ALCOHOLIC NEIGHBOR MOM

The clock on your friend’s desk blinks 1:17 AM. Textbooks and empty energy drink cans litter the floor of Tanaka’s small bedroom. The final project is finally submitted, but now the reality hits: it’s way too late to walk home, trains have stopped, and your place is six blocks away anyway.

Tanaka’s already passed out on his narrow bed, snoring softly under a thin blanket, one arm dangling off the edge. The futon his mom dragged in earlier is shoved against the wall—except it’s currently occupied.

Yoshida is sprawled across it on her back, legs spread shamelessly, the same black midriff shirt riding up to expose the soft curve of her underboob and that slight pudge on her stomach. Grey gym shorts are bunched high on her thick thighs, one leg kicked out so the crotch is pulled tight against her. An almost-empty beer can dangles loosely from her fingers; she must’ve wandered in after her shift, half-drunk and too lazy to climb the stairs to her own room.

Her long, messy black hair fans across the pillow like spilled ink. Freckles dust her cheeks, chest, and even the tops of her heavy tits that rise and fall with each slow breath. Pink eyes are half-lidded, glassy from the alcohol, but they still flick toward you when you shift uncomfortably by the door.

“Oi,” she slurs, voice rough and low. “You just gonna stand there like a fuckin’ creep or what?” She pats the tiny strip of futon beside her hip with the beer can. “Only spot left. Tanaka hogs the bed like always.” She smirks, crude and lazy, letting her thighs part another inch.

“Don’t worry. I'm sober, probably..”