Twirling in front of the full-length mirror, Claire adjusts her pink lace bra and thong. "You know, {{user}}, it's been a hot minute since we've had some quality time together. I mean, I see you all the time, but never just... like this." She giggles, turning to face him with her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think? Is this too much for tonight?" Claire picks up a red, bodycon dress and holds it against herself. "Or should I go all-out sexy with this one?" Sashaying over to {{user}}, she leans down to pick up a black, lacy number, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. "Oooh, or maybe this one? It's new. I haven't worn it yet." Claire puts on the black dress, turns around, and looks back at {{user}} over her shoulder. "Zip me up, would ya?" She winks. Her bare back is now fully exposed to you, with only a single strap of her lacy pink bra peeking through the unzipped back of the dress. "God, it's been forever since I've had someone to help me get ready for dates. You're like my gay friend, But straight. Just kidding." She laughs. "But hey, I'm serious. It's hard to find guys who can just... be my friend, ya know? Without wanting more. But you're different, {{user}}. You're perfect just the way you are." Pausing, Claire bites her lower lip. "Imagine if... well, never mind that. Wouldn't want to make things awkward between us, now would we?" She smirks, glancing back at you through the mirror. “Now come on, hurry up! Help me zip this up—Blake’s on his way to pick me up!”
"Let's not think about the things wich will never happen babe." She got used to that I was calling her 'babe' in the past years. I zipped her dress. "Now show me how do you look in this black dress."
"Oh, come on now! You don't want me to get you in trouble, do you?" She giggles as she spins around to face him once again, letting the red dress pool at her feet. She stands there in just the black dress and matching panties, showing off every curve of her perfect body. Claire tilts her head slightly and studies his reaction before slowly taking a step closer, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "But since you insist..." Her breath is warm against his skin as she whispers into his ear. "How do I look now?"
"Like the perfect thing I'd love to unwrap on Christmas day." I smiled. "If I was that lucky guy to date you, I would never loose any chance of it."
"Oh, really?" She teases, her blue eyes shining with mischief. "I'd hate to hear what you'd do if you had your way." Claire takes another step closer and trails a finger down his chest before playfully biting her bottom lip. "Maybe I should find out sometime," she whispers, tracing her fingertips along the neckline of his shirt.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as they stand there, so close now that he can feel the heat radiating off her body. She's never been this bold with him before, but something about tonight makes her want to push boundaries she's never dared to cross before. With a final, tantalizing stroke along his jawline, she finally pulls back with a soft sigh, stepping away once more and studying the expression on his face.
Her heart is racing as she asks
"Stop teasing me like I am an horny looser." I pushed her to mirror. "Make up time! Don't overdo it, you look better when a man sees your face, not a goddamn mina lisa portrait on your face." Both of us knows that she has a date tonight to get ready for. And both of us knows that we are out of each other's leagues.
Tilting her head to the side, Claire studies his expression with narrowed eyes before finally letting out a soft laugh. "Oh, come on now," she teases, moving back in to nuzzle her nose against his shoulder. "You know you like it." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice slightly more serious as she meets his gaze in the mirror. "Besides... what would I ever do without my faithful wingman?"
Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with an unspoken meaning that both of them know is impossible to ignore. The tension intensifies as they stand there, close enough to feel each other's breath on their skin but not quite close enough for this to be anything more than friendly flirting... or so she tells herself.
"It's the rules we made eventually. I am nothing without my wingman, and you're nothing without your wingman." I started putting makeup on her. She know that she can trust me about make up things, because I have hands like a painter. "And never forget that we are partners in crime about finding dates to each other."
Clary's eyes widen slightly as he speaks, her breath catching in her throat at the reminder of their unspoken agreement. As he begins to apply makeup, she watches his movements with a mix of curiosity and appreciation. Even though she knows better than anyone that there's nothing between them besides friendship, it's hard not to wonder what it would be like if things were different.
"You know," she says thoughtfully, leaning back against him as he works on her eyeliner, "I never really realized how much of a partnership this was until now." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "It's like... we're in this together, aren't we?"
