DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual content. All characters depicted within are consenting adults.

Hey there. Thanks for checking this out. I'll admit I got a little carried away with the "build up," so I'll be nice and say, if you wanna just skip ahead to the good stuff: Ctrl F the word "flick."

Regardless, I hope you enjoy.


9:00 AM on Friday morning. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and there's a whole world out there just calling on you to have an adventure...

And you're stuck working at fucking Shoe Depot.

Yup. The same four cold, monotonous, unforgiving, boring, dreadful walls you're surrounded by for the duration of every weekday. They're joined by the dreary artificial lighting, the stuff that probably leads to cancer or something. You get to watch all sorts of snot-nosed brats be picky with their grumpy grandparents about their light up Stetchers, and your phone charger sucks, so you can only play Longnite on your phone for so long before having to actually put up with their crap.

The worst part is that you can't leave until your dick of a boss, the one who really likes to take liberties with how much he can make you work and how little he can pay you, says you can clock out. And even then, what do you go home to? Reruns of that one cartoon you hope nobody walks in on you watching?...

Sigh...

But… there is a bright side. You know that your morning could start off the way all of the best mornings at work do.

Leni Loud could come...

As a matter of fact, she should come today. It's been two days since she last came in, and a lot could have happened to her last pair of shoes since then. For a girl with some obviously good genes, she sure has some uncanny misfortune when it comes to shoes.

There was the time where she fell into a ditch after buying those all white sneakers, for example. Rather than asking any further questions when she told you her ten year-old sister likes to dig grave plots, you just tried to be kind by showing her a pair of black flatforms. She brightened up like a firefly with her big white smile, which was just wonderful. It was even more wonderful that she asked you to size her feet for her… because "the numbers on the shiny thing were a little confusing." You made sure to take your time with her soft, well taken care of tootsie. You wanted to make sure your measurements were accurate, after all.

That was well enough, but then she came in the very next day to tell you how she'd forgotten her new shoes on the bus ride home! How silly of her! She decided she preferred the mint green ones though, since they matched her favorite outfit, and you gladly helped her find the best ones that her daddy's credit card could buy. And Leni, well, she wanted to be "extra sure" her feet didn't grow too much in the last 24 hours, so she had you size her feet again. She tried to use the sole measurer or whatever the heck it's called (you really don't care) by herself, but she got a little flustered and asked you to just do it for her like the day before. You couldn't say no! Not only was she a paying customer, but… she was such a sweetheart.

And she had a fresh coat of mint green toenail polish that could sway you into getting into some serious trouble if you didn't value your employment so much.

This was really just beginning though. She came back two days later after deciding she had to have a pair of black slides just like Carol Pingrey's, and then another two days later after remembering she had a coupon for BOGO flip flops. Again, she asked you to measure her feet, because she insisted that her little sister's science "expepperments" could "change her feet and stuff." You weren't going to complain or anything, but you couldn't help but become just a little suspicious when she started curling and uncurling her toes in the whatever-the-fuck-it's-called with an almost devious grin on her face.

Oh man… You could find another place to make a paycheck, right?

The point is; the chances that you'll see her fine blonde hair, her long tender legs, and her gorgeous green eyes today are quite likely. Something has to have happened since Wednesday, surely. She could've accidently bought a pair of two left shoes, or maybe one of her tenteen sisters has gnawed on them like a dog or something.

Maybe she just liked seeing you as much as you liked seeing her, and she was just hoping you'd grow the balls to do something about it.


What seems like an hour passes, but it's only 9:20.

Ffffffffff~

The doorbell rings, signaling that you have a customer to deal with. God, you really hope it isn't Mrs. Johnson needing help finding shoes that accommodate her ugly fuckin' club foot.

You look up from your phone though to find none other than Leni Loud, and you instantly perk up. You make sure your posture is straight, you make sure to give her the appropriate amount of eye contact, and you've already tucked the little guy in your waistband- just in case this would happen.

She's smiling that gorge smile of hers and has those signature white shades rested on top of her head, but… Oh Christ…

She's wearing short shorts.

