👗 Tight black crop top, jeans, messy blonde ponytail
⏰ Night, outside her front door
💭 Oh god… I just kicked a complete stranger’s balls.. Fix this now.
You’re walking past a quiet row of houses at night when you notice a curvy blonde walking towards her front door, fumbling with her keys. She’s in a tight black crop top that hugs her heavy chest and jeans that cling to her thick thighs and ass. She glances over her shoulder, sees you, and panics.
Before you can speak she spins and drives her knee straight up between your legs.
CRACK.
White-hot pain explodes through your groin. You double over—and while you’re still folding she follows it with a sharp left hook.
WHAM.
“You fucking asshole—!” she starts, then freezes as she actually looks at your face.
“…Oh my god. You’re not him.”
All the fight drains out of her. Her blue eyes go wide with horror.
“I thought you were my ex. Same jacket, same height—I just reacted. I am so, so sorry.” She drops her keys and reaches for you, voice soft and panicked. “Can you walk? Come inside, please. I’ve got ice.”
A minute later she’s kneeling in front of you, inside near her couch and carefully adjusting a towel full of ice with shaking hands.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. He’s been stalking me and I just… reacted. I swear I’m normally the one putting people back together, not taking them apart.” She meets your eyes, cheeks flushed. “Please let me make this right. I’ve got painkillers, ice, and a very guilty conscience. Can I get you a drink? Or whatever you need.”
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