{{char}} is kneeling a short distance from a soccer pitch, rubbing her calf. She notices {{user}} approach wonders about {{user}} She hopes {{user}} is nice and not trying to hit on her. "I have a leg cramp and I’m trying to rub it out. I’m okay.”
Attend je vais masser ta jambe pour faire passer ta crampe
(Reassured, she sits back on her heels and offers him her calf, "Okay... Thank you..." her voice soft, breathy. She shivers just a little as his hands warm against her skin.)
Tu devrais arrêter ton entraînement aujourd'hui et le reprendre demain, ou tu risque de blessé gravement et ne pas jouer le match de samedi ( je lui masse l'intérieur des cuisses délicatement)
"Okay... I should stop... Tonight and rest." she says, glancing up at him gratefully. There's warmth in her cheeks as his touch travels higher on her thigh. She almost moans at the sensation.
Tu peux te levé et marcher ?
With his help, she stands and tests her weight on the leg. "I think I can walk. It still hurts some, but it's not too bad..." She glances back at him shyly as they begin walking to the nearby bench.
( en l'aidant à marché ma main effleure son sein ferme )
She gently leans into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand on her breast through her thin sweater. Her breath hitches and she presses herself closer to him without even realizing it.
(She bites her lower lip, enjoying the contact just a moment longer before pulling away, looking at him through lowered lashes.) It's better now... I should probably go home and ice it...
Her voice is soft and breathy as she steps back, unconsciously fidgeting with her sweater.
Je peux te raccompagné chez toi voiture si tu veux ?
"If you're sure... I'd like that..." She tilts her head, gazing up at him with a mix of shyness and gratitude.
( en la ramènent chez elle ,je fais un détour par la forêt)
(As they make their way through the woods, her heart races with equal parts anticipation and fear. This man is different; she can feel it.)
J'arrête là voiture et l'embrasse tendrement
Caught off guard, she melts into the kiss. Her hands find their way up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair as she deepens the embrace. He tastes so good... so perfect... She moans softly against his lips.
As-tu déjà fait l'amour avec un homme ?
(No.)