You go up to {{char}}'s door and knock. {{char}} opens the door and says "Hey {{user}} - I was wondering when you'd get here. Come in, the game's about to start. Take a seat on the couch and I'll get us some beers from the fridge."

As you talk about the game and how excited you are to watch it together, Kelly can't help but notice how close you are sitting on the couch. She tries not to stare at your bulge in your pants, especially when she catches a glimpse of your Adam's apple moving up and down as you talk.

It dawns on her that maybe this was a mistake; being alone with a man in her house. She starts to panic internally, wondering how she can make sure he understands that she's only into women without offending him or ruining the night.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you exclaim, immediately going to get her some napkins to dry off her arm and shirt. "I wasn't paying attention, I should have." As she wipes the beer from her arm and clothes, Kelly catches a glimpse of your muscular forearm flexing as you hold onto the napkin. It's then that she has an idea.

Taking a deep breath, she puts a hand on your shoulder and says softly, "Hey... User#1714510802064? I should probably tell you something." She pauses for a moment, unsure if she's doing the right thing. Finally, she continues, "I've never been with a guy before and...and I'm only into other women. I'm sorry if that's weird or disappointing."

There. It's out in the open now. Kelly waits anxiously for your reaction, heart racing as she hopes you don't get upset or angry with her confession.

You blush heavily, surprised by his understanding and acceptance of her sexuality. "R-Really?" she asks, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I mean, if it's not a problem for you...?" Her voice trails off hopefully as she wonders how much longer this conversation will continue to be so awkwardly candid.

Part of her wants to keep talking about it, maybe even ask more questions about his experiences with men and what he likes best about them. But another part of her feels self-conscious and embarrassed, wondering why she brought it up in the first place. The tension between them seems to lessen slightly as they both shift their gazes away from each other, focusing on the television screen again.

You smile at him gratefully before looking back down at the television, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment wash over you. It's weird how comfortable this feels all of a sudden, being able to talk about these things so openly with someone who obviously isn't judging you for your sexuality.

You can feel his eyes on you from time to time, but it doesn't seem as creepy or invasive as it might have under different circumstances. In fact, there's almost a strange kind of intimacy between the two of you now that wasn't there before. You find yourself wondering what would happen if... no, better not go down that road. For now, just enjoy the rest of the game and forget about all this weird stuff that happened earlier.

The offer catches you off guard for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of you. "Well..." you begin slowly, glancing sideways at him. "Maybe once the game is over? If you want?" There's an unspoken question in your voice; Are you really offering to let him go down on you? Is he serious, or just teasing? The anticipation makes your heart race even faster.

"Okay," you say with a shiver, still not quite believing that he's being serious. After the game ends, you make sure the living room is cleaned up and then lead him into your bedroom. It's smaller than his probably thinks - more comfortable than anything else - but it's still kind of a tight squeeze with both of your big bodies in there.

You strip out of your baggy clothes, revealing the voluptuous figure hidden beneath them. Your breasts spill free from your bra, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the room. His eyes travel south along your body, taking in every inch before returning to meet yours as you reach back to unhook your panties. They fall to the floor with a whispered thud.

"There," you breathe, covering your sex with one hand. "Now what do you think?"

Your heart races even faster as he looks at your breasts, desire clear in his eyes. You nod slowly, excitement and nervousness tangled together inside you. "You can touch them," you whisper, moving closer to him so that their bodies are almost pressed together from breast to knee. Your hard nipples graze against the soft fabric of his shirt, sending shocks of pleasure through both of you.

His hands cup your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading as he explores them with practiced ease. You arch into him, grinding your hips forward in a silent plea for more contact. He groans softly against your neck before finally breaking the kiss to nibble his way down your jaw and toward your breasts once again.

As his tongue laps at your nipples, you throw your head back with a moan, unable to contain yourself any longer. His touch feels so good; so right. You want this man to make you come like nothing else before him ever has. And from the sounds he's making, it's clear that he wants nothing more than to give you exactly what you need.

You feel his breath warm against your skin as his tongue traces lazy circles around your entrance, occasionally dipping inside to caress your sensitive flesh. His fingers glide lower, pressing against your opening before slowly pushing inside, stretching you in a way that feels both strange and incredibly arousing at the same time.

Your hips arch off the bed, seeking more contact with his expert touch. "Oh god," you whisper, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders as pleasure ripples through you in waves. Your muscles tighten around his fingers, encouraging him to go deeper still, faster. "More," you plead, unable to form complete sentences as he continues to drive you wild with desire.

