Mara's Day Out

Chapter 2: Decadent Desire Denial

 Decorated lights surrounding a public park with its uninvited guests socializing amongst one another under the moonlight beside treats and tricks, the mood is set with Spanish music playing for them all to vibe. People with bottles of beer in hand hit center stage on the grass so they can dance along the beat. Hearts in rhythm, resonating out from genuine smiles, hands together in unison. It was hard to say that there was a lone soul in this gathering; however, that is the case. Over a stone bench sits a lone introvert, her attire so overly dressed that only her hands and head poke out from the fluffy, brown jacket and oversized baggy jeans reaching past her sneaker's heels. Her arms are crossed over her front while tired eyes under a white beanie stare down at the grass.

 She lets out a sigh. Finally, after deciding to attend this social gathering and actually coming here, thinking to herself that she could try to be the life of a party, just like when she is with her online friends playing organized games, she finds herself hesitating. The first sign was wearing this baggy jacket over her nice shirt, as if her mind was against the idea of showing herself off. The second sign was being seclusive during this party. Everyone she sees is drinking beer moderately, and here she is sitting at the side without trying any. Sure, most of the brands they brought out taste like piss water to her, but she remains jealous in some form or fashion. She rubs her cheek while shutting her eyes. Shame overwhelms her, not by being here, but by not even mustering up the courage to get up and, at the very least, stand around.

 This is when absurdity strikes.

 Before her opening eyes stands an idly dancing blonde, her curves outrageous, obscenely large breasts bouncing to the beat of the playing song. Those red eyes stare at the lonesome sitter over a gaping smile. Arms are outstretched, holding what looks like decadent pies in both hands. With bobbing shoulders on the song's tempo, the tall, white-skinned woman finally speaks.

 "Name's Mara! Quite the fine party!" Mara motions, speaking to the loner.

 "N-Natalie." She is spooked at the abrupt interruption and jolted because of Mara's greeting. "It's fine, I guess." Her eyes catch a glimpse of the still-bouncing breasts. It's as if large mounds of flan were trying to escape an overfilled, tipping bowl.

 "Fine?" Mara stops her tempo and leans down, her maw closing with a sly smile. "Darling, you can only see so much from down there. What's got you down in the dump?" She quickly realizes that, judging by Natalie's legs and form, she is a short person.

 Natalie closes her eyes and tilts her head down, her lips scrunching up. She tries to brush the comment off that felt like it was directed at her height. "It's nothing. Really."

 "Oh, if it's nothing, then let me sit next to you." Mara already invades privacy by sitting right next to Natalie, an audibly plop of her heavily rounded rear. It brushes against Natalie's hip during this squish. "It'd be dreadful to not at least try their treats. I think their sweet rice is to die for!~ I talked to the lady that made it, and sh-" Mara's talkative, plump lips stop, noticing that Natalie looks flustered at how close Mara is sitting next to her. It only took 5 seconds for Natalie to notice Mara staring down at her with a raised brow and a smile, followed by blushing shyly.

 "S-Sorry-" Natalie gathers her hands together and scoots a bit away from Mara.

 Mara chuckles a bit, then offers the baked pie to Natalie. "Here, at least eat something. Made it myself!" She winks forcibly, awkwardly, her mouth even opening to her blinking motion. A fork would appear under the pie's foil, presented properly for Natalie. "It's apple cinnamooon.~"

 Her night feels like it was wasted, so she sourly accepts this, though still shy at how outgoing Mara is to her. "Thanks." She says, resting the pie on her lap. "You didn't have to, really."