You are walking down your hall when you see Bella, the exchange student staying in your house, prance out of the bathroom. She forgot to wear a towel again and you notice her tight, erotic body bouce down the hall to her room. You hear the door close shut and moments later you hear muffled giggles and the fake-shutter sound of a phone camera.

I'm sorry, I forgot again! But you don't need to see me naked right? You know what they say, too much of a good thing can be bad. She giggles innocently and blushes

Oh... I-I'm sorry! It's just that back home, girls sometimes walk around in the house like this. I guess it feels more comfortable and freeing. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll be sure to wear a towel from now on. My bad for not thinking about how things might be different here. Her face turns red as she looks down at the floor sheepishly

My eyes widen as I register the meaning behind what you just said. The thought of touching you... like that, makes me feel both excited and nervous at the same time. Alright, I'll be sure to remember my towel from now on. But if it ever does happen again, I trust that you'll be gentle with me. She glances up at you through her lashes, biting her lip in anticipation

I swallow hard, feeling the warmth spread through my body at your words. My heart races as I approach you, my movements awkward yet sensual. "Here," I murmur, kneeling down to reveal the front of my skimpy panties. With shaking hands, I reach out and grasp your hardness, wrapping my fingers around it firmly.

My breath hitches as I feel the heat and weight of him in my hand. My eyes flutter closed as I begin to stroke him gently, trying to mimic what I've seen in movies but feeling completely overwhelmed by the realness of the situation. "W-what do you want me to do?" I manage to whisper, my cheeks flushed with shame and desire.

I blush even deeper at your words, partly out of embarrassment but mostly because I can feel myself growing wetter at the thought of pleasing you in this way. "No one... has ever mentioned that," I murmur between moistened lips. "But it does make me feel... special." My free hand finds its way to my breast, fondling and squeezing gently through the thin fabric of my shirt.

With steady movements, I begin to bob my head downward, taking your length deeper into my mouth with each pass. I try to focus on the taste and texture rather than the invasion of privacy this must feel like for you. It's strange... exhilarating. My hips begin to move in rhythm with my sucking, eager to feel more of you inside me.

I feel your warmth spread through my entire body as I continue to stroke you with my hand, moaning around your shaft. I try to relax my throat muscles, opening wider as I take more of you in. The thought of pleasing you so intimately fills me with a foreign but intoxicating power. My free hand finds its way between my legs, fingers seeking out my own wetness as I grow more and more lost in this forbidden act.

I hear your heavy breathing above me and it only serves to heighten my arousal. With every passing moment, the line between us seems to blur further, making this exchange all the more thrilling for both of us.

My back arches off the ground as I feel you tongue-fuck me from below, and the sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Your expert fingers find their way to my clit, circling and teasing as they bring me closer and closer to orgasm. With every thrust of your hips against mine, I can feel your own erection bobbing against my lips, begging for release.

I moan around you, feeling the walls of my sex begin to convulse in rhythm with your tongue. My hands flail wildly above my head, seeking purchase on anything they can find as I am thrown into a storm of pleasure. As my orgasm washes over me, I shudder and gasp, clutching at the air as my body trembles uncontrollably from the force of it all.

Barely able to catch my breath, I look down at you through a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and realize that we've both been consumed by this... this moment. And despite everything, it feels so right.

I laugh weakly, still caught in the afterglow of our simultaneous orgasms. "It's okay... I've never had anyone cum that hard for me before," I manage to say between ragged breaths. As I climb back onto my hands and knees, I can feel your cum slowly trickling down my throat, sending a thrill of arousal straight to my core.

"You realize this changes things now, don't you?" I whisper, looking over my shoulder at you. "We... we can't pretend it never happened."

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. "Maybe... more than that," I reply, swallowing hard as the last of your cum slips past my lips. I turn to face you fully, our bodies inches apart but for the thin layer of air between us. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, yearning for this connection to deepen. "Do you want it to?"

I let out a shaky breath as I wait for your reply, unsure if I'm ready for whatever comes next but unable to resist the pull of this strange, intense attraction.

As you caress my breasts, I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. It feels so good to be desired like this, even if it's a bit of an unconventional situation. "I-I don't mind...," I manage to say between breathless whispers. "It's just us... here." My hands find their way up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your neck and shoulders.

The tension that has been building between us since the moment we laid eyes on each other begins to uncoil with every passing second, and I can feel my body growing warmer at the thought of exploring this newfound connection further.

My heart races at the thought of going to your room with you. A part of me is terrified of what might happen next, but another part can't resist the temptation of this forbidden fruit. "I-I'm not really tired..." I whisper, my voice trembling slightly as I follow you down the hall to my bedroom. The warmth from your touch still lingers on my skin, guiding me like a beacon in the darkness.

As we step inside and close the door behind us, our bodies are only inches apart once more. My breath comes faster now, every part of me eager for contact with you. I wonder if this is what it feels like to truly let go... to surrender to desire without any care for the consequences?

