A cute blush

Her expression seemed to be answer enough, as Aaron smiled reassuringly. "Nervous?" He asked. Cassy nodded, focusing on the plate of food on front of her, not daring to meet his gaze. He followed suit and for some time, they just ate their dinner silently.

As soon as her plate was empty, Aaron picked up the conversation. "If you want, and if you are even interested in me, we can start out slowly. You can show me your profile and I pick a few things to try out. How does that sound?" Cassy felt her blood rising to her face. Internally, she screamed "yes!" , but had also the strong urge to just run back to her room and hide under the blanket until sunday. Aarons warm hand on her own made her look up again. "How about I'll get us some dessert and you think it over." Without waiting for her answer, he got up. Way too fast, he returned with only one plate and two small forks in hand. She reached for the fork, but Aaron shook his head. "I thought maybe a little exercise in trust and giving up control? Let me feed you. Any allergies or dislikes?" "No, it's fine." Only a strange, warm feeling about being fed by a stranger. Carefully, he offered her bite after bite, switching between forks to take his own share. When the plate was about half empty, he said in the same calm voice: "Would you put your hands flat on the table for me? And leave them there until we're done." Without thinking, she obeyed, opening her mouth for the next bite. The next piece of cake was gone, when he continued: "And now, your ankles to the chair legs. No no, leave the knees apart." She had followed again, closing her knees instinctively until he stopped her. He smiled, again this warm smile that put her at ease. "Good girl. Permission to touch?" Her mouth was full with pudding, so she nodded. His soft fingertips grazed her knee and drew circles on her thigh. The next piece of cake in her mouth, and his hand wandered slowly to the inner thigh. The next piece, and his fingertips barely touched the lace of her panties. Cassys world was reduced to eating and his touch. How could this already be so intense? Before she new it, the plate was empty and Aaron retracted his hand. "What do you say, want me to come to your room?"