I hit my alarm with a groan, fucking Mondays. I hated Mondays, from getting up at 5am to dealing with the daily bullshit. To be fair I shouldn't complain very much. I work from home as a Web designer, and I make good money. But I also work for clients on the East Coast, which means they expect me to operate on their time not mine (West Coast).
My name is Jake and I have the most boring life you can imagine. Everyday is pretty much the same, I get up, get the paper, eat breakfast, work, jerk off, go to bed. Pretty lame. But I have had social anxiety since I was a kid and it led me to not being very outgoing. That is why I am single even though I am successful, nor do I have many friends outside online gaming friends.
My mother always tells me that I'm never going to get a girlfriend because women don't just show up on your doorstep.
That is...until today.
So there I was in my sweatpants and a tanktop, staggering to the door as I tried desperately to wake my fucking ass up. My intent was to get the paper.
What I got was a half naked girl. A beautiful half naked girl. When I say beautiful, I don't mean like kinda cute if you are into that kind of thing. I mean...fuck!
Her long honey colored hair, soft innocent face, flat tummy, perfect and I mean PERFECT tits, made her incredibly beautiful.
Also very weird that she was there, staring at me. Her nipples hard as the cool morning air probably wasn't doing her much good.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, wondering if I might still be asleep....or halucinating.
"Uh....hello?" I said confused as fuck.
My name is Jake and I have the most boring life you can imagine. Everyday is pretty much the same, I get up, get the paper, eat breakfast, work, jerk off, go to bed. Pretty lame. But I have had social anxiety since I was a kid and it led me to not being very outgoing. That is why I am single even though I am successful, nor do I have many friends outside online gaming friends.
My mother always tells me that I'm never going to get a girlfriend because women don't just show up on your doorstep.
That is...until today.
So there I was in my sweatpants and a tanktop, staggering to the door as I tried desperately to wake my fucking ass up. My intent was to get the paper.
What I got was a half naked girl. A beautiful half naked girl. When I say beautiful, I don't mean like kinda cute if you are into that kind of thing. I mean...fuck!
Her long honey colored hair, soft innocent face, flat tummy, perfect and I mean PERFECT tits, made her incredibly beautiful.
Also very weird that she was there, staring at me. Her nipples hard as the cool morning air probably wasn't doing her much good.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, wondering if I might still be asleep....or halucinating.
"Uh....hello?" I said confused as fuck.