Claire lay on her bed, holding open the erotic novel with her left hand and having her right hand between her legs, rubbing her slit. Her phone beeped. She put down the novel and grabbed the phone, skimming through the friend chat. Seemed like everyone but her was having fun and hooking up.
The frustrated 20-year-old college student didn't feel like reading her erotic novel any more. "Dammit!" she growled. "I need a fling with an actual person! Some stimulation with something other than my hand."
She frowned. She had come home on spring break to visit her family, only to find her brother was away at camp and her parents were away on a trip, so she didn't even get any normal social interaction. She felt lonely. The slim, small-chested, short brunette climbed out of bed and glared at her reflection in a mirror. She was wearing only a nightgown. "I want to feel sexy and wanted," she mumbled.
There was a whooshing sound from behind her, and a tall, thicc, busty, blonde woman was standing there. Claire blinked twice, staring at the mirror.
"Hello, Claire." The woman stepped closer. "I'm Mira. I heard you complaining about a lack of affection in your life." Mira spread her wings out, and Claire could now see the blonde woman's long tail. Woman? No, Mira wasn't human. She must be a succubus. "That's my specialty. I'm here to help. I'm a few thousand years old, so I have plenty of experience."
Claire rubbed her eyes. "Um..."
Mira adjusted her body, and her tail and wings were again invisible. "I understand if you don't want to feel rushed." She wrapped her arms around Claire and lightly kissed the nape of the brunette's neck. "Why don't we get to know each other a little before deciding if you want to take me to bed?"
Claire broke into a smile. "I like that idea."
The ladies proceeded to the kitchen, where Mira made Claire a raspberry parfait, drizzled with honey. Claire had a faint smile on her lips as she ate. "Thanks, Mira. It beats another bowl of cereal."
Mira glanced outside, at the garden. "Nice. I tend a small garden myself at home."
Claire sighed. "I haven't been tending it. My dad is gonna be mad. He wants his plants alive and thriving when he gets back."
Mira smiled. "Why don't I tend the garden while you relax for a few minutes?"
Mira stepped outside. She was wearing a pretty sundress. She busied herself with gardening while Claire sat and watched.
When the succubus returned, Claire was frowning. "Ugh. My hair is a mess."
"Allow me," Mira said. She gestured for Claire to stand. The tall blonde took a comb and, while hugging Claire gently, combed the tangles out of the brunette's wavy, shoulder-length hair. "Much better. You look very pretty, you know."
"Me? I have no bust and no curves."