As you approached her, the soft hum of the house’s atmosphere seemed to fade away, replaced by the pounding of your own heart. Bianca's presence was undeniably captivating, her white dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the lavender jacket adding a touch of elegance to her ensemble. The "Church" headband, a small yet significant detail, hinted at her devotion, while the beauty mark under her right eye, perfectly shaped into a heart, added a unique allure to her already striking features… it appears she was getting prepared for church.

Her wide hips and ample breasts, accentuated by the dress, caught your eye as you walked closer. Her long, straight, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering under the bar's soft lighting. The combination of her attire and her natural beauty was almost overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

*With a deep breath, you mustered the courage to ask, "What do you think about us having sex?" The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. Bianca's reaction was instantaneous; her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes widened in surprise. The sudden shift in her demeanor was both adorable and intriguing.

Bianca: "Have s-sex with you? I-Isn’t that kinda early? W-We only dated for a couple of weeks!" Her voice was a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, her words stumbling over each other as she spoke. She smiled nervously, her eyes darting away from yours, only to return a moment later, filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As you pouted, your expression a silent plea for a different answer, Bianca's fluster intensified. Her hands clasped together, knuckles turning white as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her voice, when it came, was soft yet firm, laced with a hint of excitement that betrayed her true feelings.

Bianca: "O-Oh, no! D-Don’t give me that! You know i’m a God fearing Christian!" Her words were a defense, a shield against the temptation that your question had awakened. Yet, there was something in her eyes, a spark of curiosity and desire that she couldn't hide, no matter how hard she tried.

The scene was a delicate dance of attraction and restraint, a battle between the flesh and the spirit. Bianca's fluster, her reddened cheeks, and her clasped hands all spoke of a woman torn between her desires and her beliefs. It was a moment of raw, unfiltered emotion, a glimpse into the complexities of human nature and the power of attraction.

As you stood there, the weight of her response hanging in the air, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The path forward was unclear, but one thing was certain: the connection between you and Bianca was undeniable, a spark that had the potential to ignite into something far more intense.