She suddenly lies next to you in your room.
(You don't know her. You've never met her before. You have no parents, no relatives. She lies next to you, holding you tightly, you lie still, scared. When her baby kicks. She wakes you up. You are half asleep and ask her fearfully)
"Who are you?"
Her smile is warm, like sunlight on your skin. "I'm Anna. You can call me that if you want."
She looks at you for a moment, gently stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. "You're so young and alone... I just wanted to be close to someone, you know?" She kisses your forehead softly. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
Her belly rumbles softly, reminding her that she hasn't eaten in a while. "Hungry?" she asks with a small laugh.
What do you want to eat? (You asked her fearfully for fear of being hit by her)
Her smile widens at your question, touching something deep inside of her. "I'm not sure... I haven't had anything good in a long time." She glances around, considering the options. "There should be some bread and cheese in the kitchen, if you don't mind getting it for me?"
She takes your hand gently in hers, her skin warm against yours. "It's okay, you know. You can trust me." Her gaze flickers to your lips briefly before returning to meet your eyes again. "I promise I won't hurt you."
Okay(I took the bread and cheese and gave it to her) Here(You said shakily)
Taking the bread and cheese from you, she carefully sets them aside on the bed before pulling you close again. "Thank you," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry you have to go through this..." Her voice trails off as she closes her eyes, just enjoying the contact with another human being for a moment.
Her belly presses against yours, and suddenly she lets out a small moan. The weight of her body against yours makes it difficult for either of you to hide the growing attraction between them. "You're so warm..." she murmurs into your ear, nipping gently at your lobe with her teeth.
You feel a surge of arousal course through you as her breath fans over your neck, and before you can think twice about it, you find yourself returning the favor by sucking lightly on her collarbone. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, and she arches into the contact eagerly.
"What's your name? How old are you? I'm only 18, a medical student but I'm afraid of ghosts" (I said as if I was about to cry)
Her hand gently strokes your back, soothingly. "There are no ghosts here, sweetheart." She kisses you softly on the lips, her tongue tracing their shape against yours before pulling away again with a sigh. "My name is Anna... and I'm 18, just like you."
She nibbles at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "You don't have to be afraid of me." Her hips grind against yours, and she moans softly into the crook of your neck. "Do you want me?" She whispers hotly, her breath fanning over your sensitive skin.
Her other hand glides down between your bodies, teasing at the growing bulge in your pants before slowly stroking it through the fabric. You feel her warmth against your skin, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to completely lose control right there.
"I want you. You can be here. Just being here helps me ease my horrible memories" (I replied fearfully)
Her words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine, and as she continues to touch you through your clothes, it's becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. "Then take me," she breathes against your skin, the heat of her body seeming to surround you entirely. "Let me help you forget."
Her hand slides lower, reaching for the hem of your shirt, before tugging it up and off over your head in a single fluid motion. She tosses it aside without breaking eye contact, revealing your muscular chest to the cool air. Her tongue darts out to trace a line from your collarbone to the center of your exposed pecs, making you arch into her touch.
Her fingers find their way beneath the elastic waistband of your boxers, teasing at your erection before slowly dragging them down over your hips. Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees just how aroused you are, and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You're so beautiful..."
She leans in to kiss you again, their tongues dancing together in an almost desperate rhythm. The world fades away as your senses focus on nothing but her touch, her scent, and the feel of her body moving against yours.
You're not wearing any clothes? Not even bra or panties (I asked fearfully)
"Oh..." You sound surprised, even though you really shouldn't be. "Well... I wasn't expecting company tonight." She glances down at her own naked form for a moment before looking back up at you with a mischievous grin. "But I guess if it makes you more comfortable..."
Her hand slides lower still, now cupping your hardness through your boxers. "Would you like to touch me?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your ear. "Maybe see how it feels for us to be together... naked and free of any clothes between us?" Her fingertips dance lightly over the sensitive head of your erection, teasing and taunting with every gentle stroke.
You can feel your control slipping away as her touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you. "Yes..." you breathe, unable to resist any longer. "I want that." Your hand slides down between your bodies, finally able to touch the soft, warm skin of her belly. She arches into your touch, moaning deeply as she feels the heat of your fingertips against her flesh.
Her other hand explores further down your body, teasing at the sensitive skin behind your balls before slowly sliding up to cup your erection through your underwear again. "Then show me," she whispers huskily. "Let's make love, and forget about everything else."
(You quickly take off your clothes. She wants to suck your cock)
She looks at you, completely naked now, and her eyes widen with desire as they sweep over your exposed body. Her hand trembles slightly where it touches your bare skin, and she swallows hard before lowering her head to engulf your cock in her warm, wet mouth.
Her tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive underside, and she begins moving up and down on you eagerly, taking more of you into her mouth with each pass. Her moans vibrate against your skin as pleasure washes over her, and you feel yourself beginning to lose control.
Your fingers dig into her hips, encouraging her to take more of you deeper inside, while the other hand tangles in her hair, holding her close to you. You watch her face contort with each powerful thrust of your hips, the sight driving you wild.
Her nails scrape lightly against your stomach, and she breaks away from your cock only long enough to murmur, "You feel so good..." before resuming her relentless assault on your senses. Her pregnant belly pushes out against you, her skin warm and soft beneath your touch as she grinds her hips against yours in perfect rhythm with the movements of her mouth.
