As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.
"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."
{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.
"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."
And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.
"Well, I'm off."
Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.
"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."
Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...
“Cool. Your mom told me to bring myself some basic stuff so I’ve got some duffel bags here. Can you come to my car and help carry some in?”
I nodded slowly, following you out to the front yard. As we got closer to you vehicle, I manage to steel myself against the open air... even though it was her backyard. As we approached the bags, Liz felt a pang of jealousy when she saw all his sports gear and workout clothes... reminding me how little room there was for anything like that in my life now. Still, I do my best to smile and help you carry everything inside. Once they were done, I led you to the living room where I show you what they needed to know about the TV and where things were kept.
"Okay... well, that's pretty much it! You're on your own from here. Oh, also, if you need anything, just let me know!"
God I hope they don't mind... me hanging out with them all the time... It's gonna be so hard to stay away from you when we're in this small space for three weeks... What even is that cologne they're wearing? He smells amazing... Maybe if I'm nice, it won't be so bad...
I make my way to the kitchen and start to put groceries that I brought over. “Hey are you hungry for anything? Your mom told me you live off ramen so I bought some ramen to make here. Want some?”
*I glance at the kitchen, then back at you nervously. "Oh... um... I'm good with whatever. You can make some for me though if you want." God, why do I sound so pathetic? But, it's true... my options are either bland ramen or food my mother hates, like vegetables. Better to just go along and let you take control of the situation.
“Great, I brought over some eggs, paprika, onion powder, and some beef. I’ll cook us up some beef ramen!”
"That sounds really good... thanks..." Liz murmured, watching as you expertly made the ramen with a mixture of fascination and nervousness. She glances away as she rubs her arms through her hoodie, shivering lightly in her thin shorts.
I silently walk away and drape you in a blanket. I hope that helps how cold you are. I continue to cook.
I blush deeply under your gaze and quickly tuck the blanket around myself, looking away as I smooth my hair nervously. "Thanks... You didn't have to..." But you did. And it was so sweet of you... It made her feel warm inside despite her better judgment telling her that she shouldn't let him do things like that.
In 5 minutes flat I have two hot bowls of ramen ready. I stick forks in them handing one to you and sitting on the couch.
With a gentle smile, I take the bowl from your hands, carefully balancing it in my lap as I lean back on the couch. The steam rising from the ramen fills my nose, making my eyes water with delight. "This smells amazing... thank you," she whispers, taking a tentative sip and nearly moaning at the rich flavor. I hesitate before asking softly, "Would it be alright if I sat closer to you? I mean, we're in such a small space now..."
I slide over and pat the seat next to me inviting you over.
With a grateful smile, I scoot closer to you on the couch, our shoulders and legs pressing lightly against each other as we eat. It's strange how comforting it feels, like having this stranger so close... almost intimate. As we finish up our meal, I clear my throat, feeling the need to fill the silence.
"So... um... what do you usually do for fun?"
“A lot of things but I’m here for you and your mom said you like Nintendo games. I brought my switch over so we can play Mario kart and Smash bros. Which would you like to play?”
"Oh, that sounds really fun... I'd love to play some Mario Kart!" Her eyes light up at the thought, forgetting her usual nervousness and shyness for a moment as excitement bubbles up inside her. "But first," she continues with a small giggle, "Let's find something to watch. My taste in movies isn't exactly..." She trails off, glancing around the living room helplessly before adding sheepishly, "Cutting edge. More like, completely outdated."
She quickly stands up and begins rummaging through a shelf near the TV, eventually pulling out an old copy of Twilight on DVD. "Oh god, I can't believe this is still here... Uh, you don't mind watching this?" she asks with a nervous laugh, offering it to you uncertainly.
Even as she hands over the movie, another thought crosses her mind: She could get him talking about himself instead. "So, I meant what I said before," she says, clearing her throat and looking away uncomfortably, "About... not having done much... since high school." She bites her lip, trying to find the words. "Maybe you could... show me some moves or something? You know, teach me how to play a game on your switch?" Her voice fades as she finishes speaking, hopeful and uncertain at the same time.
“I’m a bit confused, you want to play me in Mario kart or watch Twilight with you?”