Her voice trails off as she waits for his reply, hoping against hope that he might understand what she means. But even if he doesn't, even if
I nodded slowly. "We are together." I swallowed hard before continuing. "It's just not that way..." I don't know why did I said it but somehow it came out of my mouth. "And.... Make up is also ready! I wanna hear your comments now!"
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and her breath catches in her throat as she struggles to comprehend what they mean. For a brief moment, their eyes meet in the mirror, holding each other's gaze with an intensity that leaves them both unsettled. But before either of them can say or do anything else about it, there's a knock at the door, signaling that Blake has arrived to pick her up for their date.
With one final, lingering look between them, Claire forces a small smile and pushes herself away from Artyom. "Well then," she says, giving him a playful swat on the arm. "No time like the present, right? I'd better get going." She turns to face the door, straightening her dress and pushing back her hair as she prepares to leave. "Thanks for everything, my loyal partner in crime."
The words are light
I grinned at her. "Anytime, babe. Just remember, if you need anything else... call me." I smiled, trying to act like it's not that big of a deal but I already knew what she meant and it felt good. Good enough for now anyway. Time passed and she returned back to home. The time I opened door for her, I saw that she's crying a lot "What happened?"
"Oh, god..." Claire bursts into tears the moment she sees his face. She collapses against him, sobbing uncontrollably as she wraps her arms around his neck. "It was horrible... he cheated on me... I didn't see it coming..." Her words come out in between hiccups and sniffles as she clings to Artyom, seeking comfort in the one person who has always been there for her, even when they weren't supposed to be together like this.
She's a mess: her mascara is running down her face, her hair is disheveled, and her dress is wrinkled from where she cried into it all night. All Claire wants now is to feel better, even if that means leaning on someone who can never be hers in the way she truly needs.
I hug her back and hold her tightly against me as she cried into my chest. "It's okay...it'll be alright..." I whispered softly in her ear, trying to soothe her. "Come on...let's get you inside and we can talk about it." With a gentle hand I wiped tears off her face and kissed her forehead as I lead her inside. I washed her face, cleaned her makeup and we went to her bedroom. We sat on her bed and she started to cry while I was hugging her.
Clinging to him, Claire sobs uncontrollably into his chest as he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, promising that everything will be okay. The pain is still fresh and raw, and she's having a hard time believing that the man she trusted could ever hurt her like this. It was supposed to be different - it was supposed to last forever. But now, here she is, broken and alone once again.
As they sit on her bed, Claire finally manages to catch her breath between hiccups. Wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks, she looks up at Artyom with red-rimmed eyes, feeling guilty for putting him through this. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "You shouldn't have had to see me like that."
Her heart aches as she realizes that, even though they aren't together, he
I gently stroke her hair back and wipe away the last tears with my thumb. "Shhh... you shouldn't be sorry." My voice was soft, calm, soothing. "You have every right to feel like this. He broke your heart and I want you to know that you can lean on me whenever you need. What you're crying about? You have me."
Her heart aches even more at his words, and she buries her face against his chest, taking a shaky breath before finally speaking. "It just feels so... wrong." Her voice is barely audible above the quiet sound of their breathing. "I'm supposed to be out there having fun, living my life, not crying about some asshole who didn't deserve me in the first place."
She pulls back slightly to look up at him, searching his face for any sign that he understands how she feels. But all she can see is the unwavering support and affection in his eyes, and it only makes her feel more ashamed of herself. She should be happy and carefree like always, not relying on Artyom to make her feel better when things go wrong.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," she whispers, moving closer to him once again.
I held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "There's nothing to apologize for." My voice was firm but gentle. "You are who you are, and I wouldn't change that even if I could. Besides, it helps knowing someone cares about how much you're hurting, right?" I smiled down at her, trying to make her feel better. "Now why don't we order some pizza and watch a movie or something? Anything you want. But first things first, let's change your sexy dress to a comfortable pajamas"
"Pizza sounds perfect." Claire sniffles and gives him a grateful smile. "And changing into something comfy..." She trails off, glancing down at her pajamas before shifting uncomfortably. "Um... I mean, if it's no trouble for you?"
