An Average Day

You're Emma, an eighteen year old girl that lives in her parents' house, somewhere in the suburbs of a large city. Your parents both work full days, while you were fired from your previous job at a clothing store last month. You only ever finished high school, because you thought you'd be able to work at the store for the larger part of your life. The pay was alright and kept increasing every year. Unfortunately, you got too expensive for your employer to keep and were sacked. Now, you spend your days being lazy around the house. Occasionally, you'll look for a job, but you usually just hang on the couch, watching tv, or browsing the internet on your computer.

You yawn and stretch as you wake up. With a casual glance to you right, you see that it's already twelve. You'd rather just stay in bed all day today, but that would just get you yelled at by your parents once they both get home. You toss the covers off yourself and whip your legs over the edge of you bed. Exhaling in a loud groan, you stretch once more, before pushing yourself to your feet.

As you walk over to the bathroom, you brush your hands through your blonde hair, which reaches to a few inches below your shoulders. You stare into the mirror and see yourself staring back. Your hair is messy and you look tired without your make-up on, but you think that look is oddly sexy. You take a step back to get your full body into view, a body that doesn't look all that impressive with the loose nightgown you wear while you sleep, so you quickly pull that off over your head. You give yourself a nod of approval as you look at your nude self from top to bottom. Your D-cup breasts are one of your main assets. Your female classmates used to say that they don't count, because you still have a small amount of 'babyfat' on your waist, but you know that has nothing to do with their size. You grab yourself by the small 'lovehandles', as your mom and dad call them. You could probably get rid of them in about two or three months of casual gym visits, but your laziness prevents you from doing that. They are the main reason you never seemed to get one of those jocks for yourself. It was always the geeks that approached you. You only ever slept with one of them, though, and that was only to say you were no longer a virgin. Your hands release your waist, and move to give yourself a slap on your bum, which was more than a handful in size, and also your second favourite asset.

After you're done looking yourself over, you feel like it's time to take some action and decide on what to do next.