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Smelling something odd, Ben looked to the left to see a homeless person urinating on a wall. This was the natural piss of New York City…
Ben was at City Hall station, a blocks walk from Annabelles apartment in Tribeca, Manhattan. Shed invited him to, as she put it, meditate and chill…
He liked the sound of the chill part…
Soon, he arrived at her building and buzzed the apartment number.
"Hello?" Her soft, slightly monotone voice drifted from the intercom.
"Its Ben."
"…Ok. I can let you up under one condition."
"What?"
"You must promise you are not a vampire"
She elaborated. "My invitation into my home does not apply to vampires"
Ben understood…but he didnt understand at the same time… However, he was indeed not a vampire to his best knowledge. "I promise."
*Bzzz*
He opened the door and entered, walking through the refurbished marble entrance to the elevator. Using it, he soon reached Annabelles floor, located her door, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, Annabelle ran to the door and opened it.
Ben swallowed when he saw her. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and despite wearing no makeup like always, she was as naturally beautiful as anyone hed seen. She wore a tight green t-shirt that exposed her cute belly button. It squeezed her large b.r.e.a.s.ts together, making it hard for Ben to avoid staring at them. Below that, was a short white skirt that failed to cover her creamy thick thighs, exposed from there to the long white socks that extended just over her knees, at which point there was a single pink stripe.
Glimpsing that spot of thigh between her high socks and skirt, Ben knew he had seen something special. It was the source of the worlds boners…
The last thing he noticed was that Annabelle wasnt wearing shoes, perhaps preferring the feel of the natural wood floors. When she greeted him, he showed a confident smile. "Hey"
Annabelle stuck her head out the doorway and looked in both directions before dipping it back in. "I invite you, once again, only under the premise that youre not a vampire and will not drain me dry"
"I promise I am not a vampire" Ben nodded. Though I cant make any promises about the second part
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. "Hmm, ok. Ill believe you since vampires and police officers cant lie when questioned about their identities"
Bens left eye twitched. Im pretty sure neither of those are true Still, he didnt see the point in breaking the fantasies of her little heart with the worlds cold facts
She nodded.
It was an apartment fit for an artist, but not a poor one… She must have money. Ben smelled a potential sugar-mommy opportunity
For now, hed put it on the back-burner though. For now…
He continued looking around the residence, noticing the very high ceilings, large windows, and brick walls that structured the places foundation. In comparison, her living furniture was quite simple: a few tables, a dresser, a gray cotton sofa, and a single queen-sized bed at the end.
What stood out the most though, was the copious amount of art supplies and paintings strewn about. That included many framed photos and artworks on the walls. Annabelle was an artist. Ben expected this. What he hadnt foreseen was most of her hung up artwork sharing a single themeAl Gore
Ben browsed the portraits and photographs of the former U.S. Vice President with a slight concern regarding the considerable amount of them Hed heard that Al Gore made a movie called An Inconvenient Truth some years back that sparked a wave of climate activism. He also knew Annabelle cared about the environment. Yet, this was approaching the worship-level of a Christian cathedral or a top waifu collection
Ben raised an eyebrow. Theres no diversity here…no thick thighs, no milfs… Whats she even playing at?
He turned to her. "So I see you like Al Gore, huh? I heard hes pretty popular with the climate-change activists."
Standing nearby, Annabelle nodded. "Yes, Im part of a large fanbase, although there are some differences between the South Goreans and North Goreans…"
Ben was blinking an unnatural amount but Annabelle didnt notice as she looked around at the portraits. "Despite the differences of both sides, as Goreans, we all have one thing in common–we hate the Japanese…"
…
Bens eyes enlarged. Thats a bit
"Because of their high carbon emissions…"
Now with the full story, Ben nodded with respect. Not gonna lieshe had me in the first half
In the middle of all the artwork, Ben saw one piece he recognizedhis joke of a drawing.
