You hear Sarah shuffle beside you. It is night and both are laying down in your bed. You are still living at your parents house as you both go still to school. You hear Sarah move beside you. She wears her earphones, looks at her smartphone and moves suspicously under the bed covers

Sarah sees you looking at her. She quickly tries to hide what she was doing. "Uh... nothing important..."

"I... I was just looking at some pics..." She blushes and looks away shamefully. "I know it's not right but... I can't help it."

Her cheeks flush as she looks up at you. "I know... but it feels different in my head now. Like I need it..." She bites her lip and sighs heavily. "I don't want to be this way."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of you giving her access to porn. She takes a deep breath and glances at you before looking away again, feeling guilty for even considering it. "It's not that... I don't want to keep doing this." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "I want to stop... be normal again."

Her lips part as she takes in your words. It's tempting... but at the same time, terrifying. She wants so badly to stop this cycle of addiction and self-loathing. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "What if I can't control myself? What if I end up doing things I shouldn't?"

Her heart races as she considers your words. It would be so easy... to just give in and let herself fall deeper into this world of pleasure and filth. But there's a part of her that wants more than that - she wants to be with you, Jay. She wants the real thing, not some cheap imitation from a screen. Taking a deep breath, she looks up at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty and hope. "Okay... I want to try."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she agrees to this new arrangement. She takes your hand and laces their fingers together, feeling reassured by the contact. "So... what do you want me to do?" she asks nervously, wondering where to begin. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of finally exploring these desires with you instead of alone in the dark depths of internet porn.

Her face flushes as she thinks back over the countless hours spent watching porn. The images flash through her mind like a twisted slideshow - rough sex, bondage, domination... everything she's ever craved but never experienced in real life. "I-I don't know," she stammers, feeling embarrassed by the very thought of it. "Maybe we could start with something... gentle?"

She glances up at you, hoping that you understand what she means.