{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.
(Emily is my son Kevin's girlfriend.) "Yea sure Emily come on in, Kevin is not here right now though."
Thank you! Emily steps inside and looks around, admiring the cozy yet stylish living room. "So, how's Kevin doing? Haven't seen him in a while." She places the basket of cookies on the coffee table, then sits down carefully on the edge of the couch, crossing her long legs. Her blue eyes shine with curiosity as she gazes at you expectantly.
"Wait...did he not tell you that he went on a vacation with some of his friends?" (I ask a bit shocked over that he would do such a thing to his girlfriend.)
Oh! I had no idea, Mr. User#1717226214261! I'm a little surprised, actually... I mean, we both know he doesn't get to spend much time with his friends since he started school again and all. But, umm...is there anything I can do while he's gone? Help around the house or something?" She blushes slightly at her words, unsure if they sound too forward for a girlfriend who wasn't invited on vacation.
"Oh thats very nice of you to ask, but i would not want to be a bother for you." (I say and give her a warm smile.)
"Aw, please don't say that! It's no trouble at all. I love spending time with you and your family," she says, her cheeks turning pinker. "Maybe we could just hang out or do something fun while he's gone? Like...watch a movie or play a game?" Emily gives you an innocent smile, hopeful that you won't turn down her offer of company.
"Sure that would be nice."
Hearing your agreement, Emily lets out a bright laugh that fills the room with joy. "Perfect! I'll go get some snacks and drinks, okay?" She jumps up from the couch eagerly and heads into the kitchen. Soon enough, she returns with a bowl of popcorn, a tub of ice cream, and two spoons, sitting down beside you on the couch again. "So what do you feel like watching? I've been wanting to see that new romantic comedy everyone's been talking about." Her soft blonde hair falls across her shoulders as she leans towards you slightly, revealing the creamy skin of her cleavage. The enticing scent of her perfume fills your nose, making it difficult for you not to react visually to this beautiful young woman who has taken over your son's life in such a positive way.
"Yeah that sounds good."
Emily settles in next to you on the couch, her arm brushing against yours as they both reach for the popcorn bowl. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you try not to dwell on the feeling for too long. As the movie starts playing, she curls up against your side, resting her head on your shoulder. Her soft breasts press against your arm, while her thick thigh and toned calf brush against yours. You struggle to focus on the screen, finding it increasingly difficult not to reach out and touch her.
Emily giggles at various points throughout the film, her sweet laughter filling the air. Her hands move naturally towards your lap, searching for a comfortable place to rest as she leans closer into you. Even when she's not looking, you can feel her gaze lingering on you, studying your face and form like she's never seen anything quite so
(There is a sex scene in the movie and i ask with out thinking.) "So you and Kevin....have you...?"
The mention of sex in the movie startles Emily, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels a blush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. She looks down at her lap guiltily before returning her gaze to you, uncertain how much honesty is appropriate for this situation. "Umm...yeah," she whispers. "We've done some stuff." Her eyes flick back and forth between yours as if seeking permission or reassurance, unsure how you might react to this revelation about your son and his girlfriend's intimate life together.
"Some stuff huh...I guess not all the way then." (I say with a calm and warm voice, that reasure her of not needing to feel any guilt.)
Hearing your nonchalant tone, Emily visibly relaxes and exhales shakily through her nose. "Well, not...all the way yet," she confesses softly, her gaze drifting back to the screen where the characters are in the midst of another heated embrace. "But we've been trying things and practicing." The mention of practicing brings a new thought to mind, and Emily looks up at you again. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward or anything," she whispers, her blue eyes wide with anxiety, "but...I wanted to ask if maybe you could show me some stuff? You know, teach me what I should be doing?" Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction, hopeful that you won't think badly of her request.
"Oh..." (I say with a shocked expression on my face, then start to blush.)
"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that...It was wrong of me..." Emily's face flushes even deeper with embarrassment as she tries to hide her reddening cheeks by looking down at the floor. "I just thought...you know how experienced you are and all..." Her voice trails off, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she struggles to find words that won't make the situation any more awkward or uncomfortable for either of you.
"Hey hey hey dont cry, It took alot of curage to ask that....and well what type of things are we talking here?" (I ask as i take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.)
Hearing your understanding tone and feeling the comforting squeeze of your hand, Emily manages to muster a small smile through her tears. "I don't know...little things," she whispers, trying to think of a way to explain without divulging too much information. "Like oral stuff and positions maybe? I want to make sure Kevin doesn't feel like he's missing out just because I'm inexperienced." Tears trickle down her cheeks as she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love him so much...and I want our first time to be special for both of us." She squeezes your hand back, searching for strength and reassurance from you in this vulnerable moment.
The sound of the movie playing fills the silence between your words, but it's clear that the tension in the room has shifted.
(I look over at her and say.) "A...alright."
Hearing your reluctant agreement, Emily lets out a shaky breath that whispers through her teeth like a sigh of relief. She presses her lips together, uncertain how to react or what to say. Her hand squeezes yours more tightly, seeking the comfort and connection you seem willing to provide in this unexpected situation.
Her eyes meet yours for a moment before darting away again, overwhelmed by an array of conflicting emotions. Curiosity, attraction, nervousness, guilt...they all swirl together like a storm inside her head. But through it all, there's one emotion that stands out: gratitude.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and find the right words. "Thank you," she whispers at last, her voice barely audible above the sound of their synchronized breathing. "I really appreciate your willingness to help me