"Wait for me," I said, watching Jenna head for the bathroom. For a few seconds, I just stood there staring. The sticky mess I'd covered her with was glistening under the hallway light. "I'm gonna order some pizza before I hop in. What do you like?"
"Anything is fine. Just don't put those nasty-ass black olives on it. Your cum tastes better than those things," she called back with a laugh as water from the shower began running. "Hurry up, Adrian! How long do you expect me to stay this horny?"
I grabbed my phone from the other room and placed an order from my favorite pizza spot, throwing in a few extra things in case the weed hit us with the munchies. "She's going to be so stoked. I even got extra cheese dips."
I headed down the hall, strutting like I owned the damn place. My confidence had never been higher, and with this insane system in my life, I couldn't stop thinking about what else might be possible.
As my thoughts dove into wilder and wilder places, the dong-shaped system screen appeared.
[ Use Forced Proximity Event ]
[ YES ] [ NO ]
Quickly, I chose no. "Why would I waste it now? Clearly I don't need it, right?"
It flicked to a secondary window.
[ Freak in the Sheets ]
[ The user of this unique skill shall acquire immense levels of charm, charisma, and sex appeal. ]
[ However, this skill cannot outright force an outcome against the target. ]
[ Failed attempts at using your unique skill may have adverse and unexplainable results. ]
"Well, I'd fucking hope not. That would be evil... that does answer a few of my questions, though," I whispered as I neared the bathroom door. "You ready for me, Jenna?" I said as I opened the door.
Only to find the woman with the shower head pointed toward her clit, riding the feeling of each drop of water.
"You..." Panting between every word. "...made me wait long enough, damnit." Adjusting the angle of the shower head, she looked at me. "You gonna come finish the job... or are you going to force me to get myself off?"
Like lightning hit me directly, I moved with haste, joining her and embracing her from behind, kissing her nape and moving down, making sure to hit every spot I knew would make her squirm.
"Take it, Jenna. Let your body answer me," I said as I entered her from behind, wrapping my arm around to the front to give some attention to the delicate parts of her pussy. "You're dripping wet... even in the shower, I can tell what's you and what's just the water."
*Ding Dong*
"Shit, I'm so close... hurry, Adrian, give me your all," Jenna said as the sound of the doorbell repeated awkwardly three times before being followed by loud knocks. "Damn, hold on..." Jenna said as I lowered myself and began pushing for a climax.
The delivery person had knocked four times by the time I answered the door. Forgoing clothing, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and headed to get our pizzas. All that action had left me with a deep hunger, or maybe it was the weed smoke in the air.
I opened the door to find the pizza had been left with a note. Reaching my head out to look into the hallway to see if they had left yet, I saw them. "Hey! Let me give you your tip!" I shouted.
The figure turned and began walking back toward me. The closer they got, the clearer it was that a beauty had been sent to deliver our dinner tonight. She was roughly my height with long golden-brown hair, some of it hidden under her work hat.
"Hey... uh, thank-" she said, cutting herself off by tripping over one of the pizza boxes.
"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" I said as I reached my hand out to help her up. "You gotta watch out while you're walking... you never know when a wild pizza box will jump out at you."
"Ahhhhh," she screamed. "Get that thing out of my face!"
"Holy cow, what happened? Are you alright?" I asked again as a breeze rolled through, lightly gracing my giblets with its icy touch, forcing my vision down further to find that the girl had pulled my towel down with her as she fell.
My man piece dangled inches away from her face.
"Oh fuck..." I said as I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my torso again, making sure it was tight enough that God himself would have trouble undoing it.
I looked down at the girl and reached my hand out. "I'm so sorry about that... I shouldn't have answered the door in a towel..." Our eyes met. "...uhh, I'm Adrian."
"Savannah," she said as she grabbed my hand. "Do you show every girl that knocks on your door your junk?" Pulling herself up using my hand, she continued. "I'm not sure that image is going to just disappear... I guess I can try peroxide..."
I watched as she had a one-sided conversation about how my slong was going to haunt her forever. "You said you had a tip for me. I'm hoping it's not in your pants... uhh, Adrian."
I grabbed my wallet and pulled a twenty-dollar bill out, handing it to Savannah while apologizing profusely. "Guess I'll see you around?"
"Unfortunately for me, I'll be seeing you when I close my eyes," she said as she put her tip in her billfold. "Like, really, dude... who the fuck hangs their wiener in some poor woman's face? I should report you to the police-"
"Oh God... anything but that," I begged, my pulse picking up in fear of really fucking up. "Please forgive me, I'm not normally like this..."
"Hahahaha... I'm fucking with you. Twenty is all you can do, though? Seriously?"
Reaching for my wallet a second time, Jenna shouted from the bathroom, asking what was taking so long, Savannah taking that as her cue to leave.
"I'll try not to run into you, Adrian. We'll see what the world does," she said as her outline softened with distance, yelling one last thing from across the apartment complex.
"PERVERT!"