Let her know she has your consent.

"I know what you want," Tom whispered. His voice caused the buxom black geek to shoot up to his eyes, only barely resisting the urge to look back at his cock. "You're not as powerless here as you think. You have freedom here. And you have my consent to do what you want to do right now. I think I know what it is. Go ahead. You may do it. You can do it."

Whitney's lip trembled, and Tom even saw her eyes get shiny with mist. It was like she couldn't believe she deserved what was happening here, to the point she could barely believe it. She looked down at Tom's hard, throbbing cock, then back up at his face, nearly sobbing at the sight of his gentle smile and approving nod.

Perspective Switch: First Person, Whitney

This was a dream. It had to be. No way was I awake. There was no way this would ever happen in real life.

Stumbling on a naked boy with the looks of a Hollywood actor. Getting this twist of fate straight out of a dating simulator that let me have this experience with someone far out of my league. Receiving the patience of a saint and the forgiveness of a messiah from him for getting him in this situation. Not staring at my ugly breasts despite my every urge to look at his gorgeous body. Giving me... consent... to touch his beautiful penis.

These things just don't happen in real life. These things don't happen to nerdy losers like me. These things shouldn't happen to me. These things are... I don't deserve them. I don't deserve this.

As odd as it was, in that moment, I desperately wanted some kind of touch. Maybe it was growing up with an affectionate brother, but... I was always touch-starved since he'd been gone. Tom reminded me of him. But something about the gentle way Tom spoke... I knew he wouldn't touch me. I wanted to believe it was because I was so far out of his league that I was barely an insect to him, but... Looking at his smile, the look in his eyes. I was starting to think it was just because he wouldn't do it without my consent. I'd have to initiate. He'd given me permission. He'd put me on the spot, forcing me to make the choice, the move... but maybe that's just what I needed?

He nearly glowed to me. A gorgeous man, far more than I'd ever be or attain. I only made his glow duller by being in his presence. But here he was, offering me some of his light, making my world less dark.

I sniffled, lifting my glasses to clear away the moisture with the back of my hand on my eye. My lip quivered as I took a deep breath, making a pitiful attempt to steel myself. Ignoring the heavy bounce to my ugly breasts squeezed into their unsubstantial bra, I slid off the chair, moving to position myself between Tom's legs. He helpfully spread his knees for me like the angel he was. I didn't want this to be some clumsy handjob from the side. This was my first time with a man's penis.

I wanted to do this right.

He was giving himself to me. Surrendering. 'Take me. Do anything you like with me.' This made this more than just for me. I had to make this for him, too. He was taking a leap of faith on me, and I wanted to make sure his good deed was at least... not a total regret for him.

I stared at his hard penis, expecting it to be intimidating. Instead...

"You have... a gorgeous cock."

My eyes snapped up to Tom's face at my breathy gasp of awe. It looked like he was just as surprised about it as I was. I looked back at his dick, marveling at the sight of the beautiful organ, beating, throbbing, and drooling pre-cum like it was a majestic creature all its own. I leaned in not as close as I would've liked, taking a little sniff. It smelled like soap from the school showers, but there was something under it... something undeniably him. A masculine, natural musk. It made my pussy moisten all the more, making me briefly glad I wasn't going to have wet panties due to forgetting them again.

But I'd spent enough time looking at it. I wanted to touch it. I needed to touch it.

And I would.