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Mabel looked over at her bag and felt a cringe creeping up her spine but tried to calm it back down. Fondling a particularly scruffy looking patch, haphazardly stitched to her paint-smattered bag.

"You don't have merch for your favorite interests?"

The bright colors of the patch popped out against the dark green denim of her bag. "I got this one at the con last year. I was cosplaying the lead female role from the show and it just seemed so perfect, like fate, you know?"

She blushed again. 'Sheesh, I'm going to get a nosebleed at this rate.' Her mind started here and ran away.
 
The patch in question was a light blue shield on a fleur de lys with the large white letters OR overtop of some sort of red and black emblem. It was totally lost on me, but I was intrigued.

"Forgive me but I'm not familiar with whatever show that is," I said. "So you cosplay then." It was a remark, not a question. I was simply putting two and two together and I was liking where it was going. As her nervous fidgety gaze was fixed somewhere on the carpet, I scanned up and down the profile of her ample curves. She was so close to me. She was so terribly tempting to just pin down right there on the bed, shove my face in her soft tits and bury my cock between her fleshy thighs but I had to resist. If I acted on my lustful impulses now she would never trust me. To earn her trust I had to show her that I wasn't here just to get into her pants. I had to chat with her this first time, engage her on her interests without making an advance. That would make me a nice guy. Still, it was difficult feeling the suppressed sex energy wafting from her skin. This girl wanted to make love, she was just too afraid to. I could hear it on her breath. Once we got naked we would be a house of fire, but I had to be patient. I had to prove to her that it was safe to let down her guard with me and they way to do that was to keep my hands to myself. "So you can't be that shy after all. You must have pictures." I winked.
 
Mabel blushed, fumbling through the ratty bag for her cell phone. An old model, but still with a decent camera. She fidgeted with it, punching in a pass code, and pulled up the gallery. A few seconds of scrolling and she pulled up a picture of herself in a periwinkle three piece suit with a striped tie and a dark brown wig. She held a red rose and leaned against a wall, looking innocently seductive as she peered into the lens of the camera.

"Haruhi Fujioka, a female student who transfer to an elite rich kid school on a scholarship. She is forced to pay back a debt by dressing as a boy and working for the resident host club. A harem anime and one of my favorites, though a bit cliche."

Mabel was beaming now as she remembered that weekend. SHe had "wooed" many a female attendee and had her fair share of laughs with a group of friends she hadn't seen since high school. "There is another con this weekend, and truth be told, I should be working on my cosplay for that. Honestly, I had meant tro be watching the show for it while I sewed." Here she paused for a moment. "We could watch together," Hesitating, "If you want?"
 
Mabel brandished the phone for me to see the pic of herself filling out the suit quite nicely. The rose was a nice touch as well. It showed a sense of confidence in her that she had displayed nowhere else. It also caused me to reappraise her chest and thighs as she sat next to me and I adjusted my position to accommodate and hide my growing hardon.

"We could watch together, if you want?"

Watching an anime. I thought it might be a bit of a stretch for me, but then the lengths that I'd been willing to go to get laid in the past, it couldn't be so bad. A harem did she say?

"All right, sure," I said. "Although I have to admit, I've never watched anything like this before. You might have to hold my hand," I winked, hoping that the comments would make her feel somewhat in control. Then I took her hand that held the phone and steadied it for me to have another look at the photo and I couldn't help myself to say what came next.

"Were you wearing the black and rosy underthings beneath the suit?"

As soon as the words popped out of my mouth my clever grin froze, hoping that I hadn't scared the shit out of her. I couldn't take them back.
 
His question caught her off guard, but she fought down the blush. "W-we don't have to, you know, if you don't want to. I mean. There's plenty of... other... stuff we could do?"

Isn't that what guys like him did in their spare time? Swept unsuspecting and suspecting women alike off their feet. Mabel was not getting any younger, and she was still a virgin to boot. This guy seemed genuinely interested. Maybe she should go for it. Plus, his large hand felt so good against the plump flesh of her own. She chance a look at his face as she studied his features. She could do worse than this one.

She let go of the phone, half expecting him to grab it, but not being surprised when it fell between them and she realized she was clinging to his hand, her skin heating.
 
Other stuff. Did she really just say that, and with that look in her eye, and did it mean what I thought it did? I'd felt her vibe with other girls before and that vibe was sex. With a clunk the phone hit the floor. I ignored it completely and before I could stop myself, my predatory instincts kicked in. She was seducing me.

Reaching over with my left to change the hand that held hers, I freed up my right to palm up her back over the straps of her bra indenting into her flesh through the loose cotton of her shirt. Through it all I slowly leaned into her and finally planted a firm kiss on her lips. Then breaking it off I took a hot breath. I should have gauged her reaction, but her sexual pull was so strong that I quickly dove in for another, this time parting her lips with my tongue and barging inside to probe around as I let her hand go to grab and indulgently palm her large soft breast. It welted up fabulously in the scoop of her top. By the time that I withdrew from the second kiss my right hand had slid up the back of her shirt and over the smoothness of her flesh until it found her bra strap cutting into her. With my thumb and finger I squeezed the clasp undoing the hooks. I let go.

FWUMP!

Mabel's tits were loose and free.
 
