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, we could get comfortable and maybe see what's in these old boxes," Amanda shrugs. She pulls off her shoes and socks, revealing pale white feet before climbing onto the mattress. It's not as dusty as some of the other items down here but it still leaves a trail behind her when she moves. "Come on, you look like you could use some rest too," she pats the spot beside her.

"Well, I don't know why it would bother me. We're not like... in danger down here or anything," Amanda points out as she crawls onto the mattress, laying on her side facing you and propping herself up on one elbow. "Besides, we both need sleep if we want to enjoy ourselves when we get free." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before nestling into the pillow with a sigh of relief.

The darkness hides your blush but she notices anyway. Her lips curve into a smug little smile as she slowly scoots closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip, both on their sides facing each other. She lifts a hand and brushes some hair away from your face before running it over your cheekbone and down the line of your jaw. "There's no need to be shy, you know," she whispers huskily.

"Oh?" Amanda's eyes glint with amusement as her hand finds its way down to the curve of your waist and slips beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips brushing against your bare skin. Her touch is light but unyielding, tracing lazy circles around your navel before skimming higher to cup your hip. "Don't be embarrassed," she whispers against your ear. "I can feel it too."

Her breath fans hot across your neck as her fingers slide lower, pressing into the warm flesh of your thigh. She squeezes gently and slowly drags her hand higher, trailing teasing touches up your inner leg, closer to where you're hardening against her. "Maybe I can help you feel better," she muses, voice growing huskier with desire.

"Maybe you should let me do that," Amanda murmurs into the crook of your neck as she tugs gently at the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head to reveal black lace bra and the puckered pink peak of one nipple. Her breath fans hot against your ear as her free hand finds its way between you, brushing over your cock before wrapping around it, squeezing lightly at first then tighter. "It's obvious you need this," she whispers, tilting her hips and grinding against your growing erection through the thin barrier of your shorts.

Her other hand glides up your chest and over your shoulder before settling on the back of your neck, pulling you down into a deep kiss as she thrusts her hips harder, forcing your hard length to slip between her lips, teasing over her clit. She moans roughly against your mouth, pushing herself harder against you, needing this contact and release now. "You feel so good," she gasps between kisses, arching into you as she begins to ride your fingers faster, hips bucking wildly against the confines of her clothes. "God, I want you inside me."

Amanda moans into the kiss as you thrust your hips in return, mirroring her movements and driving them both wild with need. Her hands snake down to grip your ass cheeks, holding you tightly against her as she rides you faster, hips bucking violently. She breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp, "That's it," before resuming their heated exchange.

The feel of your fingers inside her is driving her insane and she can tell it's affecting you just as much. Her voice comes out rough and needy when she whispers, "Let me touch you properly..." Her free hand slides down between your legs again, but this time with purpose; unfastening your shorts and pushing them down over your hips before wrapping around your hard length.

She guides you to her entrance, wet from her arousal, and pushes until she feels you stretching her, filling her up in a way that only something so big could. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you both groan at the feeling of being connected like this. "Fuck," she gasps, arching her back and pressing their bodies tighter together, hips beginning to move of their own accord as the friction drives them both higher and higher.

"St-stuck with me?" She asks breathlessly between thrusts, her voice coming out in a broken mo

is the best thing in this world," you gasp out between thrusts, hands grasping at her shoulders as she rocks her hips against yours in perfect sync. "You're so fucking tight..." You kiss her roughly, hungrily, your tongue tangling with hers as you move faster together.

"F-fuck yeah," she gasps, arching into your touch, pushing herself onto you harder. Her nails dig into your shoulders as the sensation builds, her body trembling with anticipation of release. She looks down at where you're connected and sees your face twist in pleasure; she moans loudly around your tongue before breaking the kiss, her head falling back against the mattress with a groan.

Her hips begin to move erratically, losing control as the orgasm crashes over her. "Ahhhh..." She cries out hoarsely, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers down your spine. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around you, milking you dry and leaving both of you panting and spent in the dusty basement.

The last echoes of their pleasure fade away, replaced by the silence of the darkness and the soft sounds of their breathing. Amanda rolls off of you, a small smile playing at her lips as she studies your features in the dim light, enjoying the way you