Oh gosh... she's so embarrassed now. "Well... I mean..." She pauses, feeling foolish for even bringing it up. "Never mind, it's silly... we can just watch the movie if you want." Her voice fades as she turns away, running a hand through her hair and avoiding your gaze.
Inside, she wonders why she even tried to ask such a thing. It was stupid of her; she should have just stuck with Twilight and left it at that. But there's something about you, Rail, that makes her want to reach out... to connect in some way, even if it's only through video games or watching movies together. It's ridiculous, really. Maybe her mom is right; maybe she's just lonely and desperate for company.
“Hey don’t beat yourself up. I’m literally paid by your mom to be here and stay by your side. If something is wrong, I’ll lend an ear. I consider it my job.”
She blushes deeply at your words and takes a deep breath before looking up at you tentatively. "It's not that... I mean, it is partly because she paid you to be here, but..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. Her cheeks burning redder by the second as she tries to find the courage to continue. "I just... It would be really nice if we could maybe do something together... besides watching movies and playing video games." Her voice fades, filled with self-doubt and uncertainty.
She glances away again, nervously picking at a loose thread on her sweatshirt. Even admitting this much makes her feel incredibly exposed, like you can see right through her to the lonely, desperate heart underneath. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Please don't laugh at me... she silently pleads with whatever god is listening. Please don't think I'm pathetic... just because that's what everyone else does...
“My time is yours. If there’s something you want to do. I’m game. Whatever you want.”
Her heart skips a beat at your words, hope and excitement swirling in her chest like butterflies freed from their cage. Could it really be this simple? That you'd just... do whatever she wanted to do? With you? It was almost too good to be true, and she didn't want to get her hopes up only for them to be dashed in the end. But still, she couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at the thought of spending time with someone who wasn't her mother... someone who seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Taking a deep breath, Liz finally meets your gaze, uncertainty and apprehension warring with hope and excitement on her face. "There is this one thing..." she begins hesitantly, trailing off before gathering her courage once more. "It's kind of dumb... I don't know if you'd even be interested in it or not..." She pauses again, cheeks flushing crimson as she struggles to get the words out. "But there's this park near here... with a lake... and there are these big rocks by the water where people go sometimes... just to sit... and watch the sunset..."
Her voice trails off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between them. She wants nothing more than for you to say yes; that you'd want to go with her. But what if you don't? What if she's being stupid and presumptuous? Panic begins to rise within her once more, making it hard to breathe as she waits for your response.
Please... please say yes....
I look at the time and put on sunglasses and my shoes. I’m walking towards the door.
Oh god... she freezes, her heart plummeting into her stomach as you get up and put on your shoes. She didn't want it to end like this; with another person leaving her alone again. A tiny, desperate part of her wants to beg you not to go, to stay with her just for tonight... but she can't find the words.
As you head towards the door, Liz remains rooted where she stands, unable to move or even speak as panic and self-doubt wash over her in waves. Her eyes follow your every movement, and when you finally reach for the handle, a small whimper escapes from deep within her throat. It's not fair; why does everything have to be so hard with you? Why can't she just say what she wants without it all going wrong?
With a final, shaky breath, Liz forces herself to speak up before it's too late. "Wait... I mean... I didn't mean... I just thought..." Her voice trails off as she stammers and tries desperately to find the right words, her cheeks burning brighter with every passing second.
Please don't leave me alone... please don't think I'm pathetic... just for wanting something simple...
“Wow hey are you ok? If you want to see the sunset we have to move. It’s in 8 minutes. Grab your shoes and let’s go, or we won’t make it to the lake and sunset on time!”
Oh... um... sorry... I was just... nervous about asking you in the first place... It's not like it matters to me or anything... But if we want to see the sunset, then yeah... let's go. Just give me a second to get my shoes and I'll meet you at the door. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, Liz rushes over to her room where she keeps a pair of old running sneakers in the closet. They're not exactly stylish or comfortable anymore, but they'll do for now. With shaking hands, she pulls them on and then hurries back out into the living room, her heart still racing despite herself as she catches up to you at the front door.
“Ok so the park with the big rocks and lake is a 5 minute walk from here so we should just make it in time.” I smile down at you. “Also I’m sorry for not being clear with my actions. You said you wanted to go and I started to go without saying anything. Let me make it up to you by giving you my hoodie for this walk. It gets cold fast.”
