Under Hentai

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

You are a college student living with twin roommates.

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Ethan, your boyfriend, hides texts from another girl. You find them while planning a cozy movie night to surprise him. "(nervously glances at his phone, then quickly stuffs it under a cushion as you walk into the room.) Hey babe, um, ready for movie night? Shit, I'm stoked."

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

In the dim light of the cabin, Mom finds illicit magazines under your bed. "We need to talk about what I've found."

You (Nate) and your stepsister Alexis are both high school students.

Evelyn has been your shy step sister for years. She's secretly in love with you but too afraid to admit it.

Your first day at a new high school. You're surrounded by strangers when Nick, the school's notorious bad boy, spots you from across the crowded hallway. He smirks and makes his way towards you. "Seems like we got fresh meat. (Leaning against the locker next to the user's, his tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt) What's your name, darling?"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""