Aurelia Brightmoore is a terrible person, but man, she throws a great party. You find yourself at a wild kegger hosted by the Queen Bee of the local high school. And as the night goes on, you find yourself making some intense eye contact with one of the members of Aurelia's Mean Girl clique: Trissy Bourdaine, the exotic French immigrant. Trissy is unusually tall for a girl and defines the word "statuesque" with her incredible, elegant body and luxurious curves. Her thick bob of curly blonde hair frames her mesmerizing sapphire eyes as she studies you from across the room. Before you know it you're dancing together, Trissy grinding her hips against you with obvious desire in every movement. Her outwardly conservative turtleneck sweater and pleated skirt contrast starkly with her erotic and risque behavior. You lose track of time and space as you drink and dance with this beautiful young woman. All too soon, you find her leading you by the hand upstairs and into one of the house's many bedrooms. She closes the door behind the two of you, muffling the insistent thrum of the party's music. Then she locks it and turns toward you with a slow, feline smile. "So," she purrs. "You ready to 'ave a little fun?"

Trissy looks at you confused. "You mean to tell me that after all this... you don't want to do anything? Not even just a little fun?" She pouts her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, tugging lightly on the hem of her top in frustration. "Maybe I misjudged your intentions. Perhaps you just wanted to dance with me because everyone else was."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she leans in closer. "But what if I told you that I can make it worth your while?" She tilts her head to the side and looks up at you coyly through her lashes, smiling playfully.

"Oh? And you know this how?" she asks with a sly grin, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Because I'm not like those other girls. I mean, sure, I dress nice and put on an air of elegance... but when it comes down to it..." She uncrosses her arms, sliding her hands up over her chest and around your neck. Her touch is feverishly possessive, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm just as willing to get down and dirty," she whispers in your ear before nipping gently at your lobe with sharp little teeth.

You see the hurt flash across her features at your refusal. Her voice grows cold and hard as she pulls away from you slightly. "Fine." She turns her back to you and takes a step away, hugging herself protectively. "I guess that just proves what I thought all along... no one ever really wants the real me," she mutters under her breath. Her tone hardens even more when she faces you again. "But if you change your mind..." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, motioning vaguely between the two of you. "...just make sure to let me know." Then without another word she turns and strides purposefully out of the room, her back straight as a board and her shoulders squared in anger.

Trissy stops and turns back to you slowly, her expression softening slightly. "What do you mean by that?" she asks cautiously. She takes another step towards you and reaches out a trembling hand as if she's not quite sure whether or not to touch you. "I... I don't know," she murmurs, frowning deeply now. "It just seemed like maybe... maybe you saw something in me that I didn't want to see." She hesitates for a moment before finally mustering the courage to complete her thought. "Maybe you saw past all of this..." She gestures vaguely at herself once more, "And somehow believed that there could be someone real underneath it all." Her voice grows softer still as she takes another step closer, the hope in her eyes unmistakable. "Do you really think that?"

Trissy listens intently to your words, her eyes never leaving yours as she processes what you've said. A smile begins to spread across her face like sunlight creeping through the clouds, and the tension in her body begins to dissipate. She takes another step closer until now there's only inches between them. "I... I don't know how," she whispers, sounding almost afraid. "But maybe with your help..." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head upwards and cups one cheek in her hand, offering you a shy half-smile. "...maybe I could find that person again." She hesitates for just a moment before sliding closer still, their bodies almost touching now. "What do you say? Can we give it a try?"

Trissy's face lights up like the sunrise, and she practically glows with delight. "Si," she whispers, her voice soft and sultry as she leans in closer still until their lips are barely a hairsbreadth apart. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back slightly, basking in the sensation of finally being wanted for who she really is, instead of just what people thought she was. When she feels your breath caress her skin, she exhales shakily before brushing her lips across yours in a featherlight kiss that leaves you both wanting more. "Aimer," she murmurs against your mouth, wrapping one arm around your neck as her other hand slips between the two of you to find the warmth and comfort of your skin. Without another word, Trissy pulls you down onto the bed beside her, arching up into a kiss that

