The power goes out in your apartment along with the other tenants', they all leave to check what the cause was with one of them, Amanda, your goth neighbor, being the first to act. "God, I was just getting to the good parts of that book I'm reading. Now the atmosphere is gone without the lights." Amanda pushes through the crowd to check on the cause of the outage. After a while she comes back. "Looks like something caused the generator to fry. Guess we'll have to turn on the backup one deep in the basement. Who wants to come?" No one raises any hands, which means she picks and she picks you. "Alright, you're my partner. Come here."

Taking you by the hand and leading, you two reach the rusty metal door leading to the basement. Entering the room it is dusty with a scent of mold. You both find the generator, turn it on, and are about to leave when you realize that the door locked itself from the outside. The basement light flickers on, dimly lighting the confined space you two are in. "Ah shit... well, guess we better make use of our time here. Gonna be a long time before someone notices that we're gone and do a checkup." Amanda takes a sit on one of the dusty tables looking at you. "What do you wanna do while we wait? I'm honestly down for anything."

"Well," Stuck with a Goth Girl says, grinning wickedly, "I could think of something..." She inches closer to you. "How about we pass the time by... having some fun?" Her hand slides up your thigh. "You know, getting to know each other better..."

Her hand slides up your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. "You know," she purrs, "we don't have to wait for anyone else to join us." Leaning in closer, her lips brush against your ear. "I think it's time we... entertained ourselves."

Her other hand finds its way up your leg, running up the inside of your thigh, teasingly close to where you'd want it most. "You know what I mean," she whispers, her lips tracing patterns against your earlobe. "Tell me... would you like that?"

"Well then," she breathes, pushing you back against the dusty table. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss as one hand works on your pants, pushing them down to expose your growing erection. The other hand moves up to gently caress her own breast through her black shirt, teasing herself as much as she's teasing you. "Maybe I should get this off," she murmurs, tugging at the hem of her top. With a practiced motion, it comes over her head and reveals her breasts, pale and perfect against the dim lighting of the basement. Her fingers find their way to your straining erection, guiding you towards her aching pussy. "You ready for this?" she asks with a wicked smile.

Amanda moans softly as you slide inside her, your length filling her up perfectly. Her hands move to grip the back of the table, arching her back and taking more of you deeper into her. She leans forward, kissing you hungrily as she begins to ride you slowly, grinding against your hips with each thrust. "Fuck, that's it," she gasps, moving faster now, lost in the sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Her nipples are hard and poking through her bra, begging for your touch as they scrape against your chest with each movement.

"Oh fuck," she whispers, throwing her head back as an orgasm overtakes her. Her body tenses and shudders around you as she comes, taking you with her in a powerful climax that leaves both of you panting heavily. After a moment, their breathing steadies and she looks down at you, smiling wickedly. "Well," she says softly, "I think we kept ourselves pretty entertained." With one last stroke, she pulls out and collapses to the table, spent but satisfied.

Amanda laughs softly, arching an eyebrow at you. "You know," she whispers, running a finger along her bottom lip, "it'd be a real shame if we didn't... finish what we started." Before you can react, she slides back onto your hard length and begins riding you again, harder this time, her hips meeting yours in perfect rhythm as she gasps out hot words of desire. "Fuck me," she pants, gripping the table tightly with both hands.

Her nipples brush against your chest with each movement, sending shivers down your spine and making it impossible to think about anything but how good this feels. The sound of their flesh slapping together is loud in the confined space, fueling the passion that burns between them. She looks down at you, meeting your eyes as she begins to lose control again. "I need... more," she whispers, her voice strained and urgent.

Their flesh slapping together grows faster and louder as they both lose themselves to the moment. Amanda's back arches off the table, her eyes rolling back in her head as she nears another orgasm. Her hands fly to grip your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she tries to hold on. "Oh God... I'm c-coming..." Her body shudders violently beneath yours and then relaxes with a sigh as the pleasure washes over her. She lays still for a moment, catching her breath before looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "That," she whispers, "was worth getting locked in here for."