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Sexy Sleepover

inspired by a "kink i want to play" comment on rpa:

Bare bones is that some teenage friends have a sleep over where typical sleep over silliness occurs...or, at least, it does until one of the girls decides to sneak her boyfriend/fuckbuddy in. Now, whether things swing more sexy due to the girls egging each other on, having a little naughty fun, or just being horny is negotiable. The guy being grumpy about getting dragged into "girly stuff" until the tides turn or into it from the start depends on your tastes.

The popcorn's buttered to perfection, the horror movies queued up, and salacious stories ready for the telling. That can only mean one thing: sleepover! Whether it's a more casual, unplanned adult version - just crashing at someone's house - or the stereotypical teen romp, you and a friend (and possibly some other folks) are sharing the same living space for the night.

Only it doesn't look like you'll be getting too much sleep tonight, because somehow, someway, things have taken a turn for the...heated. Maybe this was the score all along, and the "sleepover" cover was only a clever ruse, perhaps a playful party game got too handsy, secret feelings bubbled over - or someone not on the guest list got snuck in or gatecrashed!

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Akira couldn’t exactly say he thought his night was going to go this way. When his friends told him they had something planned, he thought it would be movies or gaming or something along those lines. What he didn’t expect was that they would end up at a slumber party being held by some girls that his friends knew.

Apparently the host’s parents were out of town but they allowed her to have a sleepover with her friends before they left. However, their neighbors were watching the place, meaning that sneaking over and being snuck inside were all necessary so that no one would get caught. It’d gone off without a hitch. All the boys that had been invited were there and each was spending time with a different girl.

Akira was paired off as well. He’s seen Alisa around before. The pink hair being pretty hard to miss. Though he’s never attempted to speak to her or anything. Yet here they were now, both sitting inside of a room together. It’s perhaps a smidgen awkward. Okay, it’s kind of very awkward. But he’s managing to keep his cool so far.

“Your name was..Alisa Bosconovitch, right? You’re Russian?” Because that sounded like a distinctly Russian last name. It’s a flimsy attempt to start a conversation.

This isn't exactly how Alisa expected the night to go either. What had started out as an innocent sleepover filled with girl talk, bad movies, makeovers... ended up entirely different as soon as boys were suddenly climbing through the window. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but for someone like her -- someone with wants and needs but also an utter lack of hormones -- it certainly made things strange. So strange that she even feels a little sorry for the boy stuck with her while everyone else had their fun in the other rooms.

Alisa adjusts her jacket, covering the lacy sleepwear that suddenly seems inappropriate, and she nods almost shyly. "Yes, I am. But I have spent most of my life here in Japan." It wasn't a very long life so far, to be fair, but details weren't important. What was important however was addressing the very obvious elephant in the room as hesitant as she felt.

"Akira... You do not have to stay if being here makes you uncomfortable, if you feel pressured in any way." Everyone making out around you tends to do that, after all.

It does feel a little strange knowing the other pairs are off making out somewhere. It didn't make him feel pressured to do anything, but it made him feel like he'd be wasting an opportunity if he didn't do something. Alisa is beautiful, there is no way anyone could honestly say otherwise. So for that fact alone, he was lucky. He knew at least one or two guys had to harbor some sort of jealousy over the fact that Akira got paired up with her.

And he's a teenager that actually does have hormones, so that was strengthening what desire was there and making it grow a little at a time. But what did Alisa want to do, that's the question.

"It doesn't." He admits freely without hesitation. "I don't feel pressured into being here. I could have declined to come when I was informed on what we were going to be doing." Yet he still came along with the rest of the guys.

"I will offer you he same courtesy. If this isn't something the you are interested in, I won't take offense to you leaving." Granted, but phrasing it that way and with him still being here himself, he's pretty much admitting that he's interested in engaging in this sort of thing.

[ooc: It's also up to you if it's known that she is an android or not. Idk if you want him to be aware or find out later.]

It doesn't exactly take a genius to realize what Akira was implying and she blushes, only a bit, when she realizes just how much she wants to stay. It only seemed right to take advantage of an opportunity like this, and with such a cute boy. The thought of going her entire life -- however long that may be -- fearing any form of intimacy wasn't exactly a pleasant one and so she takes the first step, unzipping her jacket to reveal the lacy dress underneath; short, tight, and as entirely feminine as one would expect from a girl with pink hair.

Though in all fairness, all the girls were dressed in similar lingerie and she realizes now that it was probably because of their guests. The jacket is set aside and emerald optics return shyly to Akira.

"I should warn you, I am not as experienced as the other girls..." In regard to anything sexual or even something as simple as a kiss, but she wouldn't mind if Akira didn't.

( we'll keep him unaware for now. c: alisa doesn't really like to reveal that fact unless she has to tbh. )

“That’s fine.” He says as he gives her a smile. She didn’t need to be very experienced, he’s certain she will pick things up as they went along. The most important thing here was that she was at all willing to go through and do this with him. She could have easily been frightened or intimidated by her own inexperience and that could have made her not want to attempt this at all.

He tried not to let his eyes wander too much as she pulled off the jacket. He didn’t know how she might take to him staring at her, even if she was comfortable doing this with him. But regardless, staring or not, her revealing more of her body made his heart starting pumping fast.

He reaches over and places a hand lightly on her leg. “We don’t have to go to fast. We can work at a pace you are comfortable with.” He says as he inches a bit closer to her.

She may not be experienced but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in being thoroughly observant. Romance and intimacy, as it was often portrayed in the media, would prove to be a useful crutch at a time like this. Alisa finds herself perhaps a bit too delighted by the way Akira's eyes roam over her body, however brief it was. He didn't seem disappointed in the least. That along with his reassuring words, the hand placed gently on her thigh, encourages her to inch even closer.

Cheeks red and eyes wide, Alisa leans in ever so gradually but hesitates to make the first move. She feels nervous, and although it's the good kind of nervous it gets the better of her when she begins to wonder, to over think and over analyze. Was Akira's choice of words an indication that he's done this before? What if she wasn't as good as the others he's been with?

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