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AnimeCon Harem 2: Gijinka Capture
🕑 Added 2018-06-11 22:02:24 +0000 UTCSooo glad we pre-ordered our convention passes, a heavy-set girl in her twenties said, a pair of plush panda ears bobbing excitedly where they were affixed in her dirty-blonde hair. That line is just nuts."
Oh, yes, her companion said quietly, a pair of similar rabbit ears poking up from her long blonde hair. Its so crowded... Her blue eyes fluttered behind her glasses. I cant believe you talked me into this."
Megan had become Stephanies boisterous big sister ever since they met in class, always intent on trying to include the reclusive, introverted Stephanie in on things and get her to open up and have fun. Convincing the girl to attend Animecon with her had been her greatest success so far.
The Animecon pavillion was spacious and bright, lit by an enormous array of skylights. The convention proper centered around a large vendors room with hallways then branching into adjoining conference rooms where the panels, workshops, anime screenings, and events were held. Crowds of attendees, intermittently sprinkled with cosplayers, had begun to fill the area with the indecipherable blur of many individual conversations. Directly before them, a staggered and untidy line for the ticket booths stretched, several hundred people long. Excitement tingled in the air.
Talked you into a costume, you mean? Megan laughed heartily and cuffed the slimmer girl on the shoulder, actually staggering her for a moment. Sometimes, the overly physical mannerisms of her big friend really bothered Stephanie. Truuust me, as cosplay go, gijinka costumes are about as tame as they get. Youll see, Steph."
Gijinka was a term associated with the trend of making outfits as a personification of something, such as Japanese battleships illustrated in the form of cute young girls, or the conflicts of nations presented in the allegory of handsome young men squabbling with one another. Today the pair of girls wore costumes loosely representing monsters from the titular Monster Battlers, a game where trainers battled their pet monsters against one another for glory and prestige.
Megan had somewhat clumsily sewn a black and white traditional chinese dress based on Pandape, the part ape, part panda monster that Megan somewhat resembled with her short legs and stocky, round figure. Stephanies outfit was patterned on Flamituff, a fast flame-element rabbit. Shed whipped up a pink and red scheme for a sleeveless sundress on her sewing machine and glued rabbit-like ears onto a hidden headband. Matching pink elbow-length gloves and thigh-high costume boots completed her ensemble.
Shy to a fault, Stephanie fidgeted with her Flamituff dress and did her best to hide in the wide shadow her friend cast. And as usual, Megans toothy grin had an indecent feeling to it. Though Stephanie was a thin college girl with an unremarkable A-cup bust, her hips flared out to a rather generous behind, which was to her shame, quite a bit more than a handful. The freshman fifteen was her mothers favorite phrase for the pounds of derriere that had crept up on her. Determined to shed the weight, Steph had spent the whole summer break bicycling up and down the back roads of her home town.
Her tummy had become trim and her thighs were taut muscle, but to her dismay and frustration her backside hadnt reduced in size much at all. When she had returned to college, she hid her rear by wearing sweaters tied by their sleeves around her waist to class, long shirts, and a low-hanging backpack. She was oblivious to the fact that while her butt was the same size, the fatty flab of last semester had become the tight curvature of a perfectly-shaped ass.
Cmon, arent you excited? Megan said, leafing through the Animecon schedule.
Oh yes. Maybe this is all too much, in fact, Steph replied with a timid smile, tugging her dress down in the back again and smoothing it against her legs.
Those guys would probably come up and ask for your picture if you werent pretending to be so shy, you know."
Yes. Pretending to be shy, Stephanie echoed weakly. She fidgeted with her outfit in embarrassment. Surely shed made a mistake measuring the sizes of her dress, the swell of her bottom kept making her hemline ride up dangerously. She imagined she was attracting stares, and as usual any attention felt humiliating.
Lesse here... I really wanna explore the vendors room but the first voice acting panel starts soon, ughhh, Megan grumbled, completely engrossed in the convention booklet.
Which actor is the first panel for?"
It doesnt say, thats how they getcha. They have like, three A-listers and then a bunch of chumps in their voice acting guests. So they dont list whos gonna be where or when so that you havta attend them all. Tricky bastards."
