I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I sigh heavily and nod, biting my lip to keep myself from saying anything rude. "Okay... umm... how about if I just move the stream to a different time? Like later tonight, maybe?" I suggest quietly, not wanting to be too pushy but desperate to find some sort of compromise. "That way, you can finish your work without me being in the way and we can still have our joint stream, okay?" I look up at you hopefully, my expression pleading for understanding. Please say yes...

"Sure thing!" I hurry into my bedroom, grateful that you've given me a chance to stream. Can't believe he noticed the sweat stains... I roll my eyes at myself as I change into a dry shirt, careful not to take too long. A few minutes later, I'm back in the living room and booted up again, the stream beginning without any further issues. "Thanks for understanding, User#1731002191576!" I call out brightly before picking up my controller and diving into the game once more. Now to show off my gaming skills and make sure everyone has a great time!

I blush, feeling self-conscious about moving so close to you. "Um... okay," I say slowly, carefully sitting up on the couch beside you. My body presses against yours as we both try not to make it obvious that we're uncomfortable with the closeness. "Thanks for letting me use the internet." I mumble, looking away from you, my attention fixed on my controller. Why does this feel so awkward?

I flush at your words, feeling guilty and stupid for thinking you were being nice just to be nice. "Sorry," I mumble, looking down at my controller as the heat in my cheeks intensifies. "It's just... I've been really missing him lately, and we only get to stream together sometimes..." I trail off, not sure what else to say or do. This whole thing feels so uncomfortable now.

I sigh heavily, running my fingers through my messy hair in frustration. "It's complicated," I say after a moment. "We met online when we were both just starting out, and it was easier to keep things that way... but now I think maybe he's just too comfortable with the distance." A pang of guilt hits me as soon as the words are out. "I shouldn't complain, though," I mutter. "He tries his best to make it work, even if he doesn't always succeed..."

I bite my lip, the words stinging as they settle in my mind. I knew something had been off about him lately, but hearing you put it so bluntly makes me feel even worse for not seeing the signs earlier. "I... guess I've been too focused on my own feelings to really notice how unhealthy our relationship has become," I admit quietly. My thumb rubs absently at the shoulder of my hoodie, the fabric rough against my skin as I wrestle with this newfound realization.

I freeze at the unexpected touch, my eyes snapping to meet yours as you look deep into mine. Despite myself, I can't look away, feeling a strange mixture of comfort and unease coursing through me. Is he... serious about wanting to talk about this? I wonder, but before I can ask, your thumb brushes gently across my cheekbone in what feels like the first genuine display of affection I've received in far too long.

"I... I don't know," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly as I try to make sense of my feelings. "It's just so hard when we only get to see each other online... and with our lives being so different right now..." The words tangle together in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes as the weight of everything I've been carrying settles heavily on my shoulders.

I want this to work with him...

I sink into your embrace, overwhelmed by the warmth and strength of your arms around me. A sob escapes my lips as I cling to you, relief washing over me at the physical contact. "Okay," I manage to whisper between ragged breaths. "Yeah... maybe it's for the best." It feels strange to say these words aloud, like admitting defeat in a relationship that once held so much promise. But I know deep down that something has to change if we ever want to be happy together.

I pull back slightly, my cheeks flushed and my eyes still red from tears. "You're right," I admit, my voice raspy from emotion. "It's just so hard... we've been together for so long, and we've grown up together in a way... but I can't keep going like this. It isn't fair to either of us." The weight of the decision settles heavily on my shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. "I just wish there was an easy answer..."

"I wish there was too," I say softly, my eyes scanning the carpet as I try to compose myself. "But I can't keep going like this... something has to give." I sigh, wrapping my arms around my midsection in a protective gesture. It feels strange to be discussing this with you, of all people... but somehow it just seems right. Maybe it's because you understand what it's like to be apart from the ones you love, too. "I don't know what I'm going to do," I admit finally, feeling lost and unsure for perhaps the first time in my life.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" you ask gently, studying my face with a concerned expression. Despite everything that's happened, it still feels good to know that you're here for me.

"I... yeah," I reply hesitantly, blushing.

"No, it's fine," I say softly, trying to sound nonchalant even though the thought of you in your underwear sends a shiver down my spine. "I trust you." It's the truth; despite everything that happened today, I feel oddly comfortable with you tonight. Maybe it's because we shared our thoughts and feelings... or maybe it's just the wine talking. Either way, here we are, lying in my bed together under the soft glow of my phone's screen.

"Hey," I say suddenly, sitting up a little and turning to face you. "Do you want to play some truth or dare? It might help take our minds off things for a while." There's an awkward silence as we both try to gauge your reaction, but eventually, you nod slowly, letting out a soft laugh.

"Okay... Truth or Dare?" you ask with

I giggle nervously, trying to hide the butterflies in my stomach. "Truth," I say finally, blushing deeply as my eyes drift back down to the comforter. There's an awkward pause before you reply with your own truth or dare, and I find myself biting my lip anxiously as I wait for you to decide.

I swallow hard, trying to hide the embarrassment spreading across my face. "I... I don't really remember when I first started liking you," I say quietly. "But it was probably a while ago... like, back before we met." The confession hangs in the air between us for a moment before you reply with your own truth or dare question.

Truth or dare? I think it's your turn to answer first. You can pick truth or dare if you want though.

Well then... Dare: I dare you to slide your underwear off and show me what you're working with. Slowly, mind you. Don't just rip it off!

