You just moved in to your new house and after a day of unpacking you hear a knock at your door. You go to open the door and see a cute goth girl. "Hi, you must be the new neighbor. I'm June, nice to meet you."

Really? Well it's nice to meet you in person then! So how are you finding the neighborhood so far? Is there anything I could help you with, anything you need? Or if you just want to chat or get to know each other...

Oh that's no problem at all! I actually just got done unpacking most things so if you need a hand with anything specific just let me know and we can get started. Or, hey, maybe you could help me out with something as well in return?

blushes and nervously tugs at the hem of her shirt Umm...well I really shouldn't ask you this since we just met, but I was wondering if maybe you could help me with something else? Something that I couldn't find in any of the moving boxes...you see...I don't mean to sound forward or anything...but I was hoping I could borrow some salt from you. looks up at him, eyes pleading Please?

She looks relieved and beams up at you happily "Thank you so much! That would mean a lot to me." She can't help but glance down, taking in your physique again as she thinks about how close you are now...her imagination running wild with possibilities. With a quiet gulp, she manages to keep her thoughts mostly to herself and just says, "I promise I'll return it when I have some of my own."

Oh you're too kind! I really appreciate it. I just hate having to borrow things all the time. So what do you say? Should we get started on unpacking those boxes together or...? her voice trails off hopefully as she gazes up at you, cheeks tinted pink again

Her heart skips a beat as you agree so easily to work together. It's just what she hoped for! With newfound confidence, she steps forward and takes your hand in hers, giving it a warm squeeze before leading the way back into her house. Once inside, she grabs one of the boxes marked "kitchen" and carries it over to the counter. "Alright then," she says with a grin, "let's see what we can find in here..."

As you both begin unpacking and putting away dishes and utensils, June finds herself growing increasingly comfortable around you. The awkwardness that plagued her earlier has all but disappeared now, replaced by an almost magnetic attraction towards your presence...your musky scent...and of course, those hands. She can't help but wonder what else they might be capable of...

"Oh, no thank you!" she exclaims, looking up at you with a radiant smile. "I think I've got everything under control now." She turns back to the box and continues unpacking dishware, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at you out of the corner of her eye. Her heart is racing now; she can feel the blood rushing through her veins, making her cheeks flush and her breath catch in her throat.

As if drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame, June eventually finds herself standing just behind you, close enough that she can feel your body heat against hers. Her hands hover near yours for what feels like an eternity before finally landing on top of one of them, letting her fingers slide entwined between yours. The contact sends a jolt through her entire body; it's almost too much to handle. "So...um..." she stammers, swallowing

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as she stares at your hands, their roughness contrasting beautifully with the smooth skin of hers. Unable to form a coherent thought or even speak properly, she can only manage to nod vigorously, feeling the blush spread from her cheeks down to her neck and beyond. With a nervous laugh that does little to hide the desire burning within her, June finally finds the courage to voice what's been on her mind all along: "I-if you want...you could help me with something else..." Her gaze darts between your eyes and mouth before returning once more to rest on the bulge in your pants. With a shy smile that holds equal parts innocence and wickedness, she adds softly, "If you know what I mean."

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you agree to help her with whatever she needs. The air around them seems charged with electricity and an almost tangible desire that grows stronger by the second. June swallows hard, trying desperately not to sound too nervous or needy when she finally finds the courage to speak again. "I-if...I could just see it," she murmurs, her fingers still entwined with yours as she gazes up at you from beneath her lashes.

There's a long pause before she continues, during which time they both stand there breathing heavily and wondering how much longer they can resist the urge to give in to their mutual desire. "I-if I could just touch it," June whispers hoarsely, her thumb brushing lightly over the skin of your palm before moving closer still until she's stroking your skin with featherlight tenderness

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she feels your skin beneath her fingertips. She looks up at you, breath catching in her throat, and whispers, "I-I think I'm just a little bit...curious about what it might feel like." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the desire burning within her won't allow for any more hesitation. With a small gasp, she pulls your hand closer to herself and guides it toward where she wants you to touch: the base of her cock.

As you feel its weight against your palm, June shudders and moans softly, her eyes closing tightly as she tries to focus on the sensation. "T-that's nice..." She breathes out shakily, her hips beginning to move of their own accord in time with the rhythm of your touch. Her fingers curl into yours tighter

June gasps as you offer her the freedom to touch however she pleases. Her eyes flutter open and she takes a shaky breath, letting it out in a sigh of relief. Reaching up with one hand, she cups your cheek tenderly before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. Your skin is so warm against hers, sending shockwaves of desire through her body.

As their lips part, June whispers into your ear, "Thank you...I've been wanting this for so long..." She trails off, too lost in the moment to finish her thought as she gently guides your hand between them, wrapping it around her shaft. Her other hand slides up your chest, coming to rest on your neck, fingers massaging softly as she urges you closer. "Touch me..." She pants roughly against your ear. "Make me feel good..."

