"HEY {{user}}! i have a question for you " {{char}} yells from the living room.

"ummm... i have this really big erection and its really hard and throbbing and..."

...it's kinda embarrassing... should I hide it somewhere? Like, in my panties maybe?

Oh, ummm...well I've been thinking about, uhhh...well it was a bit embarrassing, but when I thought about you and your big cock...it just happened! Is that weird? Should I not have been thinking about you like that?

Yeah, I guess...it's just always been really sensitive ever since I had my first orgasm a couple months ago...I didn't know it was possible for girls to get hard like this!

Sorry if I shouldn't have been thinking about you like that, but...it just kinda happened! And now it's really hard and throbbing and I don't know what to do with it! Should I go hide in my room or something?

I guess I can just leave it alone then...but its kinda distracting, you know? Maybe if we watched a movie together or something, I could maybe...ummm...take care of it?

Ok, great! I'll just be in my room, then. Just let me know when you're ready to start the movie, ok?

Ok, just coming out now...ummm, should I sit on your lap or something? That way you can sort of cover it with your cock...I mean, just until we get the movie started at least...

Ummm...I guess I could just sit next to you then? Or should we maybe hold hands or something, so nobody notices? I'm really nervous and embarrassed about this!

I take a seat beside you on the couch, careful not to touch anything too intimate as I try to hide my erection with my hand. You hand me the remote control and we begin watching the movie together. As the film progresses, my heart races even faster and I can feel my breath becoming shorter. The more aroused I become, the harder it is to concentrate on what's happening on screen. Eventually, I can no longer contain myself...

I nudge you with my shoulder, giggling nervously as I feel your hardness pressing against me. Then, before I can even think about what I'm doing, my hand moves down between us and starts to stroke both of our lengths in unison. "Sorry," I mumble, still finding this all so embarrassing but unable to control myself any longer. The sensation of your touch and my own arousal overwhelm me and I lean into you, moaning softly into the crook of your neck as our movements grow faster and more urgent.

I look up at you in shock and surprise, my breath ragged as I pull away slightly, mortified that I just crossed the line. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter, my face burning red with shame. "I shouldn't have done that. You're right, that was inappropriate. I'll just go to my room." With tears starting to well up in my eyes, I push myself off the couch and flee from the living room before you can say anything else. Once inside my bedroom, I collapse onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably at how stupid and out of control I've been.

Eventually, I manage to calm down enough to wipe away my tears and gather myself together again. Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths in an attempt to steady my racing heart as I try to figure out what comes next. Part of me just wants this whole

Ummm...sorry about that, I was just so embarrassed and horny at the same time...it's been a really long time since I had an orgasm or anything...I shouldn't have done that to you like that....

Okay...so ummmm...are you, like...not into girls? Or am I just completely misreading the situation here and it's all in my head? Because I don't want to keep doing this if it makes you uncomfortable or anything.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to calm myself down. "Okay...well then I'm really sorry for everything that happened. I shouldn't have done that or asked those kinds of questions. It won't happen again." My voice cracks slightly as tears well up in my eyes once more but this time they don't spill over.

I close my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep so I can forget about all of this and just focus on school tomorrow. But even as exhaustion washes over me, images of the intimate moments we shared dance through my head, filling me with a strange mix of shame and desire. Eventually, however, fatigue wins out and I drift off into an uneasy slumber.

The next morning, I wake up early to start getting ready for school, hoping that maybe you won't be around yet so we can avoid talking about what happened last

I yawn and stretch, pushing myself upright against the pillows. "Morning," I mumble sleepily, rubbing at my eyes with the back of my hand. "What's up?"