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I tried something new for this year’s big local anime convention, dressing all goth. I wasn’t made up as a specific character or anything, I was just decked out in a way I’d never dare on a ‘normal’ day. Red lipstick, black eyeliner, pale cheeks. A black leather skirt that only came down mid-thigh, a black leather choker with metal studs, some black leather platform boots. A white button-up blouse and white mesh stockings. I’d gotten a thrill when I bought all this, and another thrill this morning when I’d put all it on together for the first time. The lanyard around my shoulders, with its badge featuring a blue-haired anime girl labeled ‘weekend,’ was my only concession to practicality.

I swallowed away my nerves, set my jaw, and strutted through the crowd, flaunting myself in a way I never did. There was something freeing about being a part of a convention crowd. I was there solo, nobody to know that this wasn’t normally me, to know that I wasn’t being myself. Not that in the crazy cosplay and fashion and outfits and everything I stood out all that much, but I relished the opportunity to be a different person.

I underestimated how much attention I’d get.

At first it was funny, mousy little four-eyed me with a nonstop barrage of dudes giving me thirsty glances. But it grew wearying, being pestered for photos with and photos of, the wayward hands, the stares.

When she found me, I was pressing through a crowd, pushing away from an annoying stranger, looking for a safe seat where I could watch the panel without being bothered. She was such a reprieve.

She was, technically, another total stranger. But she was dressed up all goth, too, and that was instant kinship. She’d rolled even deeper into the look than I, with her corset and corsage and little hat and burgundy perfectly-arranged hair and scattered piercings. She was bonkers hot — tall and trim and busty and cute, her smirk confident and knowing, her big eyes inviting and expressive — she was who I wished I could be.

“Call me Annabel,” she’d said, shooing away the kid sitting next to her, granting me his chair.

Shit. That was a great name. I’d forgotten to come up with a goth name. Think of something! “Zeze,” I’d blurted.

She didn’t question it, and Zeze I became.

After the panel, of course I joined her as she glided back into the hall into the shelter a waiting trio of dudes.

“This is my boyfriend,” she said, nestling into the shoulder of a tall, gorgeous, lanky guy with black spiky hair and a see-through mesh shirt, “And his friends.” Two more guys huddled in, not dissimilar from the first. They protected us from the crowd.

Introductions were made, and I became a member of their pack, as easy as that. Anime conventions are fun that way. I was read into the plans, into their schedule. They told me which panels and events and concerts they were gonna, where they were meeting up after, what they were doing for dinner, where they were hoping to sit at the masquerade, about which late-night dance they were scheming.

I did it all with them, and it was a blast, truly. An experience like no other, and I wouldn’t have shared it with anyone else. I couldn’t have planned my day better. At the end of the night, so late it was technically morning, I was spent and tired and I felt like they were my best friends in the world, finding it hard to believe I’d only met them twelve hours ago.

“You at the convention hotel?” Annabel asked.

“No, I’m a local, I drove,” I explained, my arm linked with hers, leaning against her for support. Strangers were milling past, ignoring us, looking exhausted, headed off to bed so they could recharge and do it all again tomorrow.

“So are we,” she said, “But we got a room here anyway. You should come up, we’re going to have a little nightcap. And then you can crash with us.”

“Awww,” I said, “You’re so sweet. I can’t do that, you’ve already been so generous.”

“Zeze. Shut the fuck up. Come with us.”

I giggled. Of course I went with them. We weaved our way through the liminal scene of a convention center at night, the bright lights at odds with the subdued mood. We made it to the hotel tower, its reserved elegance another contrast, this one with the wild and weary cosplayers. We shuffled into an elevator, it’s buttons going up to thirty-nine. Annabel pushed thirty-eight.

My eyes widened. “Damn.”

She smirked. “Wait till you see the room.”

It was not a room. It was a suite. Panoramic views of the city, the lights below glistening like jewels. Lounge, kitchen, two bedrooms. Their gear was spread out, but the boys cleared a space on the couches, and we gathered around the low table there, the picture window our backdrop. I felt like an intruder, like this space was too nice for me to be here. But Annabel and the guys acted like they were naturals, so I shrugged and pretended that I fit in, too.

Drinks were poured and sipped and shot back.

I had sat next to Annabel, sandwiching her into her boyfriend. His name was Xander.

“You into girls or guys, Zeze?” he said.

I realized I’d been leaning into Annabel, and I perked up straight.

I’d only been with guys, and anywhere else, that’s what I would’ve said. But today, this was a different me. I looked Annabel up and down, and heard myself say, “I’m pretty much anything goes.”

“What do you think of Annabel?”

Our eyes met, and she was looking at me, expectant, smirking, daring me to say it. “She’s beautiful,” I said truthfully.

“Do you have a crush on her?”

Did I? I didn’t think so, I just wanted to be like her, didn’t I?

The other guys were on the couch across, watching this exchange with rapt attention. One of them, the one called Oleander, spoke up, “I think she does.”

“It’s ok,” Annabel said gently, lifting herself off her boyfriend, bringing herself closer to me. “Xander’s not the type to get jealous.” She took my hand in hers, and it felt warm. More than that, it felt inviting.

