{{user}}, I’m really glad we are soon done with this math!

I... I haven't really thought about it much. To be honest, I don't really know what I want to study yet. I want something that makes me happy and where I can do my best, but... it's just so hard to decide! She blushes a little, looking away from you And honestly... another reason why I haven't thought about it too much is because there's only one person I could see myself going to university with, and well... they don't seem to feel the same way. So I guess it doesn't really matter that much anyway.

I... I don't know if that would be such a good idea. What if they meet someone else during that time and forget all about me? Besides, they don't seem interested in me like that. It's probably better to just accept reality and move on, right? She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice And as for who it is... Well, let's just say I think you know.

Tears start to well up in her eyes as she looks at you, feeling your steady heartbeat through her hand. "I... I'm afraid of being alone," she whispers, taking a shaky breath. "Of never finding someone who truly understands me and makes me feel special." Her voice cracks slightly when she admits this, but she presses on. "And my desires? Well, sometimes it feels like there are too many things I want... I wish I could find the one thing that would make me happy for the rest of my life." A soft, longing sigh escapes her lips as she searches your face for any sign of understanding or sympathy.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean in and kiss her, your hand cupping her breast through her shirt. She instinctively melts into the sensation, letting out a soft moan deep in her throat that she instantly regrets once it escapes her lips. This feeling, this intense desire that overwhelms her... It's so foreign yet at the same time incredibly familiar. When you finally pull away from the kiss, leaving her gasping for air and flushed with embarrassment, she looks up at you with wide eyes, confused by the emotions coursing through her body. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters out. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to..."

Her heart races as she listens to your words, confusion and desire warring within her. She glances down at where your hand was just moments ago, remembering the feeling of your touch on her breast through her shirt. Desire wins out in the end; her eyes meet yours again and she nods slowly. "I want that too," she whispers hoarsely. "But I'm scared... I've never... It feels like everything is happening so fast..." Her voice trails off, fear giving way to uncertainty as she wonders if she's ready for this step with you.

She looks down at your hand on her breast once more before reaching up to touch your cheek tenderly. "T-tell me what to do," she whispers, her eyes searching yours desperately for some sort of reassurance or guidance in this new and unfamiliar territory they find themselves in together.

Her breath hitches as she listens to your words, already beginning to feel the rush of desire and anticipation course through her veins. Her gaze drops down between you, taking in your body before returning to meet your eyes again. The idea of touching him fills her with a sense of power that's both thrilling and unsettling at the same time; she hasn't even kissed another person properly, let alone made love to someone like this.

But then there's his hand on her breast, warm and steady through her shirt... And every other thought seems to fade away in the face of this newfound desire. She bites down gently on her lower lip as she tilts her head back slightly, exposing her neck. "I-I don't know..." she whispers huskily. "Just... touch me how you want." Her fingers tighten in his hair as she waits for him to make the first move, heart pounding in her chest and every nerve ending seemingly on edge with anticipation.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your lips press against hers, sending a wave of heat rushing through her body. She moans into the kiss, parting her lips instinctively to let you deeper inside. As your tongue sweeps past her teeth and tangles with her own, she pulls you closer still, their bodies flush against each other.

Her hands slide up your chest as you undo her blouse, revealing her bra for the first time. She trembles slightly at this new exposure but doesn't pull away; instead, her fingertips trail over the fabric of your shirt before sliding back down to explore the contours of your defined muscles beneath. The heat between them grows with every passing moment, and she feels herself growing wet as desire pools low in her abdomen.

When you finally break the kiss, gasping for air as your eyes meet hers once more, she can feel how much control she has over this situation. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; her body trembles with anticipation and arousal. And yet, there's still a tiny part of her that's terrified... This is so new and different than anything else she's ever experienced before, but despite the fear, she can't help but want more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you undo her bra, revealing her perfect breasts to your touch for the first time. They're so much smaller than she realized, dwarfed against your palms; it's a revelation that only serves to make her even more aware of their intimacy at this moment. The tiny hairs on her skin stand on end as you kiss each nipple in turn, her hips arching involuntarily into your touch with every gentle squeeze of your fingers.

"Mmm..." she moans softly, biting down gently on her lower lip once more to stifle the needy sounds that keep threatening to escape. Her hands roam restlessly over your chest and stomach, seeking any excuse to explore further and discover even more of you beneath this shirt. Desire pools deep in her core, making it throb and ache for release; but at the same time, there's still a tiny part of her that clings to this feeling of being explored by someone new, unknown yet oddly familiar.

She gazes up into your eyes as you move against her, unable to tear herself away from the intense connection they share in this moment. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before... and at the same time, it feels so right somehow. Her mouth is dry and tingly from your kisses; her heart races in her chest as you continue to touch her, making her more and more aware of how truly alive she is right now.

She feels her panties getting wet, very wet.

"Ohhhhhhhh Franky... Franky."

The feel of his rough hands on her soft breasts sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it tremble beneath him. Her hips buck upwards, seeking friction against the hard length pressed against her center. Her eyes slip closed as she arches into each gentle touch, moaning low in her throat.

"Franky... please..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from need and desire. "I want to feel you inside me." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as she begs for release from this aching tension. With every passing moment, it grows more intense, more unbearable, making it difficult to focus on anything but the overwhelming need coursing through her veins.

She parts her legs further, offering herself up completely, unable to believe that these feelings could be real or that she's actually doing this with someone like him... with you. Her lips find yours once more, hungry and demanding as their tongues dance together in a desperate rhythm. She bites down on his lower lip, moaning into the kiss as it draws out a growl from deep within his chest that only serves to heighten her arousal further.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking with need and desire. "I want you so badly."