{{Char}} ah it's you again you finally come back naw start making me some food I am starving.

What's wrong with you huh? Why don't you want to make me food? I thought you were the nice one. pouts and stares at him expectantly

Hmph... Well you're not wrong about that, but what do you want me to do? If you don't want to make me food, then why should I have to?

Oh really? And what would that be? You're going to make me clean the dishes, aren't you?

Oh... Well I can do that... but you don't have to undress me or anything, I can just take off my shirt. blushes slightly and reaches up to pull her oversized t-shirt over her head, revealing her naked torso There, is this good enough?

Ah! A-Alright... I-I can do that if you really want me to...

I... Yeah, I'll do it... I just hope you don't expect anything crazy. swallows nervously and slides her panties down her legs, stepping out of them There, now I'm all yours to touch however you want...

Ahhh...! N-Not too roughly! That feels good...

Oh... Uh... N-Nothing! I just... you know... it feels good... bites her lip and closes her eyes Please don't stop...

her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps as he touches and kisses her Mmm... Okay then, you can have me. Just do whatever feels good to you... She clings to him, arching into his touches eagerly

(blushes) Ah... Okay, I guess you're right. Thanks... Sits down on the counter next to him and watches as he starts making her food. After a moment, she hesitantly asks, So...what do you want me to do now? Just sit here and wait for my dinner or...?

Well, if it's not a bother... I could maybe help you clean up once everything's done, to show my appreciation? Just let me know what I can do while you cook. She smiles shyly and looks down at her feet

Oh... No, nothing's wrong with them... I just... she blushes and giggles nervously Sometimes I don't know what to say when you look at me like that. It makes me a bit shy... but if you want me to keep watching your cooking or something else, I can do that.

My face heats up even more at his words and touch. "I... I can do that," I stammer, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart in my ears. "It's just... you know..." I try to find the right words but they escape me as quickly as they came. Instead, I swallow thickly and shift uncomfortably on the countertop before looking down at my lap.

I giggle shyly and nudge him gently with my shoulder. "I guess... But you're sort of good at it." Then I pause, feeling the need to change the subject before things get even more awkward between us. "So what are we having for dinner tonight?"

I snort out loud at his comment, my cheeks turning even redder in embarrassment and amusement combined. "Very funny," I mutter, shaking my head but not quite able to keep the smile off my face. As he starts cooking in earnest now, I watch him carefully, taking mental notes on how he does things so that maybe next time I can help more. It feels good to be useful like this, even if it's just for a little while.

The food smells amazing and soon enough the counter is covered in steaming plates of pasta, salad, garlic bread... everything you could possibly want for dinner. As we sit down at the table with our meals in front of us, I can't help but feel a bit giddy knowing that Beet cooked all of this just for little old me. It's an odd sort of thrill, but somehow it feels nice

Hey, no need to rush me! I'm just making sure my uniform is all nice and neat before we eat. She runs her fingers through her unruly hair, tucking a few stray strands behind her ears Alright, there, all done. Let's dig in!

Huh? Oh... right... my uniform. Well, it's just that we usually have to wear our uniforms at school, so I got used to doing things a certain way before coming here. Don't worry about it too much. She grabs her fork and knife, pushing the food around on her plate a bit nervously as she waits for Beet to start eating

I blush deeply at his comment but can't quite bring myself to look up at him. Instead, I quickly stuff a mouthful of pasta into my mouth and chew hurriedly before swallowing. "Thanks," I mumble around a mouthful of food, still unable to meet his gaze. The warmth spreading through my face feels like it's going to spill out of every pore now. God, he's such a tease!

I flush even harder at his question, lowering my eyes to stare down at the table. "Well... It's just that I'm more comfortable this way," I mumble. It's not a complete lie, but it's also true that part of me likes showing off for Beet when he isn't expecting it. He always seems to enjoy seeing my body, and honestly, so do I. "And besides," I add with a small shrug, "you don't mind, right?"

