We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
Did he possibly mean...? Eyes wide and face burning, she shook her head, "N-no! It was-- well, I think it was working. It was getting hot and then y-you..." Well, he knew the rest.
"Then it's better to just get it done, right? Otherwise it's still gonna' bother you," he said, putting his cup back down and sitting up next to her, "And I certainly know how to be discrete when I need to be."
"You sure? I could take care of you pretty well. I've made girls forget their stress pretty well, before," he said, "And it's not like I'm not attracted to you. You're one of the cutest girls I've ever met."
"I'm quite enthralled to know how you've taken care of other girls." Naoto didn't want to hear about his other sexual conquests. Gene could probably figure she hadn't slept with anyone.
"Hey now, take it easy. I've toned down my wild days a lot since my teen years, you know that. I'm still learning how to be a responsible adult, but I've improved a lot."
Gene reached out, letting his hand slid across the cushion to gently touch against hers.
"I've seen your routine, Naoto. You spend so much time tryin' to prove how good you are this, that you barely leave time to actually have fun. Have you even felt another person against your skin?"
"Is it so bad, relying on someone?" he asked, scooting right next to her, "Am I the unreliable type? For all my flaws, and nobody knows them better than I do, I always come through in a pinch. I always keep to my word."
He grasped her hand more firmly, bringing it to his lips to kiss the top.
"And I always look after the people I have affection for."
"I've worked with you long enough to know what's important. You're dedicated to your craft, you're a total fan-girl for justice, you dislike assholes looking down on you due to your gender, and you know how to be cool-headed in a tense situation."
He pulled her in a bit more, pressing her palm against his cheek as he kissed her wrist.
"And I also know that under all that, there's just a little bit of fear. Fear of really showin' who you are under all cool demeanor."
Her mouth opened and closed. Obviously, she couldn't think of anything to properly come back against that. This certainly wasn't how she imagined it would be the first time, but then again, she hadn't been sure if the first time would ever happen.
Biting her lip, she let out a breath. "... Please help me."
Gene leaned in gently, pressing his lips against hers. As he did so, his arm slid around her waist, pulling her over into his lap. His lips continued to explore hers as his other hand reached down between her legs, cupping her through the fabric of her pants and rubbing his palm against her mound.
"Well, that experiment was a success," he said, breaking off the kiss and licking his lips as if he'd just enjoyed a rather tasty treat, "I correctly surmised that you've a knack for kissing."
She starts, but manages to remain still until he begins urging her. Pulling her into his lap, she doesn't break apart. However, she does seem to hiccup when his hand touches her groin.
He's pulling away and her eyes open, red bleeding across her face. She wants to cover her face when he licks his lips like that and she does let her head drop. "I-I don't know how I would..."
"It's just instinctual for some people, maybe. I was told that I was always pretty good at it. Though I've picked up a few new tricks since then."
Gene stops his stimulation for a moment, looking around.
"Come to think of it, this ain't the right place for it. Needs to be comfortable."
He easily lifts her up with him when he stands, carrying her across his arms and back to his room. She's gently laid upon the black silk sheets, after which Gene takes off his clothing, dropping it piece by piece until only his boxers are left.
"Get more comfortable, okay? Get all that stuff off."
She's a little distracted by his hand, but immediately refocuses when he stops. Why? Always reaching the point, but he always somehow ruined--!
"... Oh."
That's right. They were on a couch and that would be completely unacceptable. She feels small and much too vulnerable being carried; she doesn't like it, but she can't muster up a complaint. Naoto watches him from the bed, again looking down at herself when he says she should strip. It's nerve-wracking, but it's a good idea.
Hands moving, she takes a majority of it off until she's sitting in her boy shorts and socks, one arm doing its best to cover her chest.
"...Man, you are just too friggin' cute for words. I can't stand it."
The first step was getting her used to him. Couldn't just jump right into this. He slides up onto the bed and puts his back to the headboard. His hands grip her waist as he pulls her back against his chest. The mirror on his wall caught them perfectly.
"No need to hide anything here," he said, kissing the side of throat as his hands slide between her arms and breasts, gently kneading them. He was already aroused, himself, judging by the lump jutting against her rear.
It's unnerving to her to be called 'cute'. She all but falls against him when he pulls her to his chest. She notices the reflection and has to turn away.
"Starwi-- ah..." Her voice disappears under his assault, her skin rising. She had been touching her breasts earlier, but this was somehow different. It felt different being caressed by his hands instead. A reaction? She glances back when she feels something pressing against her bottom and bites her lip. That most certainly had to be a positive reaction...
