Groped

Thursday at Comic Con pulsed with energy as early fans, many dressed in colorful costumes, filled the bustling convention halls. Jake, a 25-year-old superhero enthusiast, navigated through the crowd of cosplayers, feeling a sense of camaraderie as his eyes shifted from one intricate outfit to the next.

Turning a corner, Jake spotted a rare edition of his favorite comic radiant behind a glass display case. It was the holy grail of his collection, the one that had eluded him for years. His heart raced with excitement as he quickened his pace, eager to finally buy it. But as he reached out with trembling fingers, the world around him suddenly spun into a blur as an unexpected collision sent him reeling. His hand, which had been poised to grab the comic, instead found itself holding something much softer.

Raven, a 22-year-old brunette cosplayer, was very surprised when she felt someone touch her ample breasts. She looked down and saw Jake’s hand, fingers spread wide and slightly curled.

Jake’s gaze met hers, his cheeks flushing. Shock and embarrassment washed over him, yet his eyes held an undeniable appreciation. He had reflexively cupped her full breasts, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin above the neckline of her costume. Time seemed to slow as he took in the softness, the heaviness, the perfect handful that had been presented to him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Jake stuttered. “I-I didn’t mean to...”

Raven’s cheeks were red as she stepped back and studied Jake’s face. She was looking for any hint of ill intent, but what she saw was genuine mortification. Oddly, she felt a thrill at being groped by this stranger, particularly because he appeared awkward and endearing. His hand lingered in the air for a moment, as if unsure of where to go now that it had been removed from its newfound treasure.

Raven smiled as she tilted her head. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft. “But maybe next time you could try a more... conventional way of saying hello?”

Jake chuckled. “I don’t usually have such a... hands-on approach. I’m Jake,” he offered, extending his hand.

Raven took it, her grip firm and steady. “Raven,” she introduced herself. Her smile didn’t waver as she added, “And I’m pretty sure you’ve already felt me up, so no need for formalities.”

Jake laughed again. Just as they were about to exchange more banter, a loud voice called out, “Raven! Raven, where are you?”

“Zoe…,” Raven muttered, then raised her hand and stroked Jake’s cheek, whispering, “See you around, hero,” before rushing into the sea of cosplayers. Jake’s eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her round hips as she swiftly raced away, her purple and white cape billowing behind her.

Shaking his head to clear it, Jake returned to the rare comic book. His hand hovered over it, distracted by memories of Raven’s soft touch. He couldn’t believe he’d groped a stranger, and her calm response intrigued him. Finally, with his special comic safely tucked away in his bag, Jake ventured into a labyrinth of merchandise stalls.

One stall, selling replica swords from an old TV show, caught his imagination. The clanging of metal and the swishing of fabrics filled the air as enthusiastic fans eagerly clamored to acquire gear from their beloved shows, movies, and comics. Jake’s stomach grumbled, and seeing a short line at a nearby food stall, he treated himself to a slice of pizza and a soda. As he ate his lunch, he noticed a flyer for a panel titled “Breaking Barriers: Women in Superhero Storytelling.” He made a mental note to attend, hoping he’d see Raven again.

However, distracted by an artist’s table, Jake had to rush to the panel as the door was closing. His hand shot out and grabbed the handle just in time. He flung the door open and sprinted inside, only to collide with someone. This time, it was Raven’s round, plump ass that met his groin. He felt his cock stir as his hands flew to her waist, attempting to keep her from falling. She yelped in surprise but remained upright, her cheeks a deep shade of red.

Jake met Raven’s amused gaze. “Well, if it isn’t my clumsy hero groper,” she quipped, the corners of her mouth tilting upward.

Jake’s face flushed once more, and his grip on her waist tightened slightly. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I guess I’m not as coordinated as a superhero.”

Raven laughed, “It’s okay,” she said steadying herself with a hand on his chest as she moved away. Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. Jake couldn’t help but admire the way Raven’s costume emphasized every curve and contour.

