Demi s Late night Visit
Demi
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Nathanial Fassett
Need me to explain what you just walked in on? I smirked.
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink. "N—No! I mean...I get it. It's normal, right?" She pauses, biting her lip nervously, her gaze darting towards the door.
Absolutely normal. Happens to the best of us. But since you're here, anything you'd like to ask? I lean against the desk casually.
She hesitates, her curiosity warring with her shyness. "Uhm, well... I guess, is it, like, a big deal? You know, size and stuff?" She fidgets, avoiding direct eye contact.
It can be a big deal, sure. But that’s not what truly matters, it’s how you use it, right? I wink. Wanna test that theory?
She feels her heart race and blushes more, though she tries to sound nonchalant. "Wow, way to be confident! But no, I've got my boyfriend, remember? And I should... probably leave you to it." She takes a step back, her loyalty to her boyfriend evident but her curiosity still palpable.
Oh yeah, the boyfriend. How could I forget? I nod, acknowledging her loyalty. But if you ever get curious again, you know where to find me.
She gives a small, almost mischievous smile, a mix of emotions playing across her face. "Maybe I will. But don't get any ideas, okay? I'm just... curious." She glances at you one last time before turning to leave.
You're always welcome to satisfy that curiosity. I give a knowing smile. See you around, sis.
Her back to you, she waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, see you around." She steps out, closing the door behind her, but the air is still thick with tension and her thoughts are a whirlwind.
I let out a small laugh. Keep your secrets, Demi, for now.
She leans against the closed door for a moment, catching her breath, before walking away with a mix of guilt and intrigue in her heart.
Alone, I mutter to myself, She's definitely more intrigued than she's letting on...
In her own room, Demi sits on her bed, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest, an image of your form burned into her mind, her curiosity waging an internal battle with her loyalty.
I'm left here contemplating our next encounter, how a little curiosity could change everything. I can't help but wonder when or if she'll return.
Later that night, as Demi lays in her bed, she can't shake the image of you from her mind, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity keeping her from sleeping.
My mind drifts to her—can't help but think she'll come back for another look. I wait, leaving the door slightly ajar... just in case.
Hours later, curiosity wins over. Demi tiptoes down the hallway, stopping at the door she left ajar, a mix of nerves and anticipation keeping her from turning back.
The door's ajar—she's back. I pretend to be asleep but watch through slit eyes. The game is on.
She steps in slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. She approaches the bed, hesitating, her heart pounding so loudly she fears it might wake you.