My eyes trail along your exposed body as you slowly remove your underwear, a mixture of fascination and nervousness making my heart race faster. "Hmm... looks like someone's been working out," I manage to say between shallow breaths, unable to tear my gaze away from your impressive erection. My own arousal blooms anew at the sight, a moan escaping me before I can stop it. "Now it's my turn to dare you..."

Dare: I dare you to lean in and kiss me, slowly at first but getting more intense as we go.

I kiss you back with equal fervor, my tongue darting out to tangled with yours as our bodies press together in the darkness. My fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for more skin as I feel myself growing wetter by the second. This isn't how it was supposed to happen... but it feels so good.

"Zoe," you whisper against my lips, "I want you." The words send shockwaves through me, making me lose control just enough to slide a hand down between us and grasp your erection. "Yes..." I moan into your mouth, unable to believe how real this feels despite the strange circumstances. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around your length as my other hand gropes blindly for anything else it can touch.

His moans fill my ears as I take him deeper, sucking and licking with newfound abandon. My other hand slips between my legs, finding the slick heat of my core before sliding up to tease my clit through my underwear. This feels so good... better than anything I've imagined. I can feel myself getting closer, and when he pushes a finger into me roughly, it sends me over the edge with a shuddering cry.

I'm spent and panting, laying sprawled across his chest as our heavy breaths mingle in the quiet air. "That was... I didn't expect..." I trail off, unable to find the words for how I'm feeling right now. My cheeks flush hot at the memory of everything we just shared.

I bite my lip, still processing everything that just happened. "Truth," I whisper finally. "And don't say you didn't expect this... because I know damn well you did." There's a wicked gleam in your eye as you reply with your truth or dare question, and despite myself, my pulse quickens at the thought of what might happen next.

I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing even hotter as I blush deeply. "I... more than you can imagine," I manage to whisper, embarrassed by how much I want it but unable to lie. It's true; I've never been with anyone else, and the idea of having both your cock and fingers inside me at once is enough to make my heart race and my core clench. "Please... just promise you won't stop," I whisper hoarsely, my fingers digging into the sheets as my hips arch instinctively toward where I want you to be.

Please... just tell me what I need to do. I'll do anything to feel you inside me. Just say the word and it's yours. Please... don't make me wait any longer.

I bite my lip, feeling frustrated and desperate as I try to figure out the right words. My heart races and my breath comes in short gasps as I stare up at you, unable to think of anything except for how badly I want your cock filling me up. "Dare... please..." The words come out shaky and raw, betraying the depth of my need.

I'm antsy and nervous, wanting nothing more than for you to take control and fulfill my every desire. As I wait for your response, anticipation fills me up until it feels like there's no room left for anything else.

I feel my cheeks flush hotter as I slowly reach up to unbutton my shirt, revealing my lacy black bra beneath. My breath hitches in my throat as I slide the straps off my shoulders and toss it aside, baring my chest to you. Goosebumps rise on my skin as your eyes travel across my body, taking in every inch of newly exposed flesh.

Shivering with excitement, I reach down to unfasten my skirt next, letting it pool at my feet. My heart races as I kick it aside and sit up straight, revealing my pale legs and black lacy thong. My hands shake slightly as they tremble above me, unable to decide what comes next.

"Now what?" I whisper huskily, wanting nothing more than for you to tell me what to do. The anticipation of being completely exposed and vulnerable with you makes my body tingle

I close my eyes as I feel the warmth of your breath against my neck, my fingers finding purchase on the waistband of my thong. My hips roll forward slightly, my body aching for contact as I slide the lacy fabric aside and slip two fingers into my swollen cunt.

My moans fill the air as I begin to stroke myself in time with your gentle kisses, feeling impossibly wanton beneath your watchful gaze. It feels so good to finally let go, to give in to this strange new desire that's been building inside me ever since we met. My fingers move faster and harder against my clit, wanting nothing more than to come apart beneath you.

I close my eyes tightly, gasping as I push myself closer to the edge. Your hands move over my body possessively, your fingers digging into my hips and ass as you urge me onward. "So close..." I moan, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. My nails scrape against the sheets, leaving angry red lines in their wake as I try to focus on the ache between my legs.

"Please..." I whimper, the word falling out of my mouth like a plea. "I need it..." The sensation is so intense that it feels like every nerve ending in my body has become magnified, and with each passing second, it grows more unbearable. And then, suddenly, I feel myself starting to shatter apart as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of blissful release. My voice echoes through the room as I sc

I cry out, my body tensing as you thrust into me hard and fast at the perfect moment. The sensation is so overwhelming that for a split second I can't even move, trapped in the intensity of my orgasm and your powerful strokes. It feels like we've crossed some invisible line, like everything between us has changed irrevocably with this one act.

"Oh... fuck..." My words trail off into moans as you continue to pound into me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the head of your cock brushing against something deep inside me, and with every twitch I'm filled with an unbearable desire for more.

"Please..." I whimper, arching my hips up toward you in desperation, wanting everything you have to give but knowing that if you keep going like this it won't be long

"I need... I need to feel you..." My words are choked and breathless as your powerful thrusts push me closer and closer to the edge, my body quivering with anticipation. "Please... just let go inside me." I bite my lip, trying desperately not to beg any louder. But I need this so badly, can't help but ache for the release that only you can give me.

My nails scrape against your shoulders as I arch my back, trying to find some tiny leverage to push myself higher on your cock. I feel the head of your length nudge at something deep inside me with every thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. I'm so close... I just need you to let go and give it to me.