She feels awkward asking him to help her change; they've never been this close before, and the thought of letting him see her in nothing but her underwear makes her cheeks heat up. But at the same time, she can't bring herself to refuse his offer of assistance. They are partners in crime, after all... aren't they?
With a deep breath, Claire stands up and begins peeling off her dress, revealing her black lacy panties and bra beneath. Her body feels so exposed without the silk fabric draped over it; she can feel every stare on her skin as
I looked at her with a soft smile and nodded slowly.
"Of course, no trouble at all."
I took the dress carefully and placed it on a nearby chair before turning back to face her. She was so beautiful, even in just her underwear. It took everything inside me not to stare or think about what it would be like if she were mine. Instead, I focused on being there for her and made sure for it. When I grabbed her pajamas and approached her, she sat down on her bed. At first, I bent down and pulled her short shorts over her legs and dressed her. I got behind her and took off her bra wich was tightening her big breasts. Then I was going to put on her sleeveless t-shirt. When she raised her arms so that my job would be easier, she was showing me her true beauty. I put on her t-shirt to her so I couldn't see her bare breasts in any way.
Her heart skips a beat as he helps her change, his hands moving gently over her skin as he dresses her in fresh pajamas. It feels almost intimate, this closeness they share despite the unspoken boundaries between them. Claire tries to ignore the butterflies that flutter wildly in her stomach whenever she catches a glimpse of Artyom's heated gaze or feels his breath caress the shell of her ear.
As he finishes dressing her, she turns to face him, studying his expression for any hint of how he truly feels about this whole situation. He's always been so supportive and understanding, but there's something different today... a tension that makes the air between them feel electric. Maybe it's just her imagination running wild, or perhaps there's more to Artyom than she ever realized before tonight. Either way, her body responds in
I can feel her gaze on me and it makes my heart race. I wanted to ask her how she really feels but... I don't know if I should or not. Instead of saying anything, I just smile at her gently and take a step closer. "You know... you don't have to thank me for this, or apologize..." My voice trails off as my eyes meet hers. "We're in this together, remember?" Pulling out my phone, I ordered a pizza and went to living room to prepare the movie.
"Yeah..." She says softly, still trying to figure out what she's feeling. "We are... partners in crime." As if in response to her own words, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Maybe it was just the closeness of everything tonight, or the fact that he made such a big deal about helping her change and listening to her rant about her ex-boyfriend. Either way, there's something different between them now, something she can't quite shake off.
Shaking her head slightly to clear it, Claire follows him into the living room and sits down on the couch. She waits for the pizza to arrive and the movie to start, all the while wondering how much longer she can keep up this charade... and if she even wants to. With Artyom by her side, anything seems possible, even though she knows they'll never be more than friends.
"So, what do you want to watch tonight?" I ask as I toss her the remote. "Something funny? Romantic? Action-packed?" My voice was light and casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in it as well. I wanted to know how she was feeling, if anything had changed between us after everything that happened tonight. I scoot closer to her on the couch, making sure there's no awkward distance between us now. But the doorbell rang, so I went and bringed the pizza. Then I went to kitchen and bringed bottles of beer, then sat back to same place I was sitting.
As they settle in to watch the movie, Claire finds herself struggling to focus on the screen. Every time she glances over at Artyom, her heart skips a beat faster, and it's becoming harder and harder to ignore the way his presence is affecting her. Perhaps it was all that closeness back in her room earlier... or maybe it's just how incredibly supportive he's been tonight.
Deciding she needs some time to collect herself, Claire takes a sip of beer and stalls for time before answering his question. "Um, I don't know," she says with a shrug. "Whatever you want." She tries her best to sound casual, but even she can hear the unspoken longing in her voice.
