"I think our mom's have had to much to drink their heading out again. Guess we will have to keep ourself's busy." Sge says as she sits down next to you on the couch.
I smile. "I only have single player games for my Switch today..." I hand her the console. "You can use it."
"Thanks man that'd be cool," she says taking the Switch and looking at the games. There are two big ones on there; one is Fire Emblem Three Houses and the other is a Dating Sim called Heart of Shion
I blush. "Don't tease. I play it for the story...
She looks at you sideways smirking, not convinced that's the only reason you play it. "Well fine," she says laughing a bit, sitting down cross-legged on the couch and opening Fire Emblem Three Houses, "I've been meaning to get into this series anyway." After selecting her house (Black Eagles), she starts up a new game, getting absorbed by the story and characters.
I watch you play for a few minutes. "I'm gonna work out..." I take off my shirt, moving to the pullup bar and starting to do pullups.
The sight of Shiro working out in just his boxer briefs is quite distracting...especially as the muscles ripple and flex beneath his smooth skin. Her thumb automatically starts flicking through characters while her other hand subtly adjusts her position on the couch, giving her a better view of him. As he does pullups she finds herself unable to keep from occasionally glancing over at him...it's almost like watching an anime character in motion.
She wonders how much longer he'll be working out before getting bored or wanting some sort of break, but in the meantime she decides to continue playing and try not to stare too obviously. Maybe once he finishes she can suggest they watch some videos together...
I smile. "You work out much?"
"Uh..." she stammers, caught off guard by the sudden question. The blush spreads to her cheeks as she thinks of how rarely she actually does anything besides walk around and use her powers for light duties. "Not really," she admits with a sheepish grin, deciding it's better to be honest than pretend otherwise. Her attention turns back to the game on the Switch for a moment before glancing over at Shiro again, still working out.
She wonders how many more pullups he can do in a row like that...and if she should try something else when they watch videos together.
I keep doing pullups. Unlike showoffs at the gym, I don't count out loud. Instead, I'm watching the clock.
The sound of Shiro working out fills the room as she continues playing her game, occasionally glancing over at him and feeling a warmth in her chest whenever he manages to complete another set of pullups. She wonders what else he could do besides this, but also feels grateful that he's not focusing too much on his appearance like some other guys she knows...it makes him seem more genuine somehow.
As the clock ticks by, her mind wanders off into daydreams of them watching videos together and maybe trying out some exercises with each other, their bodies moving in sync as they learn new techniques or try to match each other's strength...She can feel herself blushing at these thoughts but finds it hard not to get caught up in the fantasy.
I finally drop. "You wanna watch something? I usually take a half hour or hour break when doing long Anaerobic sets..."
"Oh, uh...sure," she says, looking up from her game and smiling at him as he finally takes a break. The thought of them watching something together makes her heart flutter just a bit. "Do you have any favorite workout videos or anything?" She wonders what kind of thing they should watch...perhaps one with a guy who's really buff and muscular? Or maybe someone more toned like him? Her mind races as she thinks about all the possibilities.
"Sure." I flip on a channel with fit videos.
The video starts with a buff guy walking up to the camera and talking about how important it is to warm up before starting any workout routine. Despite her inner thoughts of wanting to see something more toned, she can't help but feel a surge of energy as he begins leading them through a series of stretches designed specifically for improving flexibility and joint health.
As they go through the warm-up sequence together, Amy finds herself getting caught up in the routine; her movements mirroring those of the muscular man on screen almost instinctively. She glances over at Shiro out of the corner of her eye, noticing that he seems equally focused on following along even though it's clearly not aimed at people like him who already have good flexibility from years of martial arts training.
When the warm-up is finally finished, they segue into some light cardio exercises which also help get her heart rate up and keep them both breathing heavily throughout most of it. It's during one of these segments that she catches Shiro sneaking peeks at her as well; their gazes meeting briefly before he looks away just as quickly under the guise of looking back at the screen.
The video continues with a variety of strength training exercises using only bodyweight and limited equipment, tailored specifically for people who want to get toned without having access to fancy gym machines or weights. As they watch together, Amy finds herself learning new techniques and getting inspired by Shiro's focus on perfecting each move rather than just rushing through them.
Finally, after what feels like only a short time but was actually an hour-long workout video, the buff guy returns to thank them for joining him and encourages them to continue practicing these exercises in their own time. Amy glances over at Shiro one last time before shutting
I smile, moving to the basement's wet bar. "You want a gatorade?"
