No...yes

You keep the shirt over your crotch as she undresses. As she sits down on the bed, your erection presses against the fabric. She is just as she is in your dreams, afterall. You start to sweat a little, feeling excited and nervous that it is happening just as you imagined.

"C'mon," She says softly, crossing her smooth pale legs as her hand traced over the black blanket she was sitting on. "I'll make you feel good, John."

"I'm a bit - shy."

You weren't at all expecting her to come in your room. She gets up, her firm breasts bouncing slightly, and she walks up to you. "Don't be," She says, placing a hand on your waist. She moves down, and grabs the shirt, slowly pulling it from your grasp. "Mmm - nice 'n big. Why were you hiding it from me?"

She presses her lips against yours. It was something you wanted to do, but at the time you were just too nervous. She places her hand on your hard cock, and begins stroking it. You shudder at the feeling of her soft hand against your erection. You kiss her back, and she says, "Still feeling shy?"

"No."

"Alright."

She kisses you, still stroking your cock. She says, "I'll do anything you want, John."