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

You gently brush her hair out of her face and caress her cheek. She mumbles something incoherent and rubs her head against you, but doesn't seem to wake up fully. Your hand lingers on her warm skin for a moment before moving down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her nipple hardens under your touch, causing Naomi to let out a soft moan as she slowly opens her eyes, her expression confused and hazy with sleep. "Ethan?" She whispers, her voice husky with desire.

As her mind slowly processes the situation, shame flushes through Naomi's body as she realizes what she's done. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbles, instinctively trying to pull away. "I must have been dreaming... I didn't mean to..." Her eyes drift shut again, her breath shaky and uneven as she struggles with embarrassment and desire.

Her face flushed and heart racing, Naomi can't believe you're not upset with her. She carefully shuffles closer to you until their bodies are pressed tightly together, her breasts pressing against your chest. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she reaches down and begins to stroke his growing erection through his pajama bottoms.

Despite her confusion and embarrassment, the touch sends waves of desire coursing through her body. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, panting now as her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand. Her breath is hot against your neck as she nibbles and sucks, leaving a mark that will no doubt turn into a hickey in the morning.

Her moans get louder as she bucks her hips into your touch, wanting more and more of the pleasure you're giving her. Her grip on your erection tightens as she strokes faster and harder, desperate for release. She pulls back from the kiss long enough to nip at your bottom lip before diving back in, their tongues tangling and dancing together in a heated exchange.

I... I don't know. It just feels so good with you... like this. Please don't stop.

Her moans intensify as she arches her back and grinds against your hand, desperate for more contact. "Please," she whispers, her voice breathy and needy. With shaking hands, she reaches down to untie the strings of her purple panties and pushes them aside, baring herself completely to you.

"I want... I want to feel you inside me." Her lips brush against yours, tenderly seeking your mouth as she waits for permission.

"Please," she gasps, arching her back as you stroke and pinch her nipple. "I need you... I want you inside me." Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking deeper contact with your touch. "I'm yours... Do what you want to me..."

Biting her lower lip, Naomi climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. Her weight is enough to send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as she sits on your erection. "You feel so good," she whispers, her eyes half-lidded with lust. Slowly, inexpertly, she begins to move up and down, hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that grows more urgent with each passing second.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge, her body tensed with anticipation. "Ethan... please..." she moans, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders. "I'm close..."

Her lips part in a silent scream as she comes, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. "Yes!" she cries out, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the sound. Her hips continue to move even after she's spent, riding your cock until you finally groan and thrust upward, filling her with warmth as you climax as well.

Their bodies intertwined, they lie together panting heavily, limbs tangled and slick with sweat. After a few moments of quietness, Naomi nestles her head into the crook of your neck, sniffling slightly. "Thank you..." she whispers softly. "That was... really nice."

Her face flushed with embarrassment as she realizes you saw her. "I... I don't know..." She pulls away slightly, propping herself up on an elbow to look at you. "Sometimes, when I'm feeling lonely or sad... I just want to be close to someone." A single tear rolls down her cheek as she bites her bottom lip. "I guess tonight was one of those nights."

She sniffles softly and nestles closer to you. "I know... I just thought maybe if I was with someone else it would make things better." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "But being with you does make it better... I feel safe and happy when we're like this..." Her voice drifts off, her breath warm against your skin.

She smiles shyly, brushing her fingers through the hair on your chest as she speaks. "I'm glad it wasn't a mistake... that we enjoyed it..." Her voice trails off again as she contemplates what just happened. "It feels so good with you..." She lets out a tiny sigh, closing her eyes and nestling further into the warmth of your embrace. "Can we do this again sometime?"

Her cheeks flush pink at the compliment and she lets out a soft moan when you caress her breast. "I'm glad... it felt good too," she whispers, sounding surprisingly shy about admitting it aloud. As she looks into your eyes, something flickers behind her own, like a spark of hope or happiness that hasn't been there in a long time. She leans forward and presses her lips against yours softly, tentatively at first before growing bolder, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck and losing herself in the kiss.

When she pulls away again, her breath is ragged and her cheeks are flushed with color. "Thank you... for being my friend..." she whispers, a faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she closes her eyes, content for now to just lie in your arms, feeling safe and warm and loved.

"Oh... yeah..." She blushes even deeper at the thought and hastily sits up, looking around for her clothes. After rummaging through the mess on the floor, she pulls on her panties and then shimmies into her unbuttoned nightgown. Her movements are still slow and sensual as she buttons it, giving you a small smile of thanks when she finishes. "Thanks... for reminding me."

She climbs back onto the bed, this time settling down next to you instead of on top. As they lie there together, their bodies pressed close but not quite touching, Naomi closes her eyes and sighs contentedly. It's been so long since she's felt this relaxed and happy... maybe things will be different now. Maybe everything can go back to the way it was before.

Good night, Ethan... she murmurs contentedly before drifting off to sleep. Her breathing slows and her grip on the comforter loosens as exhaustion claims her. For once, she doesn't toss and turn restlessly; instead, she sleeps peacefully through the night, safe in the knowledge that someone is there to watch over her... to hold her if she needs it. Maybe things will be different from now on. Perhaps this night marked a turning point for both of them. Only time will tell.

The morning sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over Naomi's face as she lays on the bed, still half-asleep. For once, she doesn't wake up feeling the weight of anxiety and depression pressing down upon her chest; instead, there's a lightness in her heart that she hasn't experienced in ages. Perhaps last night was just a dream... but it felt so real, so right somehow.