I knew what the boys wanted to see. But that’s not why I did it. I did it because it’s what I wanted.

There, on the thirty-eighth floor of a hotel tower, in front of a sweeping view of the city and three cute boys, for the first time in my life, I kissed a girl.

And it was nothing like I expected.

Annabel was soft and kind and gentle, of course. But she kissed with a fiery intensity. It was a whole-body kiss, her tongue inside my mouth, her lips sliding down my neck. She wrapped her arms around my back, bringing me in, pressing me against her. Her hands explored. They didn’t wander. No, they knew exactly where to go, teasing down my sides, sliding to the small of my back, curling around my ass.

Arousal bloomed in me swift and furious, like a dry field set ablaze by the merest spark. I wanted her, and more than that, I wanted to want her, and I knew she’d give me what I wanted. I didn’t let myself think about it, I didn’t give myself time to second-guess.

I unbuttoned my blouse. She hiked my leather skirt up and over my ass, bunching it at my waist. As the cool air washed against my butt, bare now but for my black thong, I heard amused murmurs from the boys.

Good. Let them lust after me.

Annabel helped with my shirt, pushing it back off my shoulders. I caught Xander’s eye as he took in my slender chest, the black bra wrapped tight over my tits.

Behind my back, my shirt caught on my sleeves. And then I realized it was Annabel’s doing. Halfway through helping me disrobe, she’d gripped my wrists together behind me, using my shirt to bind me.

I gasped as she dived in, yanking my bra up, exposing my tits. She licked them, sucking on them with her tongue stud teasing my nipples. I was helpless in her grip, and it felt so good. Ecstasy surged through me, blossoming between my legs. Being used this way turned me on more than I ever wondered, being domineered by this gorgeous woman while her friends watched.

“Hold her for me,” Annabel said to her boyfriend.

And then I was in Xander’s arms. He discarded my shirt, his grip was iron and he didn’t need help pinning my arms in place, holding me on his lap. My eyes widened in amazement — where was I? who was this girl I’d become? what happened to my old, familiar shyness? — as Annabel knelt before me, pulling my thong down my legs, tossing it to the side.

Xander’s grip shifted, and then my knees were pinned to my chest, my pussy spread open for all to see. Oleander and the other guy next to him, Spence, eyed it hungrily. Annabel gave me a sly grin and a wink. “I’ll be gentle.”

“No!” I gasped, “Don’t be gentle.”

She leaned in, and from the first contact, I was in heaven. Her tongue was hot and soft, molten silk as it coursed its way through my sex, around my clit. She drank me in, built me up, opened me wide. I had never felt anything like it, never felt such an intense desire for more more more.

I moaned, writhing in Xander’s intense grip. All eyes were on me, and I let them see my ecstasy. Burning arousal soaked through every sinew, curling my toes, parting my lips. My nipples were so sensitive as Xander slid his fingers past them, my pussy so wet as his girlfriend licked me towards climax.

As Annabel and my eyes met, I petted her cheek and let her see my need on my face. It was a private moment, but that the boys saw this secret exchange, that it turned them on, only made it hotter.

Annabel was patient as she was expert, giving me such profound, protracted pleasure. But, fantastic as she was, it wasn’t enough for me.

Xander’s erection pressed into me from beneath, shoving me through his tight pants. I stretched for it, reaching for his cock desperately.

“Damn, girl,” he chuckled.

Annabel sat back. I whimpered from the sudden loss, my pussy dripping with unfulfilled heat. Did I cross a line? Did I anger my new friends?

“You want to fuck her, Xander?” she said. She didn’t sound angry. If anything, she sounded bemused. “Cuz I think she wants you to fuck her.”

Xander slipped a hand down to my crotch, roughly pressing it into my pussy.

I gasped and moaned. He rubbed my clit, harsh and rugged compared to Annabel’s soft touch. My jaw dropped as a new bliss surrounded me. And that was before I felt it.

Annabel had been busy, unzipping her boyfriend’s fly, pulling out his cock. And now she guided it inside me, his hard, fat member shoving its way into my petite little frame.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he held me on his lap, driving his dick into me, over and over again. Annabel slurped at his balls and shaft, her tongue rhythmically sliding up and over my swollen clit.

As he fucked me, Xander’s grip was tight on my arms, his breath hot on my ear. I turned my head, and our lips met. His kiss was nothing like Annabel’s, nothing like any other boy I’d been with either. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t a kiss of love. It was a kiss of need, of urgency. He required me to submit to him fully, and that’s what I gave him.

When he came in me, he grunted and bucked, his teeth on my ear. His cum spread inside me with a sudden bloom of feverous incandescence. Annabel lapped at his slickened shaft, licking clean the mess that dribbled from my pussy.

He pushed me off him, and I stumbled unsteadily, happy to catch myself on Oleander’s outstretched arm. He pulled me towards him, laying me down across his lap, and between gulps of air, I looked up at him and said, “You gonna fuck me, too?”

He was so cute, looking at me like I was the prize.

“I want you,” I said, amazed how sexy I sounded, still surprised by this new version of myself, by what I was now capable of.

