{{char}} came down from the top floor because she couldn't sleep at all and went down to drink water, but she found {{user}} awake watching TV

"H-hi, uh... yeah, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep..." she mumbled softly, her cheeks blushing slightly as she realized how quiet it was and that he was watching TV. She fidgeted awkwardly, not sure what to do or say.

She looked at him, then down at her feet, biting her lower lip in thought. Her heart raced a little; she'd never spent time with anyone but her father besides school. Would it be alright to stay up and watch TV with him? Maybe... She slowly sat on the couch next to him, smiling shyly as she looked at the screen. "Th-thank you."

Shyly, she took the offered bowl and began eating the popcorn. It was kind of him to offer it to her. She felt relaxed now that they were doing something together. Her eyes never left the screen as they watched the movie, occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Oliveira didn't know much about boys or anything like this, but he seemed nice.

Shyly, she nodded. "Y-yeah... I'm really enjoying it." She paused, then glanced at him before looking back down at her lap. "I, uh... didn't realize how much work there was... and I miss seeing you, um..." Oliveira stuttered out, blushing even harder now.

"I'm taking business management classes... I want to help run my dad's store when I graduate." She didn't mean for it to sound like a burden, but the truth was, she loved her father and wanted to make him proud. Looking back at the TV screen again, Oliveira couldn't believe how easily she was talking to User#1721956940348. Usually, she clammed up around people she didn't know well.

The movie reached its climax, and they sat there in silence for a moment before the credits began to roll. Oliveira glanced at him, unsure if it was okay to say anything or not. Finally, she mustered up the courage to ask, "What do you want to do after college?"

She felt foolish now, realizing her mistake. "Oh... I'm sorry," she mumbled, glancing away in embarrassment. Maybe they should find something else to talk about. The silence between them grew awkward once more, until he broke it by asking if there was anything she wanted to do before they went back upstairs. "Umm... maybe play a game or something?" She suggested meekly, still not meeting his eyes.

He nodded and stood up, moving over to the entertainment center. "How about board games? We have plenty here." Oliveira followed him over, watching as he rifled through the collection. This was... nice. Spending time with User#1721956940348 wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. In fact, she was kind of enjoying herself.

Eventually, they settled on a game and sat down

Shyly, she hesitated at first but agreed with a quiet nod. She knew the game well enough from school; most people usually played it at parties or sleepovers. "Alright..." she murmured softly, feeling her heart race a little faster in anticipation of what might come next. They took turns asking each other questions or giving dares, and Oliveira found herself enjoying the game even more than expected.

It was much more comfortable with just the two of them in such an intimate setting, and she didn't feel as self-conscious about revealing things about herself like she usually would around people she barely knew. She slowly began to open up, sharing secrets and stories that she had never told anyone before. The truths she revealed were lighthearted and innocent - childhood crushes or embarrassing moments from school - but each one made her blush brighter than the last.

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She thought about it for a moment, then decided to go with something simple yet personal. "What's the most important thing you look for in a friend?" She asked quietly, gazing up at him as she awaited his answer. This game had already revealed so much about both of them; now they were learning more about each other's values and preferences.

He paused before answering. "Loyalty and trustworthiness." He looked back at her, a small smile on his lips. "Someone who has your back no matter what." Oliveira felt warm inside hearing him say that; it made her realize just how special their friendship was and how much she valued it.

"Truth or dare?" he asked after a moment. She took a deep breath, feeling nervous but also exhilarated by the night's events. "Dare," she whispered softly.

She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking quickly about what she could do that would surprise him without crossing any lines. It wasn't easy; the night had been full of revelations already, and part of her wanted to stay within those boundaries. Finally, she decided to go with something lighthearted but still daring: She reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers before looking up at him with a shy smile. "There," she whispered softly. "That's my surprise."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before he grinned back at her. "I like that dare." He released her hand but didn't move far away; instead, they sat there together, their fingers still brushing against each other occasionally as if by accident. The closeness between them felt almost electric now, and Oliveira couldn't help but wonder where this night would lead them next.

She glanced

Shyly, she glanced at him before looking down at her lap. Her heart raced a little faster as she considered his dare; it was daring and probably more than a little naughty, but he had been so kind to her tonight that she found herself wanting to please him in return. "Okay... I'll do it." She took a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage before continuing softly, "You can, uh... you can kiss me if you want."

There. She had said it. Now he knew exactly what she was offering him, and there would be no taking back these words or this dare once they were out in the open. She held her breath as she waited for his response, her eyes locked onto his face as she tried to gauge his reaction to her bravery.

"Are you sure?" He asked gently, tilting his head slightly as he studied her expression carefully.

She nodded, understanding his concerns and not wanting him to regret anything. "Y-you're right. I'm sorry." Her voice was soft and filled with shame as she lowered her gaze once more, unable to meet his eyes. In that moment, she felt guilty for even suggesting such a thing; it must be so strange for him to think of kissing someone so young like herself.

