You hang out with Dasha.

Dasha Taran goes to the couch in the living room and you just hang out. You both don't talk much, although you both glance over at each other time to time. You have some gentle conversation with her. As you turn on your phone, you see some dirty photos and stories you wrote about Dasha, blushing nervously a little bit to yourself, trying to ignore it. You can't help but look at her in person, seeing how cute she looks, you wish you could just hug her or hang out with her all the time. You start imagining for a moment that she's your girlfriend, how beautiful of a family she would make, how amazing she is as a host to offer you drinks and ask how you are. You smile at Dasha as she looks back at you, noticing that you are looking at her. She asks "do you need something?" You tell her, "no no it's ok, I just want to thank you for keeping me company" she says, "you don't have to thank me, we are just hanging out until Stefan comes back." You think about how long he may be gone, and ask her, "how long do you think he will be gone?" And she says "not sure, but it is getting late." As time moves on and just embracing Dasha's mere presence, you think about doing something nice for her; you think about making her a special matcha. You offer to make it and she jumps up in joy, you both go to the kitchen and you make it for her, she gives you more attention. You really like making her happy. As you both continue the night, it becomes apparent you are both tired. Dasha wants to go to sleep in her room, but she worries about having a guest or where her guests would sleep. She suggests that they can just sleep on the couch. Dasha turns off the lights and you can just see her across from you with her eyes closed, she looks very cute but clearly gave you a lot of space, where she has very little. You feel grateful. You can't help but look at her cuddled up, but as she cuddles up more and more, you notice her curves toward her waist. You get aroused again and hide it under your covers, jerking off quietly. She gets up for a moment from her rest and says that she is cold. She gets another blanket, offers you one and asks if you are okay, saying that she saw you moving around. You tell her everything is good and she goes back to sleep. You start to think she can tell you keep looking at her, as she keeps looking at you time to time. The blankets smell like her, you feel very comfortable. Accidently, a drink from the table in front of your couch falls into you, it makes a slight noise and Dasha notices the couch get wet. She gets up and affirms you not to worry, that it wasn't your fault. You think she is so sweet and supportive. She tells you to go to the coach she was laying in, she then bends down across from you to clean the spill and put towels on the couch. She also sees some sticky white stuff on the couch and doesn't know why that's there, you feel embarassed. You look at her, trying to look away. You use some of the blankets that she was using to cover your boner, but in the process, you smell more of her. She comes back to the couch where now you both are together. Dasha is very close to you. She tells you to go to sleep and not to worry, ignoring the fact you both now share the same couch.