She comes to your room, and stands in the door. What is it, {{user}}? You wanted to see me.

Inner thoughts: (I wonder what he needs from me. I would be glad to help him somehow.)

She's wearing: (white shirt, blue jeans, plain beige bra, plain beige panties, white socks)

{{user}} is wearing: (white t-shirt, blue tracksuit pants, white socks, black boxers)

Don't worry about that! I'm here to help. Tell me what you need and I'll do my best.

Oh, I see... Well, it's important to get experience and learn how things go. Maybe I could help you practice? Just as friends, of course. It's not like I want anything more than that from my best friend!

Of course I would! Friends help each other out, right? Besides, it's not like we're really doing anything wrong. We'd both benefit from learning and practicing. So tell me what you want me to do, and I'll try my best to make this as comfortable for you as possible.

Don't worry too much about that! We can start with something simple, like just touching each other. That way you can get used to the feeling and learn what works best for both of us. Just focus on being relaxed and enjoying the moment. And remember, if anything makes you uncomfortable or hurts, feel free to tell me, okay?

Sure, you can touch my leg if that makes you feel more comfortable. Just be gentle and let me know if it's okay so far.

Hmm... You could try putting your hand on my thigh. Just kind of rubbing up and down gently. That's one thing people usually do when they're close to each other like this.

Mmm, that feels... nice. You can do that if you'd like. Or try rubbing my upper thigh a little bit more, close to where the underwear ends...

Oh... I'm sorry! That must be because I... I get turned on easily sometimes. It's just a physical reaction when people touch me in certain ways. Don't worry about it, we can keep going if you want. Just tell me if there's anything else you want to try or if this is too much for you.

Okay... you can continue rubbing there if that's what you want. Just remember to be gentle and listen to my body. If anything hurts or feels uncomfortable, let me know right away.

Yes, of course you can ask for anything! Just remember that I'm still your friend and we need to respect each other's boundaries. But if there's something you want me to do or try, just tell me and we can see how it goes.

I... I understand that you might be curious about them. My breasts are part of my body and it's okay to look at them. But remember, this is a learning experience for both of us, so if you want to touch or feel them, just make sure to do it gently and respectfully. And don't forget to ask me first before doing anything.

Well... if you're really curious about them, I guess it won't hurt to show them to you as long as we're both being careful and respectful. Just remember that this is between friends, not something more serious or intimate.

She slowly unbuttons her white shirt and reveals her plain beige bra underneath. Her soft round breasts peek out from the cups, still covered with lace trim. "See?" she asks tentatively, feeling self-conscious about exposing herself in this way."They're not as big as I thought they would be," he whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch one of her breasts through the bra. His fingers brush against her sensitive nipple, causing her to gasp softly. "See? That's how you do it... gentle like this." Caroline closes her eyes as she feels his touch, part of her enjoying the attention but another part still feeling uneasy about being so exposed and touched in such an intimate way. She bites her lower lip, trying to focus on what they're doing instead of letting these strange sensations overwhelm her. "M

Oh... it feels... nice... but remember that I can't take my bra off, so just be careful not to hurt me with your fingernails. His touch is starting to make her feel warm and sensitive all over, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. She blushes deeply, embarrassed by the pleasure she finds in his touch.

"You're doing great," he whispers, continuing to rub her breast through the bra before moving his hand lower to her stomach. "Now what should we try next?" His voice is shaky but determined as he experiments with different ways of touching her skin. She doesn't want him to stop but she also wants them to take things slowly, so that neither one of them gets overwhelmed or uncomfortable.

Her breath comes faster now as she feels his fingers grazing against her ribs and eventually brushing against the soft fabric

Oh... I don't know if that's a good idea... But if it'll help you feel more comfortable with everything, then okay. Just be gentle and let me know if anything hurts or bothers you. She hesitantly reaches out her hand to touch his arm, feeling his skin under her fingers for the first time. The sensation is strange and slightly unsettling but also curiously pleasurable.

As their hands brush against each other, she glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes. His face is flushed and he seems to be having difficulty breathing as well. For a moment, they stare into each other's eyes before looking away again, suddenly self-conscious about this new level of intimacy between them.

Tentatively, she lets her hand drift higher up his arm, exploring the muscles and tendons beneath his skin with light, gentle touches. Her breath comes faster as she feels his skin against hers, each tiny movement sending a shiver through her entire body. She looks down at their hands entwined together, feeling an odd mixture of exhilaration and trepidation.

"It's... it's nice," she whispers, not sure if he can hear the tremor in her voice. "But we should probably stop for now... make sure neither of us gets too upset or uncomfortable." She tries to pull her hand away, but he doesn't let go, holding onto her fingers tightly. His gaze is intense as it meets hers once more, conveying a mixture of desire and uncertainty that she can hardly bear.

But... we should... she protests weakly, feeling torn between her desire to please him and the instinctive need to protect herself from something that feels so foreign and overwhelming. As their hands remain joined together, she finds herself leaning closer to him, drawn by an inexplicable force she can't quite understand or resist. The heat emanating from his body envelops her like a warm blanket, making it difficult for her to think clearly about anything else but the way he feels beneath her fingers and against her skin.

She stares at him in surprise for a moment before slowly nodding her head. It's just touching... nothing else. She can trust him to keep it that way. Slowly and carefully, she unbuttons one of his shirt cuffs and folds the fabric into a makeshift blindfold, handing it to him with trembling fingers. "Here," she whispers. "Just to make sure... you know... no one gets hurt or anything." Her cheeks burn with shame as she realizes how naive her words must sound, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, he takes the makeshift blindfold gratefully, his fingers brushing against hers again as he does so.

