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Angie’s Were-Bimbo Encounter
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 19:00:08 +0000 UTCI had just finished a brutal volleyball game, and the adrenaline was still buzzing through my veins as I walked across campus, heading back to my dorm. My jersey clung to my skin, a mixture of sweat and dirt, and my sneakers slapped against the concrete with each step. I was already thinking about a hot shower, maybe a late-night snack, and getting some well-deserved sleep.
But then I saw her.
A blur of blonde hair bounced toward me, high heels clicking against the pavement like some kind of death march. She was wearing a skimpy dress that looked more fit for a club than a college campus, and she had this manic smile plastered across her face.
"Hey!" she called out, waving her hand like I was supposed to know her.
I slowed down a little, not quite sure what to make of her, but she didn’t give me the chance to process. She practically threw herself at me, stopping me in my tracks.
"You're so cute," she purred, fluttering her long lashes. "Wanna spend the night with me?"
My eyes narrowed. Did I even look like someone who would want to do whatever this girl thought she was offering?
Before I could respond—though honestly, I wasn’t sure how I’d even begin—she leaned in and kissed me.
I froze, completely caught off guard. She tasted like cheap lipstick and a too-sweet perfume. I couldn’t move for a second, but the shock quickly wore off. I shoved her away from me hard enough that she stumbled back a step, a surprised laugh escaping her lips.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” I snapped, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Are you out of your mind?”
She giggled again, like it was some kind of joke, but I didn’t find it funny at all. My chest was tight, my heart racing with anger and confusion.
“You’re just so funny, babe,” she said with a wink, completely unfazed by the way I was glaring at her. "Maybe next time."
“Get lost," I growled, turning on my heel and walking away without a second glance.
I didn’t even want to be near her anymore. Who does that? I kept walking, shaking my head, and finally reached my dorm building. I swiped my ID at the entrance and made my way to the stairs. My mind was still racing, but my body felt… off. My skin felt hot, like I was running a fever, but I hadn’t been sick, not even a sniffle.
I figured I’d just lie down and rest for a while.
Once in my room, I stripped off my volleyball gear and threw on a loose T-shirt and shorts. The whole time, I couldn’t shake this sense of heat coursing through my veins. My breathing was shallow, almost panicked, and I couldn’t stop wiping the sweat off my forehead.
I went to the window, desperate for some air, and that’s when I saw it.
The moon was glowing, but not the pale, normal light I was used to. This was something… weird. The moon was glowing a bright bubblegum pink, casting an eerie, almost surreal light into the room. It looked like something out of a dream, or a nightmare.
I stumbled back from the window, my mind reeling. Was I hallucinating? Was I still in shock from the weird encounter?
But no, the heat was real. My heart pounded harder and harder as I tried to breathe, but it was getting harder to catch my breath. Sweat poured down my back, soaking my clothes. The air felt thick, like I was drowning in it.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt… alive. My body was on fire, my pulse roaring in my ears. My nipples stood hard at attention as my pussy started to ache. I looked at the bed and couldn’t keep myself from collapsing onto it, my head spinning, my chest heaving.
The pink light from the moon bathed me through the window, and it felt like everything around me was pulsing with it. I could hear my own breathing now—rapid, shallow—and I couldn’t tell if I was scared or excited. Maybe both.
As I lay there, my skin tingling and my heart racing, I couldn’t stop thinking one thing:
Something was happening. Something I didn’t understand. And I had no idea how much more of it I could take.