It was the one they ruined with Annabelles love-juice that caused her to panic and run back to her apartment to fix. It appeared she had restored it and even framed it up on her wall
Ben wasnt sure how to feel about this. There was a hint ofpride? Even without trying, I suppose Ive taken my first step as an artist?
As Ben was looking at the art pieces, Annabelle came to his side with some lit incense. She closed her eyes in front of an Al Gore portrait, held the incense up to her chest, and mumbled some mantra Ben didnt understand.
A minute later, she explained. "I do this to send energy to Mr. Gore to keep the carbon emissions away"
"Ok…" Ben didnt bother trying to explain to her how greenhouse gases worked…
Soon, the two sat down on her sofa as they started to chat, which is when he opened her system statuses.
[Targets current attraction level: interested]
[Targets current comfort level: close]
They didnt drop much, thats good. Even though the two hooked up before, Ben knew that since this was a new date, their relationship reset to a degree. Thats why he started from conversation.
The two continued talking about themselves and the past week. When Annabelle said something Ben could interpret as positive, he laughed and jokingly patted her head like a small child or dog
The first time it confused her, but she began to enjoy it afterward, giggling and finding it charming.
Ben did this because it was a good way to develop kino and he remembered something Beluga said: "Charm is making women feel like little girls"
[Targets current attraction level: attracted(+1)]
Soon, they moved on from flirting to deeper discussion. When Ben asked about her relationship history, she told him she was always hesitant about entering a relationship with someone. In high school, there were a couple of boyfriends, but they always grew apart because they found her too aloof and incomprehensible.
Ben couldnt deny they were rightbut he was more courageous than those cowards! He believed that they could cross any divide between them by filling the moat with those titties…
He gazed into her eyes. "You werent too hesitant with me though. Why was that?"
Annabelle showed a shy smile. "Ive never seen a dragon…"
Subconsciously, she stared at the ground. "Alsosomehow, I sense you understand meandIve always been misunderstood"
"Of course I do." Ben confirmed. I dont understand her at allShes like an alien
Yet, he believed it was his sworn duty to fill all of Annabelles emotional…and physical needs
Hed fill all those holesin her heart
With that in mind, Ben placed his arm around her. When she peeped up at him, he gave her a deep romantic kiss
As their tongues massaged each other, Bens hand rubbed her smooth thighits velvety texture making his little brother harden
His hand then moved up, feeling her lean stomachand tracing over her belly button
Annabelle possessed a body that was lewd to the extremebut she was also a human being with feelings and insecurities.
Knowing this, Ben wanted to comfort her, make her feel safe in his arms. So he held her tight, and stroked her hairwhile brushing his other hand against her tittyby "accident…"
Hed move one step at a time, because Ben still had a lot of comforting to do.
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Smelling something odd, Ben looked to the left to see a homeless person urinating on a wall. This was the natural piss of New York City…
Ben was at City Hall station, a blocks walk from Annabelles apartment in Tribeca, Manhattan. Shed invited him to, as she put it, meditate and chill…
He liked the sound of the chill part…
Soon, he arrived at her building and buzzed the apartment number.
"Hello?" Her soft, slightly monotone voice drifted from the intercom.
"Its Ben."
"…Ok. I can let you up under one condition."
"What?"
"You must promise you are not a vampire"
She elaborated. "My invitation into my home does not apply to vampires"
Ben understood…but he didnt understand at the same time… However, he was indeed not a vampire to his best knowledge. "I promise."
*Bzzz*
He opened the door and entered, walking through the refurbished marble entrance to the elevator. Using it, he soon reached Annabelles floor, located her door, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, Annabelle ran to the door and opened it.
Ben swallowed when he saw her. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and despite wearing no makeup like always, she was as naturally beautiful as anyone hed seen. She wore a tight green t-shirt that exposed her cute belly button. It squeezed her large b.r.e.a.s.ts together, making it hard for Ben to avoid staring at them. Below that, was a short white skirt that failed to cover her creamy thick thighs, exposed from there to the long white socks that extended just over her knees, at which point there was a single pink stripe.