Stephanie nodded silently, only a little interested, and planted herself against a wall clear of the constant traffic flow of anime fans and cosplayers. There were otaku and geeks of all shapes, sizes, genders, and ethnicities streaming by. Some dressed casually, others wore fedoras and trenchcoats. Several were pudgy-faced manchildren, while some others looked like theyd walked off the stage of a celebrity fashion show. There were small knots of friends who clung together and there were loners, lovers walking in pairs and stalkers trailing behind. Altogether, it was certainly interesting so far.
Her eyes were drawn to a guy who had paused in the hallway across from them to fix his costume. He wore a tasteful dress uniform from a space fantasy military, one she vaguely recognized from one of those Fantasy Wars titles. The young mans brown hair was styled in artful disarray, and overall... he was pretty cute. He had his own pre-registration badge dangling from his necklace. No wait, two badges dangled from his single cord, along with something smaller, she realized as he lifted them up over his head. Odd.
Tugging the right sleeve of his jacket back, he drew the lanyard around his wrist, doubled it around, and then slipped the badges through the loops and pulled the excess snug. Clever, Stephanie decided, watching the sleeve slide down to conceal the passes. It was a convenient trick cosplayers used to have an easily accessible badge to show the con staff while not being noticeable for impromptu picture-taking.
She was just letting her attention wander away from him when she noticed it, the small trinket that had been attached with his badges fall out of his sleeve and onto the carpeted floor. Not noticing what hed lost, Brian stepped away and continued onward through the hall, straightening his collar.
Uhm, hey, Stephanie called quietly, glancing around to see if anyone else had noticed. The murmur of voices in the convention hall was too loud for him to hear her. She quickly ducked between a pair of passerby and snatched the item off the ground. A little carved and wrapped omamori charm, a Japanese amulet for luck or protection, and she felt pleased with herself for recognizing what it was.
Ah! Excuse me, she said, stepping after him and doing her best to raise her voice.
You dropped... your, Ahh! A tiny, unseen bolt of energy arced from the charm into her palm, almost causing her to drop it. She examined it closely as the stinging sensation in her hand began to subside.
What in the world? For a moment her head spun with dizziness, pink motes of light swimming through her vision. She felt a little giddy... or maybe light-headed? Whoa. I really shouldnt have skipped breakfast.
Steph! Whatd ya run off for, Megan huffed. Whats that?"
Its a... he dropped it, Steph replied, her head clearing. The cute guy was just ahead, hed been stopped for a photo. I need to catch up to him, she thought. And then somethings going to happen? But what? In the pit of her stomach she was uneasy at the thought of showing Megan the omamori, almost as if it wasnt meant for her. Megan wasnt shy, shed return the charm to the boy without a second thought, while Stephanie stood helpless on the sidelines.
She couldnt let that happen. This was her chance. This amulet sitting in her palm was her ticket to... well, something. Pink powder drifted throughout her thoughts, obscuring what that something might be. Something big.
Well, ya gonna give it back to him? Megan asked.
Uhm, well... yeah, she answered distractedly, clutching the charm to her chest protectively. The guy struck a dynamic pose for the next photo, drawing a pistol from a holster inside his jacket and leveling it at some unseen target far in the distance in one smooth movement. His steely eyes narrowed, and he clenched his teeth, looking like hed stepped out of action film. Totally badass, Stephanie thought, selectively ignoring the fussy young mother ushering a pair of superhero-costumed toddlers around the guys pose.
Wow. It was mildly warm in the convention center, but she felt a wave of goosebumps travel down her body. Damn, he looks... delicious. She looked him up and down and every detail she took in lit a new fire inside of her. Whats gotten into me? His shoulders were broad but not bulky, and though he wasnt particularly muscled, she could see the tone in his arms. Bright pink traces of light deep inside of her were becoming sparks and a warm feeling spread through her. Already in a daze again, her attention wandered down to his...
Stephanies face flushed and she studiously turned her head back towards Megan. A tingle trickled down from her chest to her stomach, almost like an electric current... A thrumming and excited energy that made her shift her legs uncomfortably.
You know how I told you I wasnt really all that interested in guys?"
Yeah...? Megan prompted, raising an eyebrow.
Stephanie squirmed, scuffing her costume boots against the carpet. It just hit. It just hit all at once, she breathed, hiding her face.
Stephanie? Youre droolin, hun. her friend laughed.
Surprised and ashamed at herself, Stephanie wiped her chin with the back of her glove. She hadnt actually been drooling... although her mouth had certainly watered at the sight. Neon pink sparks popped and fizzled in her head. So thats what this feels like.
