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- >Finding something that fit her was turning out to be quite a challenge
- >Most were too big, some were too worn, others weren't a suitable color-
- >Wait
- >Why do you even care this much?
- >She's just a guest, after all
- >Somehow you still feel that you should find something at least remotely nice for her
- >Going through your wardrobe proved to be a long-winded process
- >Then again, you might just be too picky
- >Band shirts? No
- >Print tees? Nah
- >Baggy jeans? Not her style
- >Sweatpants? Never
- >The dull sound of rushing water from the shower suddenly ends, replaced by her melodic voice
- >''Anon? I can't find the clothes.''
- ''Uh, yeah, just wait there, okay?''
- >Fuck it
- >She'll have to do with Lonsdale and shorts for now
- >They were old gym wear from way back, and you had outgrown them a while ago
- >Grabbing the clothes, you rush out of the bedroom towards the shower
- ''Hey, yo, I found someth-''
- >Your speech is interrupted by the sight of Celestia, draped in nothing but your towel
- >Taking in her form, at this moment, your dong decides to start expanding once again
- >Sadly, you are wearing sweatpants
- >Think fast
- ''Hey, uh, I found these, should be about your size and all, so yeah.''
- >You babble on with a nervous smile, desperately needing some time to cool down
- >Her coming closer didn't help, mist rising off her almost naked form
- >The scent of your shower gel mixing with her perfume was intoxicating
- ''Uh. Here.''
- >You robotically hold the clothes out to her, unable to take your eyes off her bare shoulders and collarbone
- >Somehow she looks so delicate, so soft despite her age
- >On the other hand, you have no idea how old she is, but she looks twenty-five at most
- >A hot twenty fiver at that
- >Holding her towel up with one hand, she grasps the offered clothes
- ''Ooh.''
- >Her features adopt a tinge of concern, and her soft pink lips part, as if in slow-motion
- >''Anon? Are you okay?''
- ''Oh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay! Never better!''
- >''Are you sure? You're looking a little, well, odd.''
- >You give her your best prize-winning smile and nod
- ''Oh, I'm good. No worries. Yeah.''
- >Honestly, you have a reason to look odd
- >The space between her defined collarbone and the soft curve marking the beginning of her breasts is definitely eye-catching
- >You find yourself thinking just what you would do to her if you had the chance
- >The way you'd undress her, trailing soft kisses down her body, from her neck and shoulders, to her breasts, down her stomach, down the insides of her thighs
- >And then moving back upward, not stopping until you'd reach the most prized spot on a woman's body
- >The way she'd moan your name in delight, as you'd slowly, lovingly take her, your movements slowly turning rougher, more violent
- >Pulling her by her hair from behind, pressing your body to her naked form, finally reaching a shuddering climax deep inside her, both of you calling out in the night
- >Oh God
- >And there she is, mere feet from you, wearing nothing but a towel and waving her hand in front of your face with a concerned look on her face
- >''Anon, are you sure you're okay?''
- ''Hummfgh.''
- >''You've been spacing out for a minute now. Should I call an ambulance? Is it your ribs?''
- ''Oh? Uh, no, no need! I'm just a bit tired, is all.''
- >You notice that your mouth has mysteriously dried up, almost thatch-like in quality
- >And that isn't helped by the hand holding up the towel slipping.
- >With something almost like a crash, the towel previously covering her naked body cascades to the floor
- >Your mouth falls open, as if of it's own accord, and you find yourself drawing a deep, shuddering breath
- >She is even more beautiful than you ever imagined, and you find your gaze wandering across her body
- >The gentle curve of her ample chest, small pink nipples peeking out
- >Her slim waist, wide hips, and cute belly button, the small intrusion flanked by firm abdominal muscles
- >Her silky smooth legs, firm with just a hint of fat, and what you swear is a slight thigh gap
- >And there, sitting above her tiny snatch, a small tuft of neatly trimmed hair, colored identically to her hair
- >In just a moment, you have assembled enough material to fill your mental fap folder for months to come
- >''Oh! Oh dear, my hand slipped, I'll just get this…''
- >She crouches to retrieve her towel, and when she stands again and starts wrapping the towel around herself, you notice an almost tomato-like blush on her face
- >God fucking damn it, it's been way too long
- ''Hnng.''
- >''Dear me, I don't know what happened! I just, just-''
- >She trails off in an incredibly nervous giggle and looks away
- ''So, uh…''
- >''Yes?''
- ''Is that dyed?''
- >Without a word, she slams the door in your face, taking the clothes with her
- >You fucking idiot
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