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Stalker Turned Victim? (Kaysan x Nurse)

Allan opened his eyes and looked up at Elsa. He blinked and smiled, but then noticed that he could very clearly see down her bathrobe, somewhat, and that her abundant breasts were still a bit wet from the shower. Allan flushed red. While Allan's boner had mostly dissipated, it was still, there, only it wasn't quite as noticeable. Unfortunately, the combined efforts of Elsa's cleavage and his dream were beginning to change that. Allan sat up quickly as he began to stiffen again, in order to try and hide it. The problem now was that he couldn't stand up without it being immediately evident. "O-okay... I'll, uh... I'll step in there shortly, I guess." he stuttered, fully aware of his erection now. He only hoped now that she she didn't notice it.
 
Elsa wondered why Allan's face was flushing the way it was. Was he embarrassed to see her in a bath robe? It didn't bother her any, but maybe he was more modest than she was. She stepped away from the bed as he sat up, trying to give him some space. She didn't want to crowd him or anything, and he seemed to be flustered by something. She shrugged, "Okay. If you tell me where the laundry room is, I'll go throw my clothes in. I can take some of yours too, if you'd like." she gave him a little smile, trying to make herself useful while he was in the shower. She didn't want to just sit around and wait for him, that was ridiculous. And she was also supposed to be working, so she'd like to have some work to do.
 
Allan sighed, and rubbed his chin. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was beginning to like her. He wasn't sure if it was due to his lack of company, which he didn't doubt, or if her gentle nature was growing on him. However, he knew perfectly well that she liked him; She'd come and found him, and she had agreed to stay without question. Allan looked up at her quizzically for a moment, and then stood. He walked over to her and looked down into her eyes. "Don't bother doing the laundry, Elsa. I need to know something." With that, he reached his hand up and gently took her chin, closed his eyes and tilted his head, and kissed her right on the lips. When he stopped, he looked straight into her eyes again, but smiled, "Did that bother you at all? The weird kid in high school, who was generally disliked by most, kissing you right on the lips when standing in only a bathrobe and boxers?"
 
He needed to know something? She opened her mouth to say okay, fire away, but suddenly his lips were on hers. Her eyes widened and for a moment she stopped breathing. His lips stayed against hers for a few moments, but then they were gone. She blinked once, then again, warmth flowing through her. Had he really just done that? And then he was talking again, and she needed to process. A smile spread over her face slowly, her cheeks finally flushing in response to his kiss. "No..." she said carefully, the words forming strangely in her mouth at first. She had to concentrate really hard on being able to speak English. The only thing that was coming to her was gibberish, "It didn't bother me at all. It...was great,"
 
Allan smiled and let go of her chin, combing her hair over her ear and slipping his other arm around her waist. He kissed her gently again, and slowly began to walk over to the bathroom. "I know I've seemed cold. I want to change that." he said, giving her a gentle squeeze as he walked through the bathroom door. The shower was still running.
 
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