She tells you she likes it

"Mmm," Sarah purrs, stroking your hard-on through your jeans, "That feels nice. I like it in here with you, in the dark, so close. Don't look so shocked. I've seen the way you look at me. The way you've been watching me for years. Watching me at parties. Watching me dance. Looking up my legs when I wear short skirts to school. I know how much you want me. Why didn't you ever say anything? I've wanted you to. All those nights you thought about me as you stroked yourself, stroked your thick hard cock thinking about my tight little body, all those nights I was thinking about you too."

Sarah grips your cock through your jeans, squeezing and jerking as she talks. Her face is close to yours in the dark closet, her breasts pressed against your chest. You reach around and squeeze her firm, tender ass. It's just as good as you'd always dreamed.

"You've thought about fucking me, haven't you? About me riding my tight ass on your cock? You're going to get to do it all. I'm yours, and you can do anything you want to me. I want you, too."

Finally, Sarah shuts up and kisses you.