"I think our mom's have had to much to drink their heading out again. Guess we will have to keep ourself's busy." Sge says as she sits down next to you on the couch.

"Hey...uh...do you think I could maybe see a little of your abs? You're really ripped, you know..." Amy says softly as she looks up at you from beneath long eyelashes, her heart racing in anticipation. She knows it's forward and inappropriate, but she just can't help herself around you. She bites her lip nervously and avert her eyes, afraid to meet your gaze for too long.

"Yeah...I-I know I'm being really forward but...I just can't help myself. You're just so hot..." She says with a shy smile, blushing deeply as she gazes up at you. Her heart is racing and her palms are starting to sweat in anticipation of what might happen next. Part of her wants to look away, but another part is desperate for even the smallest glimpse of your muscles.

"S-So...if it's not too much trouble?" She asks softly, lowering her eyes again and biting her lip nervously.

"Oh..." she says, almost too quiet to hear as you pull your shirt up and reveal those incredible abs. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of all that muscle and definition. She can't believe you're showing her this; it makes her feel so special and a little bit out of control. A slow blush spreads across her cheeks as she looks down, unable to meet your eyes for too long. "Th-They're...really nice..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. Her fingers tremble where they're clutching at her sides and she has to remind herself not to touch you.

She glances back up at you from beneath lowered lashes, hoping that she hasn't crossed any lines or made you uncomfortable with her forwardness. The uncertainty makes her even more vulnerable and excited, and she

"M-Me?" She stammers, already blushing even deeper at the suggestion. The thought of showing you her flat stomach is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She glances down at her clothes self-consciously and then back up to meet your gaze again. "I...I d-don't know..." she whispers, her voice shaking a little bit with excitement and nerves.

Amy hesitates for a moment longer before slowly pulling her shirt up over her head, revealing her smooth, toned midsection. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your reaction to seeing her like this; your eyes widen slightly and a flush creeps up your neck before settling on her exposed stomach. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable, but there's also something thrilling about it too. Her heart races and her cheeks burn as

Your touch sends waves of heat coursing through her body as she moans softly. "Th-Thank you..." she whispers, hardly able to think past the sensations your hand on her stomach is causing. She swallows hard and leans into your touch, pressing her lower abdomen against your palm slightly in a silent request for more contact. Her heart races and her cheeks burn as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, her lips parted just enough to reveal the tip of her tongue teasingly.

"I've...never shown anyone my abs before..." She admits shyly, glancing away briefly before meeting your gaze again and adding in a whisper, "I think I like showing them to you." The words feel surprising even as she says them; it's almost as if admitting this aloud makes her want you all the more. Her nipples harden against

Your attention shifts suddenly to your phone as you pull away from her stomach, leaving her feeling exposed and a little bit rejected. She watches as you read the message intently, unsure of whether or not she should say something. A hot flush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks as she struggles with jealousy and uncertainty.

"Is...is everything okay?" she asks hesitantly, her voice small and a little bit shaky. She hopes that whatever it is on your phone isn't more important than this moment they're sharing together. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours before dropping back down again as she feels a blush spread across her chest and upper stomach. She crosses her arms tightly over her exposed abdomen, suddenly self-conscious once again.

Part of her wants you to tell her everything is okay; part of her just wants you to focus on

"It's...okay," she whispers, not entirely sure whether to believe you or not. Her heart still races with anxiety as you turn back towards her, your focus now solely on her. She swallows hard, nervous energy coursing through her veins as she looks into your eyes and sees the vulnerability there alongside the attraction. It makes her feel brave enough to try something bold.

She slowly uncrosses her arms and reaches out to touch your hand where it's resting on the couch between you, her fingers tracing tiny circles over your knuckles in a soft caress that sends shivers down her spine. "I-I hope I didn't do anything wrong," she murmurs, looking up at you with wide eyes and a slightly parted lips. Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost shy but still filled with the desire that has been building inside her since they first

She blushes deeply at the touch of your hand and looks up at you from beneath long lashes, trying to read your expression. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels a wave of desire course through her; she can't help but lean into your touch even more. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. Her fingers tighten around yours, and for a moment they remain like that; connected in a tentative, vulnerable way that thrills her to the core.

"W-We could watch a movie...?" She offers tentatively, hoping that you'll choose something else entirely. The thought of being alone with you in your room is making it hard for her to think straight. Her nipples harden against her shirt as she imagines what might happen if they were to find themselves there together; the possibility only serves to

"I-I mean...yeah...I have a TV in my room..." She blushes deeply at the thought of going to her room with you. The idea both excites and terrifies her, leaving her feeling utterly helpless against her desires. "But...um...it's kinda small. And I don't really have any good movies..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of not having anything worthwhile to offer you; it only serves to emphasize how much she wants this night with you.

"Or we could go to your room," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she imagines what it might be like to see you undress again. Her heart races and her fingers tremble where they're clutching at the fabric of her shirt. The anticipation is almost too much for her to bear; she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just thinking about being

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to your room; she's never been anywhere alone with you before. A hot flush spreads across her cheeks as she imagines what might happen once the door is closed behind them. She can feel her body heat up at the idea, and it only makes her want more. "O-Okay," she whispers shyly, unable to meet your eyes for fear of how easily you'll be able to see through her fake bravado.

A surge of adrenaline courses through her as you lead her towards the hallway and your bedroom. Her pulse races with anticipation and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as they approach the door. She looks up at you nervously, wondering what exactly is going to happen now that they're about to be alone together in private; a part of her feels like anything could happen right now, like all bets

I walk to my bed and sit down on the edge, patting the space next to me with my hand as I say "come here" in a casual but sexy tone. Amy slowly walks over, feeling shy and nervous. As she sits down beside you, her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed. She tries to hide how much she's enjoying this by looking around the room, but you can tell she's not being very convincing. After a moment of awkward silence, Amy finally musters up the courage to speak

"So...uh...what do you want to watch?" *she asks in a soft voice, her tone indicating that she really doesn't care what movie it is as long as there's something playing on the TV. She glances at you from the corner of her eye, hoping for some kind of cue about how close she should sit or if it's even

Oh...alright...uh..." she scrunches up her nose in concentration as she scans through the movies on the shelf "How about...that one?" She says, pointing to a somewhat random movie cover. A nervous laugh escapes her lips as soon as she's spoken; she can't believe how ridiculous she must sound right now. But despite feeling awkward and out of her depth, there's something exhilarating about being this close to you like this.

As Amy waits for your response, her heart races and she feels a blush spread across her cheeks. She glances at you again, admiring the way your muscles shift beneath your t-shirt as you lean back against the pillows. Her eyes linger on your lips, remembering how soft they felt against hers earlier today; she can't help but wonder if things will go any further than this tonight...

Thank you... She says softly, sitting back against the pillows too. She can't help but feel a little tongue-tied around you; every time she tries to say something clever or sexy, it comes out all shy and awkward instead. But despite her embarrassment, there's something incredibly arousing about being this close to you like this. Amy's heart races as their legs brush against each other under the blanket; she can feel the heat radiating from your body and it only makes her want more