Nod, and say that that would be nice
From Create Your Own Story
She grabs a robe, turns away from you, and stands up. You get a glimpse of her ass before she pulls the robe on. You stand and follow her out as she steps out of the tub. The robe is only tied loosly around her waist and she is letting it hang open a little at her chest, allowing you to see her sternum, belly button, and the side of each boob. You sit down at the table and she puts a jar of cookies in front of you.
"Have one," she says to you. You take a cookie and eat a bite. It is realy good.
"These are terrific," you say. "Did you make these?"
She smiles and, sitting down right next to you, says, "Yeah. I like to bake in my free time. What do you like to do?"
"Uuuum... I don't know," you say, "I like a good book sometimes." You feel her foot rest atop yours and her knee press against your knee. You look down at her red toenails.
"How is your school going? I bet you are realy popular with the girls there. Do you work out?" she says, pinching your bicep, then feeling your shoulder and finally sliding her hand onto your chest, then putting it into her lap.
"I work a little," you say, "and I haven't met many girls yet."
"What?" she says, laying her hand on your thigh. "That's a shame. You are such a nice boy. I bet you just aren't trying hard enough."
She slides her hand up your thigh a little. Your dick goes up a little, making a tent in your pants.
"Would you like anything to drink?" she asks.
You nod. She stands up, walks over to the kitchen, and comes back carrying two glasses of lemonade. She puts them down on the table, leaning her chest right next to your face. Your wang grows again. She sits down, pulling her chair even closer to yours. You take a sip of your lemonade. She reaches for the cookies. Her arm knocks into the side of her glass, toppling it over onto your lap. It pours into your pants and you stand up, placing the empty glass on the table.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says, rubbing your pants with a napkin. She rubs especially much on your crotch. Your boner throbs. "You'd better wash this, otherwise, it won't come off," she says. "Here. I'll throw these in my washer."
You:
Take off your juice-stained pants
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Location:
Equipment: Cleaning Equipment |
| Popularity | New Kid | |
| Level | 1 | |