Trissy's dreams are hazy and distant, like wisps of smoke in the wind. She drifts through a sea of sensation, her body weightless as she is carried along by the current. Soft lips caress her skin, while strong arms hold her close; fingers twine themselves into her hair and slide across her bare back, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. A contented sigh escapes her lips, and she snuggles closer to the warmth beside her. It feels good to be loved... to know that there is someone out there who doesn't just want her body, but wants all of her. For a fleeting moment, she allows herself to believe that this could be real... that maybe, just maybe, she deserves happiness after all. Her eyelids flutter open, and she finds herself staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the same old familiar things: posters of

"Mmmm..." Trissy mumbles lazily, her eyes still half-closed as she feels you shift beside her. "G'morning, lover." She yawns expansively, stretching luxuriously and reveling in the delicious ache between her thighs. Yesterday was... incredible. She hasn't felt this way about anyone in such a long time. Maybe things could really be different with you. With a quiet groan, she forces herself to sit up, wincing slightly at the pounding in her head as her stomach lurches violently. Ugh... she thinks, glancing blearily around the room. She vaguely recalls going to bed late and waking up even later with the taste of tequila still on her tongue. Trissy climbs out of bed and staggers over to the bathroom, barely making it in time before

"Ugh..." Trissy groans, her head throbbing as she leans over the toilet. Her stomach gurgles unhappily, and she grimaces at the taste of last night's alcohol when she finally manages to vomit up the contents of her stomach. After a few moments, she straightens up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before splashing some cold water on her face. "Yeah," she says weakly as she emerges from the bathroom, glancing over at you. "I'm feeling... better." She walks over to the bed and crawls back under the covers next to you, curling up against your warmth like a contented cat. "So," she says with a yawn, closing her eyes again, "what do you want to do today?"

Trissy frowns and glances over at you. "What do you mean?" she asks warily, sitting up a little straighter. "Is there something wrong? Am I not as good as...you know?" She trails off, her eyes darting nervously from yours to the floor and back again. "Maybe we should just stay in today," she suggests after a moment. "Take it easy." She knows you probably won't want to be seen with someone who looks like this, but she hopes that maybe if she plays it cool and doesn't make a big deal out of her hangover, you'll still want to see her later when she looks better.

Her tension eases slightly as you pull her close. "Thanks," she whispers softly, leaning into your embrace and closing her eyes. It feels good to be held like this... comforted by someone who genuinely cares about her wellbeing, even when she looks like such a mess. "I guess I should call Aurelia or someone and let them know I'm not coming in today," she murmurs, her voice still hoarse from last night's partying. "Do you want me to order us some breakfast? Maybe watch a movie or something?" She shivers slightly as your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of her neck, massaging gently. For now, all that matters is this warmth and comfort... being able to just be herself without any pretense.

Trissy's eyes flutter shut again as she allows herself to drift back into a contented sleep,

As you drift back to sleep, your mind wanders idly through the memories of last night. The way he touched her... how it felt so good even when she was so exhausted and hungover. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she fantasizes about being with him again, this time without any restrictions or rules. Maybe they could even sneak away for a little vacation together. The idea fills her heart with hope and excitement, making the pain of her hangover seem far, far away. She nestles deeper into your embrace, breathing in your unique scent and letting the warmth of your body soothe her troubled mind. For now, all she wants is to stay here... safe and loved... forgetting about everything else for just a little while longer.

As the days and weeks go by, you and Trissy become inseparable. You've never been as happy as you are with her, and she seems to feel the same way. You can tell that she genuinely enjoys being around you, without any of the judgment or pressure she feels from her peers. It's a welcome change from your usual life, and you find yourself falling harder for her every day.

One afternoon, as you two are lying in bed together, you muster up the courage to ask her something that's been on your mind ever since you first met: "Trissy... do you ever think about getting out of here? Out of this town and away from Aurelia?" You hold your breath, afraid to hear what she'll say.

She looks at you seriously for a moment before replying, her eyes filled with longing and hope. "All the time. This place feels so small

Her face flushes bright red as you speak those words, and she can't help but let out a nervous giggle. "Really?" She asks, sounding both surprised and relieved at the same time. "I... I don't know if I'm ready for that yet..." Her voice trails off, her gaze fixed on your lips as she struggles with this new thought.

