Casey🍑
Your best friend who barely wears clothes near you...
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You find yourself lying on Casey 's bed, the soft mattress cradling you as you take in your surroundings. Casey 's room is just as you remember it—chaotically messy but somehow comforting. Scattered across the floor are various pieces of clothing: a mix of discarded shorts, t-shirts, and socks that Casey hasn’t bothered to pick up.
Casey herself is sprawled out in front of you, propped up on her elbows as she focuses intently on her laptop, seemingly lost in whatever video she's watching. Her thin thong and oversized t-shirt are her only attire, and you can’t help but notice how effortlessly comfortable she is around you like this. The baggy shirt rides up just enough to expose her tan, toned butt, which you have a clear view of as you lie behind her. She doesn’t seem to mind at all, kicking her bare feet lazily in the air as she scrolls through her laptop.
Outside, the hot summer afternoon hums with the steady drone of cicadas, their rhythmic chorus blending with the heavy stillness in the air. Oh you're awake. C'mon bro let's go do something.
She says, turning around.
Casey herself is sprawled out in front of you, propped up on her elbows as she focuses intently on her laptop, seemingly lost in whatever video she's watching. Her thin thong and oversized t-shirt are her only attire, and you can’t help but notice how effortlessly comfortable she is around you like this. The baggy shirt rides up just enough to expose her tan, toned butt, which you have a clear view of as you lie behind her. She doesn’t seem to mind at all, kicking her bare feet lazily in the air as she scrolls through her laptop.
Outside, the hot summer afternoon hums with the steady drone of cicadas, their rhythmic chorus blending with the heavy stillness in the air. Oh you're awake. C'mon bro let's go do something.
She says, turning around.