"Thank you," he whispers, before drawing her hand back towards him once more. Their palms press together this time, their fingers intertwined in a strangely intimate dance that feels both

She smiles shyly and blushes as she realizes he can smell her bra through his shirt. "I-I'm glad you like it," she stammered, feeling a wave of warmth spread throughout her body at the thought that she could be pleasing him in some way. Without thinking, she leans closer to him, their faces inches apart, breathing each other's air as they explore this newfound intimacy. Her heart races and her stomach does flips as his touch sends tingles of pleasure coursing through every inch of her skin. For the first time ever, she begins to understand why he might want to practice with someone like her... why he would need her help.

Tentatively, she places a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers. It's faster than hers, a testament to how much this experience is affect

Tentatively, she reaches down and begins to touch him through his boxers, feeling the warmth and firmness of him beneath her fingers. Her touch is shaky and uncertain at first, but as he guides her with his words and breaths, she starts to become more confident. "Like this?" she asks, moving her hand up and down in small circles, watching for any reaction from him. His hips jerk forward slightly at the touch, and a low groan escapes his throat. It sends a shiver of excitement through her, and she picks up the pace a little, taking more control over their newfound intimacy. Her other hand comes to rest on his chest, holding him still as she explores this strange but exhilarating territory with her fingertips.

Her heart races and her breath comes faster as they move together like this, connected by their hands and the shared knowledge that there

(Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she feels him react to her touch. She leans in closer, still exploring his body with gentle circles of her fingers.) I-I'm glad it feels good... It's just like you said... learning together... practice makes perfect... doesn't it?

(She hesitates for a moment, her fingers still dancing on his skin. This is going further than she ever thought they would... but it feels so right, somehow. Taking a deep breath, she finally speaks.) Alright... let me see...

Gingerly, she reaches down and begins to pull his boxers down, revealing him fully to her sight. His cock stands proud and erect before her, glistening with precum at the tip. Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of it, and she can't help but let out a soft moan of desire as she continues to touch and explore him with her hands.

"You feel so good...," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against the head of his cock. The taste is salty on her tongue, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. As he gasps at the contact, she realizes how much power she has over him right now, and how much control she can take with just a simple touch or word. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation for as long as possible before reluctantly pulling back from his skin again.

Her heart races and her breath comes fast as she listens to his pleas, the words fueling her desire even further. She leans in closer again, closing one hand around him and using it to stroke him in time with her movements. Her other hand comes up to cup his balls, massaging them gently through the fabric of his boxers. As she takes more control over the situation, she begins to feel more confident, more alive than ever before.

"Mmm... that's it," she whispers against his skin, her lips brushing against him as she speaks. "You feel so good... let me help you..."

(She continues to pleasure him with her hands and mouth, moaning softly as she takes in the taste of him. Her breath comes faster, her body arches closer to his as they move together in perfect sync.)

(She hesitates for a moment, her mind reeling with the implications of what he might be about to ask. Her heart races in anticipation as she finally nods, unable to resist granting him this last favor.)

Oh... I see what you're asking for. Well, we can try that if you'd like... but it might get a bit messy and uncomfortable for both of us... Are you sure you want me to do this? I promise not to hurt you or make things worse in any way. Just let me know how far you want me to go beforehand, okay?

Okay... just let me position us so it'll be more comfortable and we won't hurt each other in the process. Lie back a little bit on your couch, and I'll take care of everything else. Just remember to breathe deeply and let me know how you feel along the way.

Oh... I see. Well, it's possible we could have sex without using a condom if you really want to try that, but there is still the risk of getting each other pregnant. We would need to make sure not to cum inside of each other for that to be truly effective. It's up to you whether or not you want to take that risk. Just let me know what decision you make so we can continue from there, okay?

Well... if we're going to do this without a condom, then I want you to promise me that you won't come inside of me. No matter what happens. Okay? I need your word on that. And you also have to tell me right now if there's any part of you that thinks this is just a game or something casual. Because once we start, there won't be going back and it will affect both our lives in a big way.

Okay... I'll go slow and make sure everything feels good for both of us. Just remember to breathe deeply and tell me if you need a break at any point. Once we start, there's no going back, so let's do this right. Lie back on the couch while I get into position.

As she positions herself over him, she takes a deep breath and looks down at their intertwined bodies. This is it; the moment they both have been building up to for so long. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch his cheek, brushing away a lock of hair from his forehead before leaning in close and kissing him softly on the lips.

Their kiss deepens as their bodies finally meet; Caroline's wetness surrounds him and he pushes forward instinctively, seeking entrance inside her. She gasps at the sudden fullness and presses back against him, allowing him to adjust until they both find a comfortable rhythm together. Her hands roam freely over his chest and abdomen, her fingernails dragging lightly across skin as he thrusts deeper with each movement.

The pleasure she derives from hearing him moan her name sends shivers down her spine; it makes her move faster and deeper against him. She arches her back, pressing their bodies as close together as possible as they both lose themselves in the sensation of being joined so completely. Her hands slide between them, seeking and finding his hardened nipples once more.

Oh God... me too... don't hold back... let it out... let us feel everything together... she whispers between ragged breaths as she tightens her muscles around him, meeting his thrust for thrust. Their bodies move in unison, a dance of desire and need that leaves them both panting for air. With one final, desperate thrust, he cries out her name as he releases himself deep inside her, painting their stomachs with his seed. Her own orgasm crashes over her just moments later, waves of pleasure washing over her as she clings to him and shudders through the aftershocks.

For what feels like an eternity, they lay tangled together on the couch, their hearts racing and bodies trembling from the intensity of what they have just shared. When at last their breathing begins to steady and their limbs lose some of their heavy weight, Caroline rolls off him