The day it all started was a very special day. But the thing about 'very special days' is that they're only recognized as such in hindsight. Sure, after a few years, one is gonna go about saying 'the signs were all there' and 'if only I'd been more observant'. But the truth was that nobody noticed it. Because the day in question was not special from beginning to end, and it was certainly not special for everyone. It started as a normal, same-as-everyday kind of day. People went about their business, getting to work, enjoying their weather, doing whatever the fuck they wanted. It was just another day.
At least for all but one person. After waking up on this far too sunny day (why was it already this hot when it wasn't even summer yet?) Felix knew today had to be 'the day'. It had taken him a shamefully long time to finally gather enough courage for him to even attempt thinking about a confession - but that would all end today. He simply knew it! Was it the sun which filled him with confidence, the beautiful dream he had of her last night, with their skin pressing against each other, sweaty hair mixing through their passionate tumbling... he shook his head. As much as he wanted to remember this dream - he would probably write in his diary later on - he needed to prep himself for today. Stepping in front of the mirror in his room he eyed his reflection. His short brown hair, his soft facial features giving him the look of a rather young person, his toned body (he did not work out for no reason, after all) - all good. Sure, he wasn't the tallest guy, but hey - size was overrated. He more than made up for it with sheer charm, intelligence and modesty. Yes, his looks were fine, but it was his personality that would really win her over. He eyed the outfit he had prepared for today: a short shirt that accentuated his build, slim jeans and his trademark cap. After a quick shower he would go outside and finally make her his and his alone.
Yet as he let his mind wander, the images of his dream replayed vividly like a movie in a theater. Oh, how he longed to see her, to feel her, to touch her supple skin and smell her scent! Her body was temptation and her smile pure seduction! Other people would probably kill for her, but he was a moderate guy - yet even with his incredible self control he would probably commit a crime if only it meant for her to belong to him and him alone. He closed his eyes, remembering how he had dreamt about letting his hands roam over her body... over her curves... to rip open her outfit and do the things to her every man in existence wanted to do... His hands had traveled downwards while he fantasized about her, soon arriving between his legs. Oh, what harm could a little fun do? The shower could wait, after all.
Sweetie, do me a favor and wake up already, will you?" Her mother's voice startled her awake from a dream that had gone on for too long. How long had she slept? Since the sun was already high up on the sky it seemed she had slept in quite a bit. Well, that's what you got from staying up for far too late... A knock on the door made her groan just as her mom spoke again. "Come now, get up already! You know I'll be going soon and I want to say goodbye to my baby girl - preferably not while she's still half asleep! Now, tip top! Get up sleepyhead." She heard a chuckle from just outside the door. Her mother knew she did not care for those nicknames one bit. That was probably her trying to get her agitated, to get her to get up. Well, she was right, after all. They had planned for a shared breakfast before her mother went on her business trip. She was visiting her father a few towns over. He worked as a Pokemon breeder and had gotten involved in a rather important job, one that required him to stay on location for a few months now. Her mother, a reporter for a local radio station by trade, now and then reported on the project, or at least about what was publicly available about it.
These last few weeks had been rather lonely in this house. Her mother spent half of the day outside, what with her job and all, and her father was away at the project. And today she started her one week vacation with him, both of them deciding to take a break from all this work and getting some peace and quiet for a while - which was probably why she wasn't going with them. "Be honest with us - having the house for yourself isn't actually bad, is it? You need not lie to me. When I was your age, I would've loved to have some peace and quiet from my obnoxious parents!" her mother had said with a laugh. So she had proposed for them to have breakfast together (it had been quite a while since that had last happened, what with their daily schedules and such) and had pestered her about it until she agreed. "I'm still waiting !" her mother said in the kind of annoying sing- sang voice all parents seem to learn how to do to immediately annoy their children.<|im_end|>
A low groan echoed off her pink pillow decorated with Squirtels, the waking noises of a teenage girl like the rattle of a snake. Emery's eyelids only faintly came open, an aversion to the light of day that was shining through her window and the open door of her room. This couldn't be happening... how could anyone sound so chipper at this hour? Her head was still on the pillow as her mom began to ask her questions, the nagging incessant enough that she knew she couldn't escape it until she answered.
Yeah, I'll get to sleep in once you leave. She tossed the blanket off of herself, a soft white t-shirt and blue panties the only clothing hugging to her slender figure.
I wouldn't hold it against you if you just left now and let me sleep... her voice was like gravel as she tried to garner the energy to continue. Her hand slipped downwards on her body, scratching her pubic mound under her panties where a tuft of hair crowned her womanhood.
Rolling off the bed, she only barely got one leg to the floor to catch her body before she would have plummeted to the carpet. Groans and moans were the only language she spoke as her mother rushed her along to breakfast. Emery didn't even bother to get further dressed, the comfort of home full of complacency and comfort that the need to cover her panties or put on a bra over her flat chest seemed negligible. Rubbing her eyes, she simply pushed past her door and made her way to the dining room where her mom awaited.
Uhhh... good morning, Bingo. She yawned, patting the Arcain on the head as she passed the large fire dog pokemon. In turn, the pokemon's nose began sniffing, poking at the front of her crotch as the essence of her maidenhead wafted through the sensitive pokemon's nose.
Stop it, Bingo, she shoved his face back away from her panties, scratching her stomach as she turned the corner to the dining room.
Alright, mom... I'm here. You win. Her strides were reluctant as she made her way towards breakfast.<|im_end|>