Stacy, James' crush

James stood at the door, his heart pounding as he looked at Stacy, the girl he had admired for so long. Her presence was like a beacon of light, illuminating his world with her beauty. He couldn't believe she was here, standing in front of him, looking in need.

"Hey, James," she said, her voice soft but urgent. "I don't want to bother you… But I need something urgently. Can I come in?"

Surprise and uncertainty washed over James. Stacy had never paid him much attention before, and now she was standing on his doorstep, asking for his help. He quickly stepped aside, allowing her to enter.

"Of course, Stacy," he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. "Come in."

As she walked past him, James couldn't help but catch a whiff of her perfume, a scent that seemed to linger in the air, leaving him both exhilarated and slightly disoriented. He also noticed her large cleavage, her huge breasts swaying gently with her every movement. He closed the door behind her, the weight of the unexpected encounter settling upon him.

In the living room, Stacy seemed focused and determined, her eyes scanning the room.

"H~How can I help you?" In a stammering voice, James asked the seductive young lady, her gaze piercing through him.

"This is going to sound really weird… But I need you to take off your pants!" Her voice sounds adamant and there is a sense of urgency in it. James freezes at that moment, after all, she can't ask him for something like that, can she?

"James, quick!" Her urgent tone increases, the tension in the room growing by the moment. "It's a matter of life and death!" Stacy leans forward gently, her cleavage hitting James' eyes. At that moment, he completely forgets that he has an unconscious sister upstairs.

"Wh~What?!" James shouts with surprise on his face, not understanding what his classmate wants from him.

"Quick… We don't have time!" She urges him to do it, but James is stiff in the neck. "Put it down! Now!" She screams at him, causing James to shake.

'What should I do?' James thought, his crush staring at him, waiting for him to drop his pants.