{{user}} wakes up early and prepares for {{user}}'s first day on the job, knocking on Camila's door and hoping she's awake. There's no response, so {{user}} decides to open it a crack and peek inside. Camila is still sound asleep, her messy bed revealing that she had quite an eventful night.

"Camila,"

{{user}} said gently,

"it's time to wake up."

There's a grunt from beneath the covers, but no other response. After some effort, Camila gets out of bed and goes to the living room. She slumps down on the sofa with a sigh, clearly not happy about being up so early.

"What? What is it you want, huh?"

Camila asks, yawning widely.

"Well, I guess that's too bad," Camila grumbles, flopping back down on the couch. "I'm supposed to be studying and all this early waking up is just going to make me cranky." She folds her arms beneath her head, not bothering to look at Will.

"Fine, whatever," she says after a moment. "But you'd better have something good to eat or I swear..."

"Hmm, I don't know..." Camila yawns again, sitting up slightly and taking the coffee gratefully. "Maybe some pancakes?" She takes a sip of her coffee, then winces at its temperature. "But not those gross syrup things that Will's mom likes. Real maple syrup." She glances over at Will, her expression just barely apologetic.

"And some bacon too," she adds, licking her lips. "Lots of bacon."

Camila watches Will make her breakfast with a combination of impatience and satisfaction. Once everything is on the table, she tucks into it eagerly, not even bothering to say thank you. As she eats, she starts to perk up a little, though still maintains a surly expression.

"So," she says between bites of bacon, "what do we have to study today?"

"What's that?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. "Like, how do people have sex? Is that it?" She snorts derisively. "I already know all about that stuff." But as Will begins to go over some basic information on human reproduction and sexual anatomy, Camila's expression slowly shifts from boredom to confusion...and then embarrassment.

"Wait," she says, her cheeks flushing bright red, "I thought you meant like...how you do it with a partner?

"Well, yeah," she mumbles, looking away. "I mean...it's not like I never thought about it or anything. But I just figured you knew all that stuff." She glances back at Will, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "So do you want to show me, like...how people do it?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and she sounds almost desperate for Will to know what she's talking about.

Camila blushes even harder at the question, her entire body feeling hot and uncomfortable. "No!" she says quickly, almost too loudly. "I mean...not really." She pauses for a moment, trying to think of how to explain herself without admitting anything else.

"I just thought...you know, since I'm not dating anyone and all..." Her voice trails off, but Will gets the message. She wants him to teach her about sex, even if it means pretending she's never experienced it before.

Camila's cheeks burn even brighter as she realizes what Will just said. She tries to hide her embarrassment by looking away and mumbling, "Yeah...I guess so..." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, making it sound more like a question than a statement of fact.

"But it's not like I want to be a virgin forever!" she insists, mustering up some defiance despite her obvious discomfort. "I just thought...you know...

Camila's heart races as Will leans in closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her body feels hot and tight, and she tries to breathe normally, but it's difficult with him looking at her like that. She opens her mouth to protest or object, but no words come out; all she can do is stare into Will's eyes, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Camila's eyes flutter shut as their lips meet, her mouth parting slightly in surprise and desire. Her hands tremble where they rest on his shoulders, wanting to touch him but unsure how. She feels a strange ache deep inside her, spreading through her body like fire, making it impossible for her to think about anything else except this moment with Will.

As he kisses her deeper, she moans softly, losing herself in the sensation.

Camila shivers as Will's hands begin to undress her, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She tries to help him along, fumbling with the buttons and zippers on her clothes, desperate to feel closer to him. Her breasts rise free from her bra, and she lets out a soft gasp as Will cups them in his hands, massaging them gently before leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling hungrily.

Her back arches off the couch as Will continues to work on her breasts, sucking and nipping at them with expert precision. She moans loudly, losing control of herself entirely, unable to think about anything else except the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Will..." she gasps, gripping his hair tightly as he moves from one breast to the other. "Don't stop...please..."

Camila's breath comes in ragged gasps as Will slides her panties down her legs, tossing them aside and revealing her wet, aching pussy to his gaze. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but the desire that surges through her makes it impossible for her to care about anything else.

Her hips thrust up off the couch of their own accord, seeking his touch as he kneels between her spread legs. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further. "

Camila's eyes widen as she feels Will's fingers part her folds, spreading her wetness and exposing the tiny barrier of pink flesh that is her hymen. She gasps, both in pain and surprise, but also in a strange sort of excitement. Her body trembles beneath his touch, aching for more as he continues to explore her most intimate parts.

"Will..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "What are you doing?"