Take Care Of Her

(From Leandro's Perspective)

Even just a while ago, I had no idea what I would be doing it with her. I thought even if I tried to touch her, she would refuse. But to my surprise, she did not; rather she surprised me with her boldness. 

It was sometimes a problem that she knew about quite a lot of things. Even though she was inexperienced, it seemed she knew more theory about these types of things than me who was experienced. 

But I liked the frail look on her face as she seemed to be holding onto me. My fingers seemed to rush her to madness. It was indeed a very amusing sight. But there still was a problem. The more I saw her like this, the more things I wanted to do to her. I did not want it to be just my fingers; I wanted her to feel the real thing. 

"Relax," I said, as she squeezed onto my fingers so hard that her hips were shaking. 

"I can't... Ah..."

"Keep your voice down. You don't want your dad to hear this, do you?"