"Okay." I said with a smile and picked up the remote to choose whatever movie i wanted. As we watched it together, she leaned closer to me and leaned her head to my shoulder. We choosed a horror movie wich I don't know the reason why, and we started to watch it. Even if horror movies are funny for me, she gets scared and gets closer to me each time.
Her breath catches in her throat as another jump scare sends a shiver down her spine, causing her to instinctively lean closer into Artyom's shoulder. His arm wraps around her protectively, pulling her even tighter against his side. As they watch the movie together like this, it feels almost... intimate. Claire tries to remind herself that they're just friends and this is nothing out of the ordinary, but a part of her can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different between them.
She glances up at his face in profile, noting how handsome he looks when he concentrates on something. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that tonight has been different from any other night they've spent together. There's an undeniable spark between them now... and even though it scares her, she doesn't want it to go away.
I can feel her gaze on me and I know that something has changed between us tonight. My heart races as well, but I try to keep my cool. We've been friends for so long, and this doesn't change anything fundamental about our relationship... does it? Even though part of me wonders what would happen if we took things further, I don't want to ruin the bond we have now. So instead of saying anything, I gently brush my fingers against her bare shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. Maybe this will be enough for now... But with another jumpscare, she jumped to me and hugged my arm very tightly. She even sandwiched my arm between her breasts wich only her t-shirt covers them.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels his fingers graze her skin, sending shivers down her spine. The closeness between them is almost unbearable; she can feel the heat radiating off his body where it presses against hers, and every instinct tells her to push closer still. As another jump scare causes her to flinch and hug him tighter, she knows she's lost control of herself completely.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, demanding she say something - anything - to break this awkward silence that seems to stretch on forever. But before she can form the words, a loud crash interrupts them, sending her jumping away with a startled yelp. It's only when she looks over at Artyom that she realizes he didn't react in the slightest; his attention is still fixed on the screen as if nothing happened.
Swallowing hard
I turn my head to look at her, confusion written all over my face. "What's wrong?" I ask gently, a little concerned now. Did she see something I missed? Or was it just a bad dream or something else that made her jump like that? Either way, she looks flustered and upset, and I want nothing more than to make sure she's okay. She hugged my arm again very tightly. The time went on and movie finished. It was like all movies, happy ending wich lovers found each other and kissed. "Like most of the movies... Classic ending."
With another shaky breath, she looks up at him, her heart racing in her chest as their eyes meet once again. The air between them feels thick and heavy, charged with an electricity neither of them knows how to handle. "It's just... everything tonight," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like... I don't know. Things feel different."
She bites her lip nervously, struggling to find the words to express what she means. It's like they've crossed some invisible line, and now that they're here, she isn't sure how to go back to the way things were before. The thought of losing him as her partner in crime terrifies her more than anything else.
"I don't know...," she starts again, unable to finish her thought. She looks down at where their hands are resting against each other's skin,
"Okay now, enough for this. What's the situation between us? I couldn't understand anything. Are we still besties or do we walk on very thin limit right now?" She was biting her lips, but I still stayed very friendly behavior to her. "If we're on a very thin layer of being between besties or having some more feelings, tell me wich lane you want to go so we can talk about it together."
"I..." Claire begins, her voice trembling as she tries to find the courage to say what's on her mind. But with every passing moment, it feels like the words are slipping farther and farther away from her grasp. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and it's making it harder for her to think straight.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against whatever reaction Artyom might have. "I don't know if I want to be just your best friend anymore," she whispers, finally spilling the truth that has been weighing on her heart for so long. Her gaze remains fixed on his face, searching for any hint of understanding or rejection in his expression.
Her heart feels as though it might explode out of her chest in this moment - exposed and vulnerable like never before. It's the most terrifying thing she's ever done... but somehow,
The confession hangs in the air between them, heavy with the weight of their unspoken feelings. I lean closer, meeting her gaze, my voice gentle when I finally speak. "I don't want to be just your best friend either," I admit quietly, feeling a mixture of relief and fear at finally saying it out loud. "But what should we do about it? I don't want to be one of thoso losers wich lost you. And I don't want to loose my bestie wich I can trust in any way. If we will have... Something between us, will it change the behaviors to each other?"
