Tyler

Jessica sipped her drink, pretending to scan the crowd. Tyler stayed beside her, hands in his pockets, eyes drifting toward the dance floor, then back to her. Like he was looking for something better, but... maybe she would do the trick.

"I thought you were gonna say some stupid pick-up line," she muttered.

"I was hoping you’d save me the effort."

That made her laugh, low and unexpected. He smiled, looking her up and down, while trying not to make it apparent.

"You here with anyone?" he asked.

Jessica shrugged.

"I came here with Dani. But I’m not really with anyone."

"Same," he replied. It wasn’t a line. Just facts.

She looked him over again. He wasn’t her type. He didn’t even seem particularly interested. But he was broad. Solid. He smelled like clean sweat and IPA. His arms looked like they could hold her up, even if he wouldn’t say anything interesting while doing it.

She was horny and wanted more points. She had only played for an hour or two, but she was already **** to upgrade herself.

She looked him in the eye.

"Wanna get out of here?" she said.

"Seriously?"

"You said you weren’t looking for a girlfriend."

He stared at her for half a second longer than necessary. Then nodded.

"Right."

He didn’t offer his hand. She didn’t expect him to.

They didn’t speak much on the way over. A few short comments about the cold, the neighborhood, the music at the club. Nothing that stuck.

When they got to her place, Jessica kicked her shoes off and turned on a low lamp in the corner. Warm, soft light. Just enough to see by. Tyler stood in the middle of the room, shifting his weight from one leg to the other like he wasn’t quite sure what came next.

Neither of them made a move for the couch.

She pulled off her top.

"You're ready?" she asked, trying to work against her low confidence. The **** in her blood helped.

She didn’t want to seduce. She wanted to finish a transaction.

Confidence was just another stat now, and she was learning how to spend it.

He blinked like she’d snapped him out of something. "Yeah. You?"

She started unzipping her jeans. No dramatic reveal. No slow tease. Just wriggling out of the tight denim until it lay on the floor. Mechanically. His eyes followed the line of her body, lingering on her hips, her breasts. She could see it in his expression: a flicker of surprise. He liked what he saw more than he expected to.

She felt a small surge of something. Not pride. Just... confirmation.

He pulled off his shirt, then his pants. No flourish. Just peeling back layers.

She hadn’t expected much, but he actually didn't look bad. Broad chest. Thick arms. A little softness, but not in a bad way. Strong thighs.

Jessica caught herself staring for half a second too long. He noticed. Neither of them said anything about it. He grinned.

They stood there, in their underwear, just long enough for the moment to stretch.

Then she reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

Tyler stepped closer, still not quite smooth. His hands hovered near her waist, unsure.

Jessica didn’t wait. She reached up, fingers brushing the side of his jaw, guiding his face to hers.

The kiss started clumsy. Lips grazed, slightly off-center. She adjusted. Tilted her head. Slid a hand into his hair and held him there—not tight, just sure.

Confidence: {Confidence}/10. It made a difference.

His mouth opened to her, and this time it clicked. The rhythm settled, slow and solid, like a dance they didn’t need to practice. He made a soft sound as her chest pressed to his—her breasts pushing softly into his ribs, full and warm, lifted and real. She felt the subtle shift in his stance, how his hands moved from uncertain to possessive.

One slid to her waist. The other gripped her ass, not roughly, but with a kind of greed. His fingers pressed into soft skin and muscle just firm enough to push back. They kissed again, deeper now. His tongue was heavier, his breath louder. She let her hands trail over his chest, down to his sides. He was stronger than he looked. She liked the weight of him.

And he was clearly enjoying her, his hands everywhere now, sliding up her back, over the curve of her hips. He hadn’t said anything about her tits, but she knew he wanted to bury his face in them. She kept the bra on for now.

Jessica pushed closer to him. It was like her body knew better how to move now, nothing revolutionary, just instinctual shifts in angle and pressure. Smooth because she wasn’t trying too hard.

He moaned when her hand found his bulge. It wasn't extensive in length, but the thickness felt good.

They didn’t speak as they moved to the bed. She took his hand and led him there, that was all. It wasn’t romantic. It was just happening.

Jessica peeled her underwear off slowly, not for effect, just to keep control of the moment. Tyler watched her from the edge of the bed, eyes on her chest like he couldn’t help it. Her tits were full and high now, soft, perky, the kind of breasts men remembered but never quite described right.

"Damn," he muttered, eyes locked down tightly on her chest.

"You gonna keep staring, or...?"

That got him moving. He stripped down quickly. Broad chest, sturdy thighs, a soft middle that matched his attitude. His cock was thick, noticeably thicker than what she was used to, but not very long. When he pushed her gently back onto the bed, she giggled.

Tyler slipped between her legs, rubbed himself against her once, twice, then pushed it in.

She gasped. This was good, a nice thick dick. She tightened her pussy around him, testing her upgraded pussy. Not a full grip, not yet. But enough for both of them to feel it.

"Fuck," he gasped, sinking balls deep, all five inches buried inside her. "You’re actually hot as hell."

"Of course I am," she thought, "I paid for this with my points."

Jessica let her thighs spread wider. Let him thrust. His rhythm was basic, no finesse, but his weight felt solid, his pace consistent. His cock dragged through her in thick, deliberate strokes. It wasn’t the best she’d ever had, but it filled her.

Still... it wasn’t hitting the right spot.

She pushed him back with both hands.

Tyler looked confused as she nudge him onto his back and climbed on top. "You're not... uh, yeah, okay."

She straddled him, lifted her hips, and sank down slowly. She could feel his thickness spread her open, stretch her pussy around him. A soft moan left her lips. Her body moved smoother now, thanks to the upgraded fitness. She could keep balance, use her thighs, shift her angle until it felt right.

She bounced lightly, then rolled her hips in a slow, grinding rhythm. Her tits moved with her, swaying, brushing his chest, nipples taut and responsive.

Tyler’s eyes were wide now. Hands on her hips. Breathing harder as she rocked herself on top of him, her tits swaying. Jessica leaned in. Let her weight rest on him as she rode in tight, slow waves. Her ass wasn’t huge or sculpted, but it bounced just enough when she dropped down. Grabbable, real.

"Your pussy feel so good," he mumbled, getting closer.

She didn’t answer. She wasn’t cumming. Not yet. But the friction, the way her clit moved against his belly, it was doing something.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned.

Jessica felt his cock twitch inside her. His cum a warm feeling.

He looked up at her, embarrassed.

"Uh, sorry."

Jessica brushed her hand through her hair, still breathing hard, and climbed off.

“I’m gonna shower,” she said, casual. Maybe the shower head would finish her off.

She left him there.

He was gone when she came back, his cum now safely down the shower drain.

She still felt cheated of a good orgasm. But the shower had fixed that. The app on her phone lit up as she stepped out, still damp, still flushed.

7 points. Unallocated.