Charmy Valentine's

Location: Your Apartment
Time: 4:00pm
Date:???

On a warm, summer afternoon, you and Charmy decided that it would be a good idea to break in your new apartment by grinding out a few sets in the latest Sumo Slammers installment. As it stands, you haven’t really gotten to unpack the majority of your personal belongings. Most of the boxes have been neatly stacked into a corner, shoved to the back of your bedroom closet and tucked underneath your bed. It’s a bit slovenly, but you aren’t exactly in a rush to get yourself situated. After all, you feel fortunate to have gotten out of your parent’s place as soon as you did. Once Olivia and Kevin went off to college, you feel as if you’ve just been spinning your wheels for these past few months. And with your Mom frantically asking about what you were planning on doing with your life, you’d finally decided that you had enough and jumped from the nest, headfirst. Things have been a bit rough since then, but hanging out with Charmy has been one of the things that helps to take your mind off of your family problems.

“WHAT!? There’s no way you pulled that off without cheat codes!” Charmy ignorantly blurts out while mashing random buttons on her controller.

“‘Cheat codes?’ Seriously? It’s an online game.” you say in utter disbelief. “Are you 17, or 70?”

“Gimme a break. I literally haven’t played a video game since I was 10 years old.” she complains. You sort of forgot that Malgax prevented her from possessing any advanced technology in her timeline. She probably hasn’t touched a controller, let alone a cell phone in ages.

“So we’re making excuses now?” you tease her with a playful grin. “Need I remind you that I’m 5-0?”

“Yuck it up, bug boy. I’m just getting warmed up.” she declares whilst tying her hair back with an elastic band and removing her hoodie.

“Oh, please. I don’t think my second controller can take anymore of your button mashing.” you chuckle, all while setting up the next match in your game and collecting your rewards for the sets that you’ve already won thus far.

“If you manage to beat me a couple more times, I’ll buy you a new one.” says Charmy with a cocky smirk.

“Don’t make promises that you can’t keep.” you shrug. And after you choose your next map and select new characters, you and Charmy lean forward in order to concentrate on the match.

She does a bit better this time around. Enough for you to actually start busting out your online combos, much to her chagrin. She even manages to win a few rounds, but you more or less chalk that up to luck rather than actual skill. And speaking of winning, you’re about to claim your latest W!

“Gaah!” Charmy screams as you slap her with an 80% combo, deleting her health bar and any chances she had at a comeback.

“Shouldn’t have teabagged me, bro.” you shrug with a passively spiteful remark. But instead of receiving trash-talk or a witty criticism in response, Charmy throws her controller aside and pounces on top of you.

“Let’s see how you handle my moves, irl!” Charmy exclaims as she engages in a fierce grappling match with you. She’s not terribly strong, and you feel as if you could overpower her easily, but there’s an even more pressing matter that’s weighing on your mind right now.

You haven’t wrestled a girl since you were 11 years old, and that was your cousin. Now it feels like you don’t know where to put your hands. You try to grab at her hips and waist in order to throw her off, but your hand accidentally slips under her shirt and makes direct contact with her pale skin. It’s surprisingly soft.

You’ll have to settle for grabbing her arms for now. Just need to catch it and flip her over. And sure enough, you manage to restrain her right arm, and flip her over onto her back, without falling off of the couch.

The sudden turn of events leaves her wide-eyed and speechless as she pants heavily and stares up at you. “Ha! How do you like those moves?” you tease her. However, she’s being awfully quiet and reserved. Almost like she’s embarrassed about something. But what could she...? Oh…

And that’s when you feel it. The supple, and plush feeling of flesh in the palm of your hand. You give it a gentle squeeze, and it confirms your suspicions. Somewhere during that scuffle, your hand ended up on her chest. She’s bigger than you thought she’d be. And is she not wearing a bra!?

“G-” Charmy mutters with a flustered expression. “Get off…!” she demands, whilst squirming around helplessly in your grasp. She doesn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight, for some reason.

In a panic, you jump off of her and scoot over to the opposite side of the couch. An awkward silence hangs heavy in the air for a good, long minute. “Uh...sorry about that.” you finally apologize. But to your surprise, Charmy doesn’t seem that upset. In fact, she almost looks...disappointed?

“Nah. S’cool.” she passively shrugs before fixing her shirt and smoothing her hair with her hand. “I guess it’s kinda my fault.” she sighs.

