forward a bit, presenting the buttons on her blouse to me.

Oh. That’s what she had in mind when she followed me in here. I swallowed hard but stepped forward and reached toward her to begin unbuttoning her dark purple blazer.

She chuckled softly, “Went right for the top, huh? Can’t say I blame you.”

“U-uh, sorry,” I stumbled. I must have been blushing because my nose and cheeks felt like they were on fire.

I went to remove my hands and start somewhere else, but then Violet grabbed my wrist gently to stop me, “I didn’t say to stop. Go ahead, my dear.”

I kept with the task, having finished her blazer and sliding it off her shoulders I went to her blouse next. I began undoing each button and watching as more and more of her cleavage became revealed with each one. Her lightly perfumed feminine scent wafted out and into my nostrils and it actually made me start to feel a little hazy. Additionally, this endeavor began revealing her very fancy purple lingerie, the same shade as her heels.

Everything about this lady was perfect and I would have felt bad saying that, given that I had Evelyn, but my girlfriend had actually encouraged this encounter. She was singularly responsible for everything that was happening right now.

By the time I reached the bottom button I realized I had made a mistake, the rest of her shirt was tucked into the waist of her tight dark purple skirt.

“Oops,” Violet smiled, “guess that has to come off too, huh?”

I swallowed again and nodded, reaching to the side of the skirt to find the zipper. When I undid it, the whole garment easily slid off and went down around her ankles. I could see the sexy lacy panties she was wearing beneath. With that out of the way, I finished unbuttoning her blouse and hesitated before removing it like I had with the blazer.

Nervousness was part of the reason for my pause, but admittedly, another part of it was just that I was kind of afraid to reveal her body in just undies. She had such a gorgeous figure even with clothes that I was afraid I might genuinely lose my mind if I saw so much of her bare flesh.

Then I felt her hand on my cheek, and involuntarily I leaned into it, nuzzling her palm, “Go ahead, dearest, I wore this set especially for you.”

Well, I couldn’t just refuse now, could I? I took a deep breath and grabbed her collar, pulling the garment off and letting it drop to the floor. She filled out her lingerie perfectly, its size, placement, and color adding to the overall mystique and feminine charm. Her alabaster skin managed to contrast with the light purple material, and her skin looked so fucking smooth.

“Ahh, that’s much better,” she smiled at me, “you’re such a good girl.”

No, no no no—that’s not good. She couldn’t just be this sexy and call me a “good boy”, I might genuinely lose my mind. I definitely had a boner, and I’m sure she noticed. Monster can, remember?

She giggled and smiled warmly, “You are just too precious. Come here, I want you to hear something.”

I blinked and stepped forward then she gently put a hand behind my head and pulled it into her chest, mimicking the situation at the doorway before we began making out. This time my head was sideways, though, so I could breathe. Her nearly bare breasts were so soft and wonderful, and the lingerie was smooth and silky, so I was very comfortable like this.

“Listen,” she whispered, wrapping both arms around me in a loving hug.

I listened.

“Can you hear that? My heartbeat?”

I could, the gentle thump thumping was in my ear, but its pace was high and intense.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see you again, Seoyun, I missed you so much.” And I could hear that in the frantic pacing of her heart. This woman, in spite of her overall confident and imposing demeanor, was just as smitten by me as I was by her.

“I missed you too,” I replied. It wasn’t really true because I had only just met her, but I was so enamored that it wasn’t hard to play the part. I was drowning in her scent and softness; I didn’t want to stop. I realized something very critical in that moment; my boner was right against her thigh this whole time.

“I can tell, and it makes me so happy.” Violet replied and just ever so slightly pushed that thigh forward so my tent had a little grinding action, but she did nothing more.

I cleared my throat, “So, uh, where’re your pajamas then?” I asked, trying to maintain some semblance of control over my actions.

“Oh, I’m already in them. This is my favorite set of jammies; they’re so comfy. Wanna feel?” There she went again, tempting me with honeyed words to do something that I really wanted to do. I realized my efforts were in vain now, she had me wrapped around her finger.

I gave in, no longer willing to resist. This was a dream, and the dream version of my girlfriend wanted this, even. I lifted my hand up to her breast, placing the palm directly on her lacy purple cup. It was, indeed, quite soft but the softness beneath the thin garment was what held my attention even more.

“Good girl,” there was that phrase again, I melted. She had one arm around my waist, holding me against her and another hand was gently stroking my hair like she had been in the doorway.

I was putty in her hands at this point with the stiffest part of me against her leg. I lost control of my hand, actually kneading the boob-flesh with my fingers and enjoying its texture and perfect shape. Then I lost control of my hips and actually started dry-humping her thigh. It was a strange sensation, because I was very relaxed and very comfortable, but clearly my body was lost in the tempest of **** sexuality.

