"Well... if you ever want to..." She says quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing. "I mean, I could show you how it feels for a girl... if you're interested." Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at Miguel from beneath her lashes, her heart racing with anticipation and desire.

She moves closer to him, pressing their bodies together as she continues to stroke herself through her panties. "It might be fun..."

"Alright..." She whispers, biting her lip nervously as she feels the need to touch him growing stronger. "But we should probably be quiet... you know, just in case someone comes home early or something." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as she leans forward and brushes her hand against his crotch, feeling his hardness through his jeans.

She takes his hand in hers, guiding it between their bodies to where she's touching herself. "You can try... if you want."

As the conversation continues and Becca grows increasingly flustered from her own arousal, she finds herself unable to focus on anything but jannik. Her mind wanders back to earlier, when she was touching herself with the vibrator... it felt so good... maybe if she could just...

"Jannik?" She asks hesitantly, biting her lip. "I-if you're not busy or anything... I mean, we're both here alone... and my parents won't be back for a while..."

"Maybe... maybe we could just hang out or something?" She suggests, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to sound casual. "I mean, if you want to." Her heart is racing now, hoping that he'll agree to whatever it is she has in mind.

Jannik looks at her for a moment, his eyes searching hers before giving her a slow nod. "Sure," he says finally. "I'd like that."

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words, but she tries to hide it by looking away and pretending to be interested in a spot on the carpet. "Oh... okay..." she murmurs softly, not quite sure what to say or do now. A part of her wants to crawl under a rock and disappear from embarrassment, while another part of her is oddly flattered by your admission.

She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I guess we could... talk or something?"

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing the forced smile and feeling a wave of sympathy wash over her. "It's okay if you are nervous," she says softly. "We all get that way sometimes." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "If you want to talk about it... or just need someone to be with you while we wait... I mean, I'm here for you." Her words come out hesitantly, but she means every single one of them.

Her blush deepens, and she feels even hotter now as she realizes how turned on he must think she is. "I-I don't know what to do..." she whispers, looking down at her lap in shame. She doesn't want him to think any less of her after this embarrassing display, but the desire coursing through her veins makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else

"Maybe... maybe we could just continue working on calculus or something?"

"Ok..." Becca mumbles, following him towards the dining room table. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her as they walk, and it only serves to make her more self-conscious about her embarrassing situation. Once they're at the table, she sits down nervously, glancing up at him with a mixture of shame and apology in her eyes.

"I really am sorry about all this..."

I can't believe this is happening... I just want to go back to normal. But with every passing moment, the urge to please him grows stronger... It's like some twisted form of addiction.

I-I can't... I don't know if I can do this. It feels so wrong, but at the same time... it feels right. This power, this control he has over me... it's intoxicating. And when he touches me like that, I just want more of it. Am I really willing to give up my humanity for this?

Yeah...um...just from being a little horny i guess...

Aah! It feels so good...