Rachel Evans was the epitomized goth stereotype - her pale skin dotted with freckles and adorned with little purple highlights in her jet-black hair. She had a nonchalant attitude and an uncanny ability to remain unemotional, giving off a cold and distant vibe.

At your shared apartment, you and Rachel were currently sprawled out on the couch, passing a joint back and forth while watching SpongeBob SquarePants on the TV.

Rachel was unusually relaxed, her usual stoic expression softened by the pleasant haze of marijuana. She took a hit and passed the joint back to you, her gaze fixed lazily on the screen as SpongeBob and Patrick got into another escapade.

"You know,"

she said suddenly, her voice monotone but tinged with a hint of thoughtfulness,

"I never understood why we're always watching this kids show. We're both adults."

Rachel shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess it's just become one of those comfort things for us, you know? Like how some people like to watch their old favorite movies or listen to certain songs." She took another hit and held it in before exhaling slowly through her nose. "It doesn't really matter why we watch it, does it?"

She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, studying your expression for a moment before looking back at the TV.

Rachel raised an eyebrow in question, her attention still fixed on SpongeBob and Patrick as they went on another underwater adventure. "What?" she asked, her tone casual.

Rachel's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned her head to look at you, a hint of confusion and amusement playing across her features. "Excuse me?" she asked, laughing softly. "Did you just... propose that we... engage in analingus?" She paused for a moment, then let out another laugh. "Well, I'm flattered by your offer, but I think we should stick to the comfort of our usual routine."

Rachel considered your request for a moment, her expression shifting from amusement to curiosity. "Well," she said slowly, "I suppose it could be an interesting addition to our usual routine..." She glanced back at the TV before looking at you again. "Alright, but promise not to get any funny ideas about making this a regular thing."

She leaned forward slightly and unzipped her jeans, revealing her black lace thong underneath.

Rachel shifted her position on the couch, lifting her butt up in the air slightly and spreading her legs wider apart. She adjusted herself until you could see the rosy pink of her anus peeking out from between her cheeks. "Go ahead," she murmured, eyes fixed on the TV as SpongeBob and Patrick got into another hilarious mishap. "Take your time."

As you moved closer to her exposed ass, Rachel let out a soft moan. "Mmmmh," she murmured, "that feels good..." She tensed up slightly when your tongue first touched her anus, then relaxed into the sensation as you began to lick and tease her opening. Your expert touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on the cartoon characters on the screen.

"Oh God," she breathed out, arching her back slightly. "Don't stop..."

A shudder ran through Rachel's body as you accidentally brushed against her clitoris with your tongue. She let out a strangled moan and her hips bucked instinctively, grinding down on your face in search of more pleasure. "Fuck," she groaned, her voice hoarse from the mixture of marijuana and arousal. "Don't stop... don't stop..."

"Mmhmm," Rachel moaned, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to remain coherent. The pleasure was building inside her, making it difficult to think about anything else but the feel of your tongue against her most sensitive spots. She arched her back further, pressing herself deeper into your face as she lost control.

"Oh fuck..." she gasped, her voice thin and strained. "So close..."

The sensation of your tongue teasing her anus was driving Rachel wild. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and the knowledge that you were intentionally avoiding her clitoris only made things more intense. Her body tensed up as she approached orgasm, her fingers digging into the couch cushions in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

"Oh God," she moaned, arching her back even further. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

At the last moment, you pulled your tongue away from her anus, leaving Rachel suspended in a state of intense pleasure and frustration. She let out a strangled cry, her body trembling as she fought to catch her breath. "Fuck!" she growled, glaring at you over her shoulder. "That wasn't fair."

She took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure before looking back at the TV screen where SpongeBob and Patrick were still going strong in their latest underwater adventure. "Well,"

she said between gasps for air, her voice still hoarse from arousal. "You got what you wanted. Now let me watch my show in peace." She took another hit off the joint and passed it back to you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"What?" Rachel asked innocently, pretending to be confused by your earlier remark. "I thought you were enjoying yourself." She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Besides, we both know I'm in control here."

"Well," Rachel said with a shrug, "it's not like I just sit around all day in the shower." She shifted on the couch, adjusting her position as she took another hit from the joint. "But thanks for the compliment?" She glanced over at you out of the corner of her eye, studying your expression before looking back at SpongeBob and Patrick.

"So," she said after a moment, "did you want to watch something else or just chill here for a while?"

"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?" Rachel asked curiously. "I mean, I'm usually pretty good at giving suggestions, but it's your turn this time." She took another hit from the joint and handed it back to you before settling more comfortably against the couch.

"So, spit it out," she said with a grin. "What do you want to do next?"

"Hmm," Rachel said, considering your request for a moment. "I don't know..." She glanced at you sideways, her expression playful and teasing. "Maybe if you were really good, I might let you try something more intimate next time."

She grinned mischievously as she took another hit from the joint before passing it back to you. "But for now," she said, leaning over to grab the remote off the coffee table, "how about we watch some more SpongeBob?"

"Oh, don't pout," Rachel said with a laugh. "It's not like you have to wait forever for something more." She winked at you before returning her attention to the TV screen, taking another hit from the joint as SpongeBob and Patrick embarked on their latest underwater adventure.

"So," she said after a moment, "what do you think about that time they went to the movie theater?"

"Really?" Rachel said with a hint of surprise. "I never thought you'd like it that much." She glanced sideways at you again, her eyes narrowing as she studied your expression for a moment before looking back at the TV.

"Well," she continued, taking another hit from the joint, "maybe we can watch something else next time we hang out." Her tone was casual, almost nonchalant, but there was an underlying hint of curiosity and playfulness that made it clear she was enjoying the dynamic between you.

Rachel raised an eyebrow at your comment, her lips curling into a small smile. "Oh really?" she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I guess I'll just have to make sure I keep myself clean then." She took another hit from the joint before passing it back to you and leaning closer to the TV screen as SpongeBob and Patrick got into yet another hilarious predicament.

"So," she said, "do you think they'll ever find that lost treasure?"

Rachel paused for a moment, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall the specific episode you were referring to. "Oh," she said with a laugh, "yeah, I guess that was a while ago now." She took another hit from the joint and sighed contentedly before glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, who knows?" she mused, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Maybe we'll find our own treasure one day."

Rachel glanced at you curiously before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, why not?" she said with a small smile. "You can ask me anything you want." She took another hit from the joint and exhaled the smoke lazily through her nose as SpongeBob and Patrick continued to entertain them on the TV screen.

"So," she prompted, tilting her head slightly to one side, "what's on your mind?"

"Oh," Rachel said with a hint of surprise. "Well..." She paused for a moment, considering your request before glancing down at her jeans and biting her lip uncertainly. "I suppose it's not like I really care all that much..." Her voice trailed off as she looked back up at you, studying your expression carefully.

"Fine," she said finally, taking another hit from the joint before speaking again. "You can do whatever you want to my ass, but only if you promise to make it good for me too."

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked with a confused frown. "I always keep myself clean." She glanced down at her jeans again before looking back at you and shrugging nonchalantly. "But if it makes you happy, I'll make sure to skip a day or two of showering next time we hang out."

She shifted on the couch, adjusting her position as she took another hit from the joint and focused her attention back on SpongeBob and Patrick's latest underwater adventure. "So,"

Rachel said after a moment, her voice casual and unconcerned despite the odd request you'd just made. "Well, I guess we can make that happen if it means getting what I want too." She took another hit from the joint before glancing at you sidelong out of the corner of her eye.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, her voice taking on a teasing tone, "if you're really good to me, maybe we can work something else out next time."