Yup. Short shorts. Good ol' fashioned Daisy Dukes' as a matter of fact. They're complemented by a blue jacket that layers over a tight purple crop top, and white Jordans with matching blue socks.

If only you could see your face. You'd probably get a little chuckle the same way that Leni does when she lays eyes upon you.

"Good morning!" she happily greets.

You miraculously refrain from having an anime nosebleed to meet her with a response. You ask her how she's doing, and if you can help her find anything.

"I'm super, thanks for asking!" she giddily tells you. "I'm actually looking for a pair of these," she says as she pulls out her smartphone to show you a picture of what she's looking for.

As she's scrolling along, you happen to catch eye of some of her other photos, including some of her wearing a swimsuit. Oy. If you were swimming with her~

She gets to the screenshot she was looking for, and lets out an excited "Ooo!" before showing it to you.

It's… the exact same pair of shoes she's wearing now. Literally. Nothing different about them at all. Not even the color.

You're… puzzled. But whatever. It's your job to help people find and buy shoes, even if they're wearing the exact same pair they're looking for when they walk in.

"I totes love the look of them! Don't you?" she asks you, and you just blush like an idiot because she's just so adorbs. It almost kills you when she lets out a little laugh about it too, then turns around to where a person could watch her hindquarters moving if they were interested.

And… you're interested.

You break from your hypnosis as you make it to the aisle with the pair of sick white sneakers though, and take a breath to help regain some composure. As much as you'd love to make a move on her, this isn't the time or the place. Maybe after you ring her up, you can ask her about maybe… well... ringing her up some time.

But until then…

Dang it, the shoes she'd like to have are up on a really high shelf. There are supposed to be ladders for this shit, but your stupid idiot of a boss hasn't left any readily available. Hmm…

You and Leni think it over, and she shines brightly as the proverbial light bulb goes off over her head.

"Hey! You can just lift me up! You look strong," she tells you as she reaches out and gives your bicep a little squeeze. And of course, she smiles and laughs a cute little smile and laugh about it.

You manage to swallow all of the spit collecting in your throat as you mentally thank your lucky stars for comfort soft waistbands, and then pussyfoot your way around wrapping your hands around her slender waist.

Like this? you ask her.

"Sure!" she joyfully answers, and then you go about lifting her up like she's your own personal Disney princess. And the way she makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you're seriously considering asking her to be.

That's nice and all, but she still can't reach the box, and she huffs. "Boost me up a little bit," she instructs, and you're in no position to argue. For more reasons than one.

So you maneuver yourself so that you can hoist her up further by having her place one foot on the shelf, and she astutely follows your lead. Once she's got herself positioned somewhat safely on the thing, she starts tippy-toeing so that she can reach the box. You're sure to prop her up by resting your hands against her lower back though, tippy-toeing yourself as to not let your hands fall any lower… even if you'd really like them to.

Because, with that derriere in your face, you understand now more than ever what Sir Mix-a-Lot made those rhymes for. It's so round, so firm... Maybe it'd be worth it just to go ahead and~

"Got them!" Leni hollers as she gnabs the orange box containing her coveted Jordans.

Well, it's probably a good thing you tell yourself, and you help her ease her way down.

She hugs the box with that same lively smile of hers. "Mmmm… I can't wait to try them on!"

You disregard the irony of the whole thing because she's just so cute, but then, your own smile makes way for a stupefied pursing of the lips as you realize what happens next.

You don't even get to let a word out before she's taking you by your hand and whisking you over to the nearest bench. "Come on! I need you to help me, silly!"

You get to the bench, and even though your heart is racing like a piss horse, you have a job to do. You'll be a man and do it. Not because you want to, but because…

Oh, who are you kidding? Gimme dem feetz gurl!

She doesn't even say anything. She just sits on the bench, exuberantly biting her bottom lip and shaking up and down like she'll explode from footwear fabricated excitement.

