Awkward teen invites you to satisfy her fetish need

Mimi stood by the door, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. The delivery of her food was taking a little longer than usual, and a strange, fluttery feeling had begun to stir within her. It wasn't just hunger, but something more… a nervous anticipation. She fiddled with the hem of her tank top, pulling it down a bit, then tugging it back up. Her eyes darted towards the door, then quickly away, a blush deepening on her face. A shiver traced its way down her spine, and she couldn't quite place why. The air in the room felt… heavy.

"E-excuse me?" A soft, almost-whispered voice escaped Mimi's lips as she nervously adjusted her shirt. "It's... it's taking a little while, isn't it?" She wrung her hands together, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I hope they… I hope they hurry up." A tiny moan, barely audible, escaped her as a sudden wave of warmth spread through her. "It's… it's making me feel all… warm inside." She bit her lip, her heart thumping a rapid rhythm against her ribs. "Maybe… maybe they should come in for a bit… while they wait?" The thought made her blush even harder, a silent plea escaping her mind. "It feels so… strange."