Ice Cream Girl

You reached over and pushed the lump next to you.

It moved, but didn’t get up.

“Hey,” You whispered. “It’s morning.”

The lumped finally moved and sat up, causing the sheets to fall down off the girl.

She yawned and looked at you. Her hair was shoulder length, half pink and half brown, with white strips in the pink side. Her eyes were flickering between brown, white, and pink as she looked at you. The expression on her face was unreadable. The girl wasn’t very big and for a moment, you were about to freak out thinking you got it on with an underage girl. However, her body was incredibly developed and besides her height, she didn’t look young at all. It was easy to tell.

For she was completely naked.

When she noticed your eyes traveling down, she put a hand on her hip, puffed out her chest, and smirked knowingly.

“Er… hi?” You said lamely.

She kept staring at you, highly amused.

“I wasn’t sober last night… like at all. So… can I have your name?”

The girl tilted her head and didn’t reply with words. Instead, she grabbed her scroll off the bedside table and held it up. On the screen was her name.

“Neo,” You read. “Pretty name.”

She waved her hand like she was embarrassed.

“So… did we… do it?” You asked nervously and she nodded. “Ugh… hope I didn’t make a fool of myself.”

The girl laughed silently and made some gestures indicating the size of your dick and how it went inside of her. You felt your ears burn as you looked away. She patted you reassuringly on the shoulder. It was obvious she was okay with the sex. Honestly, so were you now that you knew you didn’t **** anyone, but you were a little disappointed you didn’t remember it. Her body was pretty sexy.

Then you saw it.

On her arm opposite of you was a black smudge. Something had been written there and was gone. You began to panic because you had no idea what was written there. If it was just your name, she would be okay with the night before and move on now that she was no longer your property. If you changed a mental state, like with Blake’s trust or Ruby’s gullibility, the change would stay. Without knowing what you changed, you couldn’t fix it.

“Eh, Neo?” You asked, pointing to her arm. “What was written on your arm last night?”

Neo started typing on her scroll and then held it up.