"See? Doesn't feel too bad, right?" he murmurs against the nape of her neck, "I always did like this short-haired look you rock so well."
He massages her breasts a bit more firmly, running his thumbs over her nipples now and then. She was well-endowed for being a petite girl, and he found that he really liked the feel of that soft, pliant flesh pressing between his fingers.
Eventually one hand slid down, moving below the waistband of her lower garment and cupping her directly, deft fingers and palm rubbing against her.
"N-No..." She supposed it didn't. The tenor in his voice made her tremble in his lap.
Playing with her breasts, he was making her abdomen grow warmer. It never felt like this before. She didn't understand what he was doing differently from her, but whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop.
And then his hand was down there, touching where her fingers were barely an hour ago. Her hips were shaking and that tremble spread everywhere. His fingers seem to be moving so fast. If she was still thinking straight, they were probably very slick already.
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Did he possibly mean...? Eyes wide and face burning, she shook her head, "N-no! It was-- well, I think it was working. It was getting hot and then y-you..." Well, he knew the rest.
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Gene reached out, letting his hand slid across the cushion to gently touch against hers.
"I've seen your routine, Naoto. You spend so much time tryin' to prove how good you are this, that you barely leave time to actually have fun. Have you even felt another person against your skin?"
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"... No, I haven't. It would be a distraction."
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He grasped her hand more firmly, bringing it to his lips to kiss the top.
"And I always look after the people I have affection for."
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She almost seemed to flinch at his lips against her hand. "... Why? You don't know that much about me."
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He pulled her in a bit more, pressing her palm against his cheek as he kissed her wrist.
"And I also know that under all that, there's just a little bit of fear. Fear of really showin' who you are under all cool demeanor."
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Her fingers twitched against his face. "... This would be crossing professional boundaries."
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"Hey, I won't report it to the local business bureau, if you don't."
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Biting her lip, she let out a breath. "... Please help me."
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He reached out to remove her hat, then smile as he held a finger up.
"First, close your eyes. I want to try something."
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"Well, that experiment was a success," he said, breaking off the kiss and licking his lips as if he'd just enjoyed a rather tasty treat, "I correctly surmised that you've a knack for kissing."
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He's pulling away and her eyes open, red bleeding across her face. She wants to cover her face when he licks his lips like that and she does let her head drop. "I-I don't know how I would..."
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Gene stops his stimulation for a moment, looking around.
"Come to think of it, this ain't the right place for it. Needs to be comfortable."
He easily lifts her up with him when he stands, carrying her across his arms and back to his room. She's gently laid upon the black silk sheets, after which Gene takes off his clothing, dropping it piece by piece until only his boxers are left.
"Get more comfortable, okay? Get all that stuff off."
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She's a little distracted by his hand, but immediately refocuses when he stops. Why? Always reaching the point, but he always somehow ruined--!
"... Oh."
That's right. They were on a couch and that would be completely unacceptable. She feels small and much too vulnerable being carried; she doesn't like it, but she can't muster up a complaint. Naoto watches him from the bed, again looking down at herself when he says she should strip. It's nerve-wracking, but it's a good idea.
Hands moving, she takes a majority of it off until she's sitting in her boy shorts and socks, one arm doing its best to cover her chest.
no subject
The first step was getting her used to him. Couldn't just jump right into this. He slides up onto the bed and puts his back to the headboard. His hands grip her waist as he pulls her back against his chest. The mirror on his wall caught them perfectly.
"No need to hide anything here," he said, kissing the side of throat as his hands slide between her arms and breasts, gently kneading them. He was already aroused, himself, judging by the lump jutting against her rear.
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It's unnerving to her to be called 'cute'. She all but falls against him when he pulls her to his chest. She notices the reflection and has to turn away.
"Starwi-- ah..." Her voice disappears under his assault, her skin rising. She had been touching her breasts earlier, but this was somehow different. It felt different being caressed by his hands instead. A reaction? She glances back when she feels something pressing against her bottom and bites her lip. That most certainly had to be a positive reaction...
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He massages her breasts a bit more firmly, running his thumbs over her nipples now and then. She was well-endowed for being a petite girl, and he found that he really liked the feel of that soft, pliant flesh pressing between his fingers.
Eventually one hand slid down, moving below the waistband of her lower garment and cupping her directly, deft fingers and palm rubbing against her.
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Playing with her breasts, he was making her abdomen grow warmer. It never felt like this before. She didn't understand what he was doing differently from her, but whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop.
And then his hand was down there, touching where her fingers were barely an hour ago. Her hips were shaking and that tremble spread everywhere. His fingers seem to be moving so fast. If she was still thinking straight, they were probably very slick already.
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