The next day, I wake up with my arm slung over something warm and my right hand gripping something soft, squishy, and elastic.
I open my eyes and see Aleena beside me, so close that my morning erection is pressing against her ass and my right hand is firmly holding one of her tits.
I quickly retract my hand and shift backwards, but Aleena turns around, looking at me with a wide-awake face and a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Why did you stop?"
"It's a mistake."
"You can touch it, you know? That wouldn't hurt. The only thing I'm still scared of is sex," Aleena says. Suddenly she gets up and sits on my crotch, her palms pressing against my chest as she leans in closer.
"You haven't kissed me this morning," she says, planting her mouth on my lips. She pulls back briefly, flashing a genuine smile at me.