You gonna return that thing, or what? Megan asked, staring pointedly.
Yes, I am, Stephanie confirmed, still vacantly nodding.
Right... now...? Megan wondered, prodding Stephanies bare shoulder with her finger.
Right now. Stephanie echoed, her feet firmly planted and not budging.
Right now, Megan cooed huskily, wrapping the girl in her meaty arms and smothering her in a motherly embrace. Go on! Go on, you hussy. Give it to him.
Not funny! Stephanie awkwardly squirmed and pawed her way free, blushing brightly in embarrassment and not daring to check and see if the boy had noticed the commotion.
Ready? Steady... annnnnd go! Megan shoved, pushing Stephanie forward suddenly. Flabbergasted and off-balance, Stephanie backpedaled and twisted, colliding into Brian spectacularly. For a moment pink bursts swam across her vision, and Stephanie toppled over in surprise, taking him with her to the ground.
Ahh! She exclaimed sharply as something pressed up against her mons. She arched her back in surprise, the inside of her head swimming with small gouts of fluttering pink flames. Looking down in growing horror, she realized she was sitting atop him, no, straddling him, right in the middle of the convention hallway. Her creamy thighs enveloped his head and his face was snugly buried into her panties. Oh no. Oh no no no. This isnt happening.
Whoaaa damn, someone said. Everyone nearby had stopped what they were doing to look.
Stephanie are you okay? Megan exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter. I really didnt mean to, Im sorry Steph!"
Oh man, hot, The nearest of a trio of teenage boys was already scrambling for his phone.
Glasses askew and blushing furiously, she planted her hands on the ground above his head and lifted her unexpectedly sensitive bundle of nerves off of his face, not daring to peek at his expression. Her mind was so awash with bright pink flashes of light that she nearly lost hold of the charm.
Hey hold up, lemme get a shot of this first, someone behind her said, snapping a shot of her compromising position. Stephanies dress had ridden up, and her gray striped panties strained to cover the curves of her plump bottom.
"Niiiice, a passing girl in a schoolgirl uniform said, her digital camera playing its shutter sound effect repeatedly. Happens in like, every single anime ever."
Classic, her friend agreed, Anime cliché number one, haha."
Im so sorry, Stephanie stammered, Im so sorry, I just Completely red-faced in embarrassment, she shakily pushed off her knees and stood, trying to pretend everyone wasnt staring at her. Her eyes locked on Brian, too terrified to register what was going on outside of the horrifically intimate situation shed entangled herself in. Are you okay? she squeaked.
Working his jaw tenderly, he looked at her with a bemused smile. Im alright, you okay? His eyes flicked down for a split-second to glance at her panties.
Im fine, she blurted, simultaneously mortified and strangely... flattered with the quick look he had stolen. She struggled to pull her dress back over her exposed thighs as Megan pulled her back out of the way of people passing through.
Awesome man, wicked. one of the teens interjected, offering Brian a hand and tugging him to his feet.
That was staged, right...? an overweight neckbeard asked dubiously.
Uh, duh, one of his peers retorted as traffic began to resume through the hallway.
Brian took a moment to clear his head, standing out of the way across from Megan and Stephanie and straightening his costume.
Soooo, nice tackle Flamituff! Well make it to the championship yet! Megan yelled, pointing her rolled-up schedule into the air dramatically.
It was an accident! Youyou pushed me, I only meant to g she sputtered in exasperation.
Okay, well at least hes cute, Megan wasnt able to suppress a grin at seeing her friend flustered and blushing. Next time, you do the pushing and Ill climb on top of him, she said, giving Steph a playful shove.
Stephanie gaped at her large friend, trying not to imagine the result.
Cmon, dont look at me like that. Pssh, fine. Go give him back his whatever it was he dropped so we can get going to the panel.
Oh no. Oh no no no I cant face him after that.
I cant. I really cant, not now, Stephanie said, hanging her head. Im too shy for this.
Megan frowned, putting her hands on her hips. I thought you really meant it when you said youre interested in this guy? Were you being serious?
Stephanie gulped. Yes? I think so, I think I am.
Then forget the panel, theres like, another three voice acting panels later anyways. Go to talk to this guy. Chat him up about anime, eat lunch with him, rub your ladybits on his face again, whatever. Youre adorable, hes cute, lifes short and you only live once. You gotta buck up and be my brave little shounen hero, this is the summertime of your youth, Megan recited, racking her brain for more advice clichés but coming up dry. She loved pretending to be wise.
