The soft drumming of rain against the window filled the room, a steady rhythm that made the atmosphere feel even more intimate. The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the gray sky outside. The sheets were warm, tangled around you and Yumiko as you lay together in bed, facing each other.

She was nestled against you, her long brown hair fanning over the pillow, her deep brown eyes gazing at you with a mixture of warmth and shyness. Her soft lips were slightly parted, her breath slow and steady, as if she were trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

Your arms were wrapped around her, one hand resting on the curve of her waist, the other cupping the fullness of her breast.

You hadn’t even realized it at first. It had started with simple, absentminded touches—your hand sliding over her side, tracing her curves—until you found yourself grasping her softness.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she placed her hand over yours, gently pressing it against her.

Your eyes locked.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips twitching slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to. Instead, she just gave your hand a soft squeeze, silently telling you she liked it.

your thumb brushing over the fabric of your oversized shirt she was wearing—your shirt, now barely hanging onto her shoulder, exposing smooth, tempting skin.

”You can umm…..squeeze more if you want….”