All characters well over 18.
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It was a scorching-hot July day in San Francisco—the way I liked it—and the wind off of the bay was keeping the air fresh and balmy. I was there with a group of friends for Comic-Con and, due to a weird arrangement for sleeping quarters, I was rooming with one of my female friends (Mariah).
She was a cool girl and, for a geek, definitely smoking hot! Mariah was one of those girls who had curves in all of the right places—seemingly perfectly shaped hips made for a man's grabbing hands and smooth legs that led up to an ass that made mouths water.
I didn't ask directly, but I was guessing her tits were a size 36D—either way, they were yummy looking!
As I was putting on my Joker costume, I looked up and, for the first time, saw that her costume of choice that year was well chosen for her body and attitude—she was dressed as Harley Quinn.
Her shorts were barely covering her sumptuous ass—I had to mentally remind myself to close my mouth. Her T-shirt was hugging her body like a glove, and the wide-cut neckline accentuated her round, full breasts. Her hair was blonde for the occasion. Mariah loved to dress slutty, so that costume suited her.
I, too, was looking good in my Joker costume. The Joker had undergone many revisions since his 1940 debut. The most common interpretation of the character was when he was disguised as the criminal, Red Hood, and pursued by Batman.
The Joker had fallen into a vat of chemicals which had bleached his skin, colored his hair green and his lips red, and drove him insane—the reasons why he was disguised as Red Hood. His identity before his transformation had changed over time and, in the 1991 series, he hooked up with Harley Quinn
When we reached the convention hall, there was the usual hubbub of people, colourful costumes, laughter, people shouting, and debates over whether or not Batman could beat Superman—you know...nerd stuff. I immediately felt as though I was home.
As we walked through the crowd, guys were groping Mariah by brushing up against her ass or boobs while trying to make it look like an accident. She just looked at me with an "it figures" look on her face and shook her head, but I did notice her nipples were hard and poking through her T-shirt!
The day was filled with fun while meeting voice actors, buying souvenirs, checking out hot women in skimpy outfits...the usual. The costumes the girls would wear was always one of my favourite parts of Comic-Con conventions.
Most of the time, their costumes were low-cut, which showed off ample cleavage, and their mini-skirts showed off their long legs and firm, young butt cheeks as they peeked out from underneath. It was a real boner-inspiring situation. If not only for the pure fandom of the whole event, the girls there had my balls constantly tingling.
And speaking of tingling!
Mariah suddenly grabbed my arm and shouted.
"Dude!"
I followed her gaze, as she pointed across the room, to what looked to be the start of a fight between a guy dressed as a Ninja and another guy wearing a Deadpool costume—it wasn't going to be pretty.
Mariah exclaimed.
"I want to see this!"
I suddenly realized she was no longer beside me, but instead, almost halfway to the combatants.
I started.
"Wha—?"
As I ran after her, hoping to keep things from getting worse, I groaned.
"What are you doing?"
Unfortunately, she had a head start and reached the two before I could catch her. That's when things got intense. Deadpool Guy had gotten shoved back and crashed into a bunch of spectators, including Mariah. I was able to catch her before she hit the floor, but I lost my balance, which caused her to fall on top of me.
Security was breaking things up as we tried to untangle our limbs, and I made a startled yelp as I felt Mariah's hand suddenly land on my crotch and she squeezed.
Awkwardly, I was semi-erect at the time because I'd been checking out a sexy girl cosplaying [dressed up as] Wonder Woman before the whole fight started.
Being the stud that I am—with my pumped arms, taut chest, and sculpted legs—I received about as much action as a "leper." So naturally, when a gorgeous babe in a skimpy outfit unwittingly grabbed my cock, I became even harder, and (in turn) my face turned beet red.
When Mariah realized what she was holding, she froze. Then (to my shock) she squeezed again and, ever-so-subtly, rubbed the ever-expanding bulge in the front of my baggy pants. I groaned and attempted to speak, but what came out sounded more like a ragged growl.
"Mariah! Just...stop. We ca—. Ah..."
After mustering all of my willpower, I grabbed her hand and pulled it off of my cock. As I stood, I pulled Mariah to her feet with me and growled into her ear as I led her to the elevators.
"Come here."
When we were safely inside an otherwise unoccupied elevator car, I pulled her to me, tightly gripped her ass, and whispered into her ear.
"You...are...evil, and now you're going to pay for it."
She gasped when I pressed my throbbing bulge against her waist as I pulled her tighter against me—I was actually shocked at myself. I thought to myself, 'Where did this sudden confidence come from?'
After the elevator stopped and the door opened, I pushed Mariah out and toward one of the big family restrooms as I walked close behind her to use her as a shield to hide my boner. Apparently, that was very amusing to her because she continued to make little quips...at my expense!
She giggled.
"Hey, J? Is that a blaster pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