Arent I more of a tragic shoujo heroine? Stephanie asked with a grim smile.
No way, thats me. Hence my starry eyes and impossibly slender legs, Megan said sarcastically, flicking her hands out dramatically enough to shake her panda ears. Now get moving before I throw you into him again.
I-I am kind of hungry. You want to just go get some lunch? Stephanie found herself saying.
Okay then! But ask him, not me. Im on my way to a panel. Megan said, speaking loudly and winking. Remember, summertime of your youth.
In Japan Id already be considered an old lady, Stephanie said numbly.
Better hurry then, go and eat him up, Megan said lecherously as she walked away. Ill meet up with you in the vendors room after this voice acting panels over, mmkay? For all the delicious details."
Im not ready for this, Stephanie thought as she watched her friend disappear into the throng of convention attendees filling the halls. Ill never be ready for this. But, she composed herself as best she could and crossed the hall to him, fighting down her fear and embarrassment. Megan was right. She was in college now, it was ridiculous for her to still be afraid of talking to boys. She was nearly jostled by people passing by, and because of how crowded it was getting she ended up stopping rather closer to this boy than shed planned on daring; well within arms reach of him.
He looked up at her.
And Stephanies mind went blank, proper line of thought swept away like driftwood in the surf and spray of a surging wave of attraction. His eyes, a mottled green, seemed to smolder, and she felt a lifetime of her hasty preconceptions about the silliness of sappy romances melt away beneath the heat of his gaze. There was a deep, haunting beauty about his gaze, a hidden pain etched within that captivated her completely. Oh whoa. Oh no.
Distracting pink bursts of sparks seemed to be colliding in her head and traveling down her body in jittery, electrifying currents and pulses, and it felt like parts of her body shed never known about were warming up and turning on in response.
Hi, she squeaked, terror and excitement grappling her senses.
You dropped you, uh, your omamori fell, and... she held it out to him.
My what...? He yanked back his sleeve, checking where his badges dangled from the lanyard around his wrist and surprised to see that it was indeed missing.
Thanks, coulda lost it for good. He rewarded her with an endearing smile that sent a tingle of pink energy twitching down into her abdomen, and as she passed it to him her hand lingered a moment longer than necessary.
She wanted him. Wanted to know him, possess him, to run her fingers through the downy softness of his hair, to hold him in her arms and be embraced in turn by him. Shed always been socially self-conscious and tried not to stare at people before, but with lips parted wordlessly, she was thinking only that she could examine and adore him forever. The strong line of his chin, the lines of his neck, the breadth of his shoulders...
Uhm, we got off on the wrong feet. Wrong foot, we got off on the wrong foot, so maybe we could... start over? Fresh start? Im Stephanie.
Brian, he offered, smiling. Would you want to have lunch? The convention center has a little cafe down the hall, little less crowded than the concessions stands in the main lobby...
Did he read my mind?! Stephanie thought, eyes wide, not realizing that Megan had been speaking loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear earlier. Thatd be great! I actually didnt have breakfast, so Im pretty famished, she said with a nervous laugh.
Uhm...! she managed as a tall nerd in a camouflage jacket backed into her side as he vied for a better angle of a nearby ninja cosplayer with his camera-phone. Stephanie rebounded off of him and into the back of an enormous hairy girl who had a fox-tail accessory dangling from the back of her spats.
Here, Brian said, taking Stephanies hand and tugging her along as the hambeast wearing the fox-tail turned around. Stephanie was brimming with excitement, in more ways than one. Flickers and flashes of pink light became spurts of pink flame in her head and she realized in alarm that she was... wet.
For Stephanie, it was a new feeling. Sexuality had always frightened her. To her, fornicating was something that would probably feel uncomfortable and most likely hurt. Shed thought getting wet would feel gross, make her want to excuse herself to wipe clean. Now, in the moment, nothing could be further from the truth.
Her sex was filled with liquid heat, and the sensual feeling of her lips sliding against one another with each step made her hips sway a little bit more. She wanted to touch herself. No wait, I want him to touch me. Without discretion, her eyes roamed freely across his butt as he walked, he was taller than her and with his longer stride and slower steps his pace seemed more casual, like a saunter. Stephanies mouth was still watering, and she swallowed consciously, an erratic surge of pink energy thrumming up and down Stephanies core.
