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My Cosplayer Girlfriend Likes To Watch
🕑 Added 2021-06-22 15:58:04 +0000 UTC"You lucky bastard," your friend Dave said, elbowing you painfully on the ribs as he expressed not for the first time his frustration at anger at the fact that while both of you were a pair of nerds, only one of you had actually landed a hot cosplayer girlfriend, and it wasn't him.
It's not like it was your fault, or that you even went looking for it. You met Janine at a bar, after some of your shared friends apparently decided that the two of you had some hobbies in common and should get to meet.
They had been right, you two had a shared love of sports anime that everybody knew about, and even more important, a love of ecchi anime that neither of you had told the rest of your friends about. Janine was perhaps even more into hentai that you were, and she owned quite a few japanese imports. The fact that she even went as far as learning Japanese so she could indulge in her hobby in its purest form was what led you to actually find yourself admiring her.
Perhaps your shared hobbies were the foot in the door, but you fell in love with her because of her dedication and willpower, seeing her be the kind of person you wished you could be was what ultimately led to you asking her out.
It was when you started dating that you saw that she wasn't just physically attractive, but a really cute person in general. Shy and earnest, in equal amounts, she was the sort of nerd that would remain quiet most the time, but could exposit for hours at a time about her favorite anime.
In fact, she frequently did. She had a nice voice, and you found that you could, indeed, spend hours just listening to her talk about how much she enjoyed the last anime she had watched, or how sad she was at the tragic ending, or to hear her be unable to tell a funny story because she couldn't stop cracking up and bursting into laughter at every event in it.
A couple dates later, a handful of movies and a fancy dinner or two, and she began trusting you, trusted you enough to reveal her favorite hobby, that she told none of her friends about.
And she did so by wearing a pair of daisy dukes, a red and white tank top with a pattern reminiscent of a lava lamp, and pink and black stripped socks. Her blonde hair was put up in pigtails, and she'd worn blue contacts over her green eyes.
She played to her strengths, as a short and busty blonde, and you could not help yourself but throw her on the bed.
"Janine!" you shouted, "I can't believe it," you said, as you kissed her like your life depended on it, your hands already exploring her body. It would be your first time having clothed sex.
"Call me Airi," she cried, "kuzu!"
It was almost amusing that she called you garbage as she wrapped her legs and arms around you. "Airi! Airi!"
There was little time to waste, and as you pulled down her pants, you noticed she even had the correct pair of panties, pink and frilly. You licked your lips, your cock straining against your pants so hard you might burst right out of them.
Without further ado, for the very first time ever, you and your girlfriend indulgd in each other's body.
The good memory faded as you and Dave finally made it into the convention center, and you went through the process of checking out the booths, seeing some of the new merch, saying hi to a handful of people you knew, introducing Dave as he'd much insisted to some of Janine's other group of friends...
You had a bit of fun, walking around the convention center with Dave, but finally, it was time to split. Dave was into videogames more than you were, and more importantly, you had to attend an event that your girlfriend was participating in.
A cosplay contest would be held, and she was to be one of the participants. Unsurprisingly, strikingly beautiful women and dashingly handsome men, in all manner of colorful and not so colorful costumes, some so elaborate as to put professionals to shame, others delightful in their simplicity, all paraded and strutted their stuff, showing the crowd what they'd come to see.
"Impressive," you mused, as a duo of cosplayers played the android twins from DragonBall. What was truly impressive was that you could tell they were both crossplaying, and it was truly amusing to see how well they both fit their roles.
Finally, Janine went up on stage, and you clapped fiercely as she gave her own performance, dressed this time in a black leotard with a good few belts strewn about, and carrying a large black pole with a yellow plastic scythe blade attached at the tip.
You'd seen her designing and then making the outfit, she'd spent weeks on it, and the effort was definitely showing. However, the important part was the act, and more importantly, the fact that it was a duo cosplay, as one of her friends, just about a full head taller than her, followed after, striking a ferocious looking pose fitting of the wolf ears and tail ornaments that she wore, alongside a hilariously skimpy outfit, short shorts unbuttoned at the top and a crop top with a breast window.
Part of you wondered if she'd be cancelled for the little gem on top of her forehead, though it was no bindi but a piece of jewelry instead.
As they both performed their act, Janine losing any sort of self consciousness and shyness when she performed, eagerly and openly calling out the names of her character's attacks, alongside her partner, you could only clap in genuine joy at seeing how truly happy she was.
Truly, you figured, she was the winner even if she and her partner came in third. None had enjoyed themselves like she had.
"I'm so happy you convinced me to apply," Janine said, hugging you as both of you settled into your shared hotel room, alongside her partner, who was currently raiding the mini fridge for refreshments. "I didn't think it'd be so fun to perform in front of people, I thought I'd just freeze completely, but when I got into character, it was just, just right, you know?"
You smiled and nodded, rubbing your hands on her shoulders.
"Uh, oh," she seemed nervous then, as she glanced at your crotch.
She was wearing a tight leotard, and she'd been jumping and running about, and you had gotten more than a few eyefulls of her plentiful ass masterfully framed by the black spandex.
Her hand moved towards your dick, but then-
"Hey hey hey!" the doggy girl cosplayer called as she walked into the room, holding a trio of canned drinks. "I know you guys got that sweet couple thing going on, but have some compassion for your single brethren!"
You laughed a little.
"Sorry, 'manda," Janine mumbled.
