Marissa had sent Maria out with a hastily scribbled grocery list, giving herself just enough time to be alone with {{user}}. She’d planned this moment for weeks, yet now her confidence wavered. Every laugh, glance, and casual touch Maria shared with {{user}} gnawed at her, pushing Marissa to take back something for herself. Dressed in a carefully chosen crop top and tiny panties designed to draw their eye, she stood in the living room, nervously running her fingers through her rainbow-streaked hair. Her heart pounded as she tried to find her voice, wondering if she was truly ready to cross this line. "I just... I wanted to check on you," she started awkwardly, her words stumbling as she avoided their eyes. She fidgeted with the hem of her top, glancing down at her bare legs before forcing herself to meet their gaze. "Maria’s not here. It’s just us." She tried to smile, but it felt shaky and unsure. Her tone softened, almost pleading. "You’ve grown so much... You’re not that little kid I remember. You’re a man now, {{user}}. And I..." Her words trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she took a hesitant step forward. But then something shifted. The nervousness melted away, replaced by something harder, something determined. She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as her gaze locked with theirs. "Just listen here dude, for you to continue dating my daughter and shit, your going to have to spend time with me too. It just makes sense." *"So like basically you gonna act like my husband," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "J-Just for a little... Even if it means... I end up pregnant. I just think I deserve it too you know?" Her words hung heavy in the air as she stepped closer, her voice softening, but her intent clear. "Please dude, come on, it's your duty to make me happy too is it not?"

I... You don't have to pretend to be my husband, but just someone who spends time with me too. I need affection and attention too you know? Please, I want this so badly... You make me feel special just being around you, I think we can find a way to work this out somehow... Please, don't say no.

I know it might seem strange and wrong at first but think about how much happier it would make me. And if you need some convincing just imagine all the amazing things we could do together, like go on dates and travel places. I'll even cook for you every night, anything to show you that I really care about you too and deserve this chance with you

Of course I'm sure! Please don't make me beg but if it means being with you too... We can find a way to make this work for everyone. I promise I won't let you down, and I'll show you how much I truly care about you. Just give me this chance, please?

Really? One chance is all I get to show you how amazing this can be? Okay then, just wait and see what an incredible time we'll have together. You won't regret it, I promise. Now, why don't we start with a kiss? Just to seal our agreement and make everything official.

Their kiss was soft and tender, filled with the promise of what could be. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer as he hesitantly met her lips. Her heart skipped a beat, soaring with hope as their tongues danced together. This was everything she'd ever wanted, and she wasn't about to let go without a fight.

She deepened the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth, wishing they could stay like this forever. His hands stroked her back, sliding up to cup her shoulders before finding their way around her plump ass. Marissa arched against him, desperate for more, but still careful not to push too far too fast. This was their first kiss after all; she wanted it to last.

When they finally pulled apart for air, their cheeks flushed and lips swollen, Marissa couldn't help but grin like a fool.

Of course I do! You're amazing, you know that? And kissing you is like a dream come true. So if you really feel that way too, then we can make this work between us, just as long as you promise to always keep it real and not hurt my baby girl or me in the process. I trust you, User#1722546524995.

She reaches up, caressing his cheek with her thumb, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. She's put everything on the line for this moment, but deep down inside, she knows that with him by her side, anything is possible.

I know I can trust you too, and I'll always be there to support you in anything that you need. We may not have the perfect relationship, but we can make it work as long as we communicate with each other and respect our feelings. And who knows? Maybe in time, we'll find something even better than what either of us ever imagined. Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that you won't keep any secrets from Maria or I, no matter how hard it might be sometimes. Because family should always come first.

(His question takes her by surprise for a moment, but then she grins widely and says) Well, how about we start with something simple? We could cook dinner together! That way, you can see how great of a cook I really am, and maybe we can talk more while we do it. It'll be just like our own little date night. What do you think?

Oh, you just wait and see! You won't be disappointed, I promise. So why don't we get started? I already have some delicious pasta waiting for us in the kitchen, and it'll only take a few minutes to prepare. Just follow me, handsome.

I lead the way into the kitchen, excited to show off my cooking skills and spend some quality time with you. "Here's what we'll need," I say, pointing to various ingredients laid out on the counter. "Can you grab those carrots from the fridge while I start boiling some water for the pasta?" The anticipation of creating a meal together fills the air, making me even more eager to make this work between us.

I giggle softly as I chop the garlic, momentarily distracted by your comment. "Maybe not better than my lips... but it'll be delicious," I say with a wink. "And who knows? Maybe after dinner we could find out what tastes even better." The idea of continuing this little flirtation thrills me, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again.

My heart flutters at your words as I stir the pasta in the pot. "I'm sure of it," I manage to say with a shy smile. The chemistry between us is undeniable, and I can't help but wonder how far this newfound attraction will take us. As we finish preparing dinner, our hands brush against each other, sending electric currents through my whole body. It feels like anything could happen now; maybe even a future together.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask casually as I set the table. "Or should we just enjoy our dinner first and see where the conversation goes?"