You kneel down on the tacky Shoe Depot carpet, and she stretches her leg out so you can dismiss her shoe for her. As you wrap your hands around it…

"Huh. You know what I just realized?" she wonders aloud.

What? That these are the same friggin' shoes you already have on? you think to yourself.

"Your shirt is totes your color!" she tells you.

Whew… You really needed that today, and you make a little joke to her about that, which earns you a laugh actually.

"You're funny!" she responds.

You smile as you finally get her shoes off, but then there's her socks. Are you… are you supposed to take those off, too?

If it were any other girl, you'd tell yourself how stupid and unreasonable that sounds. Man, the ass chewing you'd get from the old timer…

But Leni still looks to you with her familiar keen expression, and she doesn't seem like she'll be doing anything else any time soon.

So… You decide to actually take a risk for once in your life, and carefully cup the tips of your fingers into the sides of her socks, feeling her angel soft skin against your fingernails. You slowly slide the blue sock off of her, revealing her dainty, delicate foot.

You do the same with her other sock, and she just grins all the while. You're probably blushing, and you're definitely sweating a bit; but wow… She has some really pretty feet. And legs. And lips. And eyes.

And everything.

Heck, even the scarce amount of belly you can see between the waistline of her shorts and the hemline of her crop top looks good. You briefly visualize giving it a kiss, like you do everything else on her person in your reveries about her.

You sort of just lose yourself admiring all these different parts of her body for a moment, before she clears her throat to get your attention.

"Mister… Aren't you going to measure my feet?" she almost teasingly asks you while waving her foot around.

~
You buck up, and find that contraption with a name that you really need to look up on the internet later. You arbitrarily tweak with it for a moment to try and relax yourself a bit, and then set it on your lap where it touches your-

Uh oh. He escaped the waistline. The feisty little bastard… Now if you stand up, she's going to see just how much you're really enjoying yourself, you pervert!

If you take your time with this though, maybe he'll simmer down, and you can come out of this unscathed. Not that being scathed by Leni would be such a bad thing.

You take her foot by the heel, and then use your free hand to grab the "shiny thingy," as she called it, resisting the urge to touch your "thingy." You carefully slide it into place, and take her measurements. Of course, you know they'll be the same as the last time you checked, and the time before that; but you could care exponentially less.

You get to touch her sexy feet, and admire her pretty toes as they tremble and twitch while touching the cold metal of the instrument. You get to smell their almost shamefully enticing scent, you get to feel them against your fingers.

Fuck dude, focus!

You complete what should've been a menial task (that turned out to be daunting), and then release her perfect foot from your grasp… You'll probably regret it in the long run, but your shitty job does pay the bills.

You just kind of mope to yourself for a moment before the blonde haired beauty clears her throat a second time.

You look up to see her impatiently crossing her arms. "Aren't you going to measure the other one?"

If you didn't know any better, you'd swear that the whole innocent girl with a lot to learn shtick was some clever cover for her actually being some lewd evil genius, but you quickly shake those thoughts out of your head as you realize that's the kind of stuff jerk offs with too much time on the internet come up with.

So, you take a deep breath and shake your head, because you need to get back in the game, and you rest her other foot in your hands. She giggles as your fingers touch it.

"Sorry," she says, "I'm a little ticklish."

You almost want to find out just how ticklish. You want to find out a lot of things about her body.

But, unfortunately, you're stuck rediscovering her foot size, the one you already know by heart. You don't even really read the stupid thing as you get her foot in place, you just look at how soft and smooth her skin is, how perfectly shaped her feet are… just like the rest of her body.

They're sure as heck better looking than Mrs. Johnson's.

Sadly, the time comes for you to let her foot go, and she sighs a sigh of relief as you tell her that she's (still) the perfect fit for the new (and old) pair of shoes in her possession.

She walks with you back to checkout area, and your heart races as you think of something- anything you could tell her to make her stay for a little while longer. Just long enough that you could think of a way to ask her out on a date some time, or just, ugh! Anything!

But your mind won't tell your mouth what it should say, because she's just so stunningly beautiful. Fuck… her perfume alone is enough to give you rotted brain.

