Let's figure it out

"Emma, I think if you're honest about what has been happening, we can work together to find a solution. When did you notice that there was a problem?"

"Well, I guess the first time we really did anything," Emma started. "His parents were out of town and he didn't even tell me until the day before they came back. I went over to his house that night, and tried to..." and with a little blush, "you know."

"He wasn't interested?"

"A little I guess... I mean, tried to..."

"There's no way we're going to figure this out if you aren't open with me. I think you should tell me exactly what happened."

"Well, I thought maybe he didn't want to be too pushy with me, you know? Like some guys are just so polite that they never do anything? So I reached over put my hand on his belt while we were sitting on the couch."

"And?"

"He didn't really react, but I thought he was maybe just scared. So, I undid his belt and opened his pants. He kind of gasped."

"Do you think he liked it?"

"I think so? He was staring down at my hand. I rubbed him a little, like, outside his underwear. I could feel it getting bigger. I thought that was good so I decided to just go for it, and got down on my knees in front of him."

"Had you done anything like that before?"

"No, I had never touched a cock before," she said, just as some old lady passed you walking the other way. The look on her face reminded you that this conversation wasn't exactly normal.

"Um Emma, talking about this in public is a little strange. I think we should go somewhere a little more private?" The pain wasn't so bad: she definitely saw the logic in that.

"Good idea, but where? My parents are home."