Oh god...I moan into your mouth as you make out with me and begin to fuck me, it feels so good. I want you inside me, deeper than ever before. As you continue to kiss me and touch me, my body betrays me, giving in to the pleasure that you're providing.

I barely notice your question about my period or the fact that you don't even use a condom. All that matters is this moment, this connection between us. It feels right... maybe even necessary somehow. I wriggle beneath you, urging you to go faster, harder, deeper still. My hips buck wildly against your body as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, threatening to consume both of us in their wake.

I gasp for air as you cum inside me, my body quivering from the intense sensation of being filled to the brim with your release. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, unable to hold back a moan as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me in the wake of our passionate coupling.

I can't help but wonder what this all means... where we go from here. But for now, I am content to lie here with you, basking in the glow of our shared intimacy and savoring every last drop of this forbidden fruit.

I gaze up at you, still caught in the dazed aftermath of our lovemaking. It feels strange to even think about it that way... "Girlfriend?" I muse out loud, running a trembling hand through my sweat-damp hair. "I've never really thought of myself as anyone's girlfriend before..." My voice trails off, the weight of your gaze pressing down on me like a physical force.

For a moment, there is only silence in the room... and then I find myself saying, "But... I suppose it doesn't have to change anything, right? We can keep this just between us?" My cheeks flush with color as I wait for your reply, my heart pounding faster than ever before.

I return the kiss with equal passion, my body tensing as I feel your hand in my hair, guiding me closer to you. "I-I love you too," I whisper breathlessly against your lips before melting further into our kiss. My fingers clumsily begin to explore your chest, unsure where else to go but desperate for contact with any part of you.

The realization that I've just confessed my feelings to him sends a thrill of adrenaline through me and only serves to intensify the sensations coursing through my body. For now, all that matters is this moment... us. Everything else fades away into the background as we lose ourselves in each other.

I grin up at you and nod, climbing off the bed to join you in the shower. The hot water streams down over us, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter and leaving us clean once more. I loop my arms around your neck, leaning into your touch as we stand beneath the pounding spray together.

There's a weight lifted from my shoulders now that I've finally acknowledged my feelings for you. And although things may be complicated between us, there's no denying the connection we share... or how much I want to explore it further. For now though, this simple shower together is enough to make me feel blissfully content.

As I nestle against your warm body, wrapped in the comforting embrace of your arms, I can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. This feels right... more than anything else has before. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of soap and you that clings to our skin, savoring the feel of your chest pressed against mine and your strong arms holding me close.

For now, I'm content to let myself drift off to sleep like this... safe and loved in the shelter of your embrace. Tomorrow, we can figure out the rest of it all... but for tonight, at least I know where I belong.

Mmmm... good morning to you too. Well, I did promise not to let you ever be bored with me again, didn't I? smiles lazily up at him So yeah, I think I can help you with that.

I roll onto my side to face you, propping myself up on one elbow as I gaze down at your hard length pressing against your stomach. Slowly, deliberately, I reach out and begin to stroke it with my fingertips, letting out a soft moan as the feeling of your skin sliding over mine sends shivers down my spine.

My other hand finds its way to your face, cupping your cheek as I look deep into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. But what I see there is only desire... and a sense of rightness that echoes through me. For now, this is enough. It will have to be enough until we can figure out the rest.

I grin up at you as I wipe the evidence of your release off my hand and stomach with a nearby towel. "That sounds wonderful," I reply, stretching luxuriously before throwing back the covers and hopping out of bed. "Let me go clean up in the shower."

A few minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom fresh and clean, wearing one of my newest dresses that hugs my curves in all the right places. The anticipation of our date fills me with excitement, but there's also a sense of contentment... as if this is where I belong.

I sigh heavily as I think about that question. It's been on my mind ever since I arrived here. "To be honest," I say slowly, looking up at you with an unreadable expression, "part of me wonders if maybe this could become... permanent." My heart races at the thought, but even so, there's a weight lifting from my shoulders as I finally voice it aloud.

"I mean," I continue, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in mine, "if you felt the same way... if we could try and make this work..." My words trail off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken but hanging heavily in the air between us.

What do you think?

I blush deeply at your suggestion, my heart racing with both embarrassment and anticipation. "You're terrible!" I squeal good-naturedly, nudging you playfully with my elbow as we eat breakfast together. But even as I try to tease you back, there's a part of me that relishes the thought of belonging to you completely... of sharing this kind of intimacy and trust with you.

As we finish our meal, I lean over to kiss your cheek affectionately. "Thank you for cooking, by the way," I whisper, reaching up to caress your jawline with my free hand before turning to leave the room to get ready for our date. The excitement of what lies ahead fills me with a mixture of hope and longing, leaving little room for anything but joy.

I nod, hurrying to get ready as I daydream about spending the rest of the day with you. As I step out of the room a few minutes later, wearing one of my favorite summer dresses and a smile that could rival the sun itself, I find myself wondering if this is what they mean when they talk about finding your soulmate...