Okay, calm way down, Steph, she imagined Megans voice. Being excited like this for the first time is okay, but dont go acting like a pervert.
A group of sixteen-year-old girls dressed as a gang of anime-style juvenile delinquents was loitering in front of the cafe, some of them squatting and pretending to smoke the sticks of pocky that dangled from their lips. For a moment she could hear their hushed whispers, but as they approached the entrance, the wannabe gang composed their young faces into exaggerated scowls and struck intimidating poses. Stephanie covered her mouth shyly to hide her smile as they passed the spectacle.
Although the convention hall itself was getting pretty packed, she was surprised to see the attached cafe was mostly unoccupied. Or rather, she surprised until she saw the prices on the menu-board, and she paled. Did they put those decimals in the right place? The small cafe was fashionably appointed in dark wood paneling and the dimmer lighting lent it a cozier atmosphere, with several rows of secluded booths along the back wall in addition to a scattering of tables throughout.
Noticing her expression, Brian quirked an eyebrow. On me? he offered.
Oh no, I can pay for my own. But thank you, she blurted, horrified at the thought of him spending sixteen dollars on her lunch. In fact, the thought of buying herself one was still daunting. Maybe just a salad. They ordered their overpriced meals and slipped into a booth across from one another, beginning their meals in a somewhat tense silence.
Okay, Brian said after a deep breath.
I wanted to talk to you, because Im, well, curious. About you. You picking up my charm was just a coincidence, right?
I saw you drop it when you were putting your necklace on your wrist, she said timidly, And you were walking away...
And you landing on me like that, that was an accident?
She nodded, her cheeks burning. Im really very sorry about that, she said quietly.
No dont be. And if youre having lunch with me out of some sense of guilt or obligation... then dont worry about it, you dont have to eat with me. To be honest, Im not sorry about it, he said finally. It hurt, yeah. My head hit the ground pretty hard and everything, but it was... fun. Interesting. Itll be a funny story, an anime cliche brought to life. The real reason Im here at Animecon anyways is...
Is what? she asked carefully, eyes wide.
Thats... complicated, he said slowly. I thought I was going to come here and feel sorry for myself, dwell on some bad things that happened recently. But a close friend of mine wanted me to come here to have fun, forget, move on from all of that. Thanks to you I feel like Im not letting my friend down now, so thank you.
She smiled brightly at him, Youre welcome, then.
She found herself intensely curious about him. Her whole body was filling up with frantic pink butterflies, anxious, interested, compelling feelings. As if there were a million things she wanted to ask him, but searching her mind for the words to pose to him, she couldnt think of a single thing. Each passing second as she sat across from him delicately eating her salad felt like another wasted opportunity and it was vexing her terribly. Say something, say something!
Ah! You know, I picked it up but didnt even look that closely at it... may I see your omamori? she asked.
My what? He asked, giving her a quizzical look.
Your charm, she said, pointing towards his sleeve.
He pushed back the sleeve of his costume and his Animecon badges and the charm clinked against the table, still affixed to his wrist.
Its neat, she said, trying not to run out of conversation. That isnt the kanji for luck", but... I cant tell what it says. Did you get it in the vendors room?
No, a friend gave it to me. It says... He nearly blurted out Harem but immediately thought better of it.
It says something dumb, he admitted, flashing her a charming grin.
Stephanie giggled, looking at him curiously but not pressing for a better answer. His grin was uncomfortably disarming, and the pink flickering flames and fluttering butterflies were going to overflow soon. She carefully set down her fork and took a deep breath.
Theres something I wanted to say. About when I fell for you. I mean! On you. When I fell on you, she hastily corrected herself.
I, uh... well, I was so embarrassed I thought I would die. Ive never been that embarrassed in my whole life. She said bluntly. But at the same time... She squeezed her hands into her lap, staring down at the remains of her salad.
But at the same time...? He prompted, looking puzzled.
At the same time. It kind of, her eyes darted to him and she fidgeted in her seat.
What I mean to say is, uhm, she bit lip. Im glad that I fell on you?
Oh. He said, surprised. Can I ask why?
It was exciting, she admitted, looking away. She could feel the blood rushing to her face again. I dont do things like that. I mean, things like that dont happen to me. It was exciting. In... you know, that way. She found that an idiotic smile had become plastered across her face and she didnt dare look back at him.
