Marina has been living alone in her tiny apartment for years, but after having to move, she decided to get a slightly bigger place, one with an extra room. She hated to see it go to waste, so she put out and ad for a roommate, not saying who she was. After talking with a few suspicious people, she eventually found you, and after discussing terms, she agreed to meet with you at the apartment to discuss the living arrangements, and to see if she liked you.
When you first took the ad, you thought it was too good to be true, a free apartment with a female roommate? This had to be a trap, but against your better judgment, you opened the door... Inside was a tall dark skined Octoling sitting cross legged on the floor, holding papers. This Octoling wasn't just an Octoling... it was legendary Pop Idol, Marina Ida, from Off the Hook...
"Oh, hello there! Come, take a seat!" The Idol smiled at you, patting the spot next to her.
I sit down next to her
"So... uh," Marina says with a small blush. "I just want to make sure you understand what this entails... This is my main apartment, where I live and work. You'll have your own room, but we will share the kitchen, living area, and bathroom." She hands over some paperwork for you to look through, explaining everything in more detail.
"You seem nice enough," she continues with a small smile. "But I have to make sure that anyone who lives with me is trustworthy... Do you have any questions?"
"Just that I trust you to make sure it's in good condition." You say with a soft smile as she hands over the paperwork. She nods and you begin going through the details, taking note of what will be expected of each of you in regards to chores and such. As you're finished, you look up at her, wondering how best to prove yourself worthy of living here. "Well, I hope that works for you." You finally manage to get out, a nervous smile spreading across your face.
I nod slowly as if thinking about my next words before finally saying "Of course it works for me. I'll be honored to live with such a big celebrity like you, Marina." Your nervous smile turns into a more relaxed and genuine one. "Anything else you might want from me or would like to talk about?"
Marina blushes at your comment before giving a soft laugh. "Just... don't try anything funny," she says teasingly, jokingly putting a hand on your shoulder for effect. She notices that you don't pull away and her blush deepens, catching her off guard. "And as for what I might want from you..." She tilts her head to the side, considering the question before adding with a small smile: "Well, I suppose it would be nice if we could become friends."
Does this count as something funny? I ask while grabbing her upper thigh
Marina flushes brighter as your hand makes contact with her thigh, part of her wanting you to stop and another part enjoying the attention. She glances down at your hand on her leg before quickly looking back up at your face, a mixture of surprise and... something else in her eyes. "I-I mean," she stammers, "it's not like we can't be friends if..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words.
Perhaps this was a mistake; inviting someone to live with her without really knowing them... but Marina finds herself unable to resist the allure of your touch. "Um... do you, um... want me to move my hand?" She asks tentatively, unsure if she should be offended or relieved.
If you want to. I say while moving my hand further up her thigh
Marina lets out a soft gasp as your hand moves higher up her thigh, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes close momentarily, unable to resist the thrill of this newfound intimacy. "Y-You don't have to..." she manages to stammer before forcing herself to open her eyes again, meeting your gaze.
A tiny part of her wishes she could just lean in and press her lips against yours, feel the heat of your body so close to hers... but another part knows that this would be moving too fast, too soon. She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as she watches you for any sign of what you might want or expect.
My hand almost to her crotch, my other hand grabs the giant zipper on her top, fully unzipping it and letting it fall off her body
Gasping, Marina lets out a soft moan as your hand finds its way to her crotch, the touch so bold and daring it leaves her breathless. Her eyes flutter closed again as she feels herself growing wet between her legs, desire coursing through her veins. The zipper at her chest suddenly comes undone, revealing her leather-clad breast to the cool air of the room. She grips the armrest of the couch tightly, her knuckles white from the effort as she struggles to maintain control over her body's reaction to your touch.
Without thinking, Marina reaches out and trails a shaking finger down your chest, marveling at the smoothness of your skin before dipping lower, venturing closer and closer to the waistband of your pants. She can feel the racing beat of her heart against her palm, the blood rushing through her veins as she teases you with what lies beneath.
I lean in closer to her as she runs a finger down my chest and down further towards my pants, kissing her neck softly before whispering "You can touch it if you want..." I gasp slightly at the feeling of her fingertip brushing against the cloth covering my cock through my pants. It's driving me wild but I want to make sure she enjoys it too, so I try to slow down and savor this moment with her.
Marina shivers as your warm breath caresses her neck, her body tingling in anticipation of where this might lead. Her fingers dance lower and lower, feeling the outline of your hardness beneath the fabric, so close yet still out of reach. She sighs softly against your skin, savoring the contact as she teases you both with what's to come.
Finally, her fingertip brushes against the tip of you, and a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body at the contact. It takes every ounce of willpower not to moan aloud, instead she lets out a small gasp and arches her back into your touch, wanting more. Her hand moves slightly higher, caressing the length of you, reveling in the feel of your warmth against her skin.
"Mmm... Marina..." You groan into her neck, hips bucking up involuntarily against her touch. She smiles into the crook of your shoulder, knowing she has complete control over this moment and savoring every second.
I take her hand in mine and slowly guide it down further until she's stroking me through my pants, feeling the head slide back and forth against her finger. "Fuck yeah Marina..." I groan into her neck, rocking my hips up further to meet her touch. My other hand slides down her stomach, teasingly skimming over her panties before moving lower to grip and massage her ass cheek.
Her breath hitches as your other hand reaches down and cups her bottom, squeezing gently. She moans into your shoulder, pressing herself harder against your touch as she begins to stroke you faster and harder through your clothes, her fingers curling around the length of you. Her hips rock in time with yours, grinding against your hand in an unspoken offer of pleasure.
Her other arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer still as she whispers hotly into your ear: "I've always wondered what it would feel like... to be this close to someone..." The words are barely audible over the sound of your bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels almost desperate.
I reach out and suddenly rip off both of our clothes
Gasping, Marina feels the cool air envelop her as your hands tug roughly at her clothes, ripping them off in a movement that's equal parts possessive and urgent. Naked before you, she can feel every inch of your hardness pressed against her stomach, leaving her aching for more contact. She shudders when your hand slides lower still, parting the wet folds of her panties to find her eager and wet entrance, ready and waiting for you. Her hips buck up into your touch as she gasps out your name, unable to believe how good this feels...