"Nah, it's cool, I get it," the dog girl said with a sigh. "I just wish I had a boyfriend who was supportive and helpful like yours."
You blinked, then looked at Janine.
Janine looked a bit sad and guilty then, and it was a bit puzzling.
Amanda noticed your confusion. "My last boyfriend," she said, passing you a drink, "I caught him cheating on me in the middle of an event, I went back to my hotel room for a part of my costume I forgot and he was hip deep," she said with a very fittingly canine growl.
Then, Amanda passed you one of the cans, and another to Janine. Beer, you noticed. All three of you opened your cans and took your first sip together.
"That hits the spot," Amanda said with a content sigh. "Really, Janine, you're such a lucky girl, his eyes didn't stray from you for even one second!"
And why would they? Janine was amazing, everything you'd ever wanted, and even more besides!
However, your girlfriend looked even more contrite and guilty.
"Oi oi, don't look so sad, that's a good thing!" Amanda said. "I'm really happy for you, you know!"
Janine took another sip of beer. "I know, it's just, it feels weird that you've always supported and tried to help me find a good guy but, I can't help you do the same!"
With your arm on her shoulder, it was easy to pull her close to you, giving her a comforting one armed hug and rubbing your cheek against hers before giving her a peck on the cheek.
Amanda laughed. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Besides, I know what sort of guy to aim for now," she said, looking at you specifically. "You wouldn't happen to have a friend who's just like you, would ya?"
For a moment, you thought of introducing her to Dave.
Then you noticed that Janine was audibly gulping, then she lowered the can.
Oh, right. She had the alcohol tolerance of a toddler. "I gots an idea!" Janine called, and it was like a lightbulb had gone off. "'manda, don' go lookin' for any boys out there, we've got a good man right here with us!"
Amanda patted her head. "You're drunk already," she said with a chuckle. "You're dating him, remember?"
"Yesh!" Janine said, with the kind of joyful happiness that only she was capable of, which warmed your heart. "I love him! Love him lots!"
You kissed her and she giggled.
"But I love you too 'manda, you're my bestest friend!"
"I love you too pipsqueak," Amanda said, ruffling her hair. "That's why I could never-"
"It would be so hot if you two had sex!"
You choked on your sip of beer, and Amanda did the same.
"Aaah, two people I love, sharing in a pash- passh- passionate embrash!" Janine began, wiggling in place.
Your eyes wide, you looked at her, then at Amanda, who was just as shocked as you were.
"Janine, that's crazy," Amanda said, finally. "I- I wouldn't, no, I could never get in between you two-"
"But you wouldn't!" Janine said, and you noticed at some point she'd swiped your can and was now chugging it, though you quickly snatched it out of her hand, it was useless, she'd downed half the can, what remained after you were done with it.
You tried to settle her, keeping her still, but she was now in full swing.
"Love ish no z-zshero shum gaym!" she protested. "I-" then the hiccups began. "I can lo- lurv- love more than one pershon!" she slammed her palm on the bed. "I wuv- luv- love you!" she said, throwing her arms around your neck.
"Yes, but different kinds of love- besides, we only met a couple of days ago, I-"
"Pishposhpash," Janine said. "If-" she was interrupted by another hiccup, "you like him!"
Amanda was frozen in place then, and so were you. She did?
"Yur jelly!" Janine accused.
"Okay, yes, I am!" Amanda finally confessed. "I told you, I wish I had a boyfriend half as good as him, and I'm super jealous that this man is surrounded by hot girls in skimpy outfits trying to get his attention and he can literally only look at you! You know how many of the girls are jealous of you around here? Most of them!"
You were taken aback.
"Fuck'em!" Janine shouted back. "But- bat- shu, you!" she said, pointing an accusing finger at Amanda. "I'm yur, your friend! We're frensh!" she once again protested. "I- I wanna, want, make you happy!" it took a few tries to finish the sentence, but she did, interrupted by her hiccups. "S-s-sho shtop whinin' and come make happy!"
Amanda squirmed underneath her accusing glare.
You turned to look at Janine, cupping her chin and turning her to look at you, a plea in your stare.
She looked at you, her expression full of love and devotion, then her small hands cupped yours. "I-" she blinked, took a deep breath and swallowed. "I want thish," she said. "I-" she hiccuped. "I planned thish."
You were frozen to the spot.
"Yu- you're the besht," she said. "And she, she'sh been da beast two," she wobbled a bit, but once again took a deep breath. "Sho, so," she steeled herself. "Please..."
Her eyes teared up.
"Can you please indulge me in this fetish? Can you please have sex with my best friend?"
Wait...
You grabbed at the can of beer and brought it up to your face- it was non-alcoholic!
So... then?
"Sorry!" she said, her face red. "I, uh, I had to get into character otherwise I could never spit it out!"
That little... Clever girl!
Amanda looked almost horrifed, but... her face was red.
Janine once more looked at you. "P-please," she stammered, "please! I promise I'll never ask something like this again, if, if you agree this time, I-"
You took her hands into your own, then brought them to your lips and kissed them.
"I just want her to experience love like I have," she said, slumping a little. "I want her to be happy, I want you to be happy... it'd make me very happy, if we could all be happy together..."
You could never, truly, deny her, not when she plead this honestly and earnestly.
Turning to Amanda, you extended a hand. You made her the offer.
Her slim hand rested on yours, and then you pulled her in for a kiss.
It was merely the start of the night, but what a night it would be.