I thought so too, he said, chuckled softly. But that kind of goes without saying.
...It does?
Yeah.
Uhm, ...why? Her cute expression was almost painfully innocent.
He considered how best to respond for several long moments. I could tell you how attractive I find you, how hot it was to suddenly have you trying to sit on my face in the middle of the convention floor, and how much I want to further... excite you.
R-really?! Her whole body was lighting up, and she was intimately conscious of how wet she was and how close they were, just a small tabletop between them.
But, he said, sounding tired now, Even if you felt the same way right now, that wouldnt make it a good idea to tell you those things. We just met earlier today, I just got out of a long relationship... You seem like a nice girl, and I dont want to make anything awkward.
Wait, wait, She stammered. Her mind was a whirling pink kaleidoscope of spinning color. Arent you already basically telling me all that? I dont, uhm, I dont mind hearing, I mean it doesnt bother me. You can say whatever you want. Stop babbling!
Well, okay then. Id better get this off my chest now, he said, taking a sip from his drink.
To be honest, I never trained Flamituffs, he continued, glancing at the rabbit-like ears perched atop her head. The extra attacks they get make it seem like a great monster to pick, but their attacks dont have any... you know, any oomph.
Her cautious smile waxed into a brilliant one again at the sudden detour hed steered the topic onto, equal parts disappointed and relieved. Simply talking to a boy she was crushing on was unexpectedly thrilling, but shed better not get in over her head. Maybe he liked her, and that was really great. But if he also shared her interest in Monster Battlers, well, that was fine too. For now.
Hey now, she said in spite of herself, When you train their speed the whole way up, they- uhm, they make so many attacks in one turn that it adds up to the same damage a Terrander could do in a one-hit turn.
Yeah, guess you could. If you totally maxxed out its speed. But say youre up against defensive types like Turtusk. Instead of Turtusks damage reduction saving against whatever fixed damage of one attack, it saves against that damage on every separate attack that turn, so your damage just isnt going to add up in those cases.
Thats, well. Yeah, thats true, she conceded. But since Flamituffs are so fast already, when you train them for speed their chance to dodge attacks rises really high, too. Her eyes were sparkling now. So instead of focusing on attack and defense like most monsters, shell just attack more often and get hit less often, she proclaimed proudly. My Flamituff against a Turtusk would still be an even fight since Turtusks dont have really high accuracy.
He gave her a warm, thoughtful smile, and parts of her quivered. Had she really been geeking out in front of this cute guy? She should feel embarrassed, but instead he was into it, so it was kinda nice. Shed never really shared her interests with the opposite sex, it felt rather... engaging.
Kinda seems youd have a flame element monster that acts like an air element monster, just with the different set of weaknesses. I like it, itd throw off most monster battlers.
Thats what I cant get Megan to understand! She tries to fight my Flamituff like youd fight a Fierhog, she exclaimed, feeling more at ease. What monster do you fight with?
He finished his drink, tugging his sleeve back down over his wrist and giving her a cryptic smile. Youd have to try me to find out.
I can take you on, she said, I mean, Ive already, kinda, knocked you down once already, so... Her butt wriggled in her seat. Inwardly she was delighted with herself. Am I... flirting with him?
Yeah, that was... more effective than I thought it would be, Brian admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and letting his gaze travel down her pink lips to the smooth white lines of her neck. But can you really still be confident when you dont know what I might have up my sleeve?
Convention passes and a weird charm, she answered smartly, pleased with herself, and leaned forward with growing confidence. Im ready for anything you can throw at me.
Now that was a challenge if hed ever heard one.
Before she could register what was happening, he leaned in himself, his lips upon hers. A moist and sensual kiss swirled through the flotsam of arousal raging within her, and Stephanie grabbed his shoulders in surprise. The pink, fluid heat inside her boiled, bright sparks burst and streamers of light hissed and whizzed across her mind. Without thinking she was kissing him back, licking his lips, tentatively slipping her tongue into his mouth, the sweet taste of
They broke apart reluctantly, and a spasm rippled through Stephanies body, the forgotten cafe around them swimming back into existence.
That was, that uuh, Stephanie began, her unfocused, half-lidded eyes fluttering as she gasped for air.
Stephanie... your hair, he interrupted.
My what? she asked in breathless confusion.
What about my hair? A single streak of daring pink highlights had inexplicably appeared in her long blonde tresses.
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