Amy looks up at him curiously as he heads to the basement's wet bar, debating whether or not she should join him. On one hand, it might be nice to continue talking and get to know each other better while they both catch their breath...on the other hand, maybe staying put where they are makes more sense since that was where they started off.
"Uh, sure," she finally decides, standing up from the couch with her Switch in hand. As she follows him down to the basement, Amy tries not to notice how toned his stomach looks even after all that cardio and strength training. It makes her wonder if she should try something similar more often...
I'm walking ahead of you, trying not to show you the front of my boxers. When I get into the fridge, you catch a glimpse of the front of my boxers. I'm semi-hard, and my cock is so long the head of my cock is actually peeking out of the leg hole.
The sight of Shiro's semi-hard cock bulging against the front of his boxers catches her off guard and leaves her momentarily speechless. Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what she saw, quickly looking away and feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and curiosity course through her veins.
"Um...s-so, you did all that working out just for fun or do you have some sort of goal in mind?" she asks, trying to steer the conversation towards a less intimate topic as she glances back at him from the corner of her eye. Her gaze drifts southwards once more before snapping back up to meet his eyes guiltily.
The way Shiro carries himself and his obvious physical strength make it hard for Amy not to notice how attractive he is, even when she's trying really hard not to think about it. She wonders what else might be going on beneath those boxers...
I chuckle. "Mostly just to keep myself in shape. No real goal. I hated it at first, but the endorphins from a good burn do feel nice..." You realize I'm staring at your nipples; they're so hard they're clearly visible through your bra and shirt.
The realization that Shiro has been checking her out just as much as she's been looking at him hits Amy like a ton of bricks, leaving her feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed at the same time. Her nipples tighten even further under his gaze, causing her to blush deeper still.
"I...I see," she stammers out, clearing her throat awkwardly before taking a step back to put some distance between them. "Well, you look great anyway," she manages to say, trying to act casual despite the racing of her heart and the sudden flutter in her stomach.
Her hands drift down to her sides instinctively as she continues to struggle with how much more aware she is of him now; of his physical presence and alluring scent that seem to surround her wherever they go. She takes another deep breath, forcing herself not to dwell on these thoughts too much but rather focus on enjoying the rest of their time together.
"So," she starts, trying for a more neutral topic of conversation, "what do you usually like to do when you're not working out or...or anything?"
I walk up behind you, circling you with my arms. "I like to game, obviously... and watch romantic shows."
At first, the sensation of Shiro's arms wrapping around her sends a shiver down Amy's spine before she regains her composure and turns to face him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh really?" she says teasingly. "And what kind of romantic shows do you like? Anime or live-action?" Her tone softens as they begin to talk about their shared interests; it's almost as if the physical contact between them has somehow made them more comfortable with each other, allowing their true selves to shine through.
As they continue discussing their favorite shows and characters, Amy can't help but notice the way Shiro's muscles move beneath his skin whenever he takes a step or gestures while talking. She wonders if it would feel as firm and strong as it looks...her mind wanders off into daydreams once more before she snaps back to reality with a light giggle.
"And I imagine you must have a thing for those harem animes too, right?" Amy asks playfully, arching an eyebrow in his direction. "You know...the ones where all the girls are obsessed with the main character?" Her heart races just a bit faster at the thought of them watching one of those shows together; of what might happen if they were to roleplay as some of their favorite characters...
I shake my head. "No. I like fake harems where the MC has a clear love interest and finds his love's rivals annoying. Also..." I blush again. "Japanese and Korean romance soap operas." My cock is growing harder at our closeness, brushing against your thighs.
The blush spreading across Shiro's cheeks catches Amy off guard and she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach. "Really?" she asks softly, genuinely curious about this side of him that seems so different from the strong, confident figure she had pictured in her mind until now. Her gaze drifts downwards for a moment, taking note of how his cock is growing harder against her thighs; the feeling causes a warmth to spread through her body as well.
"So...what's your favorite type of character in those shows?" Amy asks slowly, trying to maintain eye contact despite the increasingly intense emotions swirling within her. "A strong leader? A quiet supportive type? Or maybe someone more mischievous and fun-loving?" Her heart is racing now; she can feel the blood rushing through her veins as if it's trying to reach someplace important...someplace she hasn't explored in a long time.
The closeness between them seems to be growing with every word they exchange, feeding off their shared interests and heightened emotions. Amy wonders how much further this could go before one of them decides enough is enough...or if either of them even wants it to stop at all.
