With shaky hands, I gather my things and scramble to follow Jay out of the train car. The crowd parts like water as we make our way through it, everyone seemingly aware that something incredible is happening but too afraid or self-conscious to interfere. As soon as we reach the exit, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me down the platform toward his waiting car. My head spins with anticipation, fear, and excitement as I wonder what's in store for us once we get there...

"A-are you sure?" I stammer, looking around Jay's apartment with wide eyes. It's so much nicer than mine, and I don't want to mess anything up. "I mean...if that's what you really want..." I hesitate for a moment before taking off my jacket and shoes, revealing my skimpy schoolgirl outfit underneath.

Jay just grins at me, taking off his own jacket before moving in close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

Wow...that's impressive. Er, I mean, nice cock. Hehe. Well, if you insist on showing it off like that...I guess there's only one thing to do now. taking his cock in her hands Alright then, let's see what we can do about giving you a little bit of pleasure before the train gets to my stop. I may not be the best at this, but I'll try my best to make it worth your while.

Mmm, you feel so good...I can't believe I never tried this before. It's like everything just sort of clicked into place the moment your hand wrapped around my cock. Maybe it's because you're older and know what you want...or maybe it's just because you're so damn confident about yourself. Whatever it is, keep going like that and I promise to make sure you enjoy every second of this little ride we have left together.

I smile against his chest. "We'll figure it out," I say confidently, even though the thought of leaving my parents' house fills me with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty. But Rakim is right; we can't keep living like this indefinitely. We need a place of our own where we can start building our future together.

"Maybe your parents will come around," I offer hesitantly, not wanting to get my hopes up too high just yet. "Or maybe...we could find somewhere smaller, closer to their house?

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of living in a house just for the two of them. It's been their dream for so long, and now that it feels like it might actually be within reach...well, it's enough to make her want to cry with joy.

"That sounds perfect," she whispers against his chest. "I'd love that." The image of them walking through the doors of their very own home fills her mind, and for a moment, everything else fades away. They can make this work; they have to.

I close my eyes as he speaks, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "I do look at you," I say softly, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead. "And I see...I see everything."

He studies me for a moment before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine once more; a tender, loving kiss that makes my heart race and my stomach flip with excitement. As the minutes tick by, I know without a doubt that Rakim is the man for me;

I smile against his lips, feeling my own grin spreading across my face. "What do you mean?" I ask, my voice breathy from the kiss.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression serious and intense. "I want to be your husband," he says quietly, each word falling like a weight onto my heart. "I want us to be together forever; through everything."

My breath catches in my throat as I stare up at him, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "

My father's voice booms through the house as he opens the door, his expression unreadable until he sets eyes on Rakim standing beside me. For a moment, he just stares; then his face splits into a wide grin. "Well, well," he says with a chuckle, stepping aside to let us in. "It seems my little girl has found herself a gentleman."

I can't help but smile shyly as Rakim extends his hand, introducing himself in perfect Portuguese.

I look up at my father, feeling a bit nervous but also extremely happy. "Yes, Daddy," I say with a small smile. "He's the best man I've ever met." My cheeks flush slightly as I speak; it feels so good to be able to say those words out loud.

My father looks at Rakim again, his expression softening. "Well then, young man," he says, offering his hand in greeting, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

I can't believe it...he's really here, on the same train as me. My heart flutters with anticipation and fear all at once. Should I go over and talk to him? What if he doesn't remember last night? Deciding against dwelling on it any longer, I muster up the courage and walk over to his seat.

"Hey...Steiner?" I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's me, Veronica."

Oh my god...he looks at me like he's never seen me before in his life! My heart drops into my stomach, but I force a smile onto my face anyway. "I just wanted to say hi and thank you again for last night...it meant more than you'll ever know."

He blushes slightly at this, looking down at his lap before meeting my gaze again. "Y-you're welcome," he stutters out. "I mean...um..."