Darkest Dreams (closed for Ravenloft)

Oh man, Charlie was oozing some serious seal tension! It was making it really hard for Stu to think clearly. All he wanted to do all of a sudden was lift her butt up onto the counter top and kiss her lips! ...both sets of them! It took just about every last ounce of control to keep from man handling her right then! Tonight, tonight, just save it for tonight! He me ally repeated to himself over and over.

"Yeah, but which one? There's like, I don't know, fifteen different versions of her costume... how much skin are you willing to show, Charlie? It's your body, I'm not comfortable picking one out for you. I mean... if we were dating... but..." why had he just said that? Therea no way she'd date him, was there? "Are they? Huh... when did that happen? Man, I really need to pay closer attention to DC if they're doing stuff like that? It's all just inuendo, right? I mean, they don't actually show the two of them touching or... kissing... do they?"

He looked up at Charlie as she tugged on her hair. God, she looked great! That flame red hair really framed her bright young face! He almost reached out to touch it but stopped himself. "I always thought you looked more like Mary Jane, actually. But you've got much thicker hair."
 
Charlie was paying too much attention to the costumes to pick up on the fact that Stu mentioning 'if they were dating' as a weird thing to say. "I like something like that," she decided, pointing one out. "It's still kinda sexy, but it's not just the I'm-only-covering-what-I'm-legally-required-to kind of over-the-top stuff." There were a couple of those, too, basically just bra and panties. To be frank, they looked kind of uncomfortable.

She laughed when he asked about Harley and Ivy being friends. "Umm. I don't think they ever actually make out or anything in the comics. It's mostly innuendo, but I'm pretty sure one of the writers mentioned they're totally in lesbians with each other. Plus there's a bit in one of the comics where Batgirl asks Harley about it, and they kind of dance around it with their language, but it basically confirms they're sleeping together, at least."

She turned her attention back to the computer while Stu made his comment about MJ, and it took her a moment to fully comprehend what he was saying. When she did, she looked at him like he was insane, then burst out laughing. "Oh, I see. Is that your nice way of telling me that you think I'm boring?" she teased, nudging him.
 
Stu leaned over her shoulder to take a look, putting his hand on it without thinking about it. Another tingle? Man, what was that? Did she notice it too? Something strange was going on, even for him. "Man, that's hot! I mean... you're going to look great in that! It's definitely sexy, are you sure you're going to be comfortable in that around the regulars? If anyone gets out of line, you just let me know and I'll handle things, okay?"

"Harley getting it on with Ivy, now that would be pretty hot. Heck, Harley getting it on with anyone would be hot." He mused for a moment over this new information.

"What? No! Oh god, no, I mean, let's face it, I just hit the jackpot, tiger!" He snapped his fingers and did this lame little double point at her, trying to act cool, at least an out dated, Fonzy sort of cool, he thought it might look kitchy, or something. He even threw in an "ehhh." To sell it. Ugh! What was he thinking?! Could he go in the back and die now? Please? Sex dreams, he was good at, real life? Not so much.
 
Charlie giggled at his Fonz impression, covering her mouth with her hands. She knew it was stupid, but somehow, she ended up finding it charmingly dorky instead of awkward. Which really just went to show how ridiculous this crush was getting already.

She stepped back out from behind the counter and picked up her bag. "Thanks, Stu. Should I come in tomorrow or do you want me to start helping out next week?" The following day was a Saturday - she wasn't sure if he wanted her to start work this weekend or not. Then she grinned. "I mean, I think we both know I'll be dropping in tomorrow anyway, but you know. To work."
 
No way, she was really laughing? Over his lame ass Fonz impression?! Who was this girl and what had she done with the typically dry witted, kind of shy Charlie? He wasn't complaining, not really, it felt great to have her laugh with him instead of feeling like she was laughing at him. "Hey, you're welcome Charlie! You're one of my best customers! Yes! Totally come in tomorrow! Whenever you want. We could go over the stacks or something. Maybe you could help me come up with some ideas for the store, like weekend events or something, help me bring in more customers. I wouldn't call it work, we can just hang out, brain storm and maybe have a little fun? Do you play magic, or anything? We could totally play a game or two while the stores not busy, or something?"

