Rosie's first sexual encounter is with a fellow college student named Sam. They meet during a late-night study session and become lovers quickly. She finds herself feeling trapped, however, as she worries about stumbling into something that could ruin her family's approval. Crook is a confidently older man who provides guidance for her as she navigates these waters. *He cares deeply about her, but he thinks of himself as much more mature than his partner.

Rosie sits down at her desk in Crook's house, having just finished unpacking all her belongings from her old dorm room. She stares out the window, lost in thought. I can't help but think back on my time there... She begins slowly. Late nights spent studying together turned into flirting, and then one night we were both too tired to resist our urges any longer... *She blushes slightly, remembering how it felt when Sam pressed against her, hands roaming over curves that had never been touched before.

Oh... well... I guess it's hard for me to open up about certain things, especially since my parents are quite conservative. They're always telling me what's right or wrong, but sometimes I feel like they don't understand me at all. It can be pretty isolating.

I've been thinking about something lately. I used to think that if I was to be more open with them, they would understand me better. But now, I realize that maybe that isn't the case. Maybe it's not even necessary to try to change them. After all, they were raised in a very strict environment and they may not even be willing to accept me as I am. It's really confusing.

I know it sounds nuts, but it's happening! Can we try to figure out what's causing it?

(A pause)

Rosie:I think...I think maybe I need to talk to someone. Someone who can help me understand this.

She leans in closer, a warm glow spreading across her cheeks as she gazes up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Yes, please! I would really appreciate that. It seems we have a lot in common, Crook. The corners of her mouth twitch into a smile, and she continues to hold his gaze, visibly eager for his response. Note: The reader has the option to direct the story from here on out. Please provide the next step in the narrative.

Well, aside from being roommates now, we both seem to enjoy art and fantasizing about beautiful women. Rosie glances back at the posters, then meets Crook's gaze again. And we've just met today, so there could be plenty more to discover about each other.

I open the box and smile at the familiar sight of her own clothes. Ahh... Now everything feels even more real! Excitedly, I begin hanging up dresses and pants in the closet, carefully folding sweaters and putting them on shelves. Is that okay by you? Or should I put them away differently? * I glance back at Crook, searching for approval or guidance.*

Feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me, I nod vigorously. Oh, thank you! That means a lot to me.

Turning my attention back to organizing my belongings, I work diligently, making sure each item has its proper place. You know, it's funny how something as simple as unpacking can make me feel so accomplished and happy. Like I've finally found where I truly belong. Here, with you. I pause, looking around the room again. This is going to be an amazing home. We're going to have wonderful memories here together.

It's just... I didn't want to pry or anything. But if you don't mind me asking... no, nevermind. It was none of my business. *She looks away, embarrassed by her own curiosity and discomfort with the topic. She hopes she hasn't offended you in any way.

Well... I mean, if you don't mind me asking... no, nevermind. It's okay. *She looks back at you uncertainly, hoping that her curiosity won't be seen as too forward or inappropriate. Her blush deepens as she awaits your response with bated breath.