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RW Chapter 53
🕑 Added 2025-03-23 20:23:14 +0000 UTCWe made our way inside, and she actually made me a cup of coffee. It wasn’t any good because she didn’t have power, but it was still odd she didn’t jump me straight away like the other girls did since I gained this attractive body. I don’t even remember the last time I had instant coffee. It just wasn’t a thing in the future. Who would have the time to make instant anything?
I needed to find coffee beans now that I thought about it. I wasn’t sure I could grow foods that needed warmer or colder environments, but it was something that needed to be tested. Most of my time was spent rapidly growing trees and animals, I hadn’t done much planting of anything else in my farm space.
Coffee still existed; it was just far rarer than it is now or for the next few years. That was true with many things, I still was getting used to all the variety I had compared to how I lived the last few years of the apocalypse. I wondered how many times the improved body I gained from being a powered allowed me to live off such little food before I looked back up to her.
“So… When you asked me if I wanted to come inside for coffee, I actually wasn’t expecting you to make coffee.” She sipped the cold cup she made for herself as she asked. “Oh?” I smiled as I waited for her to take another sip. “When someone asks you in for coffee, it’s normally to have sex with you.” She spit out the coffee she was sipping on as I got a tray up to block it.
I expected her to do that when I mentioned it. The thing with girls like her is you needed to keep them off balance; the moment you were boring, they’d get bored of you. She also seemed… More innocent than I thought she’d be. I watched her blow apart two different people, but she acted skittish when the topic of sex came up. It made me think she was a virgin.
If she was, that would change the entire dynamic between the two of us. Most of the girls who wanted me did so in a straightforward manner, practically throwing themselves at me, if I was being honest. I hadn’t chased after a single girl since I came back, but she might need that extra push to sleep with me. I thought back to the girl who took my virginity.
The sex between us was awful for her because I was so inexperienced, but I remembered her favorite type of foreplay. She loved to wrestle and fight for who was on top when we had sex, and I knew Maria was the same way. I knew why we broke up; her deepest fantasy was to be with a big, strong man, which is something I could do.
When we were together, I was in the best shape of that life. What didn’t get her engine revving was that after I wrestled with her to have sex, I lasted less than a minute. When she broke up with me, I didn’t understand why. It wasn’t until I improved did I realize how terrible that relationship really was. She was far too impatient to wait for me to get good at sex, and I was only in the relationship for her body.
I’d still like to meet her again now that I was experienced. Tossing her around the bedroom and really pinning her down and fucking her brains out just to prove I could would have been great… But the last I remembered, she settled down and married, becoming a soccer mom. Her priorities were no longer the same as they shifted to caring for her family instead of having fun.
Maria reminded me of the old her, the fit athletic girl who wanted to prove she was just as strong as the boys but deep down just wanted a man to take charge and make her feel like a woman. That’s how I let the conversation go as I finished my coffee. “Say… What is there to do for fun around here?” Thirty minutes later, I had her stripped down to nothing except her underwear.
“How the hell do you keep winning?” I looked at my hand as a two of clubs shifted to a seven, giving me a pair. Poker became strip poker after she won a few rounds and by the end of tonight, she’d be stripped so I can poke her. “Just lucky, I guess.” I had let her win a few games, so it wasn’t obvious I was cheating, but I had still won enough that she might assume I was. That was also part of the game.
“A pair of fives and a pair of sevens, what you got?” She tossed the cards into the air, clearly, my hand was better. “This is bullshit, you’re cheating.” I feigned shock and outrage as I put my hand on my chest. “Oh, good heavens. You say I’m cheating with no proof? For shame, it’s not a very honorable thing for a police officer to do to falsely accuse a person and go back on her word.”
She glared daggers at me as she stood up, letting go of her breasts as she pulled her panties to the floor. She might have been mad at me at the moment, but those feelings could change in a second if I said the right thing. The biggest thing was keeping her off-balance and excited. The few things every girl likes are things that are new and exciting, competition, and the feeling of safety.
It didn’t make sense to me, but the only times in my previous life when I had a girl come up and openly flirt with me was when I was clearly in a relationship with someone else. As unintuitive as new, exciting, and reliable was, if you did everything perfectly, you could make a girl feel all of them at the same time. I openly looked at her body as she tried to cover herself again. It might have been out of embarrassment or modesty, but looking away now would be a mistake.
“So… Now that you’re naked… What do you want to do for fun?” I said in a sultry tone. She went from being angry at her situation to being shy and embarrassed in an instant. She looked down before answering. “I… I think you should leave for now…” Smirking, I tease her even more. “Oh, I should leave now that you lost. Are you that mad about losing? Maybe we should just calm down and drink some more coffee.”
The one surefire thing that would make a girl angry was telling her that she was angry and needed to calm down. Just like a switch flipping, she went from embarrassed to angry again. “What do you mean? I only lost that one game! She tried to think of something else we could compete in, forgetting she was completely naked as I moved closer to her.
Her breasts perfect, ample curves led down to cleanly shaved vulva lips a shade darker than her skin tone and a cleanly pink pussy. Even now that the end of the world has happened, she still takes the time to shave. Before she realized it, I had closed the distance between us, my hands wrapped around her waist. She looked up at me in confusion, before shock, then acceptance when my lips were on hers.
Once again, she broke off our kiss. Her body was shaking with pent-up emotions, and she could barely get her next sentence out of her mouth. “We huff we should stop.” She wanted this as much as I did, if not more. But society told her it was too soon for her to sleep with a man. I let her decide if she really wanted to continue as I moved my lips inches away from hers before she dives toward me again. Smashing her lips against mine.
I don’t say anything, instead just lifting her by her ass into the air so it would be easier to kiss her. She had already put up the bare minimum resistance that she thought she needed to. If she told me to stop again I would, but we both knew she wouldn’t after this point. Kissing passionately, her legs wrapped around my body as I walked us towards her bedroom. I stripped off the rest of my clothes as my foot kicked the door shut behind us.
