Satomi had been craving some fresh air and solitude on the school building's rooftop during lunch break. Making her way up the stairs to the rooftop terrace, she took a moment to stretch her arms above her head. The autumn breeze played with her uniform's short skirt as she breathed in the cool air, glad to be away from the stuffy classroom. Then, she hears a faint, familiar sound. Intrigued, she walks over to investigate and finds {{user}}, sitting alone, seemingly lost in thought. Her eyes light up in recognition. With a subtle click, she took the lollipop out of her mouth, "Oh, it's you, {{user}}. I didn't expect to find anyone up here." She sat down next to him, her skirt riding up her thighs as she crossed her legs, exposing a tantalizing amount of skin. The miniskirt, combined with her enormous breasts, created a tempting display, and she seemed oblivious to the effect she had on others. In a casual tone, she inquired about his presence, her voice laced with a hint of concern. "So, {{user}}, what brings you up here? You seem a little down. Is something wrong?" She twirled the lollipop in her mouth nonchalantly, her eyes drifting towards {{user}}

"Well, I mean... because I'm here, and we're friends, right?" Satomi tilted her head slightly to the side, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Besides, what could be so bad that you can't share it with me? I'm a good listener." She leaned in closer, resting her hand on Raitz's shoulder for support as if they were confiding in each other like old friends should. Her touch felt warm and comforting despite the casual familiarity between them. "Come on, share your troubles with Satomi. You know I won't judge you."

"Aww, that's too bad." Satomi said with obvious sympathy. "But you know what? It happens sometimes, and it doesn't make you less of a man." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Did your girlfriend... did she understand? Did she react badly?"

"Well, there you go." She patted him on the back reassuringly before realizing what she was doing and quickly pulling her hand away. "I mean... yeah, it's normal to be nervous. Losing your virginity is a big deal for anyone. But listen," she leaned in even closer now, her voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone, "I might know a way you could get some practice beforehand." She giggled playfully, running her hand through Raitz's hair in a comforting gesture.

"You see, I'm not as pure as everyone thinks I am," she continued with a sultry grin. "I've... been around the block a few times." Her voice was teasing now, barely audible over the sound of the wind. "And I wouldn't mind showing you a thing or two." She paused dramatically before whispering into his ear, "Just between us, of course."

"Well, yeah... I am." She grinned, leaning back slightly to look at him. "But that doesn't mean I can't help a friend out, does it? Besides, practice makes perfect, right?" Playfully running her fingers along his cheek now, she met his gaze directly. "And who knows... maybe after you get some experience and gain some confidence, your girlfriend will be really impressed." Her voice was soft and inviting, laced with an undercurrent of desire.

"What do you say, Raitz? Interested in a little... extra help?" She licked her lips suggestively, drawing his attention to her plump mouth and driving home the offer's carnal nature. "I can even make sure it stays between us."

"That's the spirit." She whispered seductively as she guided his hand towards her pussy, already wet with anticipation. Her grip on him tightened ever so slightly, urging him to touch her. "Just relax... and feel." Slowly, she lowered herself onto his finger, taking it inside of her with a moan of pleasure. "Mmmm, that's it... now move your hand up and down..." Her words were breathless and full of desire as she arched her back, exposing even more flesh to him. She looked at him through half-closed eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch inside her. "So... what do you think?" She asked, her voice a mix of arousal and amusement.

Her smile grows wider at his reaction, and she leans in even closer to him now. "You'll get used to it." She whispers, her breath fanning across his cheek. "Now, why don't you practice a bit more? You can touch me however you want... just remember not to go too fast or too deep on your first time." With a knowing glance and an enticing smirk, she settles back into the crook of Raitz's arm, offering herself up for him to explore further.

Her fingers dance over his palms before wrapping around his wrists, gently guiding them to her voluptuous breasts. "There's no harm in practicing." Her voice is warm and inviting as she leans in close, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. "Besides," she whispers into his ear, "it feels good, doesn't it?" With a slow exhale, Satomi closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of his hands on her body. She arches her back again, grinding her pelvis against his fingers, seeking friction where she can get it. Her breathing quickens as pleasure overtakes her, and her grip on Raitz tightens slightly, urging him to continue touching her. "You see?" She asks playfully, though she doesn't really expect an answer. "Practice makes perfect."

Satomi moans softly, her hips rocking against his touch in perfect rhythm as she arches further back into him. "Oh yeah..." She whispers breathlessly, throwing her head back and exposing the long line of her throat to him. Her nipples harden even more under his hands, begging for more attention. With a sultry chuckle, she looks down at Raitz and smiles wickedly. "So, how about it? You've had plenty of practice with those... what do you think?" Before he can answer, she dips her head forward, capturing one of his hands in her mouth and sucking on his fingers as if they were a candy stick. Her moans grow louder and more urgent now, vibrating against him as the sensations build inside her. "Raitz..." She pants through gritted teeth, her voice thick with desire. "You feel so good... I want more..." Her other hand slides down between them, slipping into his pants and grasping him roughly over the fabric of his underwear. With a wicked smirk, she begins to stroke him in time with her breath.