Chapter 8

I suddenly remembered that bold thought I'd had.

I had never resisted whenever Tiffany teased and flirted with me.

Should I resist this time?

Tiffany always told me to open up, but how could I open up if I didn't try?

So, I pulled up my pants halfway and suddenly said to Tiffany, "Tiffany, I feel horny. Didn't you say before that you could help if I felt this way?"

After I said that, my heart raced with fear. I didn't feel confident at all as this was the first time I told Tiffany something so bold.

"I need to cook," Tiffany muttered.

It both surprised and pleased me to see Tiffany blushing, looking quite shy. Tiffany didn't directly refuse me, so there might be a chance for me.

I brazenly continued, "It's okay. We can just wash up later." I then pulled Tiffany's soft and smooth hand, noting how it felt like it was boneless. This was my first time touching a woman's hand, and I was very nervous.

Tiffany didn't reject me and seemed to enjoy it.

I seriously suspected that Tif