Basement Horror [mf] [nc] [anal]

I look around the party, wondering how much longer I need to stay here. I came with my friend Valerie, but she wandered off and was swapping spit with a guy that she met twenty minutes ago. Chad? He looked like a Chad.

A man wearing jeans and a button down dress shirt walks up to me. He’s cute, with a swimmer’s build and standing around six feet. I look up at his eyes, and see that they’re a beautiful color of blue. His hair is a slightly shaggy, just got out of bed look that he probably spent an hour perfecting. I’m no slouch, but guys like him don’t usually pay attention to girls like me. I’m 5’ 4”, with shoulder length brown hair and a gymnast’s build. I used to do gymnastics, but my breasts grew a little too large to keep going after I graduated high school.

He smiles at me, and it seems to brighten the room a little. “You look how I feel,” he says with a smirk. “Keith,” he adds, extending a hand.

I smile back. “Alexa,” I reply, taking his hand briefly.