"I can help with that..."

She turns back.

"Would you be comfortable with that? ... On your first day here?"

You assure her that you'd be more than fine with that, gesturing to something beginning to rise in your own pants.

The blush returns to her face, but it's less intense. "Well... uh... if you really want to do this, you can... follow me." You take the opportunity, following her wide, swaying hips to her bedroom. It has a very garish, pink theme.

She turns back to you, still evidently a bit frazzled. In response, you get up on your tiptoes, throw your arms around her neck, and lock your lips with hers. She's surprised by the advance, but she passionately responds in kind. It doesn't take long for you to collapse onto the bed, and you begin to peel off her sweater as she accidentally pops the zipper out of your pants trying to reciprocate.

"S-"

"We can worry about that later," you reassure her, after which she pulls down your own pants, and your underwear to boot, exposing your throbbing member, which you swear is bigger than it was the last time you saw it. She then removes your upper garments, as well, rendering you fully naked. She runs a finger down your stomach. You can tell that you've become a bit more toned than when you were back in your own world - it seems like the nanomachines are doing their job.

It takes a lot more effort to peel off her clothes, which leads to some awkwardness, but you are able to do it fairly quickly. You reveal her massive breasts, burying your face in between them. She makes a noise that is somewhere between a squeal of pleasure and a giggle, wrapping an arm around your back and holding you tight in the embrace, as her other hand very carefully works to pleasure your throbbing member, occasionally dipping into her own seeping pussy to get some more lubrication for you.

You remain within her heaven until you begin to have a bit of trouble breathing, after which you pull your face back and her arm intuitively loosens its grip. She gazes at you, implicitly asking whether you're ready to take her or not. You indicate "yes" with a smile, and very carefully she guides your penis into her leaking cunt. The logical side of your mind remembers that you've had no kind of protection, but your lustful side quickly dismisses that.

Her inner walls are pillowy - they've obviously been broken by those who are closer to her own size, but they are still flexible enough to give you a very enjoyable experience. You bottom out fairly quickly, tantalizingly close to her cervix but not able to reach it. You thrust your hips, and when she senses the pattern she begins to buck them in tune with yours. Meanwhile, your hands climb up to the mountains of her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. To your surprise, a few drops of white fluid which you can only assume to be breast-milk leak out, tantalizingly rolling down the rest of her breast. You take one of the drops and taste it, confirming your guess and bringing your taste buds the pleasure that the rest of you is experiencing. Meanwhile, the lustful moans that your partner emits serve as confirmation that she is serving the same pleasure.

It takes about ten minutes for you to reach a climax, as your spurt a thick rope as deep as you possibly can, and you are rewarded with a bountiful heap of her love-juices. She sighs in pleasure, as the two of you ride out the ecstasy together.

"What... a first... impression," she mumbles. You chuckle. You roll over off of her and to a place beside her. She wraps her arms around you, bringing you in close. You accept it, and the two of you continue to cuddle on her bed for a few hours, holding each other close. You hear the distant but sharp crackling of the fireplace elsewhere in her apartment, as it focuses you in on the docile pleasure that you are experiencing. She seems to be rather experienced in this field, giving you as pleasurable an experience as she can, and occasionally massaging your back, with the satisfying cracks allowing you to further loosen yourself.

This lasts for a couple of hours, until Capella lazily looks at a clock. Her eyes widen a bit.

"Dinner!" she exclaims, sitting up. Turning to you, the glow of pleasure that once occupied her expression now turns again to one of slight awkwardness. "What do you want?"

"Uh..."

"Oh yeah, that's right - you don't know what food is like here. Well, there's a cafe a couple blocks down that I like, but if you're not that I'm sure I could pull something together from what I have here."