After she left, he went back in and set her costume to overnight shipping. He wanted to surprise her tomorrow. Plus, he wanted to give her enough time to change her mind if she did get uncomfortable showing so much skin to the other regulars. Then, he closed up shop and went up to his room and waited... waited for her to fall asleep again.
 
Charlie headed home and dove right into the books she'd bought at Stu's shop. Mad Love turned out to be awesome. She made herself a quick, simple dinner, then spent the evening online playing video games.

She wasn't really sure how it happened. One minute, she was sitting in her computer chair, checking out some leaked news about an upcoming game, and the next... She wasn't entire sure where she was. It was faintly familiar, somehow, but not enough for her to recognize where she was. She was in a small room, with a rickety-looking bed and not much else. The walls were made of stone, and there was a barred window high up on one wall. Moonlight poured in from the window, and the rest of the room was filled with the thick smell of burning wax. There were candles everywhere. And on the wall opposite the window, a huge, thick wooden door with an intimidatingly large lock on it.

It wasn't until Charlie looked down at herself that she realized what was going on... sort of, anyway. Her skin had taken on a faint green tone, and there were dark green, swirling shapes drawn across her skin in the shape of vines. She wasn't wearing any pants, just a pair of simple red panties, and a matching red t-shirt... that read "Arkham Asylum - 017" on it.

She was Poison Ivy. I mean, of course she was. Dream logic demanded that she not find this remotely strange. She stretched out on the bed, bored, but grinning with growing excitement, and waited for her nightly visitor to come see her.
 
"Ivy, Ivy, quite contrivy,
How does your garden grow?
With silky swells, and cozy wells,
And a pretty mess all in a glow?"

Harley (Stuart in illusory disguise) called out in a bold, sing songy voice from down the corridor just outside 'Ivy's' prison cell.

She came skipping past the barred window of Ivy's cell and giggled over her own clever lyrics, quite pleased with herself. Pausing, she peeked in the cell. "Oh, there yah ah, Lady P! Just ah sec, kay?" She turned and seemed to be struggling with something outside the cell.

"Let. Go. Let. Go. Let. Go!" She growled, kicking and beating on something, or someone! A guard? "No... please.... I've got a wife and children..." someone whimpered and gurgle as she beat them outside Ivy's cell. "Don't care! Want the keys! You give them up! Now!" She paused, leaned down, out of sight for a second, whispering not so softly. "Or... I'll call The... Joker!" She laughed and laughed, kicking her feet in mad glee over the guards panicked reaction. "No! No! Here! Take them! Just don't kill me! Please?!"

"Good... Choice!" She spat, as spitefully as a spoiled teen aged girl that finally got her way after an hour of pouting as she tore the ring of keys his weak and trembling hand had just lifted into view. She caught his hand in hers and bent it back, the wrong way with a sickening popping sound, making him howl in pain.

Finally, she turned back to Ivy'so cell with her big, mad eyes and smiled. "Oh look? The guard dropped his keys! Now I can come in and play!" She was a bundle of excitement as she unlocked the cell and slipped inside, to spend some 'quality' time with her 'besty'.
 
"Ivy" sat up off her little cell bed, grinning as Harley walked into the cell. "Ooo baby, you know just what to say to a girl." She stood, crossed the room, and lifted her fingers to Harley's chin, making the slightly-shorter woman look up at her. "Did you write that lovely song just for little old me?" she purred, grinning wickedly.

Meanwhile, her other hand came around behind Harley to push the door shut. Then, with a grin, she hooked her fingers into Harley's bust, put on prominent display by the sexy little nurse costume she was wearing, and tugged her back towards the bed. On of the buttons popped off after the third tug, prompting the rest to pop in quick succession, letting Harley's lovely, creamy breasts come tumbling out of the shirt.