Glimpsing that spot of thigh between her high socks and skirt, Ben knew he had seen something special. It was the source of the worlds boners…
The last thing he noticed was that Annabelle wasnt wearing shoes, perhaps preferring the feel of the natural wood floors. When she greeted him, he showed a confident smile. "Hey"
Annabelle stuck her head out the doorway and looked in both directions before dipping it back in. "I invite you, once again, only under the premise that youre not a vampire and will not drain me dry"
"I promise I am not a vampire" Ben nodded. Though I cant make any promises about the second part
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. "Hmm, ok. Ill believe you since vampires and police officers cant lie when questioned about their identities"
Bens left eye twitched. Im pretty sure neither of those are true Still, he didnt see the point in breaking the fantasies of her little heart with the worlds cold facts
She nodded.
It was an apartment fit for an artist, but not a poor one… She must have money. Ben smelled a potential sugar-mommy opportunity
For now, hed put it on the back-burner though. For now…
He continued looking around the residence, noticing the very high ceilings, large windows, and brick walls that structured the places foundation. In comparison, her living furniture was quite simple: a few tables, a dresser, a gray cotton sofa, and a single queen-sized bed at the end.
What stood out the most though, was the copious amount of art supplies and paintings strewn about. That included many framed photos and artworks on the walls. Annabelle was an artist. Ben expected this. What he hadnt foreseen was most of her hung up artwork sharing a single themeAl Gore
Ben browsed the portraits and photographs of the former U.S. Vice President with a slight concern regarding the considerable amount of them Hed heard that Al Gore made a movie called An Inconvenient Truth some years back that sparked a wave of climate activism. He also knew Annabelle cared about the environment. Yet, this was approaching the worship-level of a Christian cathedral or a top waifu collection
Ben raised an eyebrow. Theres no diversity here…no thick thighs, no milfs… Whats she even playing at?
He turned to her. "So I see you like Al Gore, huh? I heard hes pretty popular with the climate-change activists."
Standing nearby, Annabelle nodded. "Yes, Im part of a large fanbase, although there are some differences between the South Goreans and North Goreans…"
Ben was blinking an unnatural amount but Annabelle didnt notice as she looked around at the portraits. "Despite the differences of both sides, as Goreans, we all have one thing in common–we hate the Japanese…"
…
Bens eyes enlarged. Thats a bit
"Because of their high carbon emissions…"
Now with the full story, Ben nodded with respect. Not gonna lieshe had me in the first half
In the middle of all the artwork, Ben saw one piece he recognizedhis joke of a drawing.
It was the one they ruined with Annabelles love-juice that caused her to panic and run back to her apartment to fix. It appeared she had restored it and even framed it up on her wall
Ben wasnt sure how to feel about this. There was a hint ofpride? Even without trying, I suppose Ive taken my first step as an artist?
As Ben was looking at the art pieces, Annabelle came to his side with some lit incense. She closed her eyes in front of an Al Gore portrait, held the incense up to her chest, and mumbled some mantra Ben didnt understand.
A minute later, she explained. "I do this to send energy to Mr. Gore to keep the carbon emissions away"
"Ok…" Ben didnt bother trying to explain to her how greenhouse gases worked…
Soon, the two sat down on her sofa as they started to chat, which is when he opened her system statuses.
[Targets current attraction level: interested]
[Targets current comfort level: close]
They didnt drop much, thats good. Even though the two hooked up before, Ben knew that since this was a new date, their relationship reset to a degree. Thats why he started from conversation.
The two continued talking about themselves and the past week. When Annabelle said something Ben could interpret as positive, he laughed and jokingly patted her head like a small child or dog
The first time it confused her, but she began to enjoy it afterward, giggling and finding it charming.
