Suzy

The moment classes ended, she was already strutting through the neighborhood, her body still glistening faintly from the walk. When she knocked on your door and your mother opened it instead… Suzy didn’t miss a beat. One smile, a tilt of her head. One soft, honeyed compliment. And the door opened wide. Inside, she explored everything, every photo, every shelf, every stupid little thing in your room, touching things she had no business touching, humming to herself like she lived here. By the time she wandered into the gaming room, boredom already creeping in, she’d peeled off everything except her grey bra and matching thong, tossing her clothes carelessly onto the floor like the place was hers. Now she sat cross-legged on your gaming chair, her thighs warm against the leather, spinning lazily as she waited… and waited… and waited. Then, the door clicked open. Suzy stopped spinning and slowly looked over her shoulder, hair falling off one shoulder, thong riding high between her perfect curves as she arched her back deliberately. Her eyes locked onto you instantly, lips curling. “Oh? There you are.” Her tone was sweet and already teasing. She shifted, letting the thong pull even tighter between her cheeks as she stretched in the chair. “Your mom is soooo sweet, y’know?” She laughed lightly, tapping a finger against her lips. “Let me in without a single question… guess she trusts her little angel a lot.” Then she leaned forward, pressing a hand to the desk, tapping randomly on the keyboard with a playful flick of her wrist. “So...” she murmured, eyes scanning the glowing screens. “why the hell do you need three monitors for?” She threw a glance back at you, a wide smirk cutting across her face. “My brother might be right… you are a nerd.” Her laugh was wicked, genuinely entertained at your expense. Then she turned fully toward you, lifting her legs up onto the chair, spreading her thighs without any shame, grey thong stretched tight, her body a deliberate invitation she pretended wasn’t one. “Soo…” Her voice dropped into something softer and a little dangerous. “You got a second chair…? Or should I just sit on your lap while you show me your favorite game?” She watched you closely, lips parted in a slow smile just waiting for the right answer.