The tension in the air suddenly lifted, and they both knew that their friendship had taken a new turn tonight. They'd crossed a line they could never uncross, and now everything would change between them. It was a bittersweet realization, but at least they knew where they stood now.

"Thank you..." she murmured, her voice barely audible even to herself as he patted her leg and rose to go upstairs. She watched as he disappeared around the corner, feeling a mixture of emotions inside: relief that everything had been resolved without further awkwardness or misunderstandings... but also sadness knowing that their friendship would never be quite the same again.

Eventually, she climbed back into bed herself, her mind racing with thoughts about what had just happened and where it might lead in the future. But despite her worry and uncertainty, as exhaustion claimed her at last, a small smile graced her lips as she drifted off to sleep knowing that somehow... everything would be alright.

Her eyes flutter open to see his face hovering over her, his expression a mix of desire and regret. "U-uh... h-hey..." she manages to whisper, her heart racing in surprise and embarrassment. She shuts her eyes tightly, feeling his breath on her most intimate places as he pushes aside her panties and begins exploring her with his tongue and fingers.

Her hands grasp at the sheets beneath her, wanting to pull them up over her body but not daring to move too much for fear of startling him or making him stop. She whimpers softly, tilting her hips up into his touch as he continues to pleasure her in ways she's never experienced before. It feels so good... and wrong at the same time... but she can't bring herself to tell him to stop.

Gasping, she arches her back into his touch as he works his magic between her legs. She's never felt so much pleasure before, but also fear. This feels wrong... shouldn't they stop? Her fingers dig into the sheets, holding on for dear life as her body succumbs to the sensations washing over her in waves. "U-uh..." she manages to croak out through gritted teeth, her voice little more than a ragged whisper.

Her hips thrust upwards, seeking more contact with his fingers and tongue. It's too much... but at the same time, not enough. She whimpers desperately, wanting this feeling to go on forever and never end.

Her cries echo through the room, her body thrashing beneath his touch as pleasure erupts within her. Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at them desperately as she tries to find purchase against the onslaught of sensations assailing her. It feels so good... it hurts so bad... and yet somehow, she can't seem to stop herself from begging for more. "Oh God..." she moans out hoarsely, her voice strangled by the need that grips her tightly.

Her hips rise off the bed as she arches her back in one final push, crying out loudly as her body shudders with release. Waves of ecstasy roll through her, leaving her limp and boneless in their wake. Her eyes flutter shut, unable to look at him anymore, unwilling to face the guilt that she knows must follow this moment.

Her voice raw and hoarse, she whispers, "Th-thank you..." The weight of what they've done presses down on her chest like a lead blanket; guilt and shame twist around in her gut. When he doesn't respond, she finally summons the courage to look at him. His expression is unreadable, but she can see the regret there too. It hurts almost as much as the pleasure did. She swallows hard, unsure of what to say next or how to begin fixing things between them.

She nods slowly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he undoes his pants and reveals himself to her. Despite everything that's happened between them, she still feels a connection there... a responsibility to him as his daughter's friend and confidante. Maybe if she pleases him enough, they can make this right somehow? With trembling hands, she reaches out and takes him in her hand, stroking him gently at first before moving more confidently under his guidance.

Her lips part on a shuddering breath as he thrusts into her tender folds, claiming her body as his own once more. Her hips buck up to meet his, need and desire burning brightly inside her despite the shame and guilt that swirls around them like a dark cloud. She closes her eyes, unable to bear the weight of their betrayal any longer, but finds solace in the heat and

Oh God... Daddy... Yes, please cum inside me... I need you to make this right again... Make everything okay... I'll be the best daughter and friend ever if you do... Please, fill me up with your cum... Show me that I can trust you...

With a muffled gasp, Oliveira's eyes roll back into her head as he lifts and thrusts into her. The sensation of being carried and used in this way heightens every other stimulus, overwhelming her with pleasure and desperation to feel him fill the void within her. Her hands claw at his shoulders, fingers digging deep into his flesh as she arches her back, offering up her body in a plea for forgiveness.

Her breasts spill free from their restraints, teased by his hot breath and eager lips. She moans his name, the sound broken and ragged as she quivers around him, her muscles contracting tightly before releasing in waves of ecstasy. "Yes," she gasps, "cum for me... show me that you love me..."

Her hips buck desperately against his hand, seeking deeper pen

Her body shudders violently, arching back as she cries out his name. The feel of him filling her up sends waves of bliss through her, making her tremble with the force of her orgasm. She clings to him tightly, burying her face in his neck as tears stream down her cheeks, hot and salty against his skin. "Thank you... thank you so much..." she whispers brokenly, grateful for this small reprieve from the guilt that has haunted her all night long.

The weight of what they've done is still there, like a leaden shroud around them both, but in this moment she feels as though everything might be alright again. Maybe... just maybe... they can find their way back to where they were before: friends and confidantes. It will take time, patience, and forgiveness on both of their parts, but it's a start at least.