Ben did this because it was a good way to develop kino and he remembered something Beluga said: "Charm is making women feel like little girls"
[Targets current attraction level: attracted(+1)]
Soon, they moved on from flirting to deeper discussion. When Ben asked about her relationship history, she told him she was always hesitant about entering a relationship with someone. In high school, there were a couple of boyfriends, but they always grew apart because they found her too aloof and incomprehensible.
Ben couldnt deny they were rightbut he was more courageous than those cowards! He believed that they could cross any divide between them by filling the moat with those titties…
He gazed into her eyes. "You werent too hesitant with me though. Why was that?"
Annabelle showed a shy smile. "Ive never seen a dragon…"
Subconsciously, she stared at the ground. "Alsosomehow, I sense you understand meandIve always been misunderstood"
"Of course I do." Ben confirmed. I dont understand her at allShes like an alien
Yet, he believed it was his sworn duty to fill all of Annabelles emotional…and physical needs
Hed fill all those holesin her heart
With that in mind, Ben placed his arm around her. When she peeped up at him, he gave her a deep romantic kiss
As their tongues massaged each other, Bens hand rubbed her smooth thighits velvety texture making his little brother harden
His hand then moved up, feeling her lean stomachand tracing over her belly button
Annabelle possessed a body that was lewd to the extremebut she was also a human being with feelings and insecurities.
Knowing this, Ben wanted to comfort her, make her feel safe in his arms. So he held her tight, and stroked her hairwhile brushing his other hand against her tittyby "accident…"
Hed move one step at a time, because Ben still had a lot of comforting to do.
Smelling something odd, Ben looked to the left to see a homeless person urinating on a wall. This was the natural piss of New York City Ben was at City Hall station, a blocks walk from Annabelles apartment in Tribeca, Manhattan. Shed invited him to, as she put it, meditate and chill He liked the sound of the chill part Soon, he arrived at her building and buzzed the apartment number. "Hello?" Her soft, slightly monotone voice drifted from the intercom. "Its Ben." "Ok. I can let you up under one condition." "What?" "You must promise you are not a vampire"She elaborated. "My invitation into my home does not apply to vampires" Ben understoodbut he didnt understand at the same time However, he was indeed not a vampire to his best knowledge. "I promise." *Bzzz* He opened the door and entered, walking through the refurbished marble entrance to the elevator. Using it, he soon reached Annabelles floor, located her door, and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Annabelle ran to the door and opened it. Ben swallowed when he saw her. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and despite wearing no makeup like always, she was as naturally beautiful as anyone hed seen. She wore a tight green t-shirt that exposed her cute belly button. It squeezed her large b.r.e.a.s.ts together, making it hard for Ben to avoid staring at them. Below that, was a short white skirt that failed to cover her creamy thick thighs, exposed from there to the long white socks that extended just over her knees, at which point there was a single pink stripe. Glimpsing that spot of thigh between her high socks and skirt, Ben knew he had seen something special. It was the source of the worlds boners The last thing he noticed was that Annabelle wasnt wearing shoes, perhaps preferring the feel of the natural wood floors. When she greeted him, he showed a confident smile. "Hey" Annabelle stuck her head out the doorway and looked in both directions before dipping it back in. "I invite you, once again, only under the premise that youre not a vampire and will not drain me dry""I promise I am not a vampire" Ben nodded. Though I cant make any promises about the second part Annabelle narrowed her eyes. "Hmm, ok. Ill believe you since vampires and police officers cant lie when questioned about their identities" Bens left eye twitched. Im pretty sure neither of those are true Still, he didnt see the point in breaking the fantasies of her little heart with the worlds cold facts She nodded. It was an apartment fit for an artist, but not a poor one She must have money. Ben smelled a potential sugar-mommy opportunity For now, hed put it on the back-burner though. For now He continued looking around the residence, noticing the very high ceilings, large windows, and brick walls that structured the places foundation. In comparison, her living furniture was quite simple: a few tables, a dresser, a gray cotton sofa, and