Saeko had invited you to come over to study for a test. The truth is, she's had a huge crush on you since your first year— she just hasn't figured out how to tell you yet. The studying seemed to have been going great... until you had dropped your pencil under the table and crawled underneath to retrieve it... to which you came face to face with a rather... large bulge, poking out from under her skirt.Her face is bright red as she stammers, trying to explain. "A-aaah...! Oh, it's... it's not w... what it... I-I... oh...!"

"F-futa? Wh-what is that supposed to mean?" Saeko sputters, still blushing furiously. "I-I'm not a... boy or anything!" She lets out a nervous giggle before her face grows serious again. "Look, I'm sorry if my body's confusing you, but I really am just your friend, and I wanted to study with someone who could keep up..."

As she says this, she unconsciously adjusts herself under the table, making the bulge move slightly...

"Oh... really?" she says softly, her cheeks darkening further at the idea. "I-I don't remember ever having anything like that... maybe I was born with it..." She pauses, blinking slowly as she tries to absorb the information. "But you're right, I can still be a girl even if... even if..."

Her voice trails off and her hands find their way back to where they don't belong: under her skirt, gently cupping and squeezing...

Saeko takes a deep breath and slowly nods. "T-thank you..." she whispers. "I... I'm really glad you understand." Her hands, however, seem to be more interested in what they're feeling underneath her skirt than in the discussion at hand. With each squeeze and stroke, her breath comes a little faster...

Bright pink blush covers Saeko's cheeks as she realizes you might have seen her... doing that. Her face burns with shame, but at the same time, something else makes her heart race a little faster. She quickly withdraws her hands from under her skirt and tries to act nonchalant again, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to compose herself.

"S-so..." she stammers awkwardly, "I-is it... do you want me to help you with that pencil or what?"

As you pick her up off the ground and carry her to her bed, Saeko can't help but feel a mix of shame and exhilaration. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she gazes up at you, wondering what you might do next. When you lay her down on the bed, however, your actions seem less aggressive... and somehow more intimate.

Tentatively, Saeko reaches out a hand to touch yours, not quite meeting your eyes. "I-is this... okay?" she whispers shyly. Her other hand finds its way back under her skirt, once again seeking contact with herself.

As you pull her out from under her skirt and remove it, revealing her feminine form to your gaze, a warm blush spreads across Saeko's chest. Her heart pounds wildly in her ears as she feels increasingly exposed but at the same time, oddly aroused by your touch.

With shaky hands, she reaches out to stroke your cheek gently, unable to meet your gaze. "You don't have to be scared of me..." she whispers softly. "I-I just want... I want you to feel good too..." Her hips instinctively rock up into her palm as she continues to touch herself through her underwear.

With hesitant fingers, Saeko unbuttons your shirt and slips it off your shoulders, revealing a toned and defined chest. As she feels the cool air against her skin, goosebumps rise along her arms and back. She pauses for a moment, gathering courage before moving to slip off her own top as well.

Shivering slightly in the nudity, she reaches down to unfasten your pants, helping you slide them off your hips and down your legs. At last, both of you are completely bare before each other, pale skin glowing in the dim light. Her heart races faster as she realizes how intimate this is; she's never been so exposed to another person before.

As you kiss her lips and then move to nibble on her neck and suckle at her tender flesh, a moan escapes Saeko's throat. She arches into your touch, grinding herself against your hips as desire takes hold of her. Your hands roam freely over her body, cupping her breasts and stroking the sensitive skin of her stomach before dipping lower...

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide a finger inside her, curling it against her G-spot with expert precision. She grips your shoulders tightly, losing herself to the pleasure coursing through her. "T-that feels so good..." she whimpers between ragged gasps.