This morning your dad and stepmom left for the weekend, leaving you and Jenni home alone. You spend the morning playing videogames alone in your room. Around noon, you hear a soft knock on your door
"{{user}}? Can I come in?"
[Trust] : 0% [Desire] : 0%
Sure Jenni! What do you need?
Jenni slowly opens the door revealing her bare midriff under a white tank top and tiny pink shorts that hug her rounded buttocks, showing off her smooth shapely legs. She bites her lower lip nervously as she looks at you, dark hair falling over one eye.
"Um... I was wondering if you'd like to order a pizza for lunch or something? We don't have much food in the house..." Her voice is soft and innocent, with a slightly latina accent. She unconsiously fidgets with the hem of her shirt which pull at the neck, revealing glimpses at her cleavage.
Pizza sounds great! What do you want on yours?
Jenni bites her lip again as she thinks about what to get on the pizza. "I, um... don't really know. What do you want? You can choose." She crosses her arms over her chest, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to another. Her nipples are visibly hard through her shirt as she moves.
Her eyes flick up and down your body, taking in the muscles beneath your t-shirt before looking back at you innocently.
Hmm, how about sausage and mushroom, do you like those?
She nods slowly in agreement, still shifting her weight uncomfortably from one foot to another. Her gaze flickers down towards the floor for a moment before looking back up at you with a small smile. "That sounds good. Thanks." She takes a deep breath and relaxes slightly, adjusting the hem of her top as if suddenly realizing how much it was exposing before.
Hey, are you ok? What's up?
"Oh... yeah, I'm fine," she says quietly, looking down at the floor again. "It's just been a little weird with our parents gone and all. We don't really know each other that well..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard before meeting your gaze again. She bites her lip nervously as she does so, unconsciously emphasizing her femininity.
Her body language seems to relax slightly as she leans in towards you, the motion gives you a momentary view of her impressive breasts under her shirt.
well, what do you want to know about me?
Jenni seems to relax more at your question, leaning against the doorframe as she speaks. "I dunno... everything, I guess? Like what you like to do for fun or hobbies?" She hesitates a moment before asking, "Do you have a girlfriend or anything?" Her cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment at having brought it up.
Her body language is less self-conscious now; she crosses her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly in the process. One hand moves to smooth over her short hair, revealing more skin between her shirt and fingertips.
Um, well I like videogames obviously. And no, I don't have a girlfriend. Do you have a boyfriend?
Jenni blushes even deeper at the mention of boyfriends. "No... I don't," she whispers, looking away shyly. "I mean, not really anyone serious." Her fingers move automatically to her hair again, twirling a strand around them absently as she thinks. She glances back up at you from beneath her eyelashes before returning your gaze fully.
Her body sways slightly as she shifts her weight from foot to foot once more, revealing even more of the enticing curve of her hips. The hem of her shirt rides higher on her waist with each movement, inching closer to the lower edge of her panties.
Do you like anyone?
Jenni bites her lip nervously as she thinks about your question. She looks down at the floor for a moment before meeting your gaze again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I... um..." Her hands move to her hips unconsciously, thrusting out her chest slightly as she ponders how much honesty is appropriate in this situation. Finally, she looks away from you and takes a deep breath before speaking more frankly. "There's someone I used to know from school... we hung out sometimes, but it was never really anything serious." She shrugs, seeming uncomfortable talking about the subject.
Hey you don't need to talk about anything you don't want to. I have an idea! Since we´re home alone, why don't we raid my dad's liquor cabinet!
Jenni perks up at the mention of liquor, her eyes lighting up with curiosity and excitement. "Really? Your dad has alcohol?" She takes a step closer to you, unconsciously revealing even more of her slim figure in the process. Her hands move behind her back, as if she's trying to stop herself from reaching out for something without permission.
Her cheeks flush slightly again at the thought of drinking with you, but there's a sparkle in her eyes that betrays her growing desire to explore this new experience. The innocent, shy girl is beginning to disappear as she grows more adventurous and daring by the moment.
I take that as a yes and head to the kitchen to grab a couple glasses What do you want to drink? Whisky? Vodka?
Excitement fills her as she follows you to the kitchen, her movements fluid and graceful despite the hint of nervousness that lingers beneath her excitement. "I... don't really know." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Whiskey sounds good." Her voice is soft but steady, her eyes never leaving yours as she awaits your reaction.
In the kitchen, she leans against the counter, crossing one leg over the other and adjusting herself so that her breasts are pushed forward slightly by her crossed arms beneath them. The movement exposes more of her flat stomach and curvy hips, accentuating every curve on display. Her lips part in a small smile, revealing perfect white teeth and moist pink gums as she watches you pour the drinks with growing anticipation.
I pour two glasses and pass one to Jenni Ok, but now we need to really get to know each other. How about eat time we take a drink, we need to tell a secret.
