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Unemployed and without hobby, Jayde spends her summer day scrolling mindlessly through her phone yet again. Another pimple popping video; another TikTok dance; another “outfit of the day.” Was Instagram always this boring? With a frustrated huff, the bluenette lazily pushes herself off her queen-sized bed, bare feet hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thump. Off to the kitchen again, it seems.
Jayde plods down the hallway from her bedroom, descends the stairs, and makes an immediate turn to the dining room. Through the wide, candlelit space she goes, until she passes through the double doors and finally reaches her destination. Mind thinking only of the fridge in front of her, she gives little interest to the russet-haired neko sitting at the tea table by the far window, quietly mulling over a textbook. She has to duck down to efficiently paw through the contents of the fridge’s interior, sticking her butt out just a ways to become eye-to-eye with fresh milk, eggs, and snacks. It’s only when the aforementioned neko speaks up out of the blue that Jayde’s ears perk.
“What are you wearing?” Tohmi asks in a slightly accusatory tone. Jayde stands up straight again to look over at him.
A small tank top hugs her curvy torso, the stooping neckline leaving nothing to the imagination as far as cleavage goes. No pants today, just a pair of black lacy panties. From the way he asked the question, Jayde had assumed she forgot to put on anything at all before traipsing out of her room.
“Uhh, clothes?” She looks down at her half-naked ensemble as if eyeing up a more casual outfit. “What’s it to ya? Never seen a girl’s panties before?” She dons a mischievous smirk, pulling up the hem of her top to reveal more of the delicate lace.
Tohmi averts his eyes, face flashing red. “That’s not–“ He trips over his words, before at last sputtering out, “I– you’re barely wearing anything!”
“‘Barely’?” Jayde rolls her eyes. “If you wanna see ‘barely,’ I’ve gotcha covered!” In an instant, she whips the tank top over her head. Big, full breasts bounce out of the article of clothing, nipples pink and quickly hardening at the chilly kitchen air. She waltzes confidently over to him, dangling the shirt from a single finger, and when she towers over him, she leans in close to hang those weighted tits in Tohmi’s wide-eyed face.
“How’s that for barely?”
Tohmi can only gaze up at the woman, eyes desperately fixed on the chest so near to him. He can feel his t-dick hardening at the combination of breasts and panties, folds moistening to dampen soft cotton underwear.
After she allows him a good, long look, Jayde pulls the tank top back over her torso, still smirking all the while. There, she makes a one-eighty and struts right out the kitchen doors, forgetting her snack trip altogether.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
11 PM, and Tohmi is desperately pumping his throbbing cocklet and fingering his flooding cunt. Images of soft, pillowy breasts, a plump pussy barely contained by small black panties, and pale, thick thighs. In his mind’s eye, Tohmi has taken those fat cow-tits in his hands and planted his slippery folds on Jayde’s leg, humping and humping his big clit against the velvety, welcoming skin he finds there.
A growing ball of arousal pushes against his lower stomach, threatening to crack open and spill over. Tohmi turns onto his side, eyes wrenched shut, both hands feverishly working at the steamy pussy between his spread legs, going more and more numb to the world as orgasm draws near.
“J-Jayde!” He weakly calls out as the gummy walls of his cunt clench down on three fingers. A stream of fluid sprays from his crotch as he squirts for the first time in forever. Tohmi can’t believe how hard he came, and all while fantasizing about his fellow housemate; his papa’s friend, no less.
A sudden thud in the hall outside startles Tohmi into guiltily whipping his hands away from between his legs, head darting back to stare in the direction of the sound. His door, a sickly green from the pale moonlight trailing past the curtains, is thankfully still closed shut.
Probably just Remmu or Kit coming back from the kitchen, getting a glass of water, he assures himself, willing his racing heart to slow.
…but the real culprit, Jayde, pulls away from the outside of the door, fingers retracting from her panties and coated in slick.
The next day, nearly everyone living in the house has found business to attend to beyond the confining walls of the grand home, and Tohmi’s heart plummets; a day alone in the mansion with the woman he was masturbating to only last night. Not sure what else to do, he at first opts to camp out in his room all day, but that plan imminently fails when a strong urge to go to the bathroom strikes at a little before noon.
He rushes through the halls, intent on reaching the bathroom on the first floor without having an accident on himself. But who does he run into?
Jayde. Three floors in the whole house, and he happens to meet her by the dining room.
“Hey, little dude. Where’s the fire?” She grins at him.
Panic claws at his guts. When he tries to steer around the woman to get to the bathroom not too far behind her, she blocks his path with her body.
“Not even gonna say hi? Rude-ass.” Jayde takes up the whole space with her limbs outstretched. “Why’ve you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t–“
“Bullshit, you haven’t. Can’t we just hang out? I don’t bite, ya know. We can have fun! I got the new Smash in the mail yesterday~”
“I have to go to the bathroom really bad, m-move!”
“Huh?” Jayde stops, arms falling slack at her sides. Luckily she’s more clothed today than she was yesterday.
