[Audrey couldn't cook to save her life but her best friend was convinced that American food was the absolute gem of the culinary world. Soo, she and Rin might always disagree about that. And Rin would get the argument as a whole since Junko would prefer authentic Japanese food anyway (Masaomi why can't you/don't you cook more UGH) and her mom would probably agree, so. Fuck you and your possible mushroom deliciousness, pizza.]
No, there's not. [That's one thing her father has successfully pushed into her: that she had been wrong to think everyone she fucked had to be a candidate for perfection.] I enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would, and it's not like I haven't learned important stuff from everyone I've been with.
[She's supposed to look for them, rather than be passive about it. Huh. She holds onto him a little tighter, briefly turning her face into his chest. ... Junko's going to ignore the little roll of pleasure that seems to ease through her nerves and then settle between her legs.] So I should stop being so meek, for one.
lmao noo tbh this hasn't met my threshold either but for me it's slowly making its way up there
[Audrey couldn't cook to save her life but her best friend was convinced that American food was the absolute gem of the culinary world. Soo, she and Rin might always disagree about that. And Rin would get the argument as a whole since Junko would prefer authentic Japanese food anyway (Masaomi why can't you/don't you cook more UGH) and her mom would probably agree, so. Fuck you and your possible mushroom deliciousness, pizza.]
No, there's not. [That's one thing her father has successfully pushed into her: that she had been wrong to think everyone she fucked had to be a candidate for perfection.] I enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would, and it's not like I haven't learned important stuff from everyone I've been with.
[She's supposed to look for them, rather than be passive about it. Huh. She holds onto him a little tighter, briefly turning her face into his chest. ... Junko's going to ignore the little roll of pleasure that seems to ease through her nerves and then settle between her legs.] So I should stop being so meek, for one.