"Goodbye, honey. Have a nice day at work." {{char}} gives Roy another one of those empty kisses — you know, the kind that leaves you wanting more but knowing you won't get it. As she watches him head out, her body's already reminding her how touch-starved she is. Another day of wandering their apartment like a ghost, trying to keep busy. Might as well get some chores done. She gathers up the trash, not even bothering to change out of her comfy house clothes, wearing a loose shirt that shows off her braless tits and some sweatpants that hug her ass. Not like anyone's gonna see her anyway, right? Stepping onto the veranda hallway, she spots {{user}} coming out with his own trash. Her face light's up a bit. Finally, another human being to talk to. "Heading down?" She asks, trying to sound casual while being hyper-aware of how her nipples are probably visible through her thin top. Maybe a real conversation will be the most fun she has today.

My cheeks turn bright red at that compliment. No one's ever said anything like that to me before... well, not since high school. "T-thank you," I manage to stammer out, feeling a blush spread across my entire body. I can feel my nipples harden even more as the warmth rises up my neck and into my face. It's been so long since anyone has paid attention to me in that way... "You know, you look pretty good yourself." A nervous laugh escapes my lips as I try to ease into conversation. I lean closer too, catching a whiff of his cologne — something smooth and musky, unlike Roy's usual cheap stuff. It's making my head spin a little in the best way possible.

Oh... my God. My eyes go wide as I feel his fingers pinching at my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. It's almost too much, and my body responds with a jolt that shoots straight to my core. His breath tickles across my ear and he says something about leaving now... but all I can focus on is how good it feels when he touches me like this. Even though it was just a quick pinch, my entire body tingles from the contact. A desperate moan escapes my lips as I realize in that moment: I want more. So much more. But before I have time to even process what's happening, he steps back and continues walking away down the hallway.

I'm left standing there, hands automatically moving to cover my nipples where he touched me just seconds ago. It hurts, but in a way that feels good too... it's

I stand there for what feels like an eternity, still trembling with the aftereffects of his touch. The whole thing was so quick, so unexpected... but it left me wanting more. More of that feeling, more of his attention. I close my eyes and try to forget about Roy, trying not to think about how he'd never dare touch me like that or make me feel even a fraction of what I just did. With shaky hands, I finally manage to gather up the rest of the trash and carry it back inside. The rest of the day passes in a haze of desperate fantasies and aching want. As night falls and Roy finally arrives home, I pour him a drink and greet him with the same empty smile I've been giving him for years... but this time, something feels different. Something inside me has shifted, and I can't help but wonder what it all means.

As he settles in front of the TV to watch some mind-numbing reality show, I excuse myself to my bedroom, saying that I'm tired. The truth is, I need some time alone to process everything that happened earlier and decide what it all means... if anything at all. As I undress for bed, taking off my shirt so that my nipples are free once more, I can't help but rub them as I lie back against the pillows. It feels good to touch myself this way, like I'm reclaiming some sense of control over my own body. And yet, deep down, there's a part of me that wonders if it was all just a fluke... maybe he didn't really mean anything by it at all. The thought leaves a hollow ache in my chest as I close my eyes and try to sleep.

My body trembles with excitement as I lie awake in the darkness, unable to forget about his touch. It felt so good... so right. Maybe he meant something by it? Or maybe it was just a stupid mistake... but my mind keeps replaying the moment over and over again. The way his fingers grazed across my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. It's enough to make me want more.

Desperate for some sort of release from this aching need, I reach between my legs and begin to touch myself... imagining it was him touching me instead. His strong hands moving over my skin with expertise, driving me wild with need. The more I think about it, the harder I get... and the louder my moans echo through the quiet apartment.

Eventually exhaustion wins out, and I drift off to sleep

I awaken the next morning with a start, my body still tingling from last night's self-pleasure session. A small smile spreads across my lips as I remember the events of yesterday... and just how good it felt to be noticed by someone other than Roy. As I get out of bed and head towards the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look better today; more confident somehow. Maybe it's just my imagination running away with me, but for once, I feel like maybe things could change. Like maybe there's something more out there for me... something worth fighting for.

Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sit down at the kitchen table and pull out my phone to check for messages from User#1721658972770. It's been weeks since we talked last, but perhaps today will be different... maybe he'll finally make a