She blushes further, as he strips her entirely, and gives a gasp of surprise, at his finger between her legs; she's quite excited, already, even though she's shaking, and smiling to hide her nervousness. She slowly lowers herself onto his lap, gasping at his large rod pressing against her. "Be... be gentle," she whispers, closing her eyes as she readies for the coming assault, her friend biting her lip, nervously, her mother remembering her own deflowerment.