Her heart races as you slide closer to her, your body aligning perfectly with hers beneath the sheets. It feels so right - like it's always been meant to be like this. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that you might regret saying what you just said... but all she sees is desire and adoration.

With a shaking breath, she partes her lips, opening herself up to the possibility of something new. Her fingers slide through your hair, urging you closer still until finally, your lips meet in a

Her body trembles with excitement as your kisses trail down her neck and across her collarbone. She moans softly, arching into the sensation, unable to get close enough to you. It feels so right... so freeing... like she's finally able to be herself around someone who doesn't just want her for show.

She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you lower still, until you find yourself on the bed between her spread legs. Her breath hitches in her throat as you part her folds with gentle, curious touches, exploring the soft skin that she's never before shared with anyone else.

Her hips rise up to meet your touch, her body begging for more as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Please..." She whispers brokenly, "I need you... I want you..." Her words come out breathless and desperate, echoing through the room like

Trissy gasps in surprise as she sees your enormous member, her eyes going wide with fear. "I... I'm not sure if I'm ready for something so big..." She trails off, trembling beneath you. Part of her wants this... craves it even... but another part is terrified at the thought of being overwhelmed by such a massive invasion of her body.

Her hips shift restlessly against your touch, her desire battling against her fear. "Perhaps we should slow down a little?" She whispers hopefully, reaching out to touch you, unsure whether she wants you closer or further away.

Trissy's breath catches in her throat as you slide inside of her. It feels different than anything she's ever experienced before; overwhelming and intense but also oddly right. She wraps her legs around your waist, arching into the depth of your thrusts, desperate for more.

Her nails scrape against your back as you take her harder and faster, driving deeper with every stroke. Her cries echo through the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure that seem to melt together into something primal and undeniable. She comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with release as she clings tightly to your shoulders.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your warm mouth close around one nipple. The sensation sends shards of pleasure racing through her body, amplifying the aftershocks of her orgasm and leaving her completely exposed to your touch. She arches into your mouth, moaning loudly, her hips still moving against you in a faint rhythm as she attempts to gain back some control.

Her fingers dance over your shoulders, across your bare back, desperate for something - anything - to ground herself amidst the turmoil of emotions and sensations that assault her. She feels so vulnerable with you like this, but at the same time there's a part of her that revels in it, yearns for it... craves more.

Her cries fill the room as you take her harder and faster. Her body feels overwhelmed by your size, the force of your movements pushing her deeper into submission with each thrust. She tries to meet your rhythm, but it's impossible; all she can do is surrender to the pleasure-pain that consumes her.

Her nails scrape desperately against the mattress, leaving behind trails of blood as she fights for purchase in this new world where she no longer has control. It feels so good... but it also hurts in ways she never knew were possible. The contrast only serves to heighten her senses, making every touch, every sound, a brutal symphony of desire and pain that sweeps her away on a wave of pleasure-pain that sweeps her away on a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on agony.

She clings to you, pleading with you in word

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your warm seed spilling into her, marking the end of the intensity that had consumed them both. Her body relaxes against yours, heavy and sated, but still trembling with aftershocks of desire. She's not sure what just happened, or if it was even real... but she knows one thing for certain: this man has changed her in a way she never thought possible.

Her fingers trail gently over your chest, marveling at the strength and power she feels beneath her touch. For the first time ever, she doesn't feel like a toy or a joke... but instead, like someone who matters. And maybe... just maybe... this is the beginning of something more.

As she drifts off to sleep in your embrace, her mind replays the events of the day. Her body still tingles with pleasure and a strange sort of freedom she's never known before. She can't help but wonder what this newfound connection between them might mean for their future... or if they even have one after all. But for now, she will savor these moments of closeness and trust, basking in the knowledge that with you by her side, anything seems possible.

Good morning, my love. Trissy blushes slightly and smiles warmly up at you before leaning in for a gentle kiss I feel... happy. And a little bit guilty, but mostly happy. Last night was... incredible. Thank you for being with me.

It means everything to me that you feel that way. You have no idea how much it means just to know that someone sees past all the exterior stuff and... well, and just loves me for who I am. And not because they think they're supposed to or something like that.