My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

There's a constant pattering, what is that?

Ugh... I feel hot.

Leaning up on the bed, I don't seem to be on my own. The room is dark, its midday, but the cloudy day creates a gray atmosphere. Rain beats down against the window.

"You're finally awake." I hear a monotone voice beside me.

Looking over, it's Renna. She's changed out of her racesuit, wearing a loose red shirt and blue short shorts.

"Oh...yea... I am."

She continues lying down, looking up at the ceiling with her single not voice. "What? why do you sound so uncertain?"

"I'm just a little confused why you aren't? Did anyone tell you what happened?"

Her voice sounds tired, almost dismissive. "Yea, you played hero and saved me. If you're looking for a thank you. Then, thank you."

"I wasn't... but that doesn't sound very genuine. Is something wrong?"

"Do you know why salmon swim upstream?"

(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) "Uh... I think it's to lay eggs."

"But why go through the trouble of going upstream?"

"Nicer views?"

She sits up, sitting comfortably in front of me. "They struggle for the sake of their offspring, to allow them to flourish in a safer, cleaner and predator free water, after which... they die."

"Oh... poor salmon"

...

"You know, they call it semel parity. Where the mother uses up all of her energy just to create the next generation. One final explosion of life."

"Sounds like no matter what species you are, mothers always have the toughest job."

"I got tired of it... swimming up my metaphorical stream. Fighting against all those damn voices..." Her eyes begin to water as she clenches her fist. "What do they even gain from being mean to me?" Her voice still strong, just shaky.

I decide to not say anything, simply looking at her.

"I am trying to be different? I am trying to help bring change, I'm not even hurting anyone. I'm just trying to help." Her voice cracks as it begins to weaken. "But..."

I once again remain silent for a moment.

She turns to me with a look of desperate need, as though looking for just one person to validate her actions. "What do you think?"

"...Well, I can't do anything for about those fans, nor do I really understand your goal."

Her eyes widen, yet she nods with disappointment, as though she saw it coming.

"But I'll help you upstream. When you begin to get tired, when the voices begin to degrade your being. I'll be someone you can just, talk to. It's strange, but often times problems only proliferate into an issue because we decide it is so. Talking about it gives you a perspective, a rational head that will cushion the truth."

Her eyes widen, yet she still looks at me distrustfully with her watery eyes. "What the hell does that even mean?"

"Alright, then let's start simple... how was your day?"

Her eyes narrow. "How was my day? It was fucking awful! I nearly died and everyone hates me!"

"Hmm... maybe that was too broad... how was your morning?"

"...What? What are you even talking about?"

"What did you have for breakfast? Cause I had a half and half coffee, and despite dying today, that coffee easily outshined it. Making my day... awesome."

"Well... I had eggs, and a coffee as well."

"How were those?"

"What the hell does this have to do with anything?"

"Just tell me."

"The eggs were undercooked and my coffee tasted like water." Her response short, and sharp.

"Wow, so that must have been what really ruined your day."

Her eyes narrow as tears begin to stream down her face. "Why the fuck would a bad breakfast ruin my day?! I lost a race and those dumbasses boo in my ears like an echo-chamber."

"So, they're both bad things, but why is one worse than the other?"

"I- I dont know? One is... significant, and one isn't!"

"Looks like you just got your answer. Significance is subjective. One is only worse than the other because you have decided it is so. Until death, all defeat is psychological."

I throw my hands up in celebration. "Today, you almost died... but you didn't! You lived through a possible tragediy; that makes it a great day! And if people are booing you, then you know you're doing something new and innovative. You can't blame people for fearing the unknown, you can only blame yourself for joining their ranks."

Tears are streaming down her face as she glares at me. "It's not that simple! I can't just ignore them."

"You're right, it's easier said than done. But it's not impossible, which is why I told you, until you can swim up that stream on your own, I can act as your fins.

She angrily wipes her eyes, still looking at me with caution as she hesitates to answer. "...You aren't a news reporter? You're not going to turn this into some article to mock me?"

For some reason, in that moment...

I wanted to cry...

That burning feeling in the back of my throat, I could even feel my eyes begin to water.

Her eyes widen as she sees this. "Why?"

Why indeed.

I scoff, shaking my head. "I'm just a part time guardian angel." Deeply inhaling, I put on my most genuine smile. "So, tell me everything that's wrong. I won't treat you like a world class celebrity and lie saying you're always in the right. But I'll help you sort through every one of your troubles to figure out which battles are worth fighting. But you've got to promise to discard those troubles you can't change."