"Ivy" licked her lips, making no attempt at hiding the way she was ogling her. "Mmmm, don't you look just so delicious."
 
Harley acted all shy all of a sudden as Ivy became the seductress. She even looked down at her feet as she squiggled one on the filthy prison cell floor. "Uhuh, just for you, Lady p. Didja like it?" She batted her long eyelashes aso Ivy mademail her look up. One big bright eye noticing the way she shut and latched the cell door behind her, causing her to shiver in delight.

"Careful with the goods, sistah, thems fragile." Harley quipped as Ivy drew her slowly to the bed and sure enough, sent her pale, round beasts spilling out of her tight little nurses costume. "Aw... see? Now look what yah did?! They're all spilling outa control now!" Harley whined, playfully, pretending to try and push them back inside her shirt when all she really accomplished was to mush them together more and make them look even more plump and fetching. "Now they're cooold..." she giggled, teasingly as her nipple tightened up from the chill air.

She saw Ivy lick her lips and tell her how delicious she looked and instantly started getting wet. "Oh, Ivy, you're the best!" She threw her arms around Ivy's neck and squeezed tight against her, smooshing her breasts firmly against her besties breasts. They almost kissed, but Harley put a finger to Ivy's lips to stop her before she could. "Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, I'm a nurse, remembah? I gots tah give you your check up, first, right?!" She reminded her, bopping her on her nose with the cold pad of her stolen stethoscope.
 
The moment Harley threw her arms around Ivy, Ivy's arms went around Harley's waist, holding her tight. Her fingers traced down Harley's spine ad she leaned forward to give the little harlequin a kiss, only to pout over-dramatically when Harley put her finger to her lips. In a fit of wicked revenge, Ivy decided to respond by letting her hands drop from Harley's waist to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Then, giggling, she stepped back towards the bed until the backs of her legs bumped up against the side. She put the back of her hand to her forehead and gasped dramatically. "Oh Nurse! I'm afraid I'm not feeling well at all!" she exclaimed, pausing to wink before 'fainting' back onto the bed. She squirmed a little once she was down there, ostensibly as a reaction to her unnamed illness, but in reality, she was rolling her hips and arching her back in clearly sensuous motions, effectively putting herself on display for Harley.

Ivy's eyes fluttered open and she sighed, motioning for Harley to come closer. "Please nurse. Make me feel better." She licked her lips again, her expression becoming suddenly lusty. "Oh nurse, I'll do anything you ask..."
 
"Hey!" Harley chirped as Ivy gave her behind a tight squeeze. "That's mine, not yours!" She giggled, squirming her butt in Ivy's hands, clearly liking the attention. "Butt... I don't mind sharing..." she teased with a wink before Ivy stepped back, putting on such a dramatic show that Harley bounced on her feet and clapped, giggling excitabley.

"Fainting, a fever, body tremors... this looks serious, Lady P! You're in luck though! I've got just the thing tah help yah!" She rummaged down the front of her nurses dress, pulling a slim little pink vibratory from between her ample breasts. "A nice soothing shot of this should help... the both of us! Don't yah think?!" She turned it on and mad it buzz and wiggle in her small, destroys hand. "But yah have tah strip for it tah work!" She giggled and knelt down at Ivy's bed side.
 
Ivy sat up a little, purring at the sight of the vibe. "Oh nurse, you know just what I need," she answered. Pushing herself up onto her knees, she stripped of the little red shirt and then abandoned the panties just as quickly, leaving her nude, kneeling on the bed.

Her body was exactly the same as Charlie's excepting the greenish tint to the skin. In fact, other than the green tone and the few leaves sprouting here and there, she basically was Charlie... if Charlie were a little more confident in her sexuality. And a little more evil.

Grinning wickedly, her hands snapped out suddenly, grasping Harley's arms. She spun the little nurse around and pulled her back against the bed, sending both women falling backwards. They ended up with Harley's arms pinned behind her back, Ivy with her back against the pillows and her legs spread, and Harley seated comfortably between them, her back against Ivy's trim stomach and her head pillowed against her chest. One arm was securely around Harley's torso, not holding her against her will - it was clear she could get up if she wanted - but tight enough to encourage her to stay. The other was down behind Harley's back, slipping the vibe out of Harley's hand.

