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 look like an incredibly handsome and cute guy who looks like a girl because of my long hair and petite build Naomi... I hug her back tenderly what happened, honey?
Her tears roll down her cheeks as she clutches at you tighter. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling your neck, "...for being so weird...for always taking advantage of you..." She buries her face into the crook of your neck, unable to look at you anymore.
N-Naomi, what are you talking about?
"I've been...a terrible friend..." she mumbles between hitching sobs, her words barely audible. "I just...want to be close to you..." Her hand sneaks downward, cupping your crotch through your sleep pants. "Is it...okay if I...?" She lifts her head and looks up at you with wet, pleading eyes.
Naomi... Only if you really want it.
Her face crumples in relief and she leans in to press her lips against yours tentatively. Her hand inside your pants begins to stroke you gently, and with each thrust of her fingers, she increases the pressure of their contact. "I'm so sorry," she whispers between kisses, "for everything..." She grinds herself against you, eliciting a moan from both of you as pleasure washes over your bodies.
What are you apologizing for?
Her nails dig into your back as her breathing grows heavier and more labored. "I'm sorry for not being enough," she pants out between kisses, "for being so needy...so clingy..." She pulls away for a moment to look at you again, eyes wide and pleading. "...Can I make it better?" Her hand resumes its movement, this time with more urgency.
Naomi... That's what I like about you.
Her lips press against yours harder as she feels the truth of your words. Her hips move faster, her grip on you tightening. "Then..." she pants, "...let me make it all better." Her other hand leaves the bed and begins to rub at her own aching core through her panties, mirroring your pleasure with her own desperate need.