As the electrical air of attraction sizzled between them, it licked her swelling nipples. Her breath came in gasps, what little she could get from between his kisses. She felt her body melting into his hold, but something at the back of her mind stopped her. She pushed against him just a little, not wanting the moment to end, not sure she was quite ready for it.

Her attempts to break away were feeble at best, and she found herself drowning in desire as his hands mauled her soft flesh and conveyed his desire for her. She didn't understand, but she knew better than to ask.
 
Her body had bitten off more than her emotions could chew and she was teetering. I figured that this might happen, but I also knew that if her body could win the struggle, her emotions would be rewarded. Both my hands kneaded at her breasts for a moment, holding her still with insistent eye contact. I felt her nipples hardening into my palms under her shirt. The fabulous soft flesh of her huge tits spilled out the edges of my hands and I let out an easy sigh of pleasure in my groping. I needed to keep things at a pace that she could handle but I also needed to move things along. The more I progressed, the more she would experience and the less chance that she would have to protest.

With a hand around behind her in support, I gently eased her back upon the bed and crawled above her, finally breaking gaze as I flipped her shirt up enough to expose her breasts as they flattened out somewhat and widened into moonish round circles. Taking her right areola, pitted and pink, into my mouth, I suckled, stroking the nipple with my tongue a couple of times before pressing it to the roof of my mouth while my hand sweetly fondled her other breast.
 
Electrical sparks flew through Mabel's body as she quivered under his touch. The sensations raced down her spine and pooled in a hot flame between her thighs. She squirmed with discomfort and desire as she arched her back, pressing her breasts up into his touch. She thought she should stop him, but she couldn't.

"W-wait," her breathless, heady voice surprised even her. She wanted him to slow down, but damn it, why was he taking so long? She was confused and didn't care to have it explained. She shook her head and placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer.
 
She squirmed in delight beneath me. As her thighs parted bit by bit my body settled between them and I could feel the damp heat of her pussy through our clothes. Then just as I thought that maybe I had been enjoying her tits too much and had to keep things moving, she interrupted.

"W-wait."

Mabel's mouth said stop but her hand behind my head said go. She wanted it but a little reassurance would go a long way at that moment. It could have been a million things that had her on edge but a gesture to show that I'd be good to her would ease her nerves. I pulled up and let out a calming sigh, like pressing a reset button. Then caressingly I slid my hands up her sides lifting her top and bra. When I reached her hot underarms I eased her arms up over her head and continued to slip her clothes up and away, tossing them aside. She was naked from the waist up beneath me, fleshy pale and thoroughly tantalizing. I smiled down at her adoringly and ran my fingers through her hair.

"We can go as slow as you like," I said. Then I leaned down and kissed her deep and tenderly, the same way that I was going to fuck her.
 
Mabel nodded in response and moaned in a raspy way, she surprised even herself. Her body was reacting faster than her mind could at this point and she closed her eyes, her back arching into his firm grip. She wanted to beg him, but she was afraid of seeming like a whore. She wasn't like her roommate, but it felt so good.

A weak whisper escaped her. "P-please... Give me more..."

Of their own accord, her thighs parted and she was trying to wiggle out of the restrains of her panties.
 
I kissed my way down her tits, and down her tummy, pressing my face into the soft flesh there and arriving at her navel for my tongue to dig and tickle. Her fleshiness bulged at the waistline of her sweat pants. I dug my fingers under the band and tugged. They slipped down her chunky thighs, leaving her panties to cut deeply into her hips. I pulled the leggings off her feet to turn my attention to the undergarment. Then I worked them loose, exposing her tawny bush and the deep red mark around her waist. Whisking it all away, I knelt on the floor before her, confidently grabbed her thighs and tugged her into position at the edge of the bed.

I gave sweet Mabel one last warm smile before going down on her. Leaning forward between her thighs I kissed her bush and began to caress her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, all the while clandestinely undoing my own belt to push down my pants.
 
"Oh my fucking GOD," Mabel exclaimed. She began to squirm and writhe, her fingers entangling themselves in the hair at the back of his head, holding him in position as she threw her head back and moaned. Her body was on fire and she had no idea she could feel this good. Her mind was in a tailspin, diving headlong into a pool of pleasure.

liquid fire gathered between her thighs and was only extinguished where his tongue lapped eagerly at her. Loosing one hand from her grip on his head, she reached up to massage one swollen breast, tweaking the sensitive nipple and biting her lip as she felt the jolt of pleasure meet the sensations exploding from her clit.
 
With my nose already buried in her fur, I went deeper, my pleasurable moan muffled in her soft flesh pressed gloriously into my cheeks. I stroked her labia with my tongue a couple of times, tickling her entrance. Then I flattened my tongue out and lapped heavily at her clitoris, pressuring down with my soft sensitive muscle.

By then my pants were at my ankles. As I tried to kick them off, my belt buckle clinked, possibly giving away the fact that I was undressing. Judging by her excited vocals, at that point she was probably quite willing to get it on but you could never quite tell what could spook a virgin. I discarded my pants quickly and wrapped my arms around her chubby thighs to keep her firmly in place while I licked. My dick was so hard and I wanted to just stick it in her but I figured that it would be better to work her up as hot and as wet as possible first. I continued lapping away.
 
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