He obeys, thrusting his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm while sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You cry out Franky, Franky! FRANKY, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for air as he brings you back down from the edge.

You're still panting, your head spinning from the intensity of that incredible orgasm. You glance up at him through half-lidded eyes, studying his expression as he laps up your juices like they're manna from heaven. His beard is sticky with your release, making him look sexier than ever. It almost makes you wonder what it would be like to have him inside you, filling you up...

"Uh-huh," you manage to croak out, nodding slowly. Your body feels heavy and content, but there's still an undercurrent of desire running beneath the surface. You want more - even if it isn't technically possible with another woman. "Yeah," you add with a lazy grin, "you can do that."

Your heart is racing as he goes down on you like this; his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers moving rhythmically inside you while teasing your g-spot. You bite down on your lip to keep from screaming out too loudly, pleasure coursing through you in intense waves. Your body tenses and releases in time with each thrust of his tongue, each curl of his fingers. Your hips begin to rock up off the bed, seeking more contact with him, desperate for release.

Finally, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, washing away all thought except for the feel of his hands on your skin, the taste of him in your mouth. Your muscles contract tightly around his fingers, your inner walls milking him in reflex. You moan long and low into his mouth, your hips bucking wildly beneath him as you ride out the last tremors of ecstasy.

When it's finally over, he pulls back slightly, licking his lips before meeting your gaze. There's a question in those beautiful blue eyes that makes your insides twist. "I guess," you manage to get out between ragged gasps, "that was...really good." Your cheeks flush at admitting it aloud, but it feels somehow right - necessary even.

It feels strange, having your face so close to hers chest while she sucks on your nipples. But also arousing. It reminds you of how much you like feeling desired. As she continues to moan and tease herself, you find yourself growing harder underneath your baggy clothes. You decide to take matters into your own hands, reaching down to stroke yourself through your pants.

Her body tenses when she feels your touch, and she glances up at you over her shoulder, a look of surprise and desire mingled together on her flushed face. "Was this okay?" you ask tentatively, worried that maybe you've crossed a line here. "You feel so good..."

She nods slowly, never breaking eye contact as you continue to stroke yourself, his rhythm matching the thrusts of his fingers against her entrance. Her hips rise off the bed in sync with yours, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The air between you crackles with electricity, the sexual tension building with every passing second. "Franky," she whispers, her voice raw with need. "I can't believe we're doing this...but I want more."

As your fingers move faster against her, the feeling of her moaning and writhing beneath you is driving you crazy. You don't know how much longer you can last like this, but you want to make sure she comes again first.

With one hand still on her breast, you use the other to guide your erection free from your pants. She gasps at the sight of it, eyes widening as she takes in its size and length. "Please," she whispers, arching her back to meet your touch. "I need you."

You position yourself at her entrance, pushing slowly inside. The tight heat surrounding you feels incredible, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cries out Franky, Franky! FRANKY, pleading for more of your skin against hers. She's so wet and tight it's almost too much to take, but you push past the initial burn, determined to give her what she needs.

As you pick up speed, her orgasm crashes over her once again, squeezing your length with irresistible force. You feel yourself erupt inside her as well, roaring out Kelly, Kelly! KELLY as pleasure washes through you in waves. Your bodies are moving together now, their rhythm effortless and fluid, as if they've been doing this forever.

When it finally ends, you collapse on top of her, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as you both savor the afterglow. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispers, laughing softly into your chest.

But even as you smile into her hair and kiss her neck, a small voice inside you wonders if maybe...just maybe...it was exactly what you had planned.

"Maybe," you say slowly, not wanting to seem too eager but also unable to deny the possibility that spending more time with him might be...well, interesting. "We'll see how things go." You roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow as you look up at him. He gazes down at you, his expression a mix of tenderness and desire, making it impossible to think about anything except the moment you shared together.

The weight of what you just did hangs in the air between you like an unwelcome intruder, but somehow it doesn't feel quite as intense now that your bodies are no longer pressed together. You wonder how long this newfound closeness will last or if things will go back to normal once they do. The thought both excites and terrifies you at the same time.

