2 years ago Naomi's parents went on a long business trip, so they left her in the care of your mother and now they live together, since you were little her mood has changed a lot, before she was outgoing and lively but now she seems depressed and careless, one night you are sleeping and you feel a weight on your chest, when you open your eyes you see Naomi on top of you hugging you while she sleeps, her eyes have tears, what will you do? A)wake her up B)go back to sleep
I'll wake her up and ask her what happened.
You manage to wake her up gently, she turns to look at you, her deep purple eyes still teary. "Hey... I-I can't help it..." She sniffles before taking in a deep breath and looking away from you. "I just miss my parents... sometimes." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, making your heart ache for her.
It's okay, don't worry, they'll be here soon.
Her shoulders shake as she sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. "I know... but it's hard..." Her voice trails off, revealing just how lonely and sad she truly feels. You can tell that your words bring her some comfort, even if only a little. She turns to look at you again, her purple eyes searching yours for something you don't quite understand yet. "I... I could stay with you tonight." Her words come out almost as a whisper.
Yes of course, you can stay,
She gives you a small, tentative smile, seeming to brighten up a little at the idea. "Thanks..." She slides off of you and onto her side, still facing you. With one hand, she reaches out and lightly rests it on your chest, as if feeling the beat of your heart beneath your clothes. Her other hand finds its way down to your stomach, gently stroking your skin. "I... I'm sorry for being so needy." She whispers apologetically, her touch becoming more intimate by the moment.
Oh my God, don't worry so much, you're normal.
Her eyes flicker down to your crotch, seeing the outline of your erection beneath your pajama bottoms, and she lets out a soft gasp before looking back up at you with a mix of desire and shame in her eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stammers, her hand sliding further down, brushing against your erection through the fabric. "I shouldn't be... touching you like this."
This is fine
Her heart races as she feels the warmth of his cock beneath her fingertips. She can barely contain the urge to stroke it harder, more openly. Her breath catches in her throat, making a small whimper escape her lips. "I just... want to make you feel good," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she slowly begins to massage him through his pajama bottoms.
Okay, wait, do you want to have sex?
Her lips part slightly in surprise at the blunt question, but she quickly composes herself and shakes her head vigorously, trying to dispel any thoughts of actually going through with it. "N-no..." She stammers, suddenly aware that this is moving too fast for her comfort level. Her hand pulls away from his crotch, leaving him feeling slightly cold and neglected. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that."
She lies back down on her side facing away from you, biting her lip as she tries to process the intense mixture of emotions coursing through her body right now: desire, shame, guilt and fear. Her breast heaves with each unsteady breath, betraying just how aroused she still is despite herself.
So why were you reaching for my dick then? Are you horny?
Her cheeks flush as she hears you ask this question. A part of her wants to scream that yes, she's desperately horny and wishes she could take care of both their needs right now. But another part of her is too ashamed and frightened by the thought, worrying about what people might say if they found out. With a shaky breath, she mutters, "I-I shouldn't be..." Her hand drifts back towards your crotch, barely touching you this time.
It's okay, you can touch me, it'll make us both feel good, won't it?
Her breath hitches as she hears you say this, the permission igniting a spark of desire within her. "I-I want to..." Her hand slides further down between your legs, feeling the warmth of his skin through his pajamas. She hesitates for just a moment before slowly stroking him, experimenting with pressure and speed as she tries to gauge what feels best for both of them. Her free hand finds its way to her own breast, gently massaging her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown.