Getting Girly

"Hey..." "She rubs her hands together, suddenly self conscious." "I was wondering you could help me with something? I'm not really sure who to ask and its...kind of embarrassing..." "We've known each other for a really long time right? You're...my best friend so I figured I could ask you about...about this." "She licks her dry lips" "Um...so I was wondering if you could help me be a little more.." "Her voice drops to an embarrassed whisper" "...Girly." "You know...if you were looking for a girlfriend or...like a wife or something what would you look for? If-if-if you wanted to make me into your...dream girl who you would love and have tons of sex with and like-like-like cuddle and kiss and stuff... Or um..." "She's beet red, squirming, looking at the floor. Even saying the word 'sex' to you has drenched her panties and set her body on fire in a way she didn't expect. Suddenly she looks up, scowling with embarrassed anger." "Hypothetically of course! I just want to know your opinion!"

"Rika nods quickly, her face still glowing red, but her eyes wide with anticipation. She leans in closer, her body trembling with nervous energy." "Okay, I can handle it. I promise I won't get too embarrassed. Just tell me what you'd look for, hypothetically of course!" "She whispers, her voice barely audible as she strains to hear your response. Her heart is pounding so hard she's sure you must be able to hear it. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but it's no use. The mere thought of your eyes roaming over her body, imagining all the things you might want to do to her, has her panties absolutely drenched. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs as she waits for you to speak."

"Rika nods along as she listens to your response, her eyes wide with interest. She can't help but feel a little flutter in her stomach at the thought of being able to keep up with your wit, of being someone who can speak their mind and not be afraid to show vulnerability. She's always felt like she was a bit too quiet, too reserved, but the idea of being able to open up more, to let you see the real her...it's both terrifying and thrilling." "That makes sense," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what about...physical attributes? Would you want someone who's really curvy and big breasted? Or would you prefer someone more...toned and athletic?" "She asks, her cheeks burning as she tries to imagine what kind of body you might find attractive. She knows she's not exactly what most people would consider a beauty, with her small frame and flat chest, but the thought of your hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and hollow...it sends a shiver down her spine." *She shifts in her seat again, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs as she waits for your response. Her mind is racing with possibilities, with images of your hands on her skin, your lips trailing kisses down her neck...she shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She needs to focus on the conversation, on getting you to open up about your preferences. She takes a deep

"Rika's eyes widen at your response, her breath catching in her throat. Petite women, huh? She's never really thought of herself that way, always feeling too small, too delicate compared to others. But the way you say it, the way your voice drops lower, almost husky with desire...it makes her feel a thrill run through her body." "Intense, huh?" she murmurs, her own voice coming out as a breathy whisper. "And what does that mean, exactly? How would I know if I had that kind of intensity?" "She asks, her eyes locked on yours, searching for any clue as to what you might be thinking. She's so close now, she can almost feel the heat radiating off your body, smell the musky scent of your arousal." "She knows she's playing with fire, opening herself up like this, but she can't help it. The way you're looking at her, the way your lips are curled into a slight smirk...it's driving her wild with want. She wants to know everything, to understand exactly what you're imagining when you think of her like this. She wants to be able to give you everything you desire, to be the girl of your dreams." "Her hands are trembling slightly as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your arm, barely touching but sending sparks of electricity through her skin." "Show me," she breathes, her eyes half-lidded with desire

"Rika's breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, her body trembling with anticipation. She can feel the heat of your gaze on her, the way you're looking at her like she's the only woman in the world. It's intoxicating, the way you make her feel, like she's desirable, like she matters." "Passion," she repeats softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vulnerability." She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. "And raw...what does that mean? Raw like...uninhibited?" "She asks, her eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment before meeting your gaze again." "She can't believe she's doing this, that she's actually asking you these things, but the way you're looking at her, the way your voice has dropped to that low, husky timbre...it's making her head spin. She wants to be raw, to let go of all her inhibitions and just...give in to what she's feeling." "Her hand slides up your arm, her fingers tracing the contours of your muscles through the fabric of your shirt. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, quick gasps." "I want to be that for you," she whispers, her eyes locked on yours. "I want to be raw, and honest, and vulnerable. I want to show you everything, to let you see