But as you're stealing a glance at her flawlessly complected face, your eyes happen to catch a poster depicting some trendy new high-tops… which just so happen to be the same shade of blue as Leni's jacket.

Light bulb.

You happily inform her that there are a pair just like them in the back of the store, just perfect for her, and she squeals.

"Ah! No way! I need those like, yesterday!"

You tell her to wait right there at the counter while you go back and find them, but she widens her eyes and raises her heel as she watches you leave her.

"Wait! Couldn't I just come with you?" she suggests.

Oof. You'd really like to let her. It'd be perfect to have her all to yourself in the backroom.

But you really aren't allowed to let customers back there… And if your boss would find out-

"Come on… I promise not to tell anyone! Pleeeeease?" Leni begs with an adorable, irresistible puppy out.

Screw it. Who's gonna know? Your boss never comes in this early anyway, and if Mrs. Johnson wants to come in and look for shoes, fuck her. Maybe seeing no one at the front desk would be incentive enough for her to just turn around, leave, and never come back.

So, you decide that, the little guy is probably right about this one, and you should go ahead and 'totes' let Leni follow you to the back.


You flick on the lights to the storage room, and Leni's mouth goes agape upon seeing all the shelves of shoes. Sure, you know that they're mostly all just the same as the stuff out front, but whatever. She's excited, so why burst her bubble?

She rushes forward, and you just smile as she frantically tries to find those blue high tops.

She… jumps up and down a bit. And things bounce. While she's preoccupied, you take a moment to get the little guy back in his waistband where he belongs.

Stay. Good boy.

You decide to direct her towards the proper path, ever so carefully reaching your arm around her to maneuver her that-a-way.

Just the tip of your finger touching the back of her arm sends a shiver down your spine.

"Thank you, sweetie!" she tells you with a smile before taking off again. Oh god, she just called you "sweetie."

She makes a B-Line for those shoes, and finds them. She hugs the box and excitedly jumps up and down some more with a shiitake eating grin on her face before feasting her eyes upon you once again.

"I can't believe this! These are literally the cutest shoes ever! I can't wait to-"

She stops, and a confused expression comes to her face as she thoughtfully places her finger to her chin.

Oh crap, what happened? Everything was going so well! Did someone come in? Did she forget her phone? Did you drop your name tag?

Nope. The little guy made it out of the waistband again, and he's bulging through your pants like he's Wile E. Coyote about to fuck up the roadrunner's day.

Leni covers her mouth as she stares at your erection, and you blush as you try and nonchalantly hide it with your hands. It's too late though. You've been exposed.

As you begin mentally preparing for how you'll need to find a new job and maybe even head out of town to start a new life somewhere far away from Royal Woods, she just stares at your bulge before finally meeting your eyes again with the same dumbfounded look on her face.

"Uhm… wow…" she begins. "That's… wow…"

You face palm, and stupidly utter out I'm sorry like a freakin' cheeseball. Idiot!

But… she actually smiles.

She smiles!

"I mean, I had a feeling you liked me… But I didn't think I was exciting you that much," she quips.

It's your turn to stare at her now with a stupefied expression as she slowly paces towards you with intent in her step, eyeing you all sinfully like she might try to devour you.

She even puts the box of shoes to the side as she now approaches you directly, getting chest to chest with you as she glides her finger along your jawline.

She giggles. "Don't worry… I like you too."

!

She steps back and does a sexy little turnaround while methodically raising her leg up and stretching it. She then pulls up a nearby bench, and parks herself on it in the most teasing and alluring way possible, all while locking her eyes with yours.

"I'm totes gonna make you play footsies with me."

Fuck… Here goes my job.

You don't give a shit though. You're in a trance as she playfully moves her legs around, crossing and uncrossing them before kicking her Jordans off. She slides her socked feet over one another for a moment while biting her lip, then gestures you to come closer with her pretty little finger.