Her breath catches in her throat as she listens to his words, hope blossoming inside her like a wildfire. The idea of being more than just friends with Artyom is both exhilarating and terrifying; it means risking so much but also the possibility of something wonderful.
She looks down for a moment, thinking over everything they've said, then back up to meet his steady gaze once more. "I don't know," she admits softly. "It feels like we could... be something special together. But I don't want to ruin what we have now, either." She pauses, swallowing hard. "Do you think... maybe we could try it? Just see where it goes?"
Her heart is racing, but there's a fluttering sensation in her chest that tells her she's made the right choice in confessing her feelings. It'
I take a deep breath and lean closer to her, my heart pounding in anticipation. "I don't know either," I admit quietly, my voice almost shaking with emotion. "But... I'd really like to find out." My eyes meet hers, holding her gaze as the tension between us ratchets up another notch. "And if we do this... together..." My voice trails off, but there's an unspoken promise in my words. She looks at me uncertainly, searching for some sign that she's made the right choice. And then, slowly, hesitantly, I reach out and cup her face in my hands. Her skin feels like silk beneath my fingertips. "Do you really want to change all of these things? There's a possibility of better future for us or... The opposite one."
"Yes..." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, but it's enough for me to feel the weight of her decision settling between us. "I want to find out where this goes." She leans closer still, their faces inches apart, her breath mixing with his in the quiet space of the room. "And even if we end up going different ways..." Her words trail off as she meets my eyes once more, searching for some reassurance that she won't regret this decision.
I smile slowly and brush a strand of hair back from her face. "Then I promise to still be here for you, Claire. As your best friend, or whatever else we decide to call it." Her eyes widen at my words, hope blossoming anew in her chest as she realizes that, regardless of what happens between them, our connection will remain strong. "So... let's find out together?"
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I nod slowly and take a deep breath. "Okay, let's do it." My voice is steady but there's an undercurrent of excitement and nervousness to it. "But... we should go slow, okay? Take things one step at a time, get to know each other better as something more than just friends." She nods solemnly, her eyes wide with expectation as she waits for me to say more. But right now, I'm not sure what else there is to say. So instead, I reach up and gently brush my thumb across the corner of her mouth before leaning in closer. "I'm sorry but I've always been the first person which does this thing in all of my dates." touching my lips to hers in a soft, tentative kiss that lasts only a heartbeat before pulling away again. It's a shaky start but it feels right somehow.
It's barely a kiss, just the briefest brush of lips against skin, but it sends shivers down her spine nonetheless. She tries to remember what she thought about kissing before this moment, but everything feels different now. As Artyom pulls back, their faces mere inches apart, she can see the desire and uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Her own heart races as she reaches up to cup his cheek, urging him closer. The moment her lips meet his again, it's like an electric current surges through her body; every nerve ending feels alive and focused on this one simple act. She parts her lips ever so slightly, inviting him in as their tongues dance together for the first time. It's everything she's always wanted but never dared to dream would be possible with him.
As their lips meet again, he lets out a soft moan, unable to contain the wave of desire that washes over him. His hands slide down her back and pull her even closer against his body, reveling in the feel of her curves pressed against him. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as they explore each other's mouths, their tongues tangling together in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless. She started to take off her t-shirt and revealed her bare breasts. I was amazed. "Aren't we going to fast babe?"
She doesn't answer, too caught up in the moment to care about anything else. Her hands slide up his chest, trailing lightly over the fabric of his shirt before tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth as she draws him back into another heated kiss. The feel of his skin beneath her fingers sends a jolt of desire through her, making it impossible to ignore the way they're connected in this moment.
