Text Gabby To Come Over

You stare at her text like it was a message sent from the gods — you needed a test subject, here she is, given to you on a silver platter.

“Yeah. But you? Back from the club so early? It’s only 1:30.”

“Yeah, music wasn’t really vibing tonight. Might’ve just as well been at a country concert. Wbu?”

“I’ll mess you up bad, I catch you dissing country one more time . Just got done with my app. You wanna come over and see?”

“Kiddingggg, country music is fine and that’s a wrong opinion I’m willing to let lie. And yes!!! Give me a sec, I’ll be over in 15.”

15 minutes!? ‘Fuck, I’m not ready for that yet.’ Courses through your brain as you hastily spit out your toothpaste, rinsing whatever you can before dashing to the bedroom. There’s a pair of pants hanging from your headboard — those will do.

You make the effort to clean up your mess — thank god you live in your own house — but by the time 15 minutes is up, you’re left with half of a clean (ish) house, and a doorbell that spells ‘Gabby’ marks the deadline. You reach the door in the most nonchalant way you can, pulling the door open to see your petite friend leaning against a pillar on your porch side, wrapped up in faux fur and Uggs. The small, delicate Japanese-American woman tosses her silky, black hair over her shoulders, revealing that soft pink blush, the cute nose that dots her face, her perfectly framed face.

“Took you long enough,” Gabby purrs, letting her California breezy accent loose like the tide. “A girl gets cold at this time of night, what with the cold front creeping in.”

You scoff at the notion, “It’s almost 2 in the morning and a few weeks away from Christmas, Gabby, anyone’s gonna get cold. Now get in here before I gotta drag an ice cube in.” You throw your arms up for a hug, to which she eagerly accepts. The fluff of her coat envelops you in this marshmallow softness that only the plush feeling of thick layers can replicate, letting you sink in to a warmth that shields your upper half from the cold rushing through your doorway. As you break the hug, you hurriedly close the break in warmth, and turn to her.

“Goddamn, I hadn’t realized it was THAT cold outside.” You shiver as you step away from the entrance.

Gabby sticks her tongue out at you, “What, like you haven’t been outside in the past week or so, you little hermit?” She studies you for a second, her eyes unwavering from your face. Then she whispers, “Oh, you actually haven’t been-“

“Nope,” you cut her off, “I’ve been mentally tearing my hair out trying to finish before the long holidays.” You give a big sigh, and turn to head towards the kitchen, “Can I get you anything? Water, hot cocoa, a snack…” Turning around, you watch as Gabby sheds her ginormous fur cloak, exposing a set of lacy red lingerie that does very little to hide much of anything. Her creamy, smooth skin dances along each edge of the fabric, a perfect pairing for that ‘gold and red’ effect — happy Chinese New Year, to you, too — accentuating every curve on her body. Your cock twitches in your pants, as your heart skips a beat and sends a pulse of blood rushing to your head.

Gabby catches your stare, and gives you a little chuckle: “Whaaaat? I told you I was coming in 15… I didn’t have time to change out of my clubbing outfit.” She lets go of the sleeves, letting the taupe fur puddle around her feet, now also devoid of shoes. Stepping a little closer, her voice drops yet again, the sultry, alto vocal fry a turn on that she’s perfected: “Not that… you mind, do you?” She holds her stare for just a second longer before booping your nose, giggling as she runs off down the hallway to your living room, “You’re so cute to tease! Heehee, the way you blush is so adorableeeee. And… I’ll take a hot cocoa if you’ll have one with me.”

Heart still racing, you make your way to the kitchen, just thinking about her body — the way the red fabric clung to her curves, hid just enough for you to know exactly what’s going on beneath, but still wanting more. It’s rare you see a thick, busty, Japanese girl, but she’s got it all: Perky C-cups, a thin waist for you to grab onto when you’re dancing in the club, the type of hips to go with it, and a cute little round ass that she got from working the stair master at the gym for hours on end. You pull up your app as you set some milk on the stove, putting out the hot chocolate mix for when it’s ready — you don’t even need it for a person like Gabby, but… it also doesn’t hurt to try. As you sit at the stove, watching the liquid begin to gently simmer, Gabby appears at the doorway, peeking her head in. “So, tiger,” she puts the rest of her body through, now sauntering towards you, “you’re really done with the app?”

You look up from the pot, and though your face doesn’t betray your shock at the outfit again, you’re pretty sure the tent that’s beginning to be pitched does. “Yep. Just finished up tuning like half an hour ago, and it seems like everything is working fine. Just need a guinea pig to try it out who’s not me. Yknow, figure out if there are any bugs or issues with end user experience.”

“Guinea pig, huh?” By now, Gabby’s walked up by your side, helping you stir the milk as it works to a rolling boil. “Well, if it’s anything like your other apps or your food, I’m super game to try it out! What do I have to do?”

You pour the milk into separate cups, spooning in spoonfuls of chocolate mix with shaky hands — surprisingly, no liquid lands outside the mugs. “Here you go — and nothing much, let’s go over to the living room to try it out.”

“Okay!” With that, Gabby bounds off, leaving you bamboozled at how she doesn’t spill any of the steaming hot cocoa in her hands.

You pull up the interface again, and shuffle over. Gabby spots you tinkering with some settings before you set your cup down on the coffee table, and claps, giddy with anticipation.

“Oooohhh, is that it? You added a dark mode to it? Niceeee, I love that already. I can’t read the mirrored words, but what are they, next to the sliders?”

You open up the interface, wordless as you start it up, then turn your attention to her: “Oh, just some adjustability factors. I got a bunch of them but these are the main ones on my display.”

As the screen switches, your app asks you a preprogrammed question as it scans the room invisibly:

Target Selection: Target choice: 2. Please select target(s) by dragging highlighter function to desired body.

Do you show off your app by changing yourself in front of Gabby? By changing Gabby herself? Or with a mix of both?