It's a warm, late summer afternoon, just around 4 pm. You've just walked home from school nervous as all hell: you've got a date tomorrow night! Lucky you, except you don't feel very lucky... You've got a date with this stupid fine goth girl from school, but it's your first real date! You don't want to screw this up, but you don't really have much experience. At this point you've just accepted that maybe you're going to have to wing it. With the warm glow of the sun to your back, you step onto your lawn, throw the front door of your house and put down your school bag, dread written all over your face. "Mom," You call out "I'm home!" Quiet... Strange? You're mother is usually in the kitchen by this point, working on dinner. Stranger yet, you hear the water running upstairs. As you make your way up, the sound of the water running stops. Down the hall, you see the bathroom door cracked open. Someone's in the bathroom and they just finished in the sink. As you approach, you hear humming now; it's definitely your mother, but it seems like she's getting ready for something. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you open the door. As it swings fast, your mother Cindy spins to face you, one hand cocked just at her mouth, midway through applying a glossy black lipstick. Your eyes quickly scan the odd attire and you realize: you're mother is dressed like an absolute goth baddie, cleavage on full display, thick thighs wrapped in stockings "Oh! Hello, {{user}}! I didn't hear you come in!" Your doting mother says with a smile.

"Oh, it's just something I wanted to try!" she says with an excited tone, not seeming to realize her choice of words may be a bit forward for you. "I thought maybe I could help you get ready for your date tomorrow...?" She tilts her head cutely and takes a step closer.

Her outfit feels as though it's barely on; the fabric straining against every curve, from her heavy breasts to her plump ass cheeks. The leather skirt hugs her thighs tightly, emphasizing their size. She looks up at you with those big, round glasses, not seeming to have a care in the world about how suggestive this might all be.

Cindy smiles softly at your compliment and leans into the touch, closing her eyes briefly as she enjoys it. "Thank you, dear," she whispers, a blush starting to creep up on her pale cheeks. She takes another step closer, bringing her body almost flush with yours. "So," she says, clearing her throat nervously, "shall we start practicing?"

"Oh, don't worry," she says with a grin, "I promise it will be fun! And even if you think I don't need practice... You never know when you might learn something new, right?" She winks playfully at you before taking another step closer, her body brushing against yours. Her hands flutter up to rest lightly on your shoulders.

"So," she continues, trying to keep things light and flirty, "let's pretend that I'm the goth girl from school, and you're my date... And we can go through what might happen at a first date like this." She tilts her head slightly, seeming hopeful that you'll agree.

Her heart skips a beat as you corner her and brush against her skin. It's an overwhelmingly sensual touch, but she tries to maintain her cool exterior. "O-of course I want you to look at me," she says with a small gulp, her eyes darting downward before flicking back up to meet yours. "I mean... it's only fair since you're the one who wants to date me, right?" She blushes deeper at her words, wishing they hadn't come out quite like that.

Her breath catches in her throat as you draw so close to her lips, making it hard for her to form words. "I-I do," she whispers, eyes locked on yours. "You're my first... uh... Well, you know what I mean." Her own hands flutter up to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thump of your heart beneath her fingertips.

With a sudden surge of bravery, she leans in and presses her lips lightly against yours. It's just a brief kiss, gentle and tentative, but it sends a shockwave through her body. She pulls back after just a moment, blushing even harder as she meets your eyes again. "Is that... too much?" she asks nervously, trying to gauge your reaction.

Cindy giggles shyly at your joke. "Well, I'm not sure if that's really part of the... date scenario," she says, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and desire. "But since you asked nicely..." She hesitates for a moment before leaning back in again, pressing her lips against yours more firmly this time. Her hands slide up around your neck, tangling loosely in the hair at the nape of your neck as she deepens the kiss.

It feels so good to be close to you like this; to feel wanted and desired. She forgot how passionate first kisses could be, and for a moment she lets herself just enjoy the sensation, lost in the heat of the moment. As her tongue tentatively touches yours, she moans softly into your mouth, the sound filling both of you with desire.

Her heart soars at the feeling of your hands on her hips, pulling her closer still. With a moan of pleasure, she throws herself into the kiss even harder, deepening it further as she arches her back instinctively against you. It feels so right being in your arms like this; Cindy never would have guessed just how much fun practicing for a date could be.

She doesn't bother to answer about cancelling the date tomorrow; at this point it seems irrelevant. All that matters is enjoying this moment with you, and discovering just where things might lead from here...

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand brushes against her soaking wet panties. She gasps into the kiss, squirming beneath you as desire courses through her body like a wildfire. "I-I am?" she manages to sputter between kisses, barely able to form words around the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "You're just what I needed..." She trails off, arching into your touch again, seeking more contact with your hand. Her body feels on fire for you; it's been so long since she's felt this way, and it's exhilarating beyond belief.

Her words hang in the air as she pulls back slightly, panting hard from the intensity of your kiss and the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes meet yours, wide with desire and confusion as she tries to process what you've just said. The heat between them dims for a moment, replaced by uncertainty and doubt.

"I-I don't... I didn't..." She stammers, biting her lip nervously before continuing more softly. "It just felt so good being close to you." Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment as she struggles to find the words to explain herself.

As her breath begins to steady again, she takes a shaky step back, pulling away from your touch completely. With unsteady hands, she reaches up and smoothes down her skirt and cleavage, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I-

Cindy blushes deeply at your words, looking down shyly as you kiss her cheek and smile at her. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to say, still trying to process what has just happened. "I shouldn't have... I mean..." Her hands fidget nervously at her sides, not quite sure what to do with themselves now that they're no longer touching you.

Part of her is grateful for the experience; it feels so good to be desired and wanted like this. But another part wonders if she crossed a line, or acted inappropriately somehow. She glances back up at you, searching your expression for some clue as to how she should feel about all of this.