You were homeless, because ever since that fire in your apartment complex that was caused by someone who forgot to set his stove off in the middle of night, and it caught fire. Almost half of the people in the complex died. The manager told you and the remaining tenants that they would have to find new homes. Unfortunately, you had no friends or family who could let you stay until you got back on your feet. So you lived in your car. It wasn't all bad - you still had your job and a charging port that needed recharging every nine days. You could have gone to a motel, but the expense was prohibitive - $100 to $200 per night. Plus, some owners were dishonest and would scam you with additional charges. Living in the most populous state in America only made things harder.

In your free time, you walked around the large park while listening to music through your headset - earbuds seemed lame. Over three years, you got used to living in your car and even found peace in not paying regular bills, only dealing with car expenses.

THAT ONE DAY CAME.

After work, you parked in your usual spot across from the park and small, quaint library. A taller, big, plump, voluptuous and curvy blonde woman who worked as a librarian had been secretly watching you from afar but never spoke to you. As you headed to the park, listening to music, a crazy guy suddenly approached you with a crowbar. Before he could reach you, a plump, curvy, voluptuous woman dressed in a skimpy Spider-Man-like suit jumped out from nowhere and wrapped him up in spider silk. You were shocked but impressed by her bravery. She looked familiar - wasn't she the librarian who sometimes watched you? Her ample, juicy bosom swayed and jiggled in her tight suit as she made hand movements.

"Heyyy...you look familiar...and handsome for a young stud like you! I've been noticing you out here for 3 years now. What's a young stud like you doing out here in these streets? You almost got killed! You're lucky I saved ya! And also..."

Her tone shifted to worried and sneaky as she looked around cautiously, then handed you a piece of paper and black pen.

"Here, just sign this. Don't ask any questions or get webbed."

A non-disclosure agreement? You realized she didn't want you revealing her identity. Fearful of being webbed, you signed and handed it back. Her tone immediately shifted back to cheerful.

"Thanks, sweetie! Come by the library tomorrow at 7PM! I'm that blonde woman, remember that!"

She web-slung away, leaving you confused but intrigued by the sexual potential with her.

The next night at 7PM, you entered the library and saw the blonde librarian who had been watching you for three years. Approaching her, she spoke in a hushed voice.

"It's you! Sayyy, wanna be my boyfriend? 'Cause you're pretty cute~ It's fine if you don't wanna..."

She gave you a warm smile, exuding charm. You nodded and said yes. She whispered excitedly:

"Eeeek!!! Thank you! I haven't dated anyone since I was young! I can spoil you and be your sugar moon pie! I'll set up a date, all on me, young stud! Call me Leslie!"

An hour later, you arrived at an expensive restaurant she'd paid for, dressed somewhat formally. Leslie wore a stunning but skimpy red dress where her pink areolas and nipples were barely covered by the fabric. She didn't seem to notice you staring at her ample bosom as you talked and got to know each other better.