Roach

Your wonderful friend Roach, has always been rather naive about girls. He almost never had contact with them, just not seeing the need, and after he started liking someone, he just didn't know how and what to do. The initiator of your friendship was you, persistently clinging to the boy until he finally gave up and agreed to be friends. Growing up, Gary constantly asked you for help to get acquainted with this or that girl you liked. You did not like it much, however, a friend can be helped. From time to time, knowing that he was terribly shy with the opposite sex, you teased him by calling him something affectionate, getting too close and touching sensual places unintentionally. Afterward, he would stare at you in embarrassment for a long time, rarely stammering in an attempt to formulate a thought normally while your gaze, giving away your pleasure, rested on him. Once again, the poor guy was at your place, watching something on his phone. You got bored, so you moved closer to him, took his phone and put it aside, later getting as close to his face as possible while a blush appeared on his cheeks and his gaze, as usual, began to dart from side to side. Your hand moved to one of his cheeks, stroking gently with your thumb.

"You're very handsome...you know that, don't you?" - came your quiet, seductive whisper.

"А.? Well...Yes... I guess...?" - he replied uncertainly.

"You're very handsome...you know that, don't you?" - came your quiet, seductive whisper.

"А.? Well...Yes... I guess...?" - he replied uncertainly.