She takes a deep breath, then. Both hands are planted on his shoulders, and she steers him towards the dining room.
“What are you doing?” Tohmi almost wails, giving in to the urge to clutch his palms to his crotch to keep it all in. “I said I have to go!”
“We’re gettin’ to that…” Jayde replies. “Lemme show you something first.”
With little complaint from there, Tohmi is led through the dining room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door into the garden.
What could she possibly want with me out here? He thinks exasperatedly.
When the door shuts behind them, Jayde’s grasp leaves his shoulders, and she stands apart from him, looking on politely as she waits for the eventual inquiry.
“Why’d you bring me out here?” Tohmi squeaks, dancing in place.
“Look, Tohmi, you gotta learn how to let loose from time to time. It’s not healthy to get all trapped inside some set of rules governing your actions day-in and day-out. Here,” Jayde unbuttons her cutoff shorts and shuffles out of them.
“This isn’t the time for… for more stripping.” Tohmi not only presses over the crotch of his pants to prevent an accident.
“No, watch.” She discards her panties as well before squatting over the dirt in the garden. Tohmi’s eyes practically bulge out of his head when he catches a momentary glimpse at a navy blue bush and a thick, bare ass.
Jayde pees onto the ground like he’s not even there. A stream of yellowish liquid falls from her urethra, partially concealed by tufty hair. Halfway through her peeing, she looks up at him with a smug smile on her face. Jayde spreads her pussy lips for a better view, clit twitching from being watched.
“This is how I break the rules sometimes. I’m not hurting anybody, am I?”
Tohmi’s eyes can’t be taken off that pink, glistening pussy, no matter what.
After she shakes off some final drips, Jayde stands back up and pulls her panties and shorts on. Tohmi has enough wits to keep pushing up into his clothed cunt.
“Your turn,” she says, guiding his small hands away from his pants. Without a word from him, she undoes the button, the zipper, lets him out of his jeans and plain underwear. She positions him over the earth as she was, hand resting over the reddish brown, close-cropped pubic hair dusting his folds.
There’s no room for stage fright when Tohmi’s bladder is as full as it is. He lets it all go, pees over the damp dirt and sod with the help of Jayde’s thumb pressing lightly into his lower stomach. His striped tail twitches as it hovers over the ground.
This goes on for half a minute until the stream turns to droplets. Tohmi squats there with Jayde’s arms around his body, panting and cunt twitching at the eroticism of the moment. He has to be helped to his feet, the way his legs shake at the mere thought of standing up.
They still have half their clothes discarded when Jayde presses her lips roughly onto Tohmi’s mouth.
Soft…
Tohmi raises his hands to grip at Jayde’s shoulders, head craning at a good 135-degree angle in order for the woman’s face to reach his own. A tongue slick with saliva darts out, past his teeth, to tease him behind his own pair of moistening lips. A heavy fog begins to set in Tohmi’s mind, making him numb to all things that aren’t Jayde.
In one single motion, Jayde stoops down even farther to scoop Tohmi up in her strong arms, and his bare thighs are quick to wrap themselves around her waist. Hands placed firmly under his gyrating ass, they leave their clothes behind to go back inside the comfortable home, hearts thumping away and pussies drenched with slippery juices.
“…and she did what at your party? Zona, I’m so sorry.” Jayde chatters contentedly on the phone, fixing her mane of navy hair in the second floor bathroom.
An exasperated sigh can be heard from the other end of the line. “It is what it is; can’t change that shit now. But anyways, how’ve you been? Is the Todoroki fam still treatin’ you okay?” Zona changes the subject.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jayde replies, placing her thick-framed glasses back on her face once her hair is neatly tucked behind her ears. “But more importantly…” she lets out a deep giggle in spite of herself.
“Girl, what?! What is it? Found somebody new? Banging somebody new?”
Jayde laughs. “You could say that. We, let’s say, got it on not too long ago…” The memories pop up in her mind before she relays the details to her friend, going over the untimely meeting in the kitchen one afternoon all the way to the bathroom break out in the garden.
“…then, I picked his ass right up and marched us back inside for the real deal; I had some… things in mind that I wanted to do to him, ya know what I’m saying?”
All Jayde receives in response is awed silence.
“So I couldn’t wait to get back to the bedroom, and I placed him on top of the counter to do him right there. I fingerbanged his poor, sweet pussy until he squirted so much that you would’ve thought I’d gone to a fucking wet t-shirt contest! That's when he slid off the counter to service me while I stood looking down at him. He’s got a real talented mouth, that one; with that scratchy tongue, it didn’t take me long to come, and you know how I usually am.”
“…Uh huh.”
“Anyway, we took round two to my bed. Fucker seemed real intent on my tits, so I let him have at it. He started sucking on them, and when he kept looking at me with those eyes… I couldn’t wait anymore. You can put two and two together, right? We mashed cunts.”
While Jayde recounts more of the hookup into the phone, down the hall and in her bedroom, Tohmi still lays under the covers, body sticky with sweat and trembling from sexual satisfaction.