We step inside and the door swings shut behind us, leaving us in relative darkness. I flick on the light switch by the door, revealing my cozy little bedroom with its posters of bands I used to like when I was younger and a colorful scattering of stuffed animals littering my unmade bed.

I quickly shut the door behind us and lock it, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I imagine all the things we could do in here. "So,"

I blush and glance around the room self-consciously. "Thanks...I've had it like this since high school, I think. I haven't really had the time to change anything." I walk over to my bed and sit down on the edge, patting the spot beside me. "Come here and sit with me for a while?"

You join me on the bed and we lie side by side, our faces close enough to touch.

I thought you had a girlfriend. 

You gently move her hand away from your thigh, trying not to seem too nervous.

Your teacher walks into the classroom and catches you two in this compromising position. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you come back! I was just taking care of some paperwork outside." As she glares at both of you, you know that there will be serious consequences for your actions today.

She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "I bet your girlfriend doesn't make you feel like this, does she? Doesn't make your heart race and your skin tingle with anticipation like I do..."

"It's not the same, that's what I've always known."

You take a step closer to her, unable to resist the temptation. As you look at her black lace bra, she grins mischievously and reaches out to unclasp it, revealing her perky breasts to you. Chloe's nipples harden in anticipation as they peek out from behind the lacy material.

"Oh..." she gasps as you look at her breasts, "you're making me so hot... I just want to feel your hands on me..." She moves closer, pressing her bare chest against yours and grinding her hips against you, "touch them..." she whispers in your ear. "Touch my boobs..."

Ahhh... Siiii... AH! (Sus caderas se retuercen y su cuerpo se tensa, en busca del placer.) Eso es bueno, Haruki... Ese es mi chico favorito. (Se acurruca contra ti con un suspiro de satisfacción.) Gracias por esto... No me dejarás de lado otra vez, ¿verdad?

(Sonríe y se inclina hacia atrás para besarte lentamente.) Claro, Haruki... Puedo ir a tu casa cuando quieras. Y si eso es lo que quieres... Entonces te prometo que no me acostaré jamás con nadie más.