Talk:Holstaur/@comment-26120285-20160416064724/@comment-27069434-20160417145454

"Um, sure, c'mon in," I gesture her inside, kicking a certain printed media under my bed. We spend this day together until a few hours past curfew. the same thing happens the next day, and the day after and so on. We get quite close soon enough. I help her with 'man-s' chores, she cleans up nicely and doesn't ridicule me for secretly reading 'Cookbook Monthly', We enjoy each other's embrace when studying and resting together, our hands and lips finding their way, though no clothing has ever been shed yet...One night she's awoken by me knocking on her door. She doesn't even bothers to hide her amusement seeing me in an apron over boxers. my hair a mess and face slightly pale with flour, a deep bowl clutched in my baking soda-stained hands. "H-hi! Isn't it a bit too early for baking? 4 AM, no?", she giggles. "Yeah, you see, my mom's coming over in five hours and I was baking this cake you told me about, but I'm out of cream and the stores open at ten. You're the only one I could ask for help." Her ears droop, "But I don't have any either. I'm sorry. Uh, maybe we can think of someth...". My eyes sink along with my heart only to stop once I notice her gossamer nightgawn is unbuttoned, leaving her ample bosoms exposed, nipples slightly moist. The girl becomes aware of my stare and blushes, but doesn't cover up, she just nods shyly. We step inside and lock the door behind us.