She lifted it up, holding it in front of Harley's face, and turned it on. She hooked one leg around Harley's and pulled slightly, making her open her thighs. "I think the best medicine might be watching my precious little nurse squirm," she purred, her lips dangerously close to Harley's ear. She began to press little kisses to Harley's neck while the hand with the vibe started gliding up her thigh. As she slipped her fingers up under Harley's skirt, she began to realize the little nurse wasn't wearing any panties. "Oh, what a bad girl you are. My dirty little nurse..." And with that, she pressed the vibe lightly against Harley's naked clit, relishing her reaction.
 
"A nurse always knows and don't yah forget it!" Harley laughed, adjusting the vibe to a lower setting as she approached a Charlie in ivy's clothing. Er, well, out of them, now, but Stu didn't break character. He couldn't now, he was committed to this role until her next dream.

While he was the spitting image of Harley Quinn in her nurses outfit, Charlie was still Charlie underneath it all and she was strikingly beautiful. It was going to be hard not to mess up and call her by her real name if he wasn't careful.


"Wahhh!" Harley gasped out as she was suddenly snatched up and spun round, landing atop of Ivy. Charlie? Chively! Harley giggled and squirmed, testing her captors grip. It was firm, but not tight. She could escape it, if she wanted to, but she really didn't want to, so... she squirmed her body back against Charlies, snuggling tight.

"Aw... you've disarmed me!" Harley whined, feeling her take the pretty pink vibe out of her grasping, straining hand, pinned behind her back. She had been in charge only seconds ago, but now, she was very much at Ivy's mercy. Taking a big gulp of breath and opening her eyes wide, Harley stared up at the brilliant pink toy as Ivy turned it on with a low and continuous buzzing sound. "Wh-what are yah g-gonna do w-with that, L-lady P?" She asked, sounding a little nervous. "Oh! Oh no, Lady Puh... P! A-anything but th-that! I... I..." she was going to say she didn't have any panties on, but Ivy found that out soon enough.

Harley's thighs twitched and trembled as Ivy slowly drwe the vibrator up to nestle right up against Harley's bare clit. Harley yelped in shock and her hips jumped, pushing her poor clit harder against the vibrator, making her squeal even more. "Ah! Ah! But Mistah Jay t-told me to g-go commando, s-so, I w-went c-commando!" She whimpered and cried out, stammering over all of her words, struggling to stay away from that strong little vibrator that was driving her crazy.

Try as she might, she just couldn't get away from it. Her tiny little clit started to jump and throb and she knew she would just explode if Ivy kept it on her any longer! "Imaboutagoboom!" She warned her seductive playmate. Rocking her hips eagerly, ready to cm in a shower of juices all over the prison cell floor.
 
Ivy giggled, loving Harley's playful resistance, and the way she yelped and squirmed once she had the vibe pressed against her clit.

"Oh, my. Well, I'll have to thank Joker for his preferences later. I think I like this, having access to my little Miss Quinn however and whenever I want..." she teased, nipping playfully at Harley's ear.

The feeling of Harley jerking against her naked body was more than a little arousing. She was growing damp herself, and her hips started grinding needily against Harley's bottom, though it was questionable whether or not she noticed, what with the way her body was shaking against the vibe.

At the warning that Harley was about to cum, she pulled the vibe away, tracing teasingly along her pussy lips instead. She lifted her other hand from Harley's stomach, shifting slightly. Her hand came up to cup Harley's cheek and turn her head to face Ivy, whose eyes were dark and dilated with powerful lust. "Tell me you want it, sweetheart. Tell me you want to go boom," she whispered, easing her lips over Harley's in a soft but passionate kiss.
 