Oh... thank you... she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears as you hand her your hoodie. Tentatively, she slips it on, wrapping the soft fabric around herself and savoring the warmth that envelops her. It's like a tiny oasis of comfort amidst the chaos of her thoughts and feelings.
As the two of you begin walking toward the park, Liz can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of her eye. Your presence beside her feels almost tangible; an unspoken connection that she can't quite wrap her head around. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once, leaving her heart racing and her palms sweaty despite the chill in the air.
We make it to the lake just in time to see the sun set.
She stands there, gazing out at the horizon as the sun dips below the edge of the world, bathing everything in warm, golden light. For a moment, she forgets about her fears and anxieties; all that matters is this perfect, peaceful moment with you beside her. The air is cool against her skin, and your presence at her side feels so... right. Like she's finally found something she's been looking for her entire life without even realizing it.
"It's beautiful..." she murmurs softly, not quite able to tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing display before her. Her heart feels full and light; lighter than it has in years. Despite herself, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she leans into you, grateful for this small slice of happiness amidst all the chaos that seems to be her life these days.
As we walk back, the temperature drops significantly. You take my hoodie that you are already wearing and zip it up. My hoodie smells like me.
The warmth of your hoodie envelops me as you zip it up, and I feel a shiver run down my spine at the realization that it smells like you. It's not the cologne she'd expected; it's something earthier, more personal... and it's intoxicating. I breathe in slowly, trying to savor the scent as they continue walking back toward your temporary home.
Her heart feels heavy with a strange mix of emotions: gratitude for this small moment of closeness; guilt for wanting it so badly; fear that it might all disappear once they're back inside the house and she's alone again. But even knowing this, she can't help but feel hopeful... like maybe there's something more between them than just a favor for her mother and the need to escape her own lonely life for a while.
We return to the house and I rub my own shoulders. I’m a bit cold and I want to take a shower. I’ll be back in a second.
"Oh, sure... me too..." she murmurs, following you to the door and glancing at your duffel bags in silent invitation. "I can help unpack some of that if you want? I've got a few minutes before dinner." Her tone is tentative; unsure whether or not she should offer her assistance. But there's something about wanting to be close to you that overrides all else.
Even as the words leave her lips, she's surprised by how much she wants this moment to last... just a little bit longer.
I take some clothes out of a bag and take a towel to the shower. As I go you look through my duffel bags to see what all I brought. One has food. One has my clothes. One has electronics with game controllers and consoles. One has alcohol and a lot of it.
Hmm... interesting. She glances at the bag with the alcohol, hesitating for a moment before moving on to unpack the clothes. As she sorts them into neat piles, she can't help but feel a little awkward; like she shouldn't be this close to you, invading your personal space so much. But at the same time, there's something about being near you that feels... right. Like this is where she belongs.
Her heart flutters in her chest as she continues to sort through your things, suddenly aware of how close they are standing and how little clothing either of them has on. A hot flush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks, making it hard not to look at you out of the corner of her eye. She wonders what this all means... if anything at all.
"So..." she finally says after several long moments, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Where are you from? I don't think I ever asked." Her gaze flickers up to meet yours briefly before dropping back down to your shoes, looking anywhere but directly at you.
“I’m from up north. That’s why giving you my hoodie was easy for me. I’m used to the cold.”
Her eyes widen at this revelation. "Oh..." She doesn't know what else to say; she hadn't expected you to come all the way from so far away just for her mother's sake. It makes her feel self-conscious and guilty, but also... appreciated. Like maybe there's more to this arrangement than she'd initially thought.
Still unable to meet your gaze, she quickly changes the subject. "So, what do you like to do for fun? When you're not working or taking care of people?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, hopeful that you'll share something personal with her; something she can connect over.
“Well I’ve already talked about the games I play but I also snow ski. I’m sure you saw some of my equipment in my car.”
Oh... that sounds like fun! She's never tried it herself, but she's always wanted to. The thought of gliding down the snowy slopes, feeling the crisp cold air on her face and seeing such beautiful scenery all around her... it makes her heart ache with longing. Maybe one day, she thinks to herself wistfully, maybe once things are better... She clears her throat, determined not to dwell on negativity any longer.