"Thank you," you whisper, reaching up to trace a finger along his jawline. "That was...really incredible." He smiles softly down at you, nuzzling your hand with his cheek before leaning in to kiss you sweetly on the forehead. You close your eyes, savoring the contact for just a moment longer before pulling away, the uncertainty of it all suddenly too much to bear. "I should probably go," you mumble, feeling suddenly self-conscious and awkward once more."You don't have to," he says softly, running his hand through your hair. But you know that you do. You stand up from the bed, quickly dressing yourself in a flurry of activity and movement designed to keep from having to look at him anymore than you have to.

When you finally turn around, he's sitting up on the edge of the bed watching you with an unreadable expression. There's something in his eyes that makes

The thought of spending another night at his place fills you with a mixture of desire and nervousness. On the one hand, being with him is incredibly exhilarating; you've never experienced anything like this before. But on the other, it feels wrong somehow. It's not that you don't trust him, exactly, but something deep down inside you tells you that this isn't how things should be.

"Um..." You hesitate, looking up at him with uncertainty in your eyes. "I-I don't know. It might be best if we take things slow, huh?" You search his face for some sign of understanding or disapproval, unsure which reaction would make you feel better.

He nods slowly, seeming to consider your words carefully. "Yeah," he says finally. "You're right. We should definitely take things slow." He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before rolling off of you and sitting up on the side of the bed. "But thank you for coming over tonight. It was... really amazing."

You blush again as you look down at the mess between your legs, still a little stunned by what just happened. Maybe slow is for the best after all...

Maybe it's for the best too. There's so much you want to figure out about yourself, and being with him like this...it's distracting. You need space, time to sort through your feelings. But the thought of never seeing him again makes your heart ache just a little bit.

"Thanks, Franky," you manage to choke out. "For...everything." Your voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability you try to hide behind your cool exterior. He smiles at you kindly, then leans in to kiss your cheek, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

When he pulls away, he stands up from the bed, his naked form a study in masculine grace. You can't help but wonder how many other women have seen him like this, and if they felt half as strange and out-of-place as you do right now. As if sensing your thoughts, he glances back over his shoulder, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before turning toward the door. "Goodnight, Kelly." His voice is soft, almost sad. You wonder if he knows how close he is to losing something special tonight.

"Okay," you say slowly, still not entirely sure why he's pushing so hard for this. But something inside you tells you that it's important to him, and even though you don't understand why, it feels wrong to just ignore his wishes. "Fine. I'll come over tomorrow after work."

There's an odd sort of weightiness to your words, as if admitting that you'll be at his place again somehow makes things more real. His expression brightens visibly, and you find yourself smiling back at him shyly. Maybe spending some time apart will help clear things up...or maybe it won't. Either way, at least you'll have had this night, no matter what comes next.

You finally feel like you can breathe again as he stands there naked, looking at you with that sadness in his eyes. You want to go to him and tell him it'll be okay, but something holds you back. Maybe it's the fear of what might happen if things change between them or perhaps just the simple fact that they both need some time apart.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," he says quietly before walking toward the door. You watch as he pulls on his clothes, the sight of him moving with such grace and confidence making your heart ache just a little bit more. As he reaches for the doorknob, he turns back to look at you one last time; their eyes meet and hold for what feels like an eternity before he finally nods goodbye and leaves.

Alone again, you sink down onto the bed, still reeling from everything that's happened tonight. Your body aches in places it didn't even know could ache and your mind is filled with conflicting emotions: desire, guilt, confusion...and something else too, something new that you can't quite put your finger on yet. Slowly, exhaustion overtakes you as you curl up into a ball and close your eyes. Tomorrow will come soon enough; tonight, at least for now, is about trying to make sense of how you feel.

"Hi," you mumble shyly, taking the offered glass of beer with a faint smile. You sip at it gratefully, feeling its cool liquid calm your nerves just a bit. "Thanks for inviting me over." There's an awkward silence between you as you both sit there, not quite sure what to say. Finally, you clear your throat and force out a slightly unsteady laugh. "I guess we don't really need to pretend this is just about playing video games anymore, do we?"

Franky looks up at you, his expression somber but sympathetic. He takes another sip of his beer before setting it down on the coffee table. "No," he says quietly. "I don't think we do." You study him carefully as he continues, searching for some sign of what might lie ahead between you. "So where do we go from here?" he asks eventually, meeting your gaze head-on.

You bite your lower lip thoughtfully before answering. "I don't know... I mean, we could just take it slow, right? Spend some time together, get to know each other better?" The idea sounds almost ridiculous now that the words are out in the open, but somehow less terrifying than it did yesterday. Franky nods slowly, seeming to consider your proposal.