“Oh, dearest, are you humping me?” Violet asked, a slightly teasing undertone to her otherwise concerned question.

I tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t have it. Her grip on my waist had me locked against her leg, “U-uh, I…”

“You are so cute, Seoyun. There’s no need to resort to being so ****, I’ll make a deal with you,” she said, lifting my head to look at her pretty black eyes.

A deal? I wondered what that could have meant.

“Whenever you get like this,” she pushed her thigh out a little more again, making my grind a little more intense, “I’ll be happy to help you. All you need to do is ask and be honest.”

I swallowed and nodded, “Um, c-can I please um…” I trailed off and whimpered a little. Even just dry-humping her leg felt really good, but it wasn’t really a two-way street. She wasn’t reciprocating, just letting me go. It was erotically frustrating.

“Don’t worry, just say it, dearest.”

“Can you help me with this?” I finally asked.

“With what?”

“M-my penis,” I replied.

“What should I do with it?”

“Anything, I just want…”

“Remember, be honest,” she stared intensely at me, still not giving in. I knew what she wanted, she wanted me to sink even lower into depravity and go for broke. She wanted me to lose myself into a deeper darkness than even her pretty pitch-black eyes. Fine, I was already humping her desperately while I fondled her tit, what dignity was I truly trying to hold on to?

“I want you make me cum.”

Many different things all happened in rapid succession. Violet spun me around in place so that now my back was against her pillowy breasts, she flipped up my sweater and tugged down my panties to completely expose my rigid, throbbing member, she used one hand to tilt my chin toward her so she could press her lips against mine without hesitation, and with her remaining hand she began rapidly stroking my cock without mercy.

I whimpered into the kiss, and I realized that unlike the one in the doorway, she was going all in this time. No teasing, no retreating, she was aggressive and domineering with her tongue and lips. I didn’t have to do anything besides the bare minimum which was good because the hand stroking my cock was so soft and she was doing it so intensely that it was hard to focus on much else.

“See?” she said between the smacks of our lips, “All you needed to do was be honest and ask.” Then she removed her hand from my chin and slipped it under my sweater to begin kneading at my flat chest. She found the barbell piercings in my nipples and began playing with them, sending tingling shockwaves through my whole body.

Her handjob was relentless, she did not slow her pace or stop to take a break. Her hand was like she was a machine, shooting up and down my length like a piston. No matter how much I squirmed, she held me steady in place and showed no mercy. A familiar feeling was building up inside me, far more quickly than it had ever come before.

I whimpered more, trying to tell her that I was close, but her lips were locked to mine. Her kiss was just as passionate without pause. She really had become like a machine whose sole purpose was to make me cum, just like I requested. It was like a double-edged sword but in a good way, I guess.

Then the dam broke. Long ropes of spunk shot from my tip like bullets across the room, landing on the hardwood floor. The sensitivity was beginning to surface, making me wiggle and writhe even more but she did not stop pumping, milking me for everything I had. Just like with Evelyn earlier, my ejaculation would not stop quickly, a pool of white cream was beginning to form on the floor some distance ahead of us. It was making quite a mess.

But her relentlessness even in the face of orgasm bore fruit for Violet, as not only did she make me cum, but she also made me have an additional smaller ejaculation that brought the total time spent in orgasm much longer than Evelyn had managed.

Our kiss ended and Violet smiled, “There’s a good girl, I’m so proud of you.”

I was panting, exhausted, and a little hazy from the intensity of what just happened. I actually fell to my knees, and I couldn’t quite find words to say. I was just staring at the huge puddle I’d made almost a yard away.

Violet placed a hand on my head, gently petting it as she said, “There’s so much, next time I should bring some empty bottles to store it in. I could give it to the others to drink,” she chuckled, “or perhaps you’d want me to keep them all just for me?”

The thought of Violet swallowing down a whole water bottle full of my cum actually managed to urge one last spurt out of my cock.

“I see you like the idea,” she giggled. She then helped me to my feet and led me over to the bed.

She sat me down and I collapsed backward, staring up at the ceiling. I could no longer see her, but I could hear her cleaning up my mess. I would have offered to do it instead, but I was genuinely exhausted and probably wouldn’t have been able to do it.

Then her face appeared over me, smiling, “I suppose that’s another good reason to bring bottles next time. So much tasty stuff went to waste.” She leaned down and kissed me on the lips again.

This makeout session was a lot more like the one in the doorway. Teasing, but engaging, and we remained that way for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to return to the party.