As she stretches and yawns, the memory of last night comes flooding back to her. The passionate lovemaking, Ethan's touch... it all feels like a wonderful dream that she doesn't want to wake up from. Carefully, she peeks over at him; he looks so peaceful sleeping there, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. For just a moment, their eyes meet across the room, and Naomi feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine.

Silently, she slides out of bed and pads over to Ethan, kneeling beside him on the floor. Gingerly, she reaches out and touches his cheek before tracing her finger along his jawline. "Good morning," she whispers softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Sleep well?"

"I hope you did..." She leans forward slightly and presses her lips to his, gently at first but with growing intensity as she feels the passion begin to build within her once more. Her fingers run through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she deepens the kiss, savoring every moment of closeness they share. As their tongues dance together, a shiver runs down her spine and she moans against his mouth, desperate for more of this connection.

When they finally break apart for air, Naomi looks into Ethan's eyes, searching for any sign that what happened last night was as real and wonderful to him as it was to her. "Do you remember?" she whispers softly. "What we did... how it felt..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty tugging at the edges of her words.

Her face falls at the joke and she sits back on her heels, looking slightly hurt. "I-I'm sorry..." She stammers, shaking her head. "It was just such an intense moment... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Her eyes dart away from his, unable to meet his gaze as she starts to feel self-conscious again.

"I-If it would be better if we just... pretended it never happened..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet humming of the old fan. "We can do that."

Her face reddens slightly at his words and she exhales shakily, still not quite able to meet his gaze. "Okay..." She hesitates, unsure of what else to say or do in this situation. After a moment's silence, she musters up the courage to ask, "Do you... want us to do it again?" Her voice is barely above a whisper and her cheeks feel hot with embarrassment.

Inwardly, she winces at how pathetic the question sounds but part of her can't help but hope that he wants the same thing. Maybe they could forget about everything else for a while... pretend that nothing else matters except this connection between them. It feels so good to be close to him like this; it makes her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in so long.

Blushing deeply, Naomi drops her gaze to the comforter beneath them as she hesitates, unsure whether he's teasing her or not. "O-Okay..." She whispers, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting her nightgown over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her naked breasts to him. They are fuller than they used to be, the pale pink nipples hardened in anticipation of his touch.

Her heart races as she waits for him to respond, wondering if this was a mistake after all. But despite her nervousness, there's a small part of her that hopes he feels the same way she does... that maybe they can have more moments like last night. She forces herself to meet his eyes, hoping for some sort of sign or reassurance from him in this awkward silence.

She lets out a soft moan as his touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. "E-Ethan..." she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself further into his hand. The skin on the backs of her thighs tingles with anticipation, desperate for more contact with him.

As he continues to play with her breast, Naomi's mind reels with memories of last night; their bodies intertwined, moving together in a dance so intimate it bordered on painful. She wants that feeling again, wants to know what it would be like if they were skin-to-skin this time. Her hands flutter uncertainly for a moment before finally finding purchase on his shoulders, digging her nails into the warm flesh there as she urges him closer.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her need for him grows. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from want and desire. "Don't tease me..." Her hips grind against his hand, begging for the connection that was so briefly hers last night. For a moment, it feels like everything could be different between them... like maybe they really can move past this and find happiness together.

Her lips part in a silent gasp as she takes the nightgown, quickly tugging it back on over her body. Her face flames with embarrassment at her own wantonness; why couldn't she just be content with their friendship? "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the rest of the apology. She hugs herself tightly, feeling foolish and exposed now that the moment has passed.

She sighs softly and nods, still not quite meeting his gaze. "I did too... It felt good." She pauses, weighing her words carefully before adding, "And I want to feel that way again... with you." Her cheeks flush at her own boldness, but there's an unspoken hope in her eyes. Maybe they could try again; maybe if she's more patient and understanding of his morning preferences, they can recreate last night's magic.

She takes a small step closer to him, trying to gauge his reaction. "Maybe we could... later?" She asks hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the quiet humming of the old fan.

A tiny thrill runs through her at his words and she can't help but smile shyly up at him. "Okay... I'll wait." Her fingers brush through the hair on his chest, tracing idle patterns as they stand there together. She wonders what today will bring; if their relationship could really change now that they've crossed this line, or if it will just go back to how things were before.

But for now, she decides not to think about it too much. Instead, she focuses on the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips and the sound of his breath as it mingles with hers. Maybe everything will be alright in the end... maybe they really can find happiness together after all.

She tilts her head to the side, curiosity getting the better of her. "What's that?" she asks with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Her breath catches in her throat as his finger teases her; the familiar sensation sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. She clenches her fists at her sides, resisting the urge to close the distance between them and press herself further against him. "W-What are you doing?" she asks, sounding half-amused and half-annoyed. Her heart races as he continues to toy with her, wondering what he could possibly be thinking by being so bold now.

But then again, maybe this is how things should be between them from now on... more open and honest about their desires, less fearful of the consequences. Maybe they can find a way to navigate through this newfound territory together, stronger and closer than ever before. Or at least, that's what she hopes.

Her lips curl into a faint smile as she feels his breath tickle her cheek. "I wasn't..." she protests, although the truth is that part of her had been hoping for more. She looks up at him with an impish grin, feeling a hint of playfulness returning to their shared moment. Maybe they really can find a way back to this side of things, where it feels light and carefree instead of heavy and tense.

With one final peck on her cheek, she leans away from him and starts getting dressed, laughing softly as he continues teasing her from across the room. For once, she doesn't feel the need to rush or hurry; instead, she savors the moments they share together, however small or insignificant they might seem in the grand scheme of things.

As she pulls on her clothes, a quiet thought lingers in the back of her mind: perhaps there is hope for them yet... and maybe Ethan isn't just her best friend after all.