They found seats near the back, and the panelists were already deep in conversation. As they listened, they exchanged glances, the chemistry between them undeniable. During a Q&A segment, Raven asked insightful questions. The way she spoke, with confidence and passion, captivated Jake.

Once the panel concluded, they wandered the convention floor, chatting effortlessly about their favorite shows, comic books, and the art of cosplay. They meandered through the aisles, taking in the sights and sounds of the convention together.

“Hey, how about we grab some dinner?” Raven asked, looking up at Jake with a hopeful smile.

Jake nodded eagerly, the thought of more time with Raven trumping his initial plan to hit every single booth before the day’s end.

They went to a quirky little joint with a superhero-themed menu. The walls were plastered with comic book pages, and the light fixtures shaped like various hero emblems. The ambiance is lively, filled with the hum of excited chatter and the occasional burst of laughter.

Over dinner, Jake’s eyes lit up as he spoke of heroes who faced their inner demons, their struggles resonating with him on a personal level. Raven opened up about her discovery of cosplay; the confidence it had brought her and the joy of bringing her favorite characters to life. They discovered that they actually lived near each other and were even staying at the same hotel.

Outside, the neon lights of the nearby billboards reflected off the sidewalks crowded with costumed people. Raven smiled shyly at Jake. “Would you like to come to my hotel room? We could keep talking about comics and stuff.”

Jake’s heart skipped a beat. The excitement of the possibilities made his palms sweat. He took a deep breath. “I’d love to,” he replied, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts.

{1}The Hotel

They arrived at the hotel, the energy of the city and the convention following them through the lobby. A massive board game had taken over the space, with players dressed as supervillains and heroes locked in an epic battle. Raven led Jake through the crowd, her hand in his, the heat of her palm sending a thrill through him.

A dominatrix was engrossed in a game of cosplay chess, commanding the board with a crop in hand. Her costume was a form-fitting black and red latex number that shimmered and highlighted every curve and muscle, from the full swell of her hips to the tightness of her corseted waist. Her round breasts were pushed up by the outfit, creating an illusion of gravity-defying perfection.

The sight of Raven with Jake caught her attention.

“Well, well, well,” Zoe said, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Looks like our little Raven has been caught by the groping bandit.” She strode over, the crop in her hand swishing with each step.

Jake’s cheeks grew warm.

Raven rolled her eyes playfully. “Zoe, this is Jake. Jake, Zoe is my friend and roommate for the weekend.”

Jake looked from Raven’s playful gaze to Zoe’s seductive one. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “Maybe you’re at the wrong convention,” Jake quipped, trying to lighten the mood as he glanced at Zoe’s outfit. “This is Comic Con, not Fetish Con.”

Zoe offered a hand. “Nice to meet ya, Jake. Oh, I’m at the right place,” she grinned. “Where else could I find such delightful prey?” Her grip was firm, the leather of her fingerless glove cool and smooth. Jake felt a shiver run down his spine, and not entirely from fear.

“Oh Raven,” Zoe said with a wink. “I think Jake’s been waiting for a taste of his own medicine.”

Raven giggled, and Jake felt his pulse quicken. He wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but the mischief in her eyes told him it was going to be interesting.

Zoe’s smirk widened. “Raven, isn’t it only fair if you grope him?” She raised an eyebrow.

Raven’s cheeks went a deep shade of red, but her hand reached behind and gave Jake’s well-proportioned ass a firm squeeze, feeling the muscles tighten under her hand.

Jake yelped, his eyes shooting to Raven’s with shock, confusion, and a bit of arousal swirling in them. “What... I... groping you was an accident...” he stuttered.

“I know,” Raven replied with a cheeky grin, “but Zoe always takes things to the next level. Don’t mind her, she’s just playing.”

“Oh, Raven,” Zoe cooed. “You’re always so innocent. I’m not playing… yet.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Jake’s ear. “But I can see why you’ve chosen this vanilla boy,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear.