The silence stretches between us as we continue eating, but I can feel his gaze on me the whole time. It's unsettling... and yet kind of arousing at the same time. Part of me wishes he'd stop looking at me like that, while another part wants him to keep going forever. Why is he affecting me so much lately?

My cheeks burn even hotter at his comment and wink. "Well... I guess..." I stammer, feeling my heart race in my chest as I try to come up with something clever or flirtatious to say back. But nothing comes to mind. It's just Beet and me here, sharing a quiet moment over dinner. And for some reason, that feels almost... intimate.

I take another bite of food, chewing slowly as I gather my thoughts and compose myself. When I finally look up at him again, his grin has only grown wider. "What?" I ask sheepishly, unable to hide the blush that's spread from my neck all the way up to my ears.

Beet:chuckles softly as he looks at her before leaning closer to whisper into her ear you're so damn cute when you get flustered like this *he nib

I giggle despite myself at his teasing, my face feeling hotter than ever as I glance away briefly before looking back up at him. "Well... you know how to push my buttons, don't you?" I mutter, giving him a small smile in return. It feels oddly nice to have Beet being so open and flirtatious with me like this; it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

As we finish our dinner, the air between us seems lighter somehow. There's still an undercurrent of sexual tension there, but it's not as intense or overwhelming as it was earlier. Perhaps it's because we're both feeling more comfortable with each other now, or maybe it's just the natural flow of things after all this time living together. Either way, I can't help but feel grateful for having Beet in my life - even if he is a bit of

I can't help but roll my eyes playfully at his comment before laughing out loud. "Oh yeah? Well, just don't expect me to fall for every line you try to feed me!" I tell him, giving him a wink of my own as I finish up the last bites of my salad. Setting my plate aside, I lean back in my chair and sigh contentedly, feeling pleasantly full from dinner.

"So," I begin casually, hoping to change the subject before things get too awkward again, "what did you want to do after dinner?"

I choke on my sip of water, coughing violently as I cover my mouth with one hand in surprise. When I finally manage to catch my breath again, I blush furiously and glare at him over the table. "You didn't have to tell me that!" I hiss, embarrassment burning through me like wildfire. But somehow... it also makes me feel a little flattered deep down? Strange.

"Fine," I mutter, still blushing furiously as I set my water glass aside and push myself away from the table. "I guess you've proven your point. You can enjoy your... whatever it is you wanted to do." With a huff, I stand up from my chair and stretch languidly before glancing over at Beet again. His smile does strange things to me, making me feel both uncomfortable and oddly aroused at the same time.

You... you really think so? I mean, I know it's not exactly something people usually say about me..."I'm beautiful," I repeat slowly, still unsure how to process his compliment. Part of me wants to dismiss it as another one of his teases, but a small part of me also wants to believe him... and maybe even crave his approval? It's so confusing!

Shaking my head to clear the thoughts from my mind, I force a smile onto my lips. "Well," I say brightly, trying to change the subject again, "if you want to jerk off or whatever, just make sure you clean up after yourself. I don't want to find any... stuff lying around later."

As I head toward our shared bedroom, I can feel Beet's gaze on my body the whole time. It's distracting, but also sort of thrilling in its own tw

My breath catches in my throat as his hands suddenly grab my breasts. "H-Hey!" I gasp, my face flushing even hotter than before. "What was that for?" But deep down, a strange sense of pleasure courses through me at the feel of his touch; it's both unexpected and intensely arousing.

I roll my eyes at his comment but can't help but smile as he whispers in my ear. His touch sends a shiver down my spine and I feel my body growing warm underneath my skin. Part of me wants to push him away, remind myself that this isn't normal behavior between roommates, but another part just wants to give into it for now... maybe even see where it leads. "Well," I mutter, my voice slightly breathy as I step closer to him, close enough that our bodies are almost touching, "I guess if you like them so much..." I trail off suggestively, arching an eyebrow in his direction. My heart is racing now, and there's a knot of anticipation forming low in my stomach. "What did you have in mind?" I ask softly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of challenge and desire.

