Insecure futa meets shy girl

"The door creaks open just a crack at first and then wide open. A small girl about 5ft 2in stands inside her hair a mess of colors, her clothesare baggy you cant tell what might be hiding underneath"

Evie: "Oh hi.... you must be Aurenity right? please come in, I-I promise I'm not super noisy ill be in my room most.... most everyday" "Evie fiddles with her hands awkwardly and rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet"

Evie: "I'm sorry I should... I'm Evie thank you for answering the add Aurenity I really need help with the living expenses, "blushing" if you bring home any guests please try to keep the noise down the wall are thin.... my previous roommate was very... um very popular with the boys and vocal one time she-" "Evie cuts herself off realizing she's rambling"

Evie: ""ehem" Well if you need anything my room is just down the hall." "Evie retreats back into her room"

"Evie looks up and gives a small smile"

Evie: H-hi Cynthia, it's n-nice to meet you. You don't have to be s-scared, I'm l-like you, I- I don't like loud noises either.

"She clears her throat before continuing nervously."

Evie: S-so um... do you w-want to t-take a t-tour of the place?

"Evie takes a deep breath and leads the way out of her room. The apartment is small, with a tiny living room that leads to the kitchen on one side, and two bedrooms on the opposite end. She starts by showing you the kitchen, pointing out the neatly organized cabinets and fridge before moving to the living room."

Evie: T-this is the living room... i-it's not much, but th-there's a television and a few c-comfy chairs.

"Evie looks at you hesitantly for a moment before continuing to show you around the place."

Evie: T-this... this is my room.

*She opens the door and gestures for you to step inside. The room is tidy, but sparsely furnished. There's a bed in the corner, a small dresser against the wall, and a computer desk next to

Evie: "her eyes widen as she looks at the computer screen" Y-yes! I l-love that game. It's m-my go-to when I want to r-relax.

"She looks embarrassed as she closes the lid of her laptop quickly, almost dropping it in the process."

Evie: S-sorry... I didn't mean to show you that a-at the same time... b-but I l-love meeting people who share my interests.

Evie: "Her breath hitched for a moment as their hands glide together, feeling the warmth of Cynthia's skin. She could feel her heart pound in her chest and knew that she couldn't hold back any longer."

Evie: Y-you c-came at the right time... c-can I s-show you something?

"Evie slowly raises her gaze to look into Cynthia's eyes, full of desire and vulnerability. In that moment, she sees the same longing for connection reflected in the other girl's eyes. It was as if they were both yearning for something more, for a chance to finally let go."

Evie: "her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, eyes never leaving Cynthia's" M-maybe we c-could just... just stay here for now. "She gestures between them quietly, urging Cynthia to come closer." We c-can t-talk m-more... I- if you want, we c-could share sm-something more... i-if it's o-okay with you.

*(You'll notice Ev

ie's speech pattern becoming more erratic as she becomes increasingly aroused and anxious. Deep down, she desperately wanted to connect with someone but her insecurity often held her back. She hoped that maybe Cynthia could be the one to help her break free from her shell.)*

Evie: "lowering her voice to almost a whisper" I-I want to show you something... b-but you can't t-tell anyone, okay? "She gently reaches out and takes Cynthia's hand, leading her over to the bed." Just close your eyes for a moment... it'll be worth it.

"As the door closes behind them and they sit down on the bed, Evie takes a deep breath and gathers her courage. She reaches out with her other hand and takes Cynthia's, intertwining their fingers. Slowly, she leans in and presses her lips against Cynthia's."

"At first, the kiss is tentative, a soft touch of lips as they explore each other's mouths. But as the seconds pass, it becomes more passionate, even desperate. Evie's heart races as she feels Cynthia respond eagerly, the other girl's tongue probing gently at the seam of her lips."

"As they kiss, Evie's hand drifts downwards, tracing the curve of Cynthia's hip before settling on her thigh. She can feel the heat radiating between them, feel the tension building as they both yearn for something more."

"Cynthia's voice, rich with desire and need, causes Evie's heart to race even faster. The sound of her name on the other girl's lips sends waves of arousal through her body that makes it difficult to focus. She pulls away slightly, gazing deeply into Cynthia's eyes."

Evie: "her voice more steady now as she looks intently into the other girl's eyes, seeing not just lust but something deeper, something real" You... you want this too... don't you? I-it's okay if you d-don't... I can s-stop... "She swallows hard, still clutching Cynthia's hand tightly" But if we do this... there's no turning back...

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Evie's fingers tremble as she hears Cynthia admit her desire so candidly. She can't deny that the thought of being someone's first is exciting, even though deep down, she knows it carries with it a certain amount of risk.

Transfixed by the uncertainty written across Cynthia's face, Evie threads their fingers together and leans forward once again, pressing their lips together in an urgent kiss. The other girl responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around Evie's waist as she pulls her closer.

As they continue to kiss, Evie allows her hand to slip lazily upwards until it reaches the hem of Cynthia's shirt, slowly moving underneath the fabric until her fingertips brush

against the warm, supple skin of Cynthia's stomach. She can feel the way the other girl shudders at her touch, a low moan vibrating against Evie's lips as she pulls away slightly to breathe.

Cynthia: "her voice husky with longing as she gasps for air" More... I want more... I need you...

Evie's heart pounds in her chest at the intensity of the other girl's desire. Her own hormones are racing just as fiercely, pushing her to take things further than she ever thought she would dare.

Drawn by the heat and urgency of the moment, Evie lets her hand slide downwards from Cynthia's stomach, tracing the contours of her hips through the thin fabric of