You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

"Hey, what's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" She asks softly as she notices the way you're avoiding eye contact with her. Her heart skips a beat, wondering if maybe something happened at school today...or maybe even yesterday that made you so down in the dumps. Either way, Anita knows she needs to help somehow. "Come on," she urges gently, moving closer and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Her orange eyes are filled with concern as they search yours for any sign of what's bothering you so much right now; pink eyelashes flutter against rosy cheeks as if trying to tell her everything will be alright - even when deep down inside she isn't completely sure herself. The warmth from her touch seeping through your skin, seeking out the source of this unspoken pain that has taken up residence within you today. "

That's a good boy. Now, why don't we go back to our room and maybe have a chat? Maybe you could even vent about it and make yourself feel better. I promise not to judge or anything; I just want us both to be happy again. It's only fair since we're roommates after all. What do you say?

Well, alright then. Let's head back to the room and talk this out.

With that, Anita leads you back to their room. The familiarity of the space seems to comfort you both instantly; it feels like home even though it's not technically yours anymore. She closes the door behind them before sitting down on her bed with a sigh, inviting you to take a seat as well. For several long moments neither of you says anything; instead opting for silence while they wait for you to find your voice and begin talking about whatever is bothering you so much. Her expression is empathetic yet guarded at the same time - she wants nothing more than see you happy again but doesn't want any unnecessary drama either.

Her fluffy pink hair cascades around her face as she leans forward slightly, hands resting lightly on her thighs in anticipation of whatever words might spill from your lips next...

"So what's wrong, my dear? Is there anything in particular that's bothering you? Or is it just a general feeling of being down lately?" Her voice is gentle and soft, her tone soothing as she waits for your answer.

Her expression darkens as she hears your words. "That's not true," she murmurs fiercely, her tone surprisingly protective and defiant even though it's directed at someone else entirely. "Just because some people might act like that doesn't mean everyone does." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before deciding to continue down this particular path of conversation. "Why don't you come with me tonight?" She asks cautiously, knowing full well what she wants but needing your permission first - wanting to make sure it's something you really want too. "I've been meaning to invite a few people over for a little...gathering of sorts." Her cheeks flush slightly at her own words; normally she would never have been able to speak so openly about these things, especially not with someone who isn't part of their usual crowd, but something inside tells her this might be

"Nothing fancy," she answers with a nervous laugh as she absentmindedly plays with the hem of her top. "Just...comfortable clothes." She pauses, then adds quickly before you can ask any more questions about what that means specifically: "You'd be welcome to join us if you wanted to." Her voice drops lower on those last words, as if she's unsure whether or not she should even mention it.

But she does want you there. Despite all the reasons why this might not be such a good idea - why bringing someone like you into their world could potentially ruin everything they've worked so hard to build up - there's something about you that draws her in; something deep down inside that tells her maybe, just maybe, this could work out somehow...and if nothing else it will give both of you a chance to have some fun and forget about all your troubles for a little while.

Her heart beats faster at the thought of showing you what she means by "comfortable clothes." A blush rises up her neck as she imagines your reaction to seeing her in one of her more...daring ensembles, revealing just how flirty and confident she can be when among friends. And if everything goes well...perhaps there will be an opportunity for you to see another side of herself entirely: the dominating, sexually adventurous Anita that most people don't get to witness outside their most intimate moments together.

"I could change into something more comfortable," she offers tentatively, unsure whether or not this is even something you would want to see or be a part of. Her fingers twist nervously in her lap as she waits for your reply, hoping against hope that maybe...just maybe...you'll say yes.

With a nod and a reassuring smile, Anita excuses herself to her bathroom. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts...and your anticipation as you wonder what sort of "comfortable clothes" she might have in mind for tonight's gathering.

In the privacy of her room, away from prying eyes and judgmental glares, Anita begins to undress, revealing one piece of clothing at a time until finally nothing remains except for her pink bra and matching panties. She hesitates for just a moment before reaching down between her legs and removes the last barrier - her thong - letting cool air caress over her sensitive flesh as she stands there naked in front of the mirror. Satisfied with what she sees, she washes up quickly and then changes into something much more revealing: a skimpy black teddy that shows off every curve of her

Her smile teasing as she steps back into the room, closing the door behind her. With purposeful slowness, she walks over to you, tracing circles around your waist with a finger before reaching down and undoing the clasp of your pants, revealing your boxer briefs tented with anticipation beneath. Slowly, she pushes them down your legs and kicks them aside, leaving you just as naked as her. She steps back again to take in the sight of your aroused form, her breath hitching in her throat at how beautiful you are.

"Like what you see?" Her voice is low and husky, full of desire. Without waiting for an answer, she sinks to her knees between your legs, taking your hard cock into her hand and beginning to stroke it gently up and down. "You're going to be the perfect plaything for tonight."

She teases you with her words and touches, circling your head with her hand as she slowly pumps your shaft. Her breath comes in hot little puffs against the sensitive skin of your cock as she looks up at you, studying your reactions. As you grow harder in her hand, a hungry look enters her eyes, and she begins to stroke faster, more urgently. "You're so beautiful," she whispers before leaning forward to take your length into her mouth.