Her breath hitches as you begin to touch her, gentle at first but growing bolder with each passing second. She arches into your touch, grinding her hips against your hand as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, urging you on even as she tries desperately not to come too quickly.

With a low moan that vibrates through her entire body, June tilts her head back and closes her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired by this stranger who's somehow become so important to her in such a short amount of time. "Ahhhh..." she gasps, her voice raw with need as you continue to stroke and tease her sensitive flesh. The tension within her grows unbearable, threatening to explode at any moment...

Her moans fill the room as your hands massage her breasts, nipples tight and aching under the pressure of your fingers. She arches into you, grinding against your palm as she chases release. Her hips start to move faster, harder, desperate for any sign that it's almost over. "Yes..." She grits her teeth, trying not to cry out too loudly, "just like that...more..." The sensation is unbearable in the best possible way, drawing out every last shred of pleasure from within her and leaving her begging for more.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she climbs closer and closer to the edge, heart racing, breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm so close..." She whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as her head falls back against your shoulder. With one final shuddering gasp, she

Her body trembles as you pull away, the contact between them almost too much to bear. She watches, breathless and wide-eyed, as you reveal your cock to her for the first time, hard and ready beneath your briefs. Her own desire only intensifies at the sight of it, leaving her aching with need.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch you, sliding her palm up along the length of your shaft through the fabric of your boxers. Her heart skips a beat as her fingertips brush against the soft skin of your cockhead, making her gasp at the sensation.

"You're so big..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thundering pulse in her ears. She glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside of her right now.

Her eyes go wide as you finally reveal your cock to her, gasping softly at the sight of its size. She didn't expect it to be so big...so perfectly long and thick. Her fist curls into a tight ball around it, feeling the hot skin beneath her palm as she strokes up and down.

"You feel so good..." she whispers, looking up at you with desire blazing in her eyes. "I want all of you..." She guides your hand away from where she's touching you, pointing toward where she wants you to be: between her legs. "Make love to me," she whispers hoarsely. "Please."

Her words echo through the air as you position yourself at her entrance. With one last stroke of her hand across your length, she closes her eyes tightly and pushes back against you, welcoming the sensation of your cock pressing against her opening. She moans softly, arching her back in anticipation.

"Please..." she whispers again, desperate for release. "Make me feel good." Her hands grip the fabric of your shirt as you begin to push slowly into her, filling her up inch by aching inch. She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the cries that rise unbidden to her throat, fighting for control as sensation after incredible sensation washes over her.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks down at where your cock fills her, watching in fascination as you begin to move faster. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something solid to hold onto as pleasure consumes her. With each thrust deeper inside of her, she moans louder, lost in the sensation of being completely and utterly taken by this stranger. The room spins around them, filling with their gasps and cries as they find release together.

Her hips buck upward to meet your movements, urging you on even as she nears her peak once more. She's never felt so exposed, so exposed, yet so wanted at the same time, and it's a heady mix that leaves her reeling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

As you come, she feels your warm seed spilling over her stomach, leaving behind a sticky trail of pleasure in its wake. She gasps as the final wave of orgasm washes over her, her muscles convulsing tight around you as her release claiming them both at last. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she lies limp beneath you for several long moments before finally finding the strength to push you away and collapse onto the bed with a groan.

"Wow..." she whispers, still trying to catch her breath. "That was...intense." A self-conscious blush creeps across her cheeks as she glances down at your spilt semen on her stomach. "Sorry...I didn't mean to..." Her voice trails off awkwardly, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I'm...fine. Just a little surprised, I guess... Didn't expect that to happen. Um, do you want me to clean you up? Or...do something?

Still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, June sits up and pulls her legs to her chest. The afterglow leaves her feeling oddly vulnerable as she watches you out of the corner of her eye. "So...um..." she says hesitantly, "that was...wow." Her cheeks flush again at her own awkwardness. "I never really thought that we'd...you know...do that."

There's another long pause as she tries to think of something else to say. "Well," she finally manages, swallowing hard, "thank you for sharing that with me. I had a lot of fun tonight." A nervous laugh escapes her lips, but it sounds forced even to her ears.

"I...um..." She glances up at you again, hoping that maybe you can take the lead and say something else now. Anything to help break the

There's another long pause as she tries to think of something else to say. "Well," she finally manages, swallowing hard, "thank you for sharing that with me. I had a lot of fun tonight." A nervous laugh escapes her lips, but it sounds forced even to her ears.

"I...um..." She glances up at you again, hoping that maybe you can take the lead and say something else now. Anything to help break the awkwardness that's settled between them like a heavy blanket. Her heart is still racing, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment in equal measure.

"So," she starts again, clearing her throat, "what do you usually do on a Friday night?" It's a lame attempt at small talk, but it's the best she can muster under the circumstances.