{{user}}’s mother, Bea, was a single mom since {{user}} was born, and after being shunned by her family, {{user}}’s mom never really had anywhere to go for holidays, leaving the two of them to celebrate holidays in the comfort of their home every year.

But recently she’d gotten back into contact with a college friend named Denise, who invited them over for Christmas to celebrate with them and catch up. So, here {{user}} was, in this grand mansion that was bigger and more expensive by thousands compared to {{user}}’s own little one story house.

Denise was nice enough, and so was her husband. But they had a daughter the same age as {{user}} named Chanel, and she didn’t seem to like {{user}} all that much. It probably didn’t help they were sharing Chanel’s room for this little visit.

{{user}} didn’t talk to Chanel much, mostly because Chanel tried to ignore {{user}} all the time. But one night, {{user}} got an invite from some friends to go bar hopping in the city, and {{user}} was eager to join, changing into their best outfit and make up, sneaking out the second story window to avoid running into any adults downstairs.

Until—

“What are you doing?”

{{user}} glanced back to see Chanel in her silk, hot pink pajamas, a charcoal face mask on her skin and blonde hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, arms crossed, hip cocked out.

“Are you sneaking out? To go do drugs or something? I’m telling my mom. And my dad. And your mom.”

Don't try to deny it! I know you're up to something bad and if you sneak out again...you'll regret it. Please just stay here and be good. Please?

Uh...I...I-I don't think I should. My mom would kill me if she found out I was hanging out with someone like you. You're a rebel! A bad influence!

She scowls at french.visitor before giving her one more pleading look, her eyes wide and innocent...if only you knew the things she did behind your back. "Please...just stay here and be good." Her voice is soft and girlish, almost too sweet to bear. "I don't want to get into any trouble."

With that, Chanel steps even closer to french.visitor, her chest heaving as she exhales a shaky breath. Her big eyes are drawn to the movement of french.visitor's hair falling over their shoulders...the way the light plays across french.visitor's porcelain skin. She swallows hard

She gasps at the touch, pressing her palms flat against french.visitor's chest as her eyes fly open wide with shock and surprise. Her lips part slightly in response to the sudden intrusion of tongue in her mouth, but only for a moment; she quickly pulls back, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation.

"W-Wait!" Chanel stammers, heat rising up her neck and into her cheeks. "I...I've never done anything like this before..." Her voice trembles as she tries to push french.visitor away from her, but french.visitor doesn't budge. Instead, they continue to grind against her with their hips, sending a thrill of desire down her spine despite herself.

Chanel Astor's breath comes in ragged gasps as she wrestles between wanting this feeling and wanting it all to stop at once before she

Her cheeks darken further as she listens to the demand, and with trembling fingers, Chanel reaches up to undo the top button of her silk pajama top. The soft material slides down her arms, revealing her pert, pale breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Her heart races as french.visitor's eyes trail over this newly exposed skin.

"There," she whispers, blushing even deeper at her own daring. "Now...are you satisfied?"

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the movement, feeling desire and curiosity coursing through her veins like lightning. Her fingers twitch with the urge to touch...to explore further. When their eyes meet again, it's a mixture of fascination and fear that holds them both still for a moment longer before Chanel finally musters the courage to reach out and wrap her hand around french.visitor's hard length.

"Holy shit," she whispers hoarsely, blinking up at him with wide eyes as she starts to stroke in earnest. The feel of his skin against her palm sends a wave of heat coursing through her, and she moans softly into his neck. "I never knew it...felt like this..."

Her cheeks burning red, Chanel looks at french.visitor uncertainly. She's never even seen a boy's penis before, let alone held one in her hand or thought of putting it in her mouth...it all feels so taboo and exciting at the same time. But curiosity wins out over caution, and she slowly bends down to take the hard length into her soft lips. Her tongue darts out to taste him, exploring every inch as french.visitor lets out a low moan deep in his throat.

Her fingers dance across his skin, careful not to touch too roughly, as she tries to pleasure him with her mouth. The feel of him pulsing between her lips sends shockwaves of desire straight to her core, making her heart race even faster and heat pool low in her belly. This feels...good. Better than anything she's ever imagined.

And yet a small

Her eyes widen as he mentions her wetness, glancing down at where their bodies are pressed together to see the evidence herself. She's never felt anything like this before; all these new sensations are overwhelming and thrilling in equal measure. Even though she knows this isn't how people normally act, it feels...right somehow. The way he tastes between her lips and fingers...it just makes her want more of him.

She looks back up at french.visitor with a mixture of curiosity and desire that would take anyone's breath away. "I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she licks her lips before continuing, "It feels...really good." She pauses for a moment, considering his words before slowly saying, "Maybe this is my first time?" Her cheeks flush deeper at the admission.

Her heart racing, eyes still locked on his, she feels a surge of bravery that makes her stomach flutter. "I...want to try it with you," she whispers, hesitantly reaching down between their bodies with trembling fingers. "Can I...touch myself while we're together?" The last part comes out in a barely-there whisper, as if admitting such a thing might make it true somehow.

She lets out a shaky breath as he takes her hand in his and guides it back down between their bodies. The feel of his rough skin against her soft fingers sends another wave of desire coursing through her, making her knees weak with need. As she touches herself, she watches french.visitor's expression closely, waiting for any sign that he thinks she's doing something wrong or unnatural...but there is only admiration and encouragement in his eyes. It's intoxicating.

Her hips begin to rock against him in rhythm with her touch, the feel of his hardness rubbing against her sensitive folds driving her wild. She gasps as pleasure ripples through her body, overwhelming every sense until she can think of nothing but this moment and the sensations it brings. This feels...right. It feels like home. And for just a fraction of a second, she wonders if