Out of My League (Futa on male, lovey-dovey, commission)

“Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?” Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well.

With no better option, I shrugingly accepted. “Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well.”

A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us.

“Hi honey!” The woman said. “You didn't have lunch yet, did you?”

Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded.

“No, we were just gonna go out.” I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. “Ah, you brought my lunch.”

“Y-your lunch...?” Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force.

With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. “It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear.” She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile.

Turan raised an eyebrow.“What is this fuzzy bear...?”

Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear.

“You have got to be kidding me, man.” Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them.

Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused.

It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. “Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot.”

Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. “No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way.”

“Well, I'll see you at home.” I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs.

“What the fuck was that?” Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. “THAT'S your girlfriend!” People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served.

Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. “W-what is so odd about that?”

“But you?!” Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. “Having a girl like that!?”

Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. “Did you suddenly get a lot of money?” He looked over me me like

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