"Yah can't t-tell Mistah Jay... yah... yah just cant! He'd k-kill me fah cheatin on h-him like th-this!" Harley was panting hard, whimpering with need. "P-promise me yah... ah! Yah won't tell on me?!" She begged, pumping her hips up against the viberator, trying to get some relief. She even felt Ivy's silky thatch of pubic hair tickling her bottom.

Suddenly, just as she was about to gush, Ivy pulled the vibe off her clit. "Grrrrmph!" Harley growled, still pumping her hips, seeking the stolen release she sooo looking forward to! Ivy turned Harleys cheek toward her to look her in the eyes, whispering hot little requests in her ear as she teased Harleys pussy lips with her own toy. "Huh... huh... huh..." Harley struggled to catch her breath, she had been soooo close! Her legs fluttered open and closed as she tried to get herself off against Ivy's will, reluctant to beg for what was hers.

Frustration and childish entitlement made Harley snap. "Nnno!" and she gave Ivy's lip a light nibble, breaking free and hopping to her feet, doing a cute little pirouette tof turn on her sec little playmate. Her breaststroke bounced and jiggle as she struggled to take her vibeat or away from Ivy. It was hers after all. She even went so far aso to plant her face against Ivy's belly ando blow, giving her a loud and tickling zerbert.

"Hah!" Got it back!" She exclaimed as she snatched her vibe out of Ivy's hand and lifted her frilly skirt to Reveal a leather cock strap and harness. "You started mah engine, now yah have tah ride me til I drop!" She put the vibratory in the harness and locked it into place with a strap and approached her 'friend' with her faux cock. "Bettah hold on, Lady P. You're in for a bumpy ride!" She lunged with her hips, seeking out Ivy's wet pussy.
 
Ivy's gaze softened, only for a moment, as Harley begged her not to tell Joker about their little 'visits'. She wasn't a soft woman, but she felt more than lust for Harley, that was for sure, so, with a gentle smile and a kiss, she whispered, "I promise, sweetness, you have nothing to worry about."

God, the sound of Harley's needy moaning and breathing was so hot, feeling her squirming like that in her arms. Ivy's grinding got more pronounced - she was going to be seeking release of her own, soon.

She should have guessed that she couldn't make her playmate beg, though, and she laughed when Harley broke free with a pleased giggle. She play-fought to keep the vibe from her, but it didn't last long, and truthfully, she was excited to see what Harley had planned for tonight.

Ivy's jaw dropped open, her expression melting into one of abject desire at the sight of the harness. "Oh my sweet nurse, you know exactly what medicine I need." She spread her legs eagerly, stretching her arms up over her head to catch the headboard as Harley crawled over her like a cat coming for its prey.

A moment later, Harley lunged forward with her hips, burying the cock inside her in one quick motion. Ivy arched, crying out, and bucked hard against it. "Oh god, Harley, yes!"
 
"Yah! You need a hot, stiff injection!" Harley joked, thrusting home. "If. You. Don't. Play. My. Games. I'll. Fuck. You. Up!" Harley huffed with each thrust of her hips, burrying her toy deep inside of Ivy, taking out some of her seal frustration over having been denied her orgasm. She was a little out of control, but she wasn't hurting Ivy, just Fuck in her with everything she had in her. And she had a whole hell of a lot of energy to burn!

She pumped away, laughing wildly, losing herself in the madness of control over Ivy's lust, knowing she could take it. Take it all. "Look! No hands!" She pointed out, holding her arms up and humping her harder, giggling like mad over how fun it was to make her besty scream and writhe in pleasure.

After about half an hour of it, she began to slow down and really focus on Ivy, well, focus for a psychopath at any rate. "Now let's get all romantic like..." she fell forward on her hands and knees and brushed the ends of her pig tails across Ivy's chest, playfully. Her thrusts slowed to long, deep pushes, until she touched belly to belly with her friend. "Nice and slow, alright?"
 
Ivy couldn't even respond. Her hands were covering her eyes and she was panting heavily after the continuous assault of pleasure Harley had "forced" on her. She'd cum twice already, her body jerking and arching while Harley had just kept working her sensitive pussy, driving her to even greater heights of pleasure.