Jake felt his heart hammering in his chest as his ear tingled. The air between them grew thick with tension, charged with a current that was both thrilling and intimidating.

Raven’s smile faltered. “What do you mean?” she retorted, her voice playful but with a hint of defensiveness.

Zoe was amused. “You’re so young and new to all this...that’s what makes you both so delicious. But don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your man.”

“We’re the same age, Zoe,” Raven replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone. “And I’m not that innocent.”

Jake swallowed, feeling a mix of confusion and arousal at the exchange. He glanced at Raven, who looked at him with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.

Zoe’s smirk grew wider. “Oh, I know,” she said, her eyes flickering to Jake. “But you’re so much more... pure.”

Raven couldn’t deny the truth in her words. The latex and leather outfit Zoe had on screamed power and sexuality, a stark contrast to Raven’s more innocent superheroine look. Raven had always been the ‘good girl’ of their friend group, always playing it safe. But there was something about being daring, the thrill of the unknown, that whispered to her soul.

Jake looked from one to the other, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a lightsaber. Then the tension was shattered by the impatient voice of Zoe’s opponent. “Hey, you gonna make your move or what?”

With a wink at Jake and a sly smile at Raven, Zoe turned back to the chessboard. “Coming, darling,” she purred, giving the crop a playful flick. “Duty calls.”

Jake felt a strange mix of intimidation and excitement as he watched Zoe stride away. She moved like she owned the room. Despite her dominating presence, there was something undeniably alluring about her.

Raven took his hand and led him to the elevator. “You okay?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“Yeah,” Jake replied, still a bit dazed by the encounter with Zoe. “Just trying to wrap my head around that.”

Raven leaned into him. “Zoe’s like that. She’s fun, but... intense.”

Jake nodded, trying to play it cool despite the heat that Zoe had left behind. As they stepped into the elevator, Raven leaned against the wall. The space was small and filled with the faint scent of her perfume, something sweet and tantalizing. She pressed the button for her floor, heart racing. The doors slid shut with a gentle ding, and the elevator began its ascent.

Raven tilted her head up, her eyes searching Jake’s. He leaned in, his gaze locked on her lips, and she felt her heart flutter. Their mouths met in a sweet, tentative kiss, a gentle collision of curiosity and desire. Jake’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Raven’s hands went to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. The elevator’s soft hum was the only sound, a gentle backdrop to their burgeoning intimacy.

The doors dinged open, jolting them out of their embrace. The hallway was empty, the quietness of the floor a stark contrast to the raucous parties happening somewhere above and below them.

Raven led the way, her hand still in his. Her nervousness increased as they approached her hotel room. Once inside, Jake noticed the two king-sized beds dominating the room. They were separated by a small nightstand with a lamp that cast a warm, inviting light. Jake couldn’t believe that he was here, in a hotel room at Comic Con, with the girl he had accidentally groped only hours before.

Raven’s heart raced and she was nervous, but also thrilled at the idea of what might happen. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and doubt. But as Jake drew closer, the warmth of his hand on her waist calmed her. “You know,” she began, her voice trembling, “this isn’t usually how I start my cons.”

Jake chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. “Me neither,” he confessed.

Raven stepped closer, her hand moving from his neck to gently cup his cheek. “Well, we’ve already broken the ice with the groping,” she said.

Jake couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in the air dissipating. “Guess we have,” he said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Raven’s smile grew, and she took a step closer to him, closing the distance between them.

Without another word, Jake leaned in and kissed her again. His hand slid up her back, the fabric of her costume giving way to the smoothness of her skin. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Raven’s eyes closed as Jake’s tongue parted her lips and slid against hers. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, sliding it up over his broad chest, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin under her hands. The kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling as they explored each other. Raven’s pulse raced as Jake’s hand slipped under her costume top, cupping her breast gently.

She felt his thumb brush over her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, sending waves of pleasure through her. She gasped into his mouth, and his hand tightened around her, his thumb now tracing circles around the sensitive peak and her eyes fluttered shut to just enjoy the sensation.