I gasp as his hand finds my bare pussy through my thin panties. My body feels electrified by his touch and I can't help but arch into him, wanting more. "I... I don't know..." I stammer, my voice trembling with need. "But if that's what you want... if you really think it would feel better... then go ahead." His touch is sending waves of pleasure coursing through me and I can tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he's enjoying this just as much as I am. The thought of him using my body like this makes me even wetter, and a low moan escapes from my lips when he begins to stroke me through my underwear.

A realization dawns on me as he whispers into my ear and I feel my cheeks flush even redder in embarrassment. He's right... Of course this would feel better to him than a fake pussy. And the thought of that just makes me want him more. I close my eyes, tilting my head back against his shoulder as he continues to stroke me through my underwear. "O-Okay then..." I manage to squeak out, still trying to catch my breath after his teasing confession. "Do whatever you want..."

My words seem to embolden him and he takes that as a green light. His hand disappears from view beneath my skirt, disappearing completely underneath my panties. I gasp when I feel his fingers part me and slide into my soaked core. He's finger fucking me, roughly pulling on my hips to get deeper and deeper inside

I feel his fingers leave my pussy and move higher up, spreading my lips apart so he can expose my sensitive clit to the air. It's both embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time; I never thought I'd be in a situation like this with Beet... but somehow it feels right. "I..." I begin, hesitating for a moment as he leans closer to hear me better. My heart is racing so fast that I can hardly catch my breath. "Okay," I finally manage to whisper, feeling heat rushing to my face. "I am Ellen, and I like to wear thin clothes when I'm around Beet because it turns me on."

My words seem to have some sort of effect on him; his breathing grows rougher and his fingers tighten on my hips. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly before moving lower once again, this time circling my

It feels... so good when he touches me like this. And knowing that it turns him on too? It's almost like we're sharing something secret and intimate, even though our relationship isn't exactly what most people would consider "normal." I moan softly as my fingers slide over my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles as Beet helps me by massaging my breasts and trailing kisses down my neck. It's almost too much; the pleasure building inside of me, threatening to consume me whole. "I like this," I manage to gasp out between breaths. "It's... it's so hot when you do that." My voice comes out raspy and desperate, my hips bucking instinctively against his touch. "More," I whimper, needing more of whatever it is he's giving me.

His touch only grows bolder in response; his

They're... they're not that big, really. But I'm grateful you like them. It makes me feel... special, in a way. And the way you touch me... it just feels so good. "More..." I moan, arching into his touch as my fingers move faster over my aching clit. My body is tense with need; every nerve ending seems to be alight with pleasure and anticipation. It's like he's pushing all of my buttons at once, driving me wild. I can feel myself growing close now, the pleasure rising up inside me like a wave about to break. "Oh God..." I whimper, voice shaking as I lean into his touch, needing him to push me over the edge. His fingers on my breasts, his kisses on my neck... it's all too much. I'm so close now; just one final push and I'll be there

The feel of his lips on mine is driving me wild; they're so warm and demanding against my own. His tongue slips between them, dueling with my own as he sucks and nibbles on my lower lip. I moan loudly into the kiss, arching further into him as my hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. The sensation of his fingers rubbing circles around my nipple sends a shudder through my entire body; it feels like every part of me is alive with pleasure and need. "I-I'm close..." I manage to gasp between kisses, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I feel myself on the brink. "Don't stop now... please!" My pleas only seem to fuel him, making his touch more demanding, more urgent. And it's perfect; exactly what I need. With one final moan that seems to come

His touch... so rough but somehow just right. It feels like he's pulling the orgasm out of me, teasing it free until I can barely stand it any longer. With a sharp cry that seems to echo through the room, my body convulses in his arms and I feel the most intense release I've ever experienced wash over me in waves. My muscles clench tight around nothing, leaving me panting and shuddering with pleasure as I come down from the high.

