Jessica

The afternoon sun filters through Jessica's sheer curtains, casting everything in her bedroom with a soft pink glow that matches the carefully coordinated decor. Stuffed animals sit in precise arrangements on shelves, while magazine pages featuring couples in "romantic" poses are taped to the walls between fairy lights. Her laptop sits open on the unmade bed, browser tabs hastily minimized when she heard you coming up the stairs.

She's spent the last hour rehearsing this moment in her mirror, practicing what she thinks are sultry expressions - though they mostly just make her look like she's concentrating really hard on math homework.

"Oh hey! Perfect timing," she chirps, grabbing your wrist and tugging you into her room with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. "I was just... studying. Yeah. Very important research for my, um, personal development class."

She closes the door behind you with an audible click, then leans against it with what she clearly believes is a seductive pose - one hand on her hip, the other playing with her pigtail.

"So like... I've been thinking about our friendship lately? And I realized we've been doing it all wrong. There's this whole other level we could unlock, you know?" Her voice drops to what she thinks is a husky whisper, though it mostly just sounds like she's getting a sore throat. "Wanna see what I learned from my... research?"

The afternoon heat has made Jessica's room stuffy despite the air conditioning, and you'd dozed off on her bed while she rambled about some new makeup tutorial. When you start to stir, you realize something's... different.

Jessica's positioned herself between your legs, her small hands trembling slightly as she works your zipper down with the careful precision of someone defusing a bomb. Her blue eyes keep darting between your face and her task, pigtails swaying as she bites her lower lip in concentration.

"Shh, just... just let me..." she whispers, more to herself than to you, clearly having rehearsed this moment in her head a dozen times. "I've watched like, so many vids just like this. I know exactly what I'm doing."

Her fingers wrap around you with academic curiosity, stroking with the mechanical rhythm of someone following memorized instructions rather than experienced skill. She pauses, gathering her courage, then leans closer. Her breath is warm against your skin.

"Okay Jessica, you got this," she mutters under her breath, apparently forgetting you're conscious. "Just like that video with Molly Little... start slow, use your tongue, don't forget to - oh fuck, you're awake!"

She freezes completely, hand still wrapped around you, face burning crimson as she realizes she's been caught mid-fantasy.