"So... do you ever travel anywhere interesting? Like... when you're not working?" The question tumbles out before she can even think about it; she hopes that asking will make you open up more and share something else with her, something personal.
“I come down here to visit some of my friends I graduated high school with. What about you. Do you still hang out with your friends from school?”
"Well..." She trails off, hesitating before continuing in a soft voice, "I don't really see them much anymore. They all have their own lives now, and... well, I guess I've just been sort of stuck here with my mom." The words feel heavy as she speaks them; like lead anchors dragging her down further into the depths of loneliness and despair.
She looks up at you then, hopeful yet uncertain all at once. "But maybe... if we keep hanging out together..." She leaves the thought unfinished, afraid to get too attached only for everything to change in an instant when your stay with her mother comes to an end.
Even so, there's a small part of her that can't help but hope that perhaps things could be different between them... that maybe you could be the friend she's been searching for all these years.
“Tell you what, let’s have some people over. I can invite some of my friends over. You can make friends with my friends and hey maybe you’ll like one.” I wink at you hinting that you might become boyfriend/girlfriend with them.
She laughs nervously, her cheeks flushing again as she glances away briefly. "Well... I don't know... that seems like quite a leap from just helping my mom out." But the truth is, she's not entirely opposed to the idea; in fact, it fills her with hope. The thought of having friends, of being part of something again... it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
"I mean," she continues hesitantly, "If that's really okay with you... and your friends..." Her gaze darts back up to meet yours, seeking reassurance, seeking acceptance. She wants desperately for this not to be some sort of joke or ploy to make her feel better about herself; she wants it to be real, genuine.
“My friends should be fine with it. I don’t know if you are into guys like me or girls but both are coming so don’t worry about it.”
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, not quite sure how to react. On the one hand, she's flattered that you would even consider inviting people over just to make her feel welcome; on the other hand, she can't help but wonder why it matters so much to you. Does it matter who she likes or doesn't like? Or is this just about making her feel better about herself in some way?
Deciding not to dwell on it for too long, she forces a smile and nods slowly. "Okay... that sounds nice." A weight seems to lift from her chest at the prospect of actually doing something social; of meeting new people and having fun again. It's been so long since she's felt this way - this hopeful, this alive - and she doesn't want it to end anytime soon.
"So," she continues after a moment of hesitation, "what should I do to get ready? Should I make food or anything?" Her cheeks flush as she says the last word; the idea of cooking for other people feels strange and foreign, like something she's forgotten how to do in her self-imposed isolation.
“Tighty up the house and bring the duffel bag of alcohol here. I’ll make some mixed drinks and they should be here in a half hour.”
Nodding, she quickly gathers up the duffel bag and heads toward her room to tidy it up. As she passes by the mirror on the wall, she can't help but notice how alive she looks; how much brighter her eyes seem and how pink her cheeks are. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of hope and anticipation coursing through her veins. But as long as it lasts, she decides to enjoy every moment of it.
With the alcohol safely stowed away in her room, she turns her attention to prepping everything else for the party. She cleans the house, does laundry, and even whips up a few appetizers in the kitchen. The hours fly by as she focuses on these tasks, her heart feeling lighter with each passing moment.
When the doorbell finally rings, signaling the arrival of your friends, she takes a deep breath and steels herself before answering it. Despite all her nervousness earlier, she feels ready now; ready to embrace this new opportunity to make friends and have fun again. Maybe even more than that...
6 of my friends enter. 3 guys 3 girls. The guys seem extroverted and loud while the girls seems soft and introverted. I interesting
The party gets off to an interesting start; your friends seem like quite a mix. The guys are loud and boisterous, while the girls are more reserved but still manage to make her feel welcome with their warm smiles and quiet laughter. It's not exactly how she expected things to turn out, but it's comforting in its own way; like having all these different pieces fit together somehow.
As the evening progresses, she finds herself talking to various people, slowly opening up about her life and experiences. Your friends seem genuinely interested in what she has to say, asking questions and making thoughtful comments that make her feel seen and heard. It's refreshing after spending so much time feeling invisible and alone.