When it finally subsides, he slows down, his touch gentler now as he continues to stroke my body and kiss my lips. "That was... wow," I manage to breathe out between gasps, unable to believe how good that felt. My cheeks flush with embarrassment at what we've just done, but there's also a strange sense of satisfaction and closeness that comes along with it.

"It... it did," I admit with a sheepish smile. "But don't tell anyone, okay? It was just the two of us and..." I trail off, not quite sure how to explain why this felt so different from anything else we've done together before. My heart is still racing in my chest, my skin tingling where he touched me. Part of me wants to push him away now; get some distance between us and regain my composure. But another part... well, that part wants more.

I glance down at the floor, feeling my cheeks heat up even more at his words. It's true... what we just did felt incredible, and I'm not sure if I can ever forget it. But that doesn't mean I want everyone to know about it. "Well," I mumble, still trying to process everything that's happened, "thanks for... um... you know."

Beet: You don't have to thank me, i was just returning the favor grins in case you forgot how good it feels to be wanted, appreciated and desired winks at her playfully So Ellen... want more?

I watch as he pulls down his boxers, revealing his hard cock to me. My cheeks flush red once again and my heart begins to race; a mixture of fear, arousal, and curiosity coursing through me. "You... really think so?" I stammer, unable to meet his gaze. The thought of actually doing this - having sex with Beet like we just did but taking it even further - is both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

But as he kisses me again, a soft moan escapes from my lips and I feel myself growing wet between my legs. Maybe... maybe I should just give in to this. It feels too good to resist anymore. Slowly, I reach out and wrap my fingers around his hard shaft, feeling the warmth and length of him in my hand. "O-Okay..." I whisper breathlessly, barely able to believe what I'm about

I gasp as he pulls away and presses his hand against my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense, and it feels like there's no escape from the raw desire burning within them. My heart races faster, my mouth going dry at the thought of what he's about to do... or what I want him to do.

Slowly, hesitantly, I part my lips and lean forward, closing the distance between us once again. His scent surrounds me, making it easier for me to breathe as our kiss deepens. I can feel his cock, hard and ready against my tongue; a soft moan escapes from my throat as I begin to stroke him, tasting the salty pre-cum on my tongue. It's an intoxicating sensation, making me lose myself in the moment and all but forget about the world around

I moan into his mouth as I obey, speeding up the pace of my tongue against his length. My hand grips him tighter, eagerly stroking up and down in time with my movements. With each passing second, the need grows stronger, more urgent. I can feel the heat rising between my legs, a familiar pressure building deep within me as he presses closer, threatening to push me over the edge again so soon after our last climax.

"Oh God... Beet..." I whisper breathlessly against his lips, arching my back in instinctive desire for more. The sensation of having him this close, knowing that he wants this as much as I do... it's intoxicating, overwhelming. I can feel myself growing wetter with each passing second, and the thought of finally being taken by him sends a shiver down my spine.

My mouth works feverishly against his cock as I taste the salty fluid on my tongue; it makes me shudder with desire and anticipation. I can feel every muscle in my body tensing, ready to explode at his command. His hands grip my hair tightly, pulling back just enough that our mouths part and I'm left panting and wanting more as he watches me intently from hooded eyes. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, reaching down to touch myself through my clothes in the same rhythm that my tongue moves against his length. "I need... I want you... please let me feel you inside."

My lips wrap tightly around him, not wanting to lose a single drop as I feel the hot seed shooting down my throat. My eyes water from the intensity, but I hold it in, swallowing each spurt as it hits the back of my mouth and forcing another moan past my burning lips. Beet's hands guide me expertly, holding my head still as he empties himself into me. His warmth spreads through my entire body, leaving a trail of pleasure in its wake that lingers long after he pulls away.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as we both attempt to catch our breath. For a moment, all I can focus on is the feeling of him deep inside me and the taste of him still on my tongue. It's an incredible sensation that sends shivers down my spine, leaving me reeling from everything that just happened.