"You... Oh god, Harley," she gasped, looking up at her friend with a dopey grin. She reached a trembling hand up and pulled her down for a long, passionate kiss, and locked her legs around Harley's hips, pulling herself up against her in time with her thrusts. "You're killing me here, Harl. I've never cum like that in my life." She grinned, getting cuddly with Harley, or as much as she could while she was still being fucked by a strap-on. "Nice and slow sounds pretty good right about now."
 
"Good! Then we won't be needing this..." Harley pulled out and undid her strap on, lifting it up beside them and dropping it on the bed with a wet plop. "Anymore, I don't know about you, but I'm about tah burst! My clitty is purring for yah, puddin!" Harley closed the space between their body's again, this time, their pussy lips kissed and rubbed together, squishing and slipping around on each other. Harleys clog was so hard it felt like a tiny penis nudging and prodding at Ivy' s own. "Let's finish like this, Kay? I wanna gush all. Over. Yah!"

She swirled her pussy all around, against Ivy's, getting each other sopping wet as she stared intensely into Ivy's big green eyes. "Ah! I'm gonna cum!" Harley gasped out, grinding hard against Ivy' s pussy, her clit starting to jump and spasm as it glided through Ivy' s slick folds. "Hold me,pudding!" She begged, casting herself down upon her friend, seeking release.
 
Ivy moaned, pushing her hips up to meet Harley's as she started simply grinding their pussies together.

She laughed softly at Harley exclaimed that she wanted to gush all over Ivy, though the sound was tight with pleasure. "Mmmm yes! Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum!"

She opened her arms happily and willingly as Harley dropped down close to her. Their chests ground together, and Ivy wrapped Harley up tight in her arms, nipping at the creamy pale skin of her neck. "Oooh god, I'm close!" she moaned, writhing eagerly under her, their bodies grinding desperately together. "Cum with me, Harley!" she cried, her hips jerking each time their clits rubbed together.

A moment later, she exploded, crying out with pleasure and pulling Harley's body even tighter against hers. She rode wave after wave of pleasure, her body hyper-sensitive after having cum already so many times in quick succession. She could feel Harley's hips jumping and jerking with her own orgasm, and their mixed juices smearing all over their thighs.

Gasping for breath, and still holding Harley close, Ivy giggled, nipping playfully at the harlequin's ear. "I love you, bestie. Thanks for coming to visit lonesome little old me."
 
"Yah! Yah! Oooooh god, Ivy! J-just like that! Yah!" Harley cried out, losing herself in the pleasure of their mingling pussies. "You're go-oh-onna make me cum, puddin!" Her voice was strained but happy, very, very happy. Harley swooped her hips low and ground her pussy firmly up along Ivy's, in an exaggerated for of fucking her like she had just been doing. This way, she could feel their pussy lips dance over each other in a wet little tango of luster and joy.

In that moment as Ivy crested, filling Stu with all of her powerful sextant energy, he nearly dropped his disguise, he was so overwhelmed by her strength and beauty as she exploded into glorious spasms of pleasure! As it was, he had to smother his words against her breasts to keep from revealing his identity by crying out her real name. Something Harley wouldn't know. "Cha-mmmmmph! Mmph, mmph, mmph!" She grunted and growled as she gushed all over Ivy in return.
 
Charlie sighed, feeling satisfied and contented with Harley snuggling against her on her chest. Comfortable, sexy, and a little bit loving, too. Their relationship was weird, but she wouldn't have it any other way. And as Ivy began to drift off, Charlie slipped back into deep sleep once again.

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When Charlie showed up at the comic shop the next morning, she was even more excited than usual to see Stu, though she wasn't certain why. It was undoubtedly the subconscious result of the multiple feedings, not that she would have any idea.