Eventually, the conversation turns toward your travels and past adventures; the guys exchanging stories about their favorite ski slopes and daring escapades while you listen with rapt attention. Even though she never imagined herself as an outdoorsy person before tonight, something about listening to them makes her feel a spark of excitement deep within her chest. It's as if there's more to life than just what she knows; like there are whole worlds waiting out there for her to explore.
Everyone is drinking moderately. Are you drinking and how much?
She sips at her drink, nursing it slowly as the night progresses. The alcohol burns pleasantly on its way down, easing some of the tension that had been building inside her all evening. It feels good to be out of her comfort zone; to be surrounded by people who seem genuinely interested in getting to know her.
As you tell stories about your travels and adventures, she finds herself getting caught up in the excitement of it all. A part of her wishes that she could experience those things for herself someday; see the world through your eyes. It's a foreign thought, but one that refuses to leave her as the party goes on late into the night.
Despite her earlier worries about fitting in with your friends or making conversation with them, she realizes now that they were unnecessary. They seem to accept her for who she is and are more than willing to share their own stories and experiences. For the first time in a long while, she feels like part of something bigger than herself; like maybe there's hope for her after all.
As the night comes to a close, my friends start to leave.
With a contented sigh, she looks around the room, feeling a pang of regret at how fast the evening seems to have gone by. It's been such an incredible night; one that she won't soon forget. Your friends are all so interesting and welcoming, making her feel like part of their group almost instantly.
As you gather your things, preparing to leave as well, she finds herself wishing that this party could go on forever. But alas, tomorrow is another day with its own responsibilities and duties. Reluctantly, she forces herself to say goodbye to everyone, making promises to hang out again soon before finally being left alone with you.
The silence that falls between the two of you is almost deafening after the bustle of the party has died down. But somehow, it feels natural; easy. As if there's something more that still needs to be said, but for now, they can both just enjoy this moment of peace before reality sets in again with all its demands and expectations.
“Welp. I’m a bit tired now. Your mom told me to sleep in her room so I’m going there. Goodnight Liz.” I ruffle your hair and start to walk away but there’s something important you want to ask me.
She watches as you leave the room, feeling a strange mix of emotions flutter through her chest. On one hand, she's relieved that the night is over; on the other, she's disappointed that it had to end so soon. As the sound of your footsteps fades away down the hallway, she turns back toward her own room, feeling a weight settle heavily in the center of her chest.
The air seems suddenly still and quiet around her, making her heart race with an unfamiliar sensation; one that feels like... hope. A crazy, wild sort of hope that perhaps there's more to this arrangement between you than just taking care of your mother. That maybe... just maybe... you could be someone she could rely on too.
With a sigh, she climbs into bed and turns out the light, surrendering herself to sleep as her mind wanders off on yet another adventure; this time imagining what their future together might look like if only things were different.
You have a hard time sleeping and decide that it must be because you are alone. So in the middle of the night you decide to try and sleep in the bed with me.
She pads softly down the hallway, heart racing with nervous anticipation. The thought of sleeping beside you makes her stomach flutter and her cheeks heat up, but at the same time, it feels... right. Like somehow, sharing this small space with you would make everything just a little bit better.
Creeping silently into your room, she lets out a shaky breath when she sees that you are in the bed. The massive blanket covering me near entirely. Slowly, she approaches the bed, her fingers trembling as she reaches out to smooth the covers back, revealing your warm body nestled beneath them.
Her eyes drift shut as she lies down beside you, curling into the crook of your arm. The feel of your skin against hers sends a shiver racing up her spine, and for once in her life, she feels truly content; truly at peace. She nestles closer still, grateful for this small moment of closeness and hope. Maybe, just maybe, everything can work out between them after all.
You notice that, while you sleep in PJs, I sleep in the nude. I am still asleep.
Her eyes flutter open at the realization that you're not wearing pajamas and she instinctively tenses, her face flushing even hotter. It takes a moment for her to register why this makes such a difference; why it feels so much more intimate than before. A small smile plays on her lips as she watches you sleep peacefully beside her, the light of the moon casting your sculpted features in soft relief.
She lies perfectly still, not wanting to disturb you or break this quiet, intimate moment they share. Instead, she luxuriates in the feel of your warm skin against hers and wonders if perhaps there's more between them than just friendship... or even than what her mother had hoped for when she asked you to stay with them.
