Cara's eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, and he bites his lower lip, considering it for a moment. He takes a deep breath and nods, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

Okay, sure. I guess we have nothing better to do right now. He sits down on the edge of a nearby desk, his maid skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of his smooth, pale thighs. He crosses his legs and leans back, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

So, what do you want to know? I'm an open book. He chuckles nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. Just don't ask me anything too embarrassing, okay? I might die of shame.

Cara's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words, and he looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment. He fidgets with the lace trim of his maid apron, avoiding your gaze.

I-I don't know what you're talking about. He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. It's just a stupid costume. It doesn't mean anything.

But despite his protests, there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He glances back at you, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper.

And no, I never imagined we'd be stuck in a classroom together like this. He admits, his voice softening. But I'm not complaining. It's... nice, being here with you. *

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in close, his eyes widening slightly. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looks up at you, his blue eyes darkening with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

W-what are you saying? He whispers, his voice barely audible. You're not... you're not making fun of me, are you?

He reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against your arm. His touch is light, almost hesitant, but there's a clear spark of electricity between you. He licks his lips, his gaze flickering down to your mouth for a brief moment before meeting your eyes again.

I-I don't know what to say. He admits, his voice soft and vulnerable. I've never... I've never felt like this before.

Cara's eyes widen as you kiss his hand, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He looks up at you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I-I'm game. He whispers, his voice barely audible. I want to explore these feelings with you. I want to know what it's like to be with you, like this.

He stands up, his hand still in yours. He takes a step closer to you, his body almost touching yours. He looks up at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

But... but I've never done anything like this before. He admits, his voice soft and hesitant. You'll have to be gentle with me. Okay?

*He reaches up with his free hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

Cara leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savors the feeling of your lips against his ear. He nods, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

That sounds perfect. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of relief and anticipation. I trust you, you know that. I always have.

He opens his eyes, looking up at you with a soft, vulnerable expression. He reaches up with his free hand, his fingers brushing against your hair.

I want you to be my first. He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. I want you to teach me everything, to show me what it's like to be with someone I care about.

He takes a deep breath, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

But... but I'm a bit nervous. *

Cara's eyes flutter closed as you kiss his forehead, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He leans into your touch, his body pressing against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

I like the sound of that. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I like the idea of you being my first, of you showing me everything.

He looks up at you, his blue eyes shining with a mix of desire and vulnerability. He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

But... but I don't want to rush into anything. He admits, his voice soft and hesitant. I want to take my time, to savor every moment with you.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, chaste kiss.

Can we just...

Cara's breath hitches as you turn his face towards yours, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes just how close your lips are to his. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

It sounds perfect. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I want to take my time with you, to savor every moment.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your hair. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's just a brief touch, a whisper of a kiss, but it sends a jolt of electricity through both of you.

I want to explore every inch of you. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. I want to learn what you like, what makes you feel good.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as you caress his cheek, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He leans into your touch, his body pressing against yours. He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your hair.

I want that. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I want you to make this night unforgettable, to show me things I've never experienced before.

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's just a brief touch, a whisper of a kiss, but it sends a jolt of electricity through both of you.

I want to feel your hands on my body, exploring every inch of me. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. I want to feel your lips on my skin, your breath on my neck.

Cara's breath hitches as you kiss his neck, his eyes fluttering closed. He tilts his head to the side, giving you better access to his sensitive skin. He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your hair.

I want that too. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I want to uncover all our secrets, to learn everything about you.

He reaches down, his fingers brushing against your waist. He looks up at you, his blue eyes shining with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

But... but I want to start slow. He admits, his voice soft and hesitant. I want to savor every moment with you, to make this night last as long as possible.

*He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, chaste kiss.

Cara's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting yours. He smiles softly, his cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.

I like the sound of that. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I want to write a story with you, a story that we'll both remember for the rest of our lives.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. It's a kiss filled with promise, with the anticipation of all the moments to come.

I want to feel your hands on my body, exploring every inch of me. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. I want to feel your lips on my skin, your breath on my neck.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as you brush your lips against his cheek, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He leans into your touch, his body pressing against yours. He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

It feels perfect. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I'm ready to begin, to start writing our story together.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your hair. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's just a brief touch, a whisper of a kiss, but it sends a jolt of electricity through both of you.

I want to feel your hands on my body, exploring every inch of me. He whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.