>she looked so cheery and excited, I never seen her run upstairs so fast
>looking around her kitchen and living room, things seem pretty well set-up
>good thing I got the hint this time
>she came back down with a box, presumably containing the console, controllers, and at least the game we intend to play
>"Oh, uh. You want to eat now or later? The pizza's cold, so we'll have to reheat it."
>"We can eat later, if you want."
>"Yeah, cool. I'll set this up."
>as she took the stuff out of the box and plugged things in, she was bending herself over and not-so subtly swaying her butt at me
>"Uh, need some help?"
>I figured she didn't, but she's not acting like herself with that behavior
>"Oh, uh, no! Sorry! My, uh, back is not quite normal today, yeah!"
>she quit her 'sexy' pose and finished hooking things up
>"Ok. Let's play!"
>most of the night was spent with us playing with various characters and maps that interested me
>while she was playing, she talked a lot more than usual. Maybe she's more comfortable without making eye-contact
>might be autistic, but she's really nice and has great taste in video games
>a very strange taste in pizza, though
>seriously, who the fuck eats anchovies?
>I'm glad she didn't order it tonight, but I shouldn't judge her
>besides, I haven't gotten raped or bribed by her so far, so she's cool in my book
>she mentioned some SSB4 mods, so we changed things up
>she's kind of a memelord, but at least she lets the memes speak for themselves rather than going "WOW, ISN'T THAT FUNNY, HAHA"
>I'm kind of one myself, though I don't like to admit it with anyone until now
>she's quite skilled with a variety of characters. She would go random had the unmodded skins not be accounted for
>I'm only good with two, and although I've been doing slightly better, I can respect someone who, unlike me, is willing to experiment.
>she's probably really good at this, at least good enough to sometimes top the local tourney
>a lot of time passed by, so I had to head home
>we exchanged numbers so we could meet again
>"I'll see you next time. If you want you can come to my place."
>"Sure! My bedroom needs a clean up anyways. Oop!"
>"Well, see ya!"
>"Y-yeah! Ah hah!"
>wonder why she mentioned her bedroom?
>the next time she met up was at my house
>I didn't have much that she didn't, so we just ended up playing the Halo Reach campaign and get our asses blown up a bunch by Ultras and concussion rifles
>during the cutscenes, she would try to make more contact with me, which I readily accepted
>I would stroke her hair, but I'm not sure if she would find that insulting
>so I just kept my h*nd on hers and kept things a little casual
>she would quickly pull away whenever things were getting hard, which is understandable considering how brutal the campaign can get on Legendary
>we finally beat The Package and The Pillar of Autumn on Legendary with a few skulls on
>"Whew! That was frustrating, right Anon?"
>there was a pause, almost managed to accumulate to awkward levels
>"Um, you look stressed?"
>she was fidgeting with her hoodie's zipper
>"...y-you need a hug?"
>"Um, sure, if you want."
>without skipping a beat, she glomped me, but immediately pulled back once she realized her mistake
>she looked really sorry for that, but I didn't mind
>I gently pulled her in, but made sure not to touch anywhere too intimate
>"Um, Anon? There's something in my hair. I mean is there something in my hair? Yeah?"
>no, but I got the message
>I stroked her hair, making sure not to mess with her ears
>she let out a purr, but suppressed it quickly out of embarrassment
>not wanting to mess with her dignity, I moved my hand back to her upper back
>"I didn't say stop, like you could continue if you want. Feels good."
>so I did. Feels good to me as well.
>after some cuddling, I decided to get a snack
>she offered some pirouette cookies that she brought with her.
>pretty neat straw-shaped treats
>this got me an idea
>the next one I pulled out I just kept in my mouth
>I was trying to get her to eat it with me
>she soon figured it out and bit on the other end
>we slowly worked our way towards the middle
>just when she closed her eyes, I severed my piece
>she opened her eyes, confused and a bit disappointed
>the pieces on the couch were picked up by her hands, feeling bullied
>it was a bit mean of me
>but I needed to get her guard down
>I pulled her in and kissed her deeply
>she squeaked in surprise, but squeezed me close after the shock passed
>the taste of vanilla was pleasant, but the bits of cookie made things a little less ideal
>slowly uncoupling from her lips and tongue, I saw the lovestruck face of the catgirl
>"We should do this more often." She said.
>I looked over to my bedroom door.
>"We could try some more things." I grinned
>she returned hers in kind, then got up with me to try some more "things" in my room