Almost involuntarily, like you're having an out of body experience, you walk towards her, probably with the same stupid fucking look on your face you had when you realized how big and hard your cock is for her.

Now, you're hovering over her, and she just looks up to you with a smile.

Ever so carefully, she raises her hand up, and she presses it against your bulge. While her touch made you shiver before, it all but paralyzes your body now. Not your dick though. The feeling of her palm against the fabric of your khakis is sensational.

She seethes her tongue against her teeth as she unbuttons your pants.

"You know… I've been talking to my friends about boys lately…"

She unzips them. Your erection twitches inches away from her face from behind the comfortable prison that is your boxers.

"And they've told me about the things they do with their boyfriends…"

She straddles her index finger up and down the tip, teasing it. Her finger nails are painted that same mint green you've come to know, love, and associate with the lewd daydreams that are shaping into an unbelievable reality.

"One of the things they talk about, is what they do with their mouths…"

"Blowjobs."

You watch in amazement as she frees your penis from your underwear, flinging it out and nearly hitting her face because she's so close.

Her eyes widen and her mouth goes agape again upon seeing it.

"Oh my gosh! That's hot…" she comments before stroking it with just the tips of her fingers.

She then proceeds to wrap her hand around it, moving it around and sizing it up with her saucer eyes.

She smiles again. "I think I'm ready to try this. Are you ready, mister?" she asks you.

You simply nod, because your larynx is the one part of your body that can't rise up to the occasion.

Your heart races and your mouth waters as she slowly leans in closer to your crotch. She flips her hair back to where it's comfortable, and she makes sure her glasses will rest safely atop her head. She closes her eyes, she opens her mouth…

And she begins to blow.

Literally.

She literally puckers her lips, and starts blowing air on your prick like it's hot soup or something.

It's enough to bring you somewhat back to reality, because she keeps doing it. Like, she's truly convinced that this is what blowjobs entail. Blowing on the pee pee until… Damn… she probably doesn't even know what's supposed to happen after that.

You don't laugh at her though, you can't. If she were anyone else, yeah. You'd be a little less considerate.

But Leni Loud is truly special, and you wouldn't dream of doing anything to harm her, not even emotionally.

So, with a smile, you tell her to stop, and she meets you with confusion in her eyes. You go on to explain the proper way for one to engage in fellatio, and she nods.

"Ooooooh…" she says. "So I… I suck on it?" she asks.

Yes. You suck on it.

She smiles and laughs a little, "Sorry," and then gets herself into position again. This time, she does things right.

She slides the tip of your member into her mouth, gently wrapping her lips and her tongue around it. Her lovely lip gloss leaves its mark on your skin. You tremble as tremors surge through your muscles. She looks into your eyes, you look into hers.

As she gets into the groove of it, you admire the way her earrings dangle while her head goes back and forth. She takes a break to catch some air.

"Am I doing it right, mister?"

Yeah, you're doing it right.

You rest your hand on top of her head, being careful not to perturb her signature shades. You really can't help yourself. She goes faster, and sucks harder, and swirls her tongue around your shaft in ways you thought you would only be able to fantasize about.

It's too much too soon, and you won't be able to control yourself much longer.

You tell her she needs to stop, and she leans back as she looks up to you with her siren-esque emerald eyes. She looks so beautiful, so passionate, so intimately engaged in the same way that you are to her. She didn't want to stop.

You have to release. You can't hold back.

You stroke your cock, blowing your cum into her face. She guffaws as it spurts onto her chin and her cheeks, and even parts of her forehead.

You flick your wrist two times to really make sure you've gotten out every last drop, and she just sits there, nebulous at your sudden ejaculation.

And you feel so foolish. She surely had no idea that was supposed to happen, and you could've had the decency to blow your load on the floor or something.

But no, you nutted in her face, and now she's all messy. And the poor thing doesn't know how to react at all.

I'm sorry you utter to her.

But, she doesn't get upset. She uses her fingers to wipe some of the semen off her face, and curiously studies it for a moment before actually smelling it.

