*Retasu takes this in and slowly pulls her hand back, keeping it in his.* You don't mind? I know it's strange and I wouldn't normally ask you to wear weird things.
*She pulls her other hand back to touch her face and try to cool down her blush again.* I-I'm s-- all right. You're too nice. *shivers* Um. I hope you don't mind if I'm not very good.
*She inhales deeply, pauses, and lets out her breath slowly. All right. She squeezes his hand and then lets go, pulling back to strip off her underwear while really hoping somebody doesn't decide to knock on the door.*
*blush* O-okay. Just, um. I'll probably do things wrong, so...
*She breathes in slowly again and moves closer to him, visibly fretting about details. She wonders if she should pull up his skirt, or if she's supposed to do what they were doing before. She goes for the latter only after a mental coin flip and moves to kiss him to attempt to mask the awkwardness.
*She shifts and rearranges her seating position so that she's closer to him, with one leg on either side. Nervously, she looks down, and she turns an even deeper red.*
*It's uncomfortable at first, with Retasu's movements composed of awkward, stiff jolting and her whimpers and gasps sounding strained. She tries to relax and looks away for a second before thinking better of it and turning her red face to Issei. Retasu slowly smiles at him and breathes in and out, moving more carefully and fluidly now.*
*Blush blush. She takes another nervous breath and, very slowly and carefully, starts to move up and down. More gasping and squeaking follows, only some of it humanlike, and her face is beet red.*
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*She inhales deeply, pauses, and lets out her breath slowly. All right. She squeezes his hand and then lets go, pulling back to strip off her underwear while really hoping somebody doesn't decide to knock on the door.*
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C-can you sit on me?
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*She breathes in slowly again and moves closer to him, visibly fretting about details. She wonders if she should pull up his skirt, or if she's supposed to do what they were doing before. She goes for the latter only after a mental coin flip and moves to kiss him to attempt to mask the awkwardness.
Retasu really has no idea what she's doing.*
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A-are you okay so far?
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It'snotyourfault.
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[Though it's hella uncomfortable.]
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*She breathes in to steady herself. Shaking, she spreads herself open, holds onto Issei, and carefully starts to push down.*
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Sorry. Okay. Um.
*Her hands move back up to hold onto Issei's shoulders and she starts to move around a bit to adjust.*
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[Still not moving on his end, though.]
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[More so when you don't look like you're in pain.]
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*Retasu no. You don't apologize when somebody says you're pretty.*
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[???]
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*Blush blush. She takes another nervous breath and, very slowly and carefully, starts to move up and down. More gasping and squeaking follows, only some of it humanlike, and her face is beet red.*
Please tell me if I'm hurting you.
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