“Did you wanna...get back to the game?” you ask while pointing to the paused game screen.

“I’m...not really in the mood for it anymore, to be honest.” Charmy admits as she slumps down into the corner of the couch.

“Then...what are you in the mood for?” you curiously inquire, somehow bordering on a suggestive tone.

“Let’s just watch TV or something. Maybe there’s something good on.” she suggests. And without protest, you shut your console off, switch the TV’s source and flip to a decent channel. But after noticing that your go-to cartoon channel is just playing the same boring reruns. You decide to go to your collection of on-demand movies.

Over the course of the next few hours, you and Charmy just chill back and marathon some cheesy action movies that you were saving for just such an occasion. Eventually, the awkward mood passes, and she rests her legs on your lap as the two of you share a few laughs. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant as a whole. Poking fun at the movie manages to keep your mind off of it.

“Ugh. My feet are falling asleep.” Charmy squirms as she flexes her toes. “Massage ‘em for me?” she requests.

“I’m not touching your sweaty feet, Charmy.” you promise her.

“Fine. Then I’m switching sides.” she declares, while flipping herself around and laying her head on your lap. And when she looks up at you with a pleased expression, you feel an involuntary reaction rising up out of your sweatpants. Ah shit! Gotta think of something else.

Glaciers. Polar Bears. Old, saggy nuns.

“Oof! Have you got your phone in your pocket? Something’s poking the back of my head.” Charmy complains. Dammit! You picked a bad day to not wear underwear. “That’s a big case you’ve got. What is it, an Otter Box or something?” Charmy innocently inquires as she rustles around in your lap.

“No, it’s uh…” you murmur, completely at a loss for words.

“Oh? It’s twitching now?” she observes. “Bro, I think someone’s calling you. This thing’s about to jump out of your pants.” Charmy snorts. You have no idea!

But as soon as she raises her head to inspect the situation, you lose any chance of explaining yourself. She’s seen the bulge! You’re never gonna live this down!

“Oh…” she says to herself. “OH! AHAHAHA!” she cackles. “Dude, is that your…?”

“Yeah…” you shamefully admit.

“Is that...because of me?” she enthusiastically inquires while poking at it with her manicured nails. Fucking hell!

“N-nah. It’s from the lady on the screen.” you lie through your teeth. “The one in the movie.”

Charmy quickly turns her heads and searches the screen for a woman fitting your description. But it would seem that you picked a bad time to make that excuse. “You mean Tom Cruise? He’s the only one on the screen right now, bro.” Charmy asks with an overly smug grin. “You mean that lady?”

“...Fine! It’s because of you.” you finally confess. “You happy now!?”

“Ha! I knew it!” she shouts, while getting uncomfortably close to your face. “Is that why you invited me over?” she playfully asks with an audible gasp.

“In your dreams.” you scoff, in an attempt to reclaim your pride and dignity.

“Really? Because you were all over me earlier. I practically had to pry you off with a crowbar.” she teases you. “And it looks like you ‘forgot’ to wear your boxers today. How convenient.” she perceptively observes.

“If you would’ve called before you dropped by, then I would’ve had time to change.” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“No need to be embarrassed, bug boy. Why don’t I let you in on a little secret?” she offers while leaning closer to you. Out of curiosity, you expose your ear and prepare your fragile heart for another furious tongue-lashing. “I’m not wearing any, either.” Charmy whispers into your ear.

In a panic, you quickly back away just in time to see her playfully biting her lip. “You’re just messing with me, right?” you attempt to confirm.

“You had a handful earlier, big guy. Should’ve been obvious after that.” she proclaims with a fleeting glance at your swelling crotch. “But if you don’t believe me, why don’t you see for yourself?” Charmy proposes as she lifts her shirt, just short of exposing her chest.

At first, you’re frozen in place, unsure of whether she’s just messing with you and taking the joke too far. However, when she flashes you a sly wink, you lose any and all sense of reason. In an instant, your hands are all over each other, groping around with lascivious intent and bypassing any loose article of clothing that either of you had been wearing.

You don’t know what you were expecting tonight, but it certainly wasn’t this. Charmy has always been like a bro to you, mainly due to her tomboyish behavior. Although, you were finding it hard to overlook her glaringly obvious feminine features, and you think some part of her knew that deep down.

Maybe you should invite Charmy over more often...