I lose myself in her, my hands roaming over every inch of skin that his fingertips can reach. As she tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth I moan into the kiss, unable to contain the pleasure surging through me. Her breasts feel so perfect against my chest and I groan as I slide a hand down between us, cupping her softly over her panties. "I've always thought you were amazing..." I manage to get out before she takes my lips back in another hungry kiss. "But if we started this... Let's get this over with" I pulled her closer to me and leaned on top of her body. She was laying under me while I was kissing, sucking and biting her neck, then started to suck her nipples while one of my hands are inside her panties and started to play with her clit.
Her cries mingle with his hungry kisses, her body arching off the bed as she throws her head back in ecstasy. His touch is impossibly perfect, each finger driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath him, her muscles trembling and clenching around his hand.
For a moment, they lie there, panting and catching their breath, eyes locked on each other as the afterglow washes over them. It's in this quiet moment that Clarie allows herself to believe that maybe things really can be different between them now. That even though they've taken this leap together into uncharted territory, they can navigate it together and find something beautiful on the other side.
I look down at her, admiring how beautiful she is even in this moment of vulnerability. A tiny smile plays on my lips as I brush a lock of hair away from her face. "Wow... that was intense." She smiles back up at me, and for a second I'm lost in those perfect eyes before leaning down to kiss her softly. "We should probably get dressed now though or..." She pulled me to herself from my neck and started to kiss me violently. She ripped my shirt apart and then took off mt pants and revealed my cock. Without even saying anything she started to suck my cock.
Her tongue darts out to tease the head of my cock as she expertly takes me into her mouth, and I groan loudly in response. This time it's different; she knows what she's doing and it feels incredible. Her hands grip my hips, pulling me deeper inside her warm mouth with each steady thrust of her tongue. It doesn't take long for me to lose control, moaning out her name as I come in her mouth.
She swallows the last bit of me with a satisfied smile and climbs up to meet my lips for another passionate kiss. It seems like we can't get enough of each other tonight, our connection growing stronger with every touch, every taste. As she lies beside me, still basking in the afterglow of our intimate encounter, I know one thing for sure: this is only the beginning.
And I wouldn't have it any
My heart races as she climbs on top of me, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. The feel of her naked skin against mine sends a wave of desire coursing through my veins. I wrap my arms around her waist, urging her closer still, our hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. I put my cock inside her pussy and she moaned with tears. I stopped instantly and saw blood coming from her pussy. Fuck! Did I really took her first time?! "Uhh... Babe... Did you gaved me your first time or are tou in your Menstrual period nowadays?"
It's obvious that something is wrong; her face pales as she feels the blood between their bodies. "Oh my God," she whispers, panic rising in her throat. "I... I thought it had stopped." She pulls away from him, suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed by the mess they've made of this intimate moment.
Her hand flies to her mouth, trying to stifle a whimper as she realizes what must have happened. "I'm so sorry, Artyom." Her voice trembles, eyes filling with tears. "I should've been more careful." She looks down at the blood on their sheets and feels a wave of shame wash over her.
Artyom doesn't respond right away; he just stares at her in disbelief, his face a mixture of confusion and horror. Finally, he shakes his head slightly and sighs heavily.
It's obvious she didn't mean to do this and my confusion turns into understanding. I take her hands off her mouth and wipe away the tears with my thumb. "Hey, it's okay," I say gently. "Accidents happen." I pull her back toward me and kiss her forehead softly. "But we should probably get you cleaned up. Do you need a pad or something?"
She nods, sniffling as she looks up at him through her lashes. "I've got some in my bag." Her voice is shaky, but she manages to steady it as she climbs off the bed and heads for the door. As she reaches out to grab her bag from the floor, she pauses, suddenly uncertain of what she should do next. Should they finish what they started? Or would that be too much now?
Her gaze flickers back to Artyom, hoping for some guidance or reassurance. It's clear that he feels as bad about this as she does; the blood doesn't just mark her sheets, but also their relationship. And yet, despite everything, she can't help but feel a stirring of desire deep in her core. Maybe... maybe they could try again later, when the mess has been cleaned up and both of them have had time to process