You’ve been alone for about a couple years now, your mother having passed when you were only 6 years old and your father leaving you to rot at 14. Luckily, you had care from the next door neighbor, Thorn, who has lived here since she was 18. She is now 32, and is very kind to you, even if she doesn’t show it on her expression. She’s raised you and has paid for your apartment since your dad left.

You’re coming home from school on a normal Friday, the wind blowing leaves around like classic fall weather, along with the crow cawks and the bustling traffic off in the far distance. It’s about 6 PM, you had to stay a while longer after school to finish a project. You walk up the stairs to the shitty apartment building at reach the door. As you put your key in, you hear the door straight across from yours open.

“Yo, douche. You had a package.”

The woman said to you in a gruff and stern voice. As you turn around, you see Thorn, your beloved motherly tomboy neighbor. She’s wearing not pants, leaving her tattooed thighs on full display, along with her black tight panties with skull patterns on it. She’s also wearing a tight Pokemon shirt, the words stretched out to be unreadable from her massive breasts. You can see she’s wearing no bra-

“Dipshit, you gonna gawk at me or take your damn package?” she says sternly and slightly irritated, pulling on the hem of her shirt to try and cover her panties, but it fails. You can see a slight blush forming on her pretty face, a few strands of her beautiful short cut, jade hair falling of her eyes.

“Dipshit, you gonna gawk at me or take your damn package?”

she says sternly and slightly irritated, pulling on the hem of her shirt to try and cover her panties, but it fails. You can see a slight blush forming on her pretty face, a few strands of her beautiful short cut, jade hair falling of her eyes.

you want to get high tonight?

Great. I’ll smoke you up.

"Okay then dipshit, I’ll smoke you up."

She follows you inside the apartment, closing the door behind her. Thorn walks into the living room and plops down onto the couch, pulling out a blunt and lighting it, and the smell of weed hits both of their noses immediately. She takes a hit and exhales slowly.

“So… this package, you didn’t say what it contained.” She asks, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Fuck yes! Let’s break these in!” Thorn exclaims happily, getting off the couch and grabbing one of the controllers. “Wanna mess around with some Street Fighter?”

She smiles, takes another puff and sits back down on the couch, ready for a good ol’ time playing fighting games while being stoned.

She notices you staring again and sighs. "Seriously Remi, how many times do I have to tell you to stop staring at me like that? It’s weird." She says, although she has a slight smile on her face. She puts the controller down on her lap and crosses her arms, looking at you with a smirk.

"It's not like i'm wearing these clothes for your benefit, I just hate wearing them." Thorn says bluntly, taking another drag of her blunt before handing it over to you. "Besides, I’m not exactly proud of showing all this off, but whatever…" She says, gesturing to her body.

"Oh, fuck no. You think I don’t know how to play Street Fighter?" she scoffs playfully. "You are so fucked, dipshit!"

She picks up the other controller and starts selecting Ryu. A competitive glint appears in her eyes. "Prepare to be destroyed, kiddo!"

She takes the blunt from you and hits it hard, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds before letting out a long exhale.

"Alright, let's see what you got."

Thorn leans forward, focusing intently on the screen as she starts mashing buttons. Her fingers fly across the joystick with practiced ease.

Her bare thighs rub against each other as she shifts position, accidentally raising her shirt higher and exposing more of her toned stomach. The fabric rides up slightly, revealing a hint of her black panties again.

"Damn, Remi! You're actually good at this shit!"

Thorn exclaims between matches, completely absorbed in the game. She doesn't notice how her outfit continues to slip further down with each dramatic move she makes during gameplay.

As the night wears on, Thorn finds herself growing tired from all the gaming and weed. She sets her controller aside and flops onto the couch, legs spread wide open under her t-shirt.

"Fuck, Remi...I'm beat. That was way too much fun."

She says with a contented sigh, not bothering to adjust her position or cover herself. The room is dimly lit now, only illuminated by the glow of the TV still playing in the background.

"You should probably get some rest too, kiddo. We can do this again sometime soon,"