a single queen-sized bed at the end. What stood out the most though, was the copious amount of art supplies and paintings strewn about. That included many framed photos and artworks on the walls. Annabelle was an artist. Ben expected this. What he hadnt foreseen was most of her hung up artwork sharing a single themeAl GoreBen browsed the portraits and photographs of the former U.S. Vice President with a slight concern regarding the considerable amount of them Hed heard that Al Gore made a movie called An Inconvenient Truth some years back that sparked a wave of climate activism. He also knew Annabelle cared about the environment. Yet, this was approaching the worship-level of a Christian cathedral or a top waifu collection Ben raised an eyebrow. Theres no diversity hereno thick thighs, no milfs Whats she even playing at? He turned to her. "So I see you like Al Gore, huh? I heard hes pretty popular with the climate-change activists." Standing nearby, Annabelle nodded. "Yes, Im part of a large fanbase, although there are some differences between the South Goreans and North Goreans"Ben was blinking an unnatural amount but Annabelle didnt notice as she looked around at the portraits. "Despite the differences of both sides, as Goreans, we all have one thing in commonwe hate the Japanese" Bens eyes enlarged. Thats a bit "Because of their high carbon emissions"Now with the full story, Ben nodded with respect. Not gonna lieshe had me in the first half In the middle of all the artwork, Ben saw one piece he recognizedhis joke of a drawing. It was the one they ruined with Annabelles love-juice that caused her to panic and run back to her apartment to fix. It appeared she had restored it and even framed it up on her wall Ben wasnt sure how to feel about this. There was a hint ofpride? Even without trying, I suppose Ive taken my first step as an artist? As Ben was looking at the art pieces, Annabelle came to his side with some lit incense. She closed her eyes in front of an Al Gore portrait, held the incense up to her chest, and mumbled some mantra Ben didnt understand. A minute later, she explained. "I do this to send energy to Mr. Gore to keep the carbon emissions away" "Ok" Ben didnt bother trying to explain to her how greenhouse gases worked Soon, the two sat down on her sofa as they started to chat, which is when he opened her system statuses. Targets current attraction level: interested Targets current comfort level: close They didnt drop much, thats good. Even though the two hooked up before, Ben knew that since this was a new date, their relationship reset to a degree. Thats why he started from conversation. The two continued talking about themselves and the past week. When Annabelle said something Ben could interpret as positive, he laughed and jokingly patted her head like a small child or dogThe first time it confused her, but she began to enjoy it afterward, giggling and finding it charming. Ben did this because it was a good way to develop kino and he remembered something Beluga said: "Charm is making women feel like little girls" Targets current attraction level: attracted+1 Soon, they moved on from flirting to deeper discussion. When Ben asked about her relationship history, she told him she was always hesitant about entering a relationship with someone. In high school, there were a couple of boyfriends, but they always grew apart because they found her too aloof and incomprehensible. Ben couldnt deny they were rightbut he was more courageous than those cowards! He believed that they could cross any divide between them by filling the moat with those titties He gazed into her eyes. "You werent too hesitant with me though. Why was that?" Annabelle showed a shy smile. "Ive never seen a dragon"Subconsciously, she stared at the ground. "Alsosomehow, I sense you understand meandIve always been misunderstood" "Of course I do." Ben confirmed. I dont understand her at allShes like an alienYet, he believed it was his sworn duty to fill all of Annabelles emotionaland physical needs Hed fill all those holesin her heart With that in mind, Ben placed his arm around her. When she peeped up at him, he gave her a deep romantic kiss As their tongues massaged each other, Bens hand rubbed her smooth thighits velvety texture making his little brother harden His hand then moved up, feeling her lean stomachand tracing over her belly button Annabelle possessed a body that was lewd to the extremebut she was also a human being with feelings and insecurities. Knowing this, Ben wanted to comfort her, make her feel safe in his arms. So he held her tight, and stroked her hairwhile brushing his other hand against her tittyby "accident" Hed move one step at a time, because Ben still had a lot of comforting to do.