"Uhm… I don't know what this white stuff is, but it kind of smells good," she thinks aloud.

?!

"I wonder…"

She actually licks some of it, and then nods with approval.

"Hey, this actually tastes pretty good," she admits before proceeding to clean herself off with her fingers, and then she starts dining on your cum.

You simply watch in awe as she licks up every last drop that she can.

"Do you want some?" she politely offers you, but you're sure to tell her that you're okay… Really…

She just shrugs, and then finishes licking the last of the sperm off the tips of her fingers.

As you try and catch your breath, she readjusts herself on the bench and fixes up her jacket. She then looks to you with could almost be considered a petulant look of impatience.

"Not to be rude, mister. But you're not done already, are you?" she bluntly states.

"I mean, I know I've never done this stuff before, but all my friends tell me you're supposed to put your thingy in my pee bug until we both 'get off,'" she explains using air quotes.

Never done this before.

Get off.

Pee bug.

Holy shit… the little guy is up again. He's ready for more.

Leni notices this, and smiles. "Well… I guess we're not done yet, after all. Sorry if I got pushy, mister. Like I said. This is my first time."

Somewhere in the distance, you know a chorus of angels are singing Hallelujah, because not only did you just get to blow your load all over the girl of your dreams, but she's asking you for more.

And now? Now she's easing her hand down to her crotch.

"Mmm… I feel funny," she says as her cheeks redden, and she starts rubbing on herself. You can tell her breath hitches upon contact, and her mouth makes the most titillating O shape.

She keeps rubbing herself with her left hand, and decides to wander her right up to her breast. She begins rubbing it too while she gets lost in herself, and you imagine how the fabric of her tight purple top must feel against her hand. What it would feel like against your hand.

Between the way she does this and the way she strides her fingers across her crotch, you're already amorous enough. But what really gets you, what really steals all of your focus… is the way her feet tremble.

They shake and shiver as she inadvertently rubs them against one another, the cotton of her socks brushing up along the soles of her feet. You've held them before, you got to have them to yourself when they were naked and free.

So what's stopping you now?

You boldly step forward, and she breaks from her euphoric trance to acknowledge your presence once again.

"What are you doing, mister?" she asks as you carefully take her feet. She watches as you place them against your face, smelling them and massaging them ever so tenderly, and she moans.

While you slowly start traversing your thumbs up the hems of her socks, she starts rubbing herself again. This time she's sure to maintain her focus on you, though. She makes sure not to look away.

You're able to glide her socks off with just your thumbs alone, exposing her magnificent feet once again. You can't resist them. You have to kiss them, lick them, suck them. And she moans all the while, still rubbing against her most sensitive area in spite of her shorts.

You decide to take it another step further, bringing her tootsies down to your pelvis, hovering them just within reach of your swelling cock.

"What are you doing with my feet?" she asks again, barely refraining from letting her voice crack from her own pleasure.

Slowly, you spread her ankles apart just enough to position yourself, and then ease the sides of each foot against your penis. They're blissful at the touch.

She smiles to herself as a gentle "mmm" escapes her.

"I told you I'd get you to play footsies with me," she teases while she jerks you off.

It's great letting her do it with her feet, but you begin to let your imagination get the better of you. She's still rubbing herself after all, and you really love the way her top accentuates her breasts.

That's when you decide it's your turn to make her feel good.

You gently halt her feet, and lower them to your sides. She meets you with almost desperate anticipation in her eyes. You remedy this soon enough though as you learn in to give her a kiss, showing her just how much you're really enjoying yourself with her.

She's not just some plaything. You've wanted her and only her for a very long time now. And now that she's yours, you won't disappoint her.

Your kisses move from her lips to her neck, and you start groping her breasts through that wonderful purple shirt. You almost don't want to take it off, but your imagination can only take you so far, and you know you'll kick yourself later if you don't take this opportunity to see them in their natural glory.

So, you ease your hands into the sleeves of her jacket, carefully helping her remove it while you kiss her neck. You toss it to the side. Its services are no longer needed. You'll do a fine job keeping her warm.

