Staying in

Once you are done getting dressed, you get out of your bedroom, move into the living room and see that Katy's already gotten comfortable.
"You've got a nice house here" she says, looking around with that smile of hers still on her face.
"Thanks" you reply, sitting down next to her. While she did get a brief look at you earlier, only now she can take her time.
You look back at her, and read something of relief in her eyes.

'What?" you ask, surpressing an urge to smile.
"Ah, it's nothing" Katy tells you, but you press on.
"Oh, okay. It's just that I expected you to be some sort of...creepy nerd"
You can't help but laugh and thank her for the compliment.
"Really, though" she says, smiling. "It's usually the ugly loner guys that know that much about people like me". In response, you nod thoughtfully.
"I was half expecting some sort of fat guy with a shirt covered in nachos, you know?"
Again, you laugh. You can't help it. Katy's really funny, you're not laughing because she's a celebrity.

"There must be a con, though" Katy speaks up as she looks you over.
In an act that makes her look quite forward and puts you off balance, she lifts your shirt up.
"Nice abs...that can't be it". Teasingly running her fingertips down your stomach, she continues her search for flaws about you. "Strong arms..." she mumbles as she feels your biceps. "Stand up for me, will you?" she asks, again smiling her irresistable smile. Quickly, you comply.
You feel her hand on your ass. "Tight ass, too. Just as I suspected".
Oh shit. You feel yourself getting hard. Katy Perry's in your house and feeling you up. You lean forward slightly, trying to hide your stirring groin from her. Your "troubles" unknown to her, she continues looking you over and submitting you to her soft hands. "No ring, so you're not married.." she says with her tender digits tracing circles over the palm of your hand.

"Katy, should we maybe get going?" you ask, feeling quite the fool but you can't think of anything better.
The sexy brunette gets up, stands up in front of you and then pushes you down on the couch. "We're not going anywhere...I think I might've found something" is her answer, looking at your groin. Again, that gentle hand finds your body and this time feels the outline of your cock in your shorts.
"Oh my...that's not the problem either" she notes as she sits down in your lap.
"Maybe this is it..". With those words, Katy leans in and kisses you deeply.
A soft moan follows as she feels your crotch press against her curvy ass.
"Great kisser...and not gay, judging by how you did it and what's in your pants"
Holy fuck. You're not dreaming? You realise that you never had control over your dreams, so once
you run your hands over her ass, you're certain. This is no dream. This is all real.