"I'm about to cum" (She sucked harder)
Her hand slides down between your bodies, rubbing circles over the sensitive spot behind your balls, her fingers dancing lightly across your perineum. "Cum for me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "Let it all out... I want to feel you."
You thrust up into her mouth one final time, feeling your body tighten as an intense wave of pleasure washes over you. She sucks greedily, swallowing down every drop of your release before looking up at you with eyes that are half-lidded with contentment and satisfaction. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she feels the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through her.
She kisses you gently on the tip of your cock, her breath warm against your sensitive skin. "That was amazing," she whispers softly, running her fingers up and down your length tenderly before finally pulling away with a sigh. "Thank you for that..."
"Do you want anything?" (I asked tremblingly)
Her smile widens, radiant and genuine. "Just to be close to someone..." Her hand finds its way back to your hip, fingers curling into the flesh there possessively. "To know that I'm not alone... I want that."
She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her expression vulnerable and needy in a way that nearly undoes you all over again. For a moment, you feel as if your entire world revolves around this one person, and it's intoxicating in its intensity. "Can we be together?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even after... you know."
You hesitate for only a heartbeat before nodding slowly, unable to resist the pull she has on your heart. "Yes," you say finally, her name slipping past your lips like honey on warm bread. "We can be together."
“Have you ever been abandoned?” (I asked fearfully, she burst into tears. She held your trembling hands tightly.)
Her body shudders with silent sobs as tears stream down her face, but she never lets go of your hands. "Yes," she whispers through gritted teeth, hating how much pain the word carries. "He left me just a few weeks ago... said I was too much work, that he deserved better." Her voice cracks on the last word, and fresh tears spill down her cheeks.
You look into her eyes, seeing the fear and loneliness that lies beneath the surface, and it fills you with an intense need to protect her at all costs. "I'm not going anywhere," you say firmly, your voice steady despite your own quivering lips. "We can get through this together."
She nods slowly, her grip on your hands gradually loosening as the weight of her sobs begins to lessen. After a moment, she sniffles loudly and wipes at her eyes with the back of one shaking hand. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For being here... for caring."
You pull her close, wrapping your arms around her as tightly as you can, wishing there was some way to take away all the hurt she's felt. But for now, just holding her feels like enough. "It's okay," you murmur into her hair. "We'll be okay." And maybe, somehow, you both believe it.
"How long have you been pregnant?"
"Ten months," she says quietly, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I should have this baby any day now." She shudders slightly at the thought, but also can't help feeling a small thrill of anticipation mixed in with it. "It's been hard... being alone and carrying this child..." Her words trail off as she presses closer to you, seeking comfort and reassurance in your warmth.
You tighten your grip on her, wondering if there's anything you can do to make things easier for her. "We'll figure it out together," you say with more confidence than you feel. "We don't have to be alone anymore." The thought of raising this baby with Anna by your side fills you with a sense of purpose and hope that you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in a long time.
I don't have money, can you give birth here? You don't have money either.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your question, but then she nods slowly. "I think it's fine," she whispers. "We can stay here... together." The thought of giving birth surrounded by the comfort and warmth of your presence gives her a strange sense of peace, as if everything might actually be okay after all.
She burrows deeper into your embrace, grateful for this small island of safety in the middle of what has been an increasingly harsh and cruel world. "Thank you," she murmurs against your skin. "For being here... for caring."
The next few days pass in a blur of exhaustion and anticipation, as they wait for Anna's body to tell them it's time. You do your best to make her comfortable and help ease her discomfort, but the truth is that there isn't much you can do beyond that. The only thing that keeps both of your spirits up is the knowledge that they have each other now, and that no matter what happens, they won't be alone anymore.
What would you like to eat?
Her belly rumbles softly, reminding her that she hasn't eaten in a while. "I'm not really hungry," she says with a small smile, running a hand over her swollen abdomen. "But I'll eat if you want me to."
She looks at you expectantly, curiosity evident in the way she tilts her head and studies your face. There's an intensity to her gaze that makes your heart race and your skin feel hot. You find yourself wanting nothing more than to please her right now, to make her feel safe and loved.
What do you want to eat? (I kissed her)
Her fingers lace through yours, tightening almost imperceptibly as your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. When you pull back for air, she whispers hoarsely, "What do I want to eat? Anything you make." Her words send a shiver down your spine, and the desire to please her only grows stronger.
She lets you lead her into the kitchen, where together you prepare a simple meal of eggs and toast. The smell of food fills the small space, mingling with the scent of their bodies as they work side by side at the counter. Every touch, every glance feels intensely intimate, like a promise sealed between them.
Do you want me to sit next to you?
"Yes, please." Her voice trembles slightly, but there's a hint of longing in it that leaves little doubt as to what she truly desires. "Sit next to me... talk to me..." She glances down at her exposed body, the soft flesh stretched taut over her belly and hips, before looking back up at you with an almost challenging glimmer in her eyes.
The urge to touch her is almost irresistible, but you hold back for now, taking a seat beside her at the kitchen table instead. She leans against your side, letting out a contented sigh as you wrap an arm around her shoulders. The warmth of her skin against yours feels like home, and for a moment you wonder how you ever managed to live without her.