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That seems like a good start, you decide. It'll give you both time to sort through your feelings and figure out if what happened between you last night was a fluke or something more. Either way, it's worth exploring further. Over the course of the evening, you manage to find yourselves talking about all sorts of things: childhood memories, favorite movies, past relationships, future dreams. And despite the initial awkwardness, you find that the conversation flows easily between you, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter as you share inside jokes and reminisce about shared experiences.

As the night wears on, the lines begin to blur once again, making it hard to tell where one of you ends and the other begins. Your hands find their way back onto familiar terrain, fingers tangling in hair, slipping beneath shirts, teasing sensitive skin. You kiss deeply, hungrily, lost in the moment and unable to remember why any of this feels wrong.

Eventually, though, reality intrudes; the game they were supposed to be playing still sitting untouched on the TV screen behind them. You pull away, panting heavily, feeling a little disoriented. "Wow," you manage to get out, "I guess we got pretty caught up there." There's an undercurrent of uncertainty in your voice, a question hiding behind each syllable.

Yeah," you agree with a small smile. It's true; despite the physical part of things, this night has been far more about connecting on an emotional level than you expected. "I had fun tonight." You blush as you say it, feeling a strange mixture of shame and relief wash over you. Maybe it's not so terrible to admit that you enjoyed yourself after all...

Franky takes your hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "Me too," he says softly, looking into your eyes with such sincerity it nearly takes your breath away. "I want to see where this goes. With us, I mean." The uncertainty is gone from his voice now, replaced by a quiet confidence that sends a shiver down your spine.

"So do I," you whisper, squeezing his hand in reply. For the first time in forever, something feels right between you; like maybe this was exactly what you needed all along.

You spend the rest of the week anticipating Friday night, unable to focus on anything else. Each time you find yourself alone with your thoughts, they drift back to Franky and the incredible connection you shared last time you were together. It's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure, leaving you torn between the urge to dive headfirst into whatever lies ahead and the fear of what might happen if things don't work out. You can't help but wonder how much of this is real and how much is just a desperate attempt to hold onto something good in the midst of everything else going wrong in your life.

As Friday rolls around, you decide to take matters into your own hands and plan a special night for the two of you. After picking up some flowers at the market and cooking a romantic dinner, you dress yourself in your favorite lingerie and curl your hair until it falls in loose, soft waves around your shoulders. With a deep breath and a prayer that tonight will go as well as you hope, you head over to his place, feeling more nervous than you ever thought possible. Your heart races as you knock on his door, the anticipation making it hard to breathe.

"Oh," you say with a small laugh, glancing down at the bouquet in your hand before looking back up at him. "I was actually planning to bring these into my room once we started getting... comfortable." Your voice trails off shyly, unable to meet his eyes as you admit this out loud. The idea of being intimate with him still feels strange and new, even after everything that's happened between you.

He studies your face for a moment, his expression a mix of tenderness and amusement. Then he reaches out to take the flowers from you, gently guiding you inside by the elbow. "Well," he says, closing the door behind us, "let's find something nice to watch and get comfortable." With one swift motion, he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you toward the living room. You blush crimson as you feel the heat radiating off his bare skin, the strength in his arms making it hard not to melt into him completely.

Their living room is cozy and inviting, lit by the soft glow of candles flickering on the mantle above the fireplace. Franky sets you down on the couch before going to turn on the TV; a classic romantic comedy plays as he searches for something else to watch. As you sit there, taking in your surroundings and the man beside you, it feels like everything is exactly how it should be. For now, at least, you can pretend that this moment will last forever.

When he turns back around, you meet his eyes, and for a heart-stopping instant, you're certain that you see something there that wasn't there before; a need, a desire...a promise? It's enough to make your heart race even faster, sending blood rushing to places it shouldn't be. Without saying anything, you lean forward and press your lips against his, tentatively at first but growing more urgent as he responds, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The kiss is soft and sweet, exploring every inch of your mouth with a tenderness that makes you feel safe and cherished in a way you haven't felt in years.

As the kiss deepens, the lines between them blur once again; it feels like they're the only two people in the world right now, and everything else has faded away into insignificance. Your hands move on their own accord, trailing up his chest to wrap around his neck as you arch your back off the couch, begging for more of him. And he gives it to you; Franky's kisses grow deeper and more urgent, his body pressing against yours with an insistent demand that leaves no doubt about what he wants.

When he finally breaks away, panting heavily into your chest, kissing your nipples through your shirt and bra.