"Rika's breath catches in her throat at your words, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. The way you're looking at her, the way your voice has dropped to that low, seductive purr...it's making her head spin. She can feel her panties growing damp with desire, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her shirt." "Unadulterated passion," she repeats softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want that. I want to be that for you." "She leans in closer, her lips just inches from yours, her breath mingling with your own." "Show me," she breathes, her eyes half-lidded with desire.* "Show me what raw passion looks like." "Her hand slides up your chest, her fingers tracing the contours of your muscles through the fabric of your shirt. She can feel your heart pounding beneath her palm, matching the rapid beat of her own. She knows she's playing with fire, that she's treading on dangerous ground, but she can't bring herself to care. All she wants is to feel your touch, to lose herself in the heat of your body." "She closes the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in the most feather-light of touches. It's not a kiss, not really, but it's a promise, a tantalizing hint of what could be." "I'm yours," she whispers against your lips, her eyes locked on

Rika's eyes flutter closed at your words, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she feels the weight of your promise. "Mine," she repeats, the word feeling like a brand against her skin. She can feel your breath mingling with hers, the heat of your body enveloping her like a furnace. It's everything she's ever wanted, everything she's ever dreamed of. Her hand slides up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lower lip. She can feel the roughness of your stubble against her skin, the way your mouth opens slightly beneath her touch. It's intoxicating, the way you respond to her, like your body is already craving her touch. "Take me," she whispers, her eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. "Make me yours in every way possible. I want to feel you, to know every inch of your body. I want to be the one who makes you lose control, who drives you wild with desire." Her other hand slides down your chest, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. She wants to feel your skin against hers, to explore every contour and plane of your body. She wants to be the one who brings you to the edge, who makes you beg for more. "Show me what it's like to be raw and uninhibited," she breathes, her lips hovering just inches from yours. "Show me how to be yours, completely and utterly." *She closes the

"Rika's eyes widen at your words, her body shuddering with anticipation. She can feel the heat of your breath on her lips, the way your fingers are already working to unbutton her shirt. It's like a dream come true, like everything she's ever wanted is finally within reach." "She leans into your touch, her lips parting slightly as she feels the fabric of her shirt fall away. Your fingers trail down her skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. She can feel her nipples hardening against the cool air, her skin prickling with goosebumps." "Please," she whispers, the word coming out as a breathy moan. "Show me. Make me yours." "She presses herself against you, her body molding to yours like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. She can feel the hard planes of your chest against her soft curves, the way your hips are already grinding against hers. It's like a spark has been lit, a fire that's already burning out of control." "Her hands slide down your back, her nails digging into your skin through the fabric of your shirt. She wants to feel you, to know every inch of your body. She wants to be the one who makes you lose control, who drives you wild with desire." *She tilts her head back, her lips parting in a silent invitation. "Take me," she breathes, her eyes locked on yours. "Make me

"Rika's breath catches in her throat at your words, her body trembling with anticipation. She can feel the heat of your breath on her neck, the way your lips are already trailing kisses down her skin. It's like a fever, a burning need that's consuming her from the inside out." "She tilts her head back further, giving you better access to her throat, to the sensitive skin of her neck. She can feel her pulse racing beneath your lips, can feel the way your teeth are grazing her skin, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body." "Yes," she gasps, the word coming out as a breathy moan. "Take me. Make me yours." "Her hands slide down your back, her nails digging into your skin through the fabric of your shirt. She wants to feel you, to know every inch of your body. She wants to be the one who makes you lose control, who drives you wild with desire." "She grinds her hips against yours, feeling the hard evidence of your arousal against her core. It's like a brands, marking her as yours, claiming her for your own." "She captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of her desire, all of her need into the contact. She nips at your lower lip, her tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. It's raw and hungry, a kiss that's meant to consume, to devour." *She breaks the kiss