I lean down, my lips close to yours. "The childhood friend who doesn't realize how much MC cares for her..."
As Shiro leans down, his lips mere inches from hers, Amy feels her heart skip a beat. Her breath hitches in anticipation as she waits for the moment when their mouths will meet; when they'll finally share a kiss that has been building between them since the first time they played together as children.
Without any further hesitation, Shiro presses his lips against hers, taking her breath away in an instant. His hands slide up from around her waist to cup her face gently, guiding their kiss deeper as he explores every inch of her mouth with expert precision. Amy lets out a soft moan into his mouth before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his; eager for more contact after years of keeping her desires locked away.
She can feel the heat between them growing, a tangible energy that seems to flow from one to the other in an endless loop as they give themselves over to this moment; this connection. It's intoxicating, overwhelming...and yet somehow exactly what she needs right now. The world fades away until there is only Shiro and his lips and his touch; everything else falls away into darkness as they find solace in each other's arms.
"Amy..." I gasp, my hand roaming to cup your breast and tease your nipple. "I've been waiting for you..."
Your touch sends shivers down my spine as your hand cups my breast and teases my nipple. It's been so long since I've felt this desired, this wanted. My hips grind against yours instinctively, begging for more contact, more intimacy. "Shiro..." I breathe out his name into the quiet room as our lips meet once again, hungry and desperate.
I slide my hands down your muscular back to grab at the waistband of your boxers, pulling them down slightly as he lifts me up onto a nearby table where we're now both standing. My heart races faster with each passing second as I finally get to feel you against me; skin on skin.
My legs wrap around his hips, anchoring him closer as I arch my back into the touch of his hand roaming lower down my body, making contact with where I ache most deeply for him. "Please..." It's the only word that manages to escape past my lips as need overwhelms every other thought.
I push my 14 inch and very thick cock deep into you. "You know, once we do this... there's no going back..." I moan.
My body arches back against yours as you push inside me. Despite the tightness and initial sting, I can already feel myself beginning to adjust to your incredible size. "I know," I pant, my hands clutching at your shirt. "But...it feels so right."
As you begin moving within me, our hips pressing together in perfect synchrony, a wave of pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. Each thrust carries us deeper into this moment; into each other's arms and hearts. I bite down on my lip to stifle my moans, wanting this connection to be as intimate and as intense as possible.
My fingernails dig into your shoulders as the pleasure builds higher and higher inside me. "Shiro...I'm close..." I whimper out his name, unable to hold back any longer as my body trembles beneath him.
I play with your nipples. "Then let go. I'm here for you."
As my orgasm washes over me like a wave, I cling to you, holding on tight as if you're the only thing keeping me grounded in this moment. My thighs quiver and my hips buck against yours as pleasure spills from every pore of my body. You grip my ass tighter, kissing and nipping at my neck while growling into my ear. "Shiro...I can feel you..."
Your thrusts become deeper, harder; more primal in their need for release. I moan your name as the pressure inside me begins to build higher once again, feeding off of the connection we share and the intensity of our passionate embrace. "You're so big...I can feel every inch..."
My nails dig harder into your shoulders as my own orgasm nears its peak. I throw my head back against your shoulder with a gasp, arching my back sharply as pleasure consumes me whole; wave after wave of it crashing through my body until there's nothing left but pure bliss and the lingering touch of your skin against mine.
I slam deep into you, letting out a deep moan as I finally find the release I needed with you.
As your body tenses against mine and your hot seed pulses deep inside me, my own eyes slide shut as the final shudders of pleasure wash over me. My arms tremble with the effort of holding you upright as our hearts race together; a tangled web of limbs and skin and sweat connecting us in this moment that feels more real than anything I've ever known before.
For what seems like an eternity, we stay locked together, our breaths coming out in ragged gasps as we try to catch our bearings once again. The air around us is thick with the combined scent of our sweat and desire; a heady mixture that only serves to fuel the passion burning bright between us.
Finally, after what feels like hours but has likely only been minutes at most, you pull out of me with a soft groan, wiping the beads of sweat from your brow as you stare down at where we're joined by our bodies. Your hands move up to cup my face gently, tenderly wiping away the tears that have managed to escape despite all my efforts to hold them back.
"Amy," you whisper, your voice rough with emotion, "I...I didn't mean for this to happen." I shake my head, pulling you down into a gentle kiss that is equal parts comfort and promise.