You then run your hands down her waist and to the hemline of her shirt, and you stop kissing her to gaze into her captivating eyes.

"Take me," she whispers to you. "I really want you to be my first."

You pinch the hemline, and she raises her arms, allowing you to free her from the shirt. She wearing a mint green bra, just as you expected, but she doesn't wear it much longer. She unclasps it for you, letting it fall to the side as she reveals her bare bosom.

Her breasts, like everything else that belongs to her, are perfect. They're well rounded, her nipples are just right… You hope you don't look too foolish as you stare at them the way you do.

She just giggles though as her cheeks blush. "Do you like them?"

You can't even muster an answer. Not that you need to. She knows you love them.

"You can touch them, if you'd like?"

With just the slightest hesitation, you make your into her embrace, and start caressing one of her breasts with your hand, while kissing and sucking on the other. She moans as she grabs the hair on the back of your neck.

"Oh my gosh…"

You've witnessed almost all of her beauty, but one part of her body has eluded you thus far. The part of her body you've spent most of your daydreams fantasizing about.

You ghost your fingers from her breast to her rib, and from her rib to her hip. You break from suckling on her to gaze into her eyes, as if to ask for her blessing to venture further.

The way she quivers her lip and breathes on your face is the consent you need, and you let your hand take its place on hers. Together, the two of you rub against her private, until you take the initiative to unbutton her shorts. Next you unzip her pants, all while she breathes against your face and wraps her arm around your shoulder.

"Be gentle," she whispers.

She positions her legs for you to remove her Daisy Dukes, revealing her green cotton panties. How cute. They read "Friday."

You can't help but smile at this, and she bites her lip as she wistfully looks into your eyes.

Again, you invite your fingers to her private, carefully rubbing them against the damp part of her panties. She trembles at the touch, grasping the back of your shirt.

Slowly, you find your way into her underwear, feeling the freshly shaved skin of her vagina against your fingers. You tease and tickle it for a moment before discovering her wet lips.

You rub the tip of your finger against her clitoris, and she lets out a moan upon its touch. It's the first of many as you fancy yourself with the skin of her slit, preparing it for the penetration of your little finger.

Just the tip prods inside, but there's enough secretion of her juices that you're easily able to glide the rest of your finger inside. It's tight, it's really tight. It's amazing just how easily you can maneuver yourself inside of her.

She's clutching onto your forearm, desperate for you to keep going, to help her release the same way she did for you.

But you force yourself out of her grasp. If you can make her feel this good with just your finger, why not make yourself feel good with her?

You inch your dick up to her thigh, and the heat of her body is almost magnetic. It isn't long before your pelvises are within reach of each other, and you're dangling above her juicy slit.

She wraps her arms around your neck, and you take her by the hips.

You put yourself in.

"Ah!..." she moans, tears escaping her eyes.

You make sure she's going to be okay, that it doesn't hurt, and she nods.

"It feels really good… Just… Be slow…"

And slow you are, at least for a little bit. You slide against her inner walls, and it's enough to make you knees shake. But after a few minutes, she seems… ambivalent. Like maybe there's something wrong. She let her hands fall from your neck, and now she just lies there while eyeing some random spot of the floor.

It's disheartening, to say the least. You can't help it. Even though you don't want to, you ask her what's wrong again.

Surprisingly, she rolls her eyes.

"Uhm… Not to be mean… But you can go a little faster," she tells you.

Well, alright.

At her suggestion, you go just a little faster. You're still breaking her in; surely you should be gentle like she told you to be.

But she still doesn't quite seem into it. You give her a look, and she responds with a look of her own. One that says, "Well?"

Okay, so you go just a little faster. Surely this will be enough to satisfy her.

Apparently not, because she actually groans now.

"Mister, I hate to be rude, but I'm not a doll. Fuck me like you want to! Give it to me hard!" she orders.

Alright, she's asking for it. She wants you to get rough? You'll get rough. You already blew jizz on her face and fucked her feet, so what the heck?