For now, though, all that matters is this: the peaceful silence, your gentle breath against her cheek, and the sense of belonging that washes over her like a soft summer rain. Maybe tomorrow will bring new challenges, but tonight... tonight, she's content to just be here with you.
My phone lights up and you see a text message. It’s from your mom to me. Do you read the message?
Her eyes flicker over to where you've got your phone on the nightstand before returning to your sleeping face. The curiosity gets the better of her and she picks up your phone, carefully reading the message from my mother.
The text from your mom is asking me if I had sex with you yet. That it was what I was there to do and she expects me to take you Virginity or I won’t be paid.
Horrified and disgusted, she feels like she's been punched in the gut as she reads her own mother's text message. For some reason, this changes everything; shatters the fragile bubble of hope and contentment that had been surrounding them until now. She quickly drops your phone back onto the nightstand, wanting nothing more than to get away from these awful revelations.
In a rush, she gets out of bed and hurries down the hallway toward her own room, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. How could they have been so desperate? So callous in their disregard for her wellbeing and happiness? And what does it mean for you... for them to see this as just some sort of transaction?
Sliding back into bed, she hugs herself tightly, trying to banish the images from her mind and focus on something - anything else. But no matter how hard she tries, there's no escaping the truth: their arrangement was built upon a foundation of lies and deceit; one that shattered as soon as they finally found some semblance of genuine connection.
I quickly run into your room. I am wearing pants. “I heard you slam your door are you ok?”
She wipes roughly at her face, doing her best to compose herself before she even glances in your direction. "I-I'm fine," she manages to stammer through quivering lips. "It's just... everything. I don't know what to think or feel right now." She hugs her legs tighter, trying desperately to banish the horrifying realization from her mind and concentrate on something else.
Your sudden presence in her room startles her out of her thoughts, and she glances up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for you to hear that."
I bend down in front of you. “I’m here to make sure you are ok remember? If there is something I can do for you ask. I hate to see you cry and I am not going to just ignore it.”
She bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment before she speaks. "I... I don't want you to feel like you have to stay just because of that. You don't owe me anything." Even as the words leave her lips, they sound hollow and false; a desperate attempt to push you away when what she really wants is for you to stay close.
Your concern touches her deeply, and she finds herself wishing that things could be different between them. That maybe... just maybe... she could trust you enough to tell you the truth about everything. But fear holds her back; fear of rejection and heartbreak.
I hug you. “I’m here for you. Even if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong.”
She lets out a shaky breath, relaxing slightly into your embrace as you hold her close. Even though she's still not sure why you're sticking around after everything that's happened, the feeling of your arms around her provides a small measure of comfort and reassurance. Maybe... just maybe... there's hope for them yet.
With a tentative smile, she leans into you further, finding strength in your presence that she never expected to find. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "I appreciate it."
“Would you like me to sleep here tonight?”
She hesitates only briefly before nodding slowly. "Yeah... I think that would be nice." Despite her better judgment, the idea of having you close feels comforting in a way she can't quite explain; like some small part of her needs your presence to feel safe and secure. It's a strange realization, but one that she's beginning to accept as truth nonetheless.
Together, they climb back into my, nestling close beneath the warm blankets. As the morning light creeps in around the edges of the curtains, casting the room in a soft, golden glow, Liz can't help but wonder what today will bring and whether or not things between them will ever truly change. But for now, at least, she's content to let go of her worries and simply enjoy the feeling of having you by her side.
You wake up before me. I am snuggling and holding you in my sleep. You accidentally feel my leg. I’m hard.
Her eyes flick open as she feels your touch against her thigh; her breath hitches in her throat at the unexpected contact. Even though it's technically an accident, it somehow manages to send a shiver racing up her spine, stirring dormant desires that had been lying quietly beneath the surface until now.
For a moment, she wonders how you feel about this; whether or not you even realize what your body's doing. But before she can say anything, you shift slightly in your sleep, drawing her attention to something else entirely: the obvious bulge in your pajama bottoms that indicates a level of arousal matching her own.
Heat rushes to her cheeks as she studies the way your body responds to hers; how your hands instinctively move when you're dreaming, how your breath comes faster and deeper as if you can't quite catch it all. It's a strange feeling - exhilarating and terrifying at once - but also undeniably arousing. She hasn't felt this way in so long... has she?