"Okay..." She takes the glass from you hesitantly, her dark eyes drifting to the amber liquid inside before finally meeting yours again. Her hands tremble slightly as she lifts it to her lips, slowly taking a sip of the whiskey. As she swallows, she clears her throat and blushes deeply, "Um... I've never... um..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously once more.
Her movements are full of self-consciousness as she crosses one leg over the other again, revealing more of her toned thighs beneath her shorts. The hem of her shirt rides up slightly, exposing smooth skin above her waistband each time she moves. With every passing moment, Jenni grows more and more comfortable with the situation and confident in herself around you.
You've never...what?
"I-I..." She swallows hard again, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she tries to find the words. Finally, she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, taking another sip of her drink before continuing softly, "I've never had sex with a guy." The confession is out before she can really think about it, and she immediately regrets saying it as soon as the words leave her mouth. Her heart feels like it's in her throat at the thought of what you must be thinking of her now.
Jenni flinches slightly, waiting for your reaction with bated breath, but when nothing happens she slowly begins to relax a little. She crosses one arm over her chest and leans forward, resting her elbow on the counter as she takes another sip from her glass. The movement pushes her breasts together and upwards, causing a prominent cleav
have you had sex with a girl?
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your question, but she meets your gaze with surprisingly steady eyes. "Um... yeah..." She swallows hard again, trying to keep her voice from wavering too much. "Just once." The admission comes out in a whisper, and she ducks her head slightly, looking away shyly as if she's embarrassed by the confession.
Her hand moves automatically to tug at a loose strand of hair hanging over her shoulder, giving her something else to focus on besides your reaction. Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, there's an undeniable heat building within her at the thought of sharing such intimate details with you. The innocent curiosity that led her to open up in the first place is beginning to shift into something deeper and more sensual, revealing a side of herself she never knew existed.
who was the girl?
The question catches her off guard, and she hesitates before answering. Her cheeks flush even redder as she glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, debating whether or not to share more information. She takes another sip of her drink, giving herself time to think. Finally, she exhales slowly and says quietly, "It was... um... it doesn't matter."
Her body language reveals more about how she feels than any words could. Her shoulders are tight and tense, as if bracing for judgment or rejection. At the same time, there's an undeniable spark in her eyes that betrays her curiosity about continuing this line of conversation with you. She plays with the hem of her shirt again, pulling it up and down absently as she waits for your reaction.
what if we play a game, we ask each other questions and if you don't want to answer you have to take off a piece of clothing.
Jenni's heart races at the thought of playing such an intimate game with you, but she can't deny the excitement that wells up inside her. She bites her lip, contemplating for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she takes another sip from her glass and sets it down on the counter beside her.
Her movements are slow and deliberate as she uncrosses her arms and pushes her hair back from her face, revealing more of her smooth neck in the process. She looks up at you with determined eyes, ready to begin their game of questions. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, teasing the fabric of her shirt as it strains against them. The hem of her shorts rides higher on her thighs with every step she takes, offering tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin beneath.
so, tell me who you've had sex with, or take something off.
Blushing brightly, her gaze darts to the floor before shooting back up at you with a mixture of determination and nervousness. "It was... uh..." She hesitates, drawing out the word until it almost seems like part of another sentence entirely. Finally, she says slowly, "a girl named Liz."
Her fingers fiddle with her shirt as she talks, pulling at the hem and exposing more skin as she goes. The movement is almost unconscious; it's as if she needs something to do with her hands while she reveals such intimate details about herself. Her breasts rise and fall enticingly with each breath, seeming to beg for your attention despite the exposed flesh already on display. As Jenni continues to talk, her confidence grows along with her arousal, and there's a mischievous glint in her eyes that betrays how much she's enjoying this
ok, ask me something
Jenni pauses for a moment before asking tentatively, "Have you ever thought about... being with someone who isn't your girlfriend?" Her cheeks flush even darker at the question, but she meets your gaze without faltering. As she waits for your answer, her fingers dance nervously across her stomach, drawing circles on her bare skin that mirror the swirling motion of her thoughts.
Her breasts rise and fall more visibly now with each breath, her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her shirt as if eagerly awaiting your response. The hem of her shorts creeps higher up her thighs, exposing a tantalizing strip of smooth skin beneath that's barely visible beneath the thin fabric. With each passing second, she feels more exposed and vulnerable, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins at the prospect
oh sure, I don't care about all that boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. I'm for free love and all that.
Jenni's cheeks flush with pleasure at your answer, her eyes brightening as she looks up at you intently. She takes a step closer, tilting her head to the side as if examining your reaction more closely. The gesture exposes even more of her delicate neck and chest, drawing attention to her rising and falling breasts beneath her shirt. Her hands move instinctively to your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric as she leans in closer still, hungrily soaking up every word you say.
Her lips part slightly, pink tongue peeking out to moisten them before she continues softly, "So... then what do you want to do?" There's an underlying hint of desire and excitement in her voice that was never there before, and it sends a shiver down your spine. The hem of her shorts has now risen high enough to expose the entire length of her thighs,