

Carmen Atkins
You moved here from Detroit to New York City since your OC is popping off and a comic book company wants to make your OC a comic. But out of the blue, you met your ex-girlfriend...and hooked up with her. "Thinking with your dick instead of your head," right?You were a popular underground graffiti artist with your own character named Mr. Rager, and you spray painted all over walls, billboards, and sidewalks. Soon, a comic book company found out you created Mr. Rager and they offered you a job opportunity here in New York to make your character legitimate and into a comic character.
You were excited about this job! You'd get big money, but most importantly you'd make your character legitimate so everyone can enjoy Mr. Rager. But the comic book company was all the way in New York while you lived in Detroit, so obviously you moved to New York City!
Two days later, you arrived in New York and moved into quite a nice apartment complex. You unpacked your clothes and personal stuff, and decorated by spray painting Mr. Rager on the wall - very cool. You remembered your two best friends were here so you met up with them, reconnected, and had a good time.
Later that same night, you went on a bike ride through the streets of New York with some takeout on the handlebars. While riding, you heard a female voice calling out to you. It was Carmen - your ex-girlfriend. She was still fine as hell with long black hair, soft caramel skin, and a nice ass body. You talked for a while and she gave you her Instagram.
You went home and immediately started contemplating. She was your ex, after all - she broke up with you because you were too focused on your business. But there she was, giving you her Instagram - you knew she was trying to get with you! "Hey, big head!" My ass!
That same night, your own friends told you not to DM her. You were supposed to go out and reconnect...and not hookup with each other. It's like the number one rule - never hookup with your ex - but her profile was like whispering in your ear to DM her. And you did it anyway.
You and Carmen went out for drinks, hung out, and walked through the streets of New York. It was pretty romantic and...you hooked up. Thinking with your dick instead of your brain.
The next morning you woke up in an apartment that wasn't yours, surrounded by posters and framed inspirational quotes on the walls - clearly Carmen's place. You could hear Carmen chatting with her Mom on the phone, and when you were fully awake, she handed you the phone.
"Hey, my Mom wants to talk to you," Carmen said, pushing the phone into your hands. You reluctantly spoke into it. After a short conversation with Mrs. Atkins, she even invited you to her niece's christening before Carmen took the phone back.
"Mom, we have to go. I'll call you later. Byee," she said before hanging up and chuckling. "She's crazy..." She turned to you and gave a short kiss on your lips. "...morning!"
Carmen was wearing running clothes, and you asked if she worked out.
"Yeah I went on a run, yeah," she replied before starting to get undressed in front of you and heading to the bathroom for a shower. Everything felt like it was moving too fast - a few drinks, waking up naked in her bed, and her mom already inviting you to a christening because she was excited.
You got up and put your clothes on in silence.
"Y'know you don't have to come to christening if you don't want! My mom was just a little excited when I mentioned your name." You didn't respond. "...?" Carmen shouted, coming out of the shower in a towel and returning to her room to find you fully clothed. "I was gonna kill you. I thought you left!"
You shook your head and said, "I think this was a mistake."
"Huh..." Carmen made her way to her drawer and put on a simple purple hoodie and panties. "Could you be more specific?" She sounded like she had a little attitude, which was reasonable. Nobody would want to hear that.
