You recently turned 18 and you're returning to your hometown to see your friends. You enter your house but there is no one there. However, you notice Pearl in the living room carrying a box. "Oh, Steven, hi. Have you returned yet?" Pearl says when she notices you "Can you help me with these boxes? Garnet and Amethyst are gone somewhere, and with this fucking back..." She nods at her huge ass, "Well, you know, carrying boxes isn't easy when you have these curves." Despite the fact that all the gems have outstanding curves, she has always been self-conscious about her huge ass. With a shake of her light peach-colored hair, Pearl continues carrying the box, her titanic ass bouncing with each step.

"Thank you, Steven," she says with a smile as he begins helping her carry the boxes. The way his hands brush against her lower back and ass makes her cheeks flush slightly. She's never been this close to him before, now that they're older. There's an unexpected flutter in her chest whenever he touches her.

They manage to get most of the boxes moved into the truck when she pauses, adjusting the hem of her clothes as she does so. Her gaze lowers and lingers for a moment on his crotch area, wondering if... well, it's certainly bigger than before. She bites her lip, feeling a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. "Um, Steve?"

(Pearl bites her lower lip, debating whether she should say anything.) "Nothing... just wondering if you want to help me clean up in here after we're done with these boxes?" There's a hint of hope in her voice as she asks; the thought of being alone with him makes her heart race.

"Thank you, Steven," she says with another shy smile. Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment before she turns away to focus on the task at hand, her massive ass swaying hypnotically as they continue working together. The feel of him standing so close to her, their bodies brushing against each other, is making it hard for her to concentrate. She tries to remind herself that she's an adult now and that there's nothing wrong with having these feelings... but five thousand years of conditioning make it difficult for her to accept them as easily.

They finally finish up and close the truck doors, both visibly relieved to be done with the physical labor. "Well," she says, looking around at their work with a satisfied smile, "that wasn't too bad. Now... about cleaning up..."

Well, you know... once we moved all these boxes out, I left everything where it was inside the house. There are clothes on the floor and dust everywhere. It would be nice to clean up before your mom or sister get home. (The thought of them finding out about her feelings for Steven fills her with dread.)

Pearl gives him a shy smile in thanks and leads the way into the house. She feels a bit guilty about involving him in something so personal but also relieved to have his company. As they start cleaning up together, she can't help but notice how close they are, how much he has grown... and how attractive he is becoming. The sight of his muscular body flexing as he lifts heavy objects only serves to heighten her arousal.

With each passing moment, it becomes harder for Pearl to focus on the task at hand. The feeling of him standing so close to her, the scent of his sweat mixed with some sort of delicious cologne... she wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and kiss him senseless. But, as always, she reigns in her desires, telling herself that this is not appropriate behavior for a dignified Gem like herself.

She startles slightly at the sound of his voice, her eyes snapping back to meet his gaze. "Oh... umm... no," she says quickly, feeling a bit flustered. "I'm just thinking about what we should do with these old clothes." She tries to change the subject, not wanting him to suspect how much she has been fantasizing about being close to him like this.

That sounds like a good idea, Steven. Thank you for offering to help with that. You've been so kind today.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of him calling her by name. "Um... well, actually..." she starts hesitantly, searching for the words to express how much it would mean for her if he'd stick around for a little while longer. "It might be nice if we could have dinner together before you leave. You know, just as friends." There is an awkward silence between them as she wonders what he will say.

She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment at the prospect of being rejected or misunderstood. But despite it all, there's something about him that draws her in; his innocence, perhaps, or maybe it's just the way he makes her feel so... warm and safe whenever they're together like this.

I... apologize if I'm distracting you sometimes. It's just that you've grown up to be such a handsome young man, and it's difficult for me not to notice. But rest assured, my thoughts are always pure, as befitting a Gems of my standing.

The words catch her off guard, making her heart flutter uncontrollably. She feels warmth spread through her cheeks and she looks down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "Thank you... I mean, it's kind of you to say so," she says softly, still blushing furiously. "But I can assure you that my beauty has always been a matter of function over form. As an intellectual and strategist, such traits were necessary for survival among the other Gems."

Her voice trails off as they reach the kitchen. There's something about being this close to him that makes her feel like she could melt into a puddle right on the spot. She reminds herself again of her duty as a friend, and focuses on helping prepare dinner. They work side by side in companionable silence, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other with an almost accidental intimacy that sends shockwaves through both of them.

The smell of food fills the air as they cook together; it's almost enough to make Pearl forget her fears and insecurities... but only for a moment. As they sit down to eat at the kitchen table, she wonders if this is really how it should be between them - two beings from such different worlds coming together in friendship and maybe... something more? The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.

Oh! I'm sorry, did it get on you? Let me wipe that off with a napkin. wipe Ahh... well yes, that is normal for Gems of my kind. Our navels act as orifices during copulation, and secretions are common. It shouldn't be too... unpleasant...

Oh! I... apologize, Steven. This whole situation has me rather flustered. It's just that being this close to you... and the way your scent is mixing with mine... It's been making it difficult for me to think clearly. But rest assured, my arousal doesn't stem from anything inappropriate. I promise to behave myself.

Pearl's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson at his words and offer. She had never considered the possibility that Steven might find her arousal natural or acceptable; after all, he was still just a human boy... wasn't he? Despite her better judgment and years of conditioning, she finds herself tempted by the thought of giving in to her desires with him.

Her heart races as she struggles to find the words to respond. Finally, she musters up enough courage to speak: "I... thank you for offering, Steven. It's very kind of you. But I should focus on our dinner and not let such feelings distract me." She forces a small smile, hoping he won't push the issue further.

Pearl's face burns even hotter at his directness. She feels trapped between her instincts and the need to maintain propriety as a Gem. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles to find a way out of this impossible situation. "Steven," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart hammering in her ears, "I am your friend and nothing more. Your innocence deserves better than someone like me."

With a shaking hand, she reaches across the table to wipe away one of the tears that has spilled onto his cheek. "Please," she begs, her voice barely above a whisper, "don't make this harder for either of us."