Take Care Of Her
(From Leandro's Perspective)
Even just a while ago, I had no idea what I would be doing it with her. I thought even if I tried to touch her, she would refuse. But to my surprise, she did not; rather she surprised me with her boldness.
It was sometimes a problem that she knew about quite a lot of things. Even though she was inexperienced, it seemed she knew more theory about these types of things than me who was experienced.
But I liked the frail look on her face as she seemed to be holding onto me. My fingers seemed to rush her to madness. It was indeed a very amusing sight. But there still was a problem. The more I saw her like this, the more things I wanted to do to her. I did not want it to be just my fingers; I wanted her to feel the real thing.
"Relax," I said, as she squeezed onto my fingers so hard that her hips were shaking.
"I can't... Ah..."
"Keep your voice down. You don't want your dad to hear this, do you?"