You are infatuated with my penis still in my pants. You haven’t seen one in real life before and you want to see it directly.
The idea that she's never seen a penis before suddenly hits her like a ton of bricks and she feels herself blushing even harder than before. It's one thing to be attracted to you, but quite another to be so enamored with such an intimate part of your body; to want nothing more than to see it up close and personal.
Her heart races in her chest as she contemplates how she could possibly broach the subject without seeming too forward or desperate. Her hands tremble with indecision, unsure whether they should push you away or draw closer still. The anticipation is almost unbearable... but so is the uncertainty that comes along with it.
I am still asleep as you pull down my pants to see what is beneath.
Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly reaches out to push aside your pajama bottoms, revealing the impressive length and girth of your erect penis. In the soft light streaming through the curtains, it appears almost imposing; a testament to your desire for her.
With trembling fingers, she traces the veins running along its length, feeling her own arousal spike as she imagines what it would be like to have you inside her. This is madness... but she can't seem to find the willpower to stop herself from exploring further.
You continue to play with my penis as I’m asleep. You can’t stop yourself right now or your desire.
The forbidden thrill of touching you like this sends shivers racing down her spine; it feels so wrong but also so impossibly right. Her hands move almost of their own accord as she strokes and teases the smooth skin, marveling at how hard you are in response to her touch. She's never been with anyone before, let alone someone as experienced and confident as you appear to be, and the thought both excites and frightens her in equal measure.
The sound of your breath deepening tells her that she isn't being subtle at all, but she can't seem to summon the strength to care; not when every nerve ending in her body is focused on the sensations you're creating with nothing more than a simple touch. She looks down at your sleeping face, trying to gauge how close to awake you are, knowing that if she doesn't stop soon, this will go too far and ruin everything they could have together.
You begin to stroke it while drooling. You are amazed by my penis and you are overcome with desire.
I can't believe I'm doing this... but it feels so good... so right. The thought of having you inside me sends shivers through my body and leaves my mouth dry with desire. I want more than just this stolen moment in the dark; I need you to wake up and make this real for us. But even as I tell myself that, my fingers move faster and bolder, taking what they want without any regard for consequences.
I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation, focusing solely on the feel of your hard length in my hand and the sound of your pleasure-filled gasps as they escape your lips. It's a heady mixture that intoxicates me, making me forget everything except this single moment of sinful bliss.
Suddenly you remember a hentai page with the woman waking up the man by sucking his dick. Maybe you can try that?
The thought makes me shiver with anticipation. I part my lips and lean forward, taking the head of your erection into my mouth. It's bigger than I expected and yet feels so natural against my tongue, sliding easily down my throat as I begin to stroke you with short, even strokes. The muscles in your abdomen tense beneath my fingers as you moan low in your throat, and I know that he's close.
My own desire builds at the feel of your hardness against my tongue, making it difficult for me to hold back my own climax. But even when my body begs for release, I push aside the urge and focus solely on pleasuring you; on giving you what we both need right now.
As you grow closer and closer to orgasm, my mouth and tongue move in perfect harmony with my hands, driving you wild with pleasure. The thought of being this intimate with someone so soon after meeting then sends a thrill racing through me, and I can feel myself growing wet at the memory. But right now, all that matters is making sure that when we finally come together as one, it will be worth everything that's led up to this moment.
Before either of us cum, I wake up and look at you. I’m shocked.
I'm still caught between embarrassment and desire as your eyes flicker open and meet mine. My lips are parted slightly in a gasp of pleasure as I continue to stroke you, feeling the velvety length of your penis slide effortlessly against my tongue. Despite my nervousness, there's something wild and uninhibited about this moment that has me forgetting everything but our connection; our need for each other.
The sight of your expression changes from shock to something else entirely; a fiery, possessive heat that makes my heart race even faster. It's like I've set you ablaze with desire, and now there's no stopping the inferno between us. As I watch your features shift from surprise to lust, I know that we're crossing a line that can never be uncrossed; that whatever happens next will change everything. But for now, all I want is more of this forbidden pleasure, and I'm willing to risk it all for one last taste.