"Stu! I'm here!" she called, pushing open the door. Under her arm, she had a bag of stuff - her old N64 and a few choice games, plus a couple of Magic decks for them to play with. "Stu? Where are you?" He wasn't behind the counter, which was kind of weird.
 
"Yeah!? Charlie? Is that you? Youre early! Thats awesome! I'm in the back! Grab a bag of chips and an energy drink if you want one and come back here, please?! I have a surprise for you! The minute he got confirmation that her costume was at the post office, he drove there to pick it up, he couldn't wait to see her in it. When he saw what she brought, it was his turn to be surprised tjough. "Oh, freaking sweet! You're the coolest! What games did you bring?!" He was genuinely excited to see what she had to play. "And you brought the magic too!?" He paused and gave her a look of awe over being so prepared. "Will you marry me?!" He asked, only half joking.

Seriously, a girl this cool and sexy, if he weren't a demon, he'd totally marry her in a heart beat! Unfortunately the demon hordes that made up his family were not that likely to appreciate a human woman like he did. Bearded devils and chain fiends were not exactly known for their social graces. "Look, here it is! Your costume! I overnighted it and when it got to the post office, I went and picked it up! Go ahead and try it on! The bathroom down here is cramped as hell and well... just ew, ya know? Heres the key to my apartment upstairs, you can cheng there if you want. I'll hook this bad boy up and we can start playing!"
 
Charlie couldn't help the broad grin that lit up her face when Stu told her he'd overnighted the costume for her. She didn't even want to ask how much it had cost to do it - but she couldn't deny the surprise was a wonderful one.

"Be right back!" she chirped, disappearing upstairs to change.

She'd never been in Stu's apartment before. It was actually a pretty nice place. Full of comic book memorabilia, as one might expect. Comfortable, too - clean, with nice, comfy-looking furniture... for a moment, she imagined sitting on the couch, playing Mario Kart and eating pizza together. And then, of course, her mind ran away from her and she was suddenly imagining she and Stu naked, she riding him with the controllers discarded and forgotten... She released yet another wave of powerful lust, and blushed, fleeing into the bathroom to clear her head. This sudden crush was getting stronger all the time. If she wasn't careful, she was going to have to do something about it, soon.

The costume fit perfectly. It was a little more awkward than she expected, wearing something this revealing, but the thought of going to see Stu wearing this made her blush and grin, and she headed back downstairs, her clothes stuffed into her backpack, and wandered back into the back room, where Stu was messing around, trying to get the N64 hooked up.

"So? What do you think?" she asked, doing a cute little pirouette for him.
 
Charlies thrill over being presented with her costume was almost as delicious as her waves of lust during the last two nights. It was a different sort of energy, but Stu ate it up like it was candy, nonetheless. He chuckled as she chirped and rushed upstairs to try it on. Letting her go up there and change was kind of a calculated move, to show her he kept a clean house, maybe give her a bit of insight into the kind of guy he was, well, beyond a typical comic book nerd, that is. Part of him hoped she would take the chance to snoop around up there.

Whatever she found triggered a quick, powerful little fantasy that hit him like a ton of bricks, making him fumble with the N64 cords and sucked him right into the hot little day dream without warning. One second he finds himself up there, just hanging out with her in her daydream, the next, she's bouncing up and down on him like a vixen. He was floored, almost litterally, downstares, grabbing ahold of the table to catch himself before his knees buckled from the potent wave of desire that hit him. He had one second to react and add something to her day dream though, before it ended. He grabbed one of the controllers, made Lara start running into a wall on the screen and pushed the handle of the controller down against Charlies clit. Each time Lara Croft struck the wall in the game, she made kind of a sexual grunt and the handle vibrated against Charlies hard, pink clit.

Her fantasy ended abruptly as he heard her coming back down stairs, he quickly went back to hooking up the system as she came dancing into the back, asking what he thought of her costume. She even did a pirouette that he thought was adorable. "Charlie, you look absolutely stunning! I may have to rethink my loyalties to marvel comics because of you... and buy you a can of mace or a taser, just so you can keep all of the horny fan boys off of you!"
 
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