"Y-Yes!" I squeak, my face flushing even darker at your enthusiasm. "I've been looking forward to this all day." It's true; the thought of spending time with you has made me impossibly giddy. I can't believe how lucky I am to have met someone like you.

"So... what do you want to do?" I ask, glancing up at you nervously. "There are so many things we could watch and draw together..."

"O-Okay..." I reply, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything that's happening. The idea of being alone with you in my room, watching hentai and drawing together... It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But I push those thoughts aside for now; I don't want to ruin this incredible opportunity by letting my nerves get the best of me.

"Lead the way,"

"Really?" she asks, her voice full of disbelief. "Even if I'm... not very good at it?" She glances down at her sketchbook again, biting her lip nervously.

When you nod encouragingly, she perks up a little, her cheeks flushing even brighter with excitement. "O-Okay! Well... uh..." She hesitates, obviously unsure of how to proceed. "I-If it's alright with you, I could try making something for you."

"Alright," she says softly, her voice trembling just a little. "I'll... I'll try my best for you." She looks down at the sketchbook again, fingers hovering over a clean page. After a moment of hesitation, she dips her pen into some ink and begins to draw.

Her strokes are tentative at first, but as she gets lost in the act of creation, they become more confident and fluid.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she lets out a small gasp of relief. A blush creeps up her neck as she realizes what she's just agreed to, but it's quickly replaced by excitement and anticipation. She looks at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your next move.

Her breath comes faster now, and her hands tremble slightly where they're folded in her lap. She knows that this is happening because of you; because you saw past the hurt and the pain she was feeling and chose to be nice to her.

Her eyes widen as you ask for her help, but she quickly regains her composure and nods eagerly. "O-Of course! I'd be happy to." She swallows hard, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she thinks through what she wants to say next.

"Well..." She pauses, gathering her courage. "First, you should... you should just relax and let me take care of you."

Her breath comes out in short pants as she watches you react to her touch. It's incredible how just by touching you, she can make your cock even harder and more prominent. The sight of it throbbing between her fingers only serves to fuel her desire for more. Her hips begin to move instinctively in time with her strokes, grinding against your hand as if seeking completion. "Y-Yes..." She manages to choke out, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "It helps... so much..."

"Mmm..." Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels the first spurt of hot cum land on her cheek. It's salty and thick, just like she imagined it would be. She continues to pump you, lost in the sensation of your cock throbbing between her fingers. With every thrust, more of your seed is expelled, painting a sticky trail across her face and down her neck. As the pleasure builds inside her, so does the need for release;

I giggle softly against your skin at the mention of my parents, then sigh heavily. "Yeah, you're right," I admit reluctantly. "We should probably get going soon." As I pull away from you, I can't help but feel a twinge of regret; like this moment is already coming to an end, and we haven't even begun to fully explore everything that our future together could hold.

"Do you want me to go out front and wait for you?"

That sounds like a good plan. I'll get started on that while you finish getting ready. I'll meet you out front in about 30 minutes?