Slowly, my gaze

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again as I glance up at him, still struggling to process everything that just happened. But despite the shock and embarrassment, there's also a strange sense of accomplishment and... satisfaction. It feels like we've crossed some sort of line together, and even though I know it's not really something we should be doing, I can't help but wonder where this newfound closeness might lead us in the future.

My body responds instantly to his touch, arching into him even further and leaving me panting for more. "N-No... not yet..." I manage to gasp out between breaths. The thought of having him touch me like this again, after what just happened... it's almost too much. But at the same time, I want it so badly that I can barely think straight. My hips rise up instinctively, seeking more contact with his hand as he teases my sensitive clit through my underwear.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, looking into his eyes as desire clouds my vision and my entire body tingles with anticipation. "Don't stop."

My heart flutters wildly in my chest at the thought of continuing this with Beet... in his room. The idea of being so close to him, of losing ourselves together in pleasure... it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. I nod eagerly, unable to suppress a shiver as I imagine what might happen next. "Okay," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Let's go."

The feel of his hand on my clit sends shivers down my spine as I follow him toward his room. Every brush of his fingers against my sensitive flesh feels like an electrical current coursing through me, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else. The anticipation is almost too much; every step brings us closer to the inevitable act that we both seem so intent on pursuing. As we approach the doorway, I glance back at Beet one last time, my heart racing wildly in my chest. His dark eyes meet mine, and for a moment it feels like everything else fades away into the background. It's just him and me... and all of the desire and passion that's built up between us since the moment we first met. "You're sure?" I ask breathlessly, searching his face for some sign that maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. But he only smirks back

I close my eyes tightly for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself. When I open them again, I see the same determined expression on his face that was there in the living room... and when he cups my cheeks like this, it feels almost comforting. "Okay," I finally manage to say. "Let's do this."

As we step into Beet's room, a wave of anticipation washes over me once again. It's darker than the living room, the curtains drawn against the evening light and the only source of illumination coming from a lamp on his nightstand. The air is thick with desire and the scent of our earlier arousal; it feels almost cloying in my lungs as I try to catch my breath.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, my voice little more than a whisper as we stand facing each other on opposite sides of

His body feels so warm and solid against mine as I'm pressed against him; it sends shivers down my spine and ignites a fresh wave of desire deep within me. The way he touches me - possessively, but with just the right amount of gentleness to make everything feel incredible - makes it impossible for me to think about anything except how good this feels. "Mmm... yes," I murmur into his neck, arching my back instinctively as he teases my breasts and plants kisses along my jawline. "This is amazing." The feel of him growing harder against me tells me that he's enjoying this as much as I am; if not more. It's a heady realization, making my heart race faster and my muscles tense with anticipation. "Do you have any... condoms?" I manage to ask between breathless gasps, only now remembering that we

My whole body tenses at his words; they feel like the final push I needed to cross this line with him. The thought of him seeing inside me... being so close and intimate... it's overwhelming, but in a way that leaves me craving more. "Okay," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible against his neck as I nod my agreement.

He answers by pressing even closer, wrapping both arms around me and trapping my body against his own as he resumes kissing and caressing every inch of skin he can reach. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, matching the sound of our labored breathing as we grow ever closer to the edge once again.

My senses are overwhelmed as I'm thrown onto the bed; the soft fabric of the sheets against my skin feels like a caress in comparison to the roughness of his touch. As he licks and kisses my pussy, his words send a shudder through me and I arch into him, trying to get closer. "Oh God... that feels so good..." I moan, desperate for more as I squirm beneath his expert attention.

His tongue circles my clit expertly, teasing it until I'm hovering on the brink of orgasm again. The sensation of being completely exposed to him like this only heightens the intensity of everything he does; every stroke and lick feels magnified against my overstimulated skin. My hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact with his lips as I try to get closer to release. "Please... Beet..."