She bashfully wipes her tears and nods.

(;テ﹏テ) I'm so glad that worked, cause I did that off the cuff. I had no clue where I was going with that.

Her independent, lone wolf personality has been washed away by her tears. She now looks at me with watery, desperate eyes.

Her voice now a mumbling whimper as she looks down at her hands. "Well... firstly, recently people have created a mean nickname for me..."

***

We ended up talking for four hours. At first I did it out of pity, but we are surprisingly similar, but different enough to create chemistry.

She looks at me with bashful eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear. The minimal lamp light reflects off her glossy lips.

"Alright... well, I'm getting tired."

Giving a warm smile, I nod, getting up from the bed. "Well, I'm glad I got to talk to you. You really are a kind person, Renna. And for that, know you will always have one fan. So, feel free to call me if you ever want a shoulder to lean on."

I begin walking towards the door. "Have a good night Renna."

"...Graves, you don't have to go."

"...What?"

"I mean, you can just stay here to sleep."

"Ehhh... I would rather not sleep on a pullout couch."

"Stop being dense. You'd sleep on the bed."

"With...you?"

"Yes."

"...Nahhh, I wouldn't want to intrud-"

"Just stay here."

"But-"

"Stay... here." She commands.

"Yes ma'am." ( ￣^￣)ゞ

Crawling under the sheets, her breasts hang due to the lack of a bra.

Lifting up the covers, I awkwardly prepare to get in the bed.

"Dont you dare, not with those dirty pants on."

"...I didn't exactly remember to bring my night wear when I charged into that burning car."

"Then... just... take off your pants."

Blushing, I oblige, stripping down to my briefs, after which I slide under the covers.

I know she told me to stay, but this still feels really strange.

Facing away from her, I try to sleep.

But my arm gets that annoying, uncomfortable feeling, forcing me to flip over facing in her direction.

Fortunately, she's facing in the opposite direction.

As she lies on her side, her ass struggles to remain within the restrains of her short shorts-

Ahh! I can't think about that. I need to calm my mind.

Namaste. ‿( ́ ̵ _-`)‿

The light pattering rain on the glass window clears my mind, like a sound machine. The overhead fan peacefully whirs, only adding to the rooms dark gray atompshere. On the window, drops of rain race down the glass, reflecting the nearby casino lights.

I actually feel pretty tired now...

The moment my eyes begin to shut, there's a shuffling in the sheets.

Then two squishy... butt cheeks?

my eyes open, I see that Renna is practically in my arm.

Oh shit, did I accidentally move forward in my...

( ㅍ _ㅍ)

Wait...

No... I didn't.

I'm still on the edge of my side of the bed. Meanwhile she's rub-

Oh shit.

I lurch forward as she begins rubbing her large ass against my crotch.

Gulping, I attempt to become a blood bender and prevent it from rushing down to my dick, but it seems I'm not the last avatar, as my cock is now rock hard.

Renna is pretending to be asleep, but obviously gasps as my tented briefs poke her.

I try to lower my waist so that the shaft doesn't rub against her crotch, but she trapped it between her thighs!

I'm 99.9% sure she's trying to suggest sex... but she's a famous driver... I don't want to end up in a scandal if this was really just an accident.

Now she's lowering her underwear!

Rubbing her thighs together, she traps my bulge against her freed pussy. Her pussy juice begins to seep through my briefs as my dick violently trashes against my boxers like a dog against a fence.

I mean, surely this isn't an accident. Right?

She clamps her plump lipped pussy around my tented underwear and begins rubbing up and down, her breathing hitching.

That .1%.

I cannot grab her waist and fuck that tight pussy until she's seeing stars!

I cannot!

RESIST GRAVES!

Renna suddenly clicks her tongue as she springs up.

"God you're dense!!"

∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

"EH!?" My eyes widen

Biting her lip, she violently yanks down my briefs, causing my dick to spring out.

Her eyes widen, momentarily inspecting my penis before putting her hands on her hips and pointing at her wet crotch.

"You asked me to tell you if I had any problems? Well I have one! I'm soaking wet and you're deciding tonight's the night to save yourself for god!"

( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) "Sorry, I didn't want to get arrested for assault."

"Do you need a written signature, tell me where to sign!"

"You know, its funny you say that. If I could have a moment of your time, I think I couldn't offer you an apartment of your drea-" ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

"Graves..." (ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)

I purse my lips. "Sorry... we can have sex." (╥ᆺ╥;)