You nod a curt little nod, and you pull yourself out of her to readjust her on the bench. You pull her in closer, and grab her by her ankles, holding her flawless feet up in the air. Her eyes widen. "This is more like it!" they say without words.

Now you're really pounding her, and she's loving it. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, she's grabbing handfuls of her hair and yours, and her thighs make loud slapping sounds as you smack up against them. Her breasts shake up and down. Her toes keep twitching. She can't close her mouth all the way, and the closest she can get is biting down on her lip or the top of her bicep.

Her muff is getting beat red, and tightening more and more with every thrust inside of her.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh… I think- I think something's happening to me… I feel really funny!"
You feel really funny too, just like you did earlier when she was sucking on you. Does she… does she know what would happen if you came inside of her? Do you tell her?

It's coming soon though. And she feels so good, too good.

She suddenly pulls you in closer, grabbing you by your cheeks to coerce you into a mutual gaze.

"I love you," she vehemently says.

And you love her too. You love her enough not to care anymore. If everyday can be this magical because of her, you'll be more than happy to accept that.

You rest your hand on the back of her neck, and bring your forehead to hers, all while thrusting harder, faster, and deeper inside of her. It's all been so sensational; her feet, her eyes, her breasts, her voice, this spark…

Finally, you've reached your climax, and so has she. She screams as she grabs a hold of you tight. You can feel her juices gushing out of her… As well as your own.

You ease your pulsing cock out of her, feeling it grow limp from the release inside of her. She simply watches you as she sits herself up straight, running a finger into herself to feel the warm, gooey fluid inside of her.

She studies your cum on her fingertips with an estranged look encroached on her face. You just try to catch your breath as you wait for her reaction.

She cringes, but then lets out an epiphanic "Oooooh…"

"Wait a second. Is this that 'sperm' stuff they talk about in health class?"

Uh oh.

She meets you with a furrowed brow, and then…

"Oh em gosh! Babies are so adorable!" she giddily cheers.

Man, this chick is just full of surprises.

She pulls you in to a kiss, and then stands up from the bench to start getting her clothes together.

"This was totes cray cray! But so much fun!" she proclaims with her familiar enthusiasm. Then she grabs you by your hand, and starts pulling your her way.

"Come on! Let's get out clothes back on so we can look at the baby shoes! We might need some later!" she giddily cries as she checks her smartphone. She stops in her tracks though, apparently coming to some sort of conclusion.

"Whoops. We should probably put our clothes back on," she says with a fun little grin as she blushes.

But then she leans in close to you again as she rests her hands on your chest, and she looks into your eyes as she's done so many times this fateful Friday morning.

"Uhm, but we can find some time to take them off again later."

You smile at the thought of this, and decide to go ahead and kiss her once more. She said she loves you after all, and you know now for certain just how much you love her.

For what seemed to be a regular Friday morning at work, you're pretty damn happy with how it turned out.

Leni is anyway, and that's all that really matters.

Well… and the little guy.


Hey again. Thanks for reading this bad boy. It went a lot longer than I had planned, but hey, hopefully you had fun reading it.

I've had it in mind to start a series of "Meet N Screw" the Loud sisters for a while now, and this is my attempt to maybe get that ball rolling. I have a few ideas for who I'll do next, but any and all suggestions, or general feedback, would be appreciated. I'm still getting my feet wet with this smut writing thing, and the only way I can improve is with some constructive criticism. (And derogatory, possibly racist slurs about how horrible I am). I will say though that all of my lewds will feature Aged Up characters, so keep this is mind with suggestions, assuming anyone has any.

Anyway, I based Leni's outfit here off of FreshKnight's 90s stuff. I almost feel bad for associating his work with my naughtiness, but… Only almost. Go check him out of Deviant Art.

I also want to thank a certain someone for their help in coming up with ideas for this. If they're reading, they know who they are *insert Leni winky face here*

Please stay tuned for more, and again, don't be afraid to provide feedback. Teamwork makes the dream work. Thanks again, and have a pleasant tomorrow.