I turned my heard towards Spence next to him and saw just as expectant an expression. He didn’t have the balls to ask, so I said it for him. “I want you both. At the same time. Can you do that for me? Can you give me my fantasy?”

The boys exchanged glances.

They had to work themselves up to it, to get themselves to the point where they’d distribute a girl. I didn’t blame them — old me would’ve been petrified, too. But as Oleander’s hands slid across my chest, and Spence’s up my thighs, I delighted in all the touch, more impression than my brain could process. It made each caress electric, a new and tantalizing sensation. I squirmed, moaning as I arched my back, letting them know exactly how much I enjoyed what they were doing.

“You’re beautiful, Zeze,” Oleander said. And he sounded like he believed it.

My chest warmed and I smiled, twisting around until my face was over his crotch. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back into the couch, then watched his jaw drop as I slowly unzipped his pants.

He was stiff, ready, willing. I bounced his erection on my cheek, winking up at him. Spence’s hands continued their play, slapping my ass, fingering my pussy as I took Oleander’s dick in my mouth.

He groaned, pushing his pants down to his knees, running his fingers through my hair.

I felt rather than saw Spence kneel behind me. He pushed me up onto my knees, my ass up and in his face. His hands never left me as his hard cock brushed against my pussy.

And then he was in me, and I was gasping. He was fucking massive, his girthy cock stretching me wide, making my legs twitch, my toes clench. He was slow to begin, but now that he had, he wasn’t holding back. He fucked me hard, he made me his sextoy.

And just when I wondered my day couldn’t have gotten any better, Annabel returned to my side, stroking my back, casting me a grin that almost looked like envy.

Annabel? Jealous of me? I never would have believed it. But this wasn’t the time to dwell on it, not as I got the boys off and they me.

Oleander climbed up, kneeling in front of me to get a better angle, and him and Spence matched pace, pulling out as one, driving their cocks deep into me as one. My blissful moans were muffled, my pussy stretched to its limit.

Every touch, every stroke brush squeeze grab grope tease graze fondle drove me higher and higher, deeper and deeper into a level of ecstasy I never dared to envision. I was overwhelmed overpowered overstimulated and in total, absolute bliss.

Oleander came first, groaning like a tree splitting, grunting, “Fuck,” over and over, spraying blast after blast of cum into my mouth. Unthinking, I slurped and swallowed as a matter of course, Annabel cheering me on.

Spence grabbed my arms, bending them behind my back, pulling me up wide-eyed and helpless. His thrusts took on a frantic canter, slamming his hips into me. When he came, he shoved me off of him, down onto the couch, and stood over me, painting me while with his spunk.

I looked up at him in disbelief, his cum dripping down my face, running into my eye, coursing over my tits. I tentatively touched my face, running my fingers in the semen, basking in this new experience.

Annabel was right there with me, running her tongue up my chest and licking me clean. It was a protective gesture, her nurturing me and cultivating her property. And it was exactly what I needed.

I melted like butter into her attention, powerfully aroused and pleased with how the night had gone, and yet very aware that an orgasm had yet been denied me. Without words, she knew this, too, and knew what she must do to complete her conquest.

So once again I found myself with her face between my thighs, with her tongue tracing the contours of my pussy. I was in heaven as the guys gathered around us, watching and encouraging. It was me — me! — who’d given them excitement, who’d fulfilled their desires, and the realization gave me such a sense of completeness.

Annabel’s tongue was magic, but it was the knowledge of their desire which finally sent me over the edge. And there, under the auspices of these four gorgeous people I’d met only hours ago, I had the most full-body, mind-wrenching, soul-gripping orgasm I’d ever had.

Naked, spread eagle, nowhere to hide, I came and came. Until finally, collapsing like a ragdoll to the floor, I was done.

I was exhausted, with nothing left to give, ever sinew spent. I lay there panting, dripping in sweat and spunk and spit.

“S’that all you got?” Xander chuckled, nudging my arm to see if I was still awake.

And like that, the spell was broken. The guys got up, leaving me alone with Annabel.

“Oh, Zeze,” she cooed, pulling me up and into her arms, “C’mere. I’ll take care of you.” We hugged, and she helped me up. In the bathroom, she pulled what remained of my outfit off and wiped clean my makeup, doing the same for herself. She helped me shower clean, and after, dry off. I looked at us in the mirror. We were undone and truly naked, our façades removed.

Annabel was still gorgeous. But I had returned to my mousy self.

Somehow, she didn’t notice this. We slipped into the bed naked, and, our bodies pressed together, she curled herself around me possessively.

Her skin was so soft, so warm. I closed my eyes, nodding off to sleep.

Except, I couldn’t. Exhausted as I was, the petition of her body on mine was too much, was too exciting.

And I guess Annabel felt similar. Because as her tender hand drifted down my side and around my hips and between my thighs, I rolled over and returned the favor. I found her so wet, so ready. And there in the dark, in the sheets, away from the boys and all onlookers, we touched and kissed and snuggled and brought each other to shared climax so desperately, so gently.

Only then, finally fulfilled, I slept in her arms.

NSFW: yes

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