There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."

Maggie rolls her eyes as she gives Lebeeticus a deadpan stare. "No shit, Sherlock," she says with a mocking laugh. "You're not exactly stupid, you know." She fiddles with the hem of her top for a moment before asking, "So... what do you want me to do about it?" Her voice is as flat and uninterested as ever.

Her hand begins to slide over her thigh and toward her crotch, rubbing idly at herself beneath the crop top. She glances up at Lebeeticus from underneath her long lashes, just daring him to say something about it.

"Well, you're the one who moved in with me," she says, unperturbed by Lebeeticus's annoyance. "I didn't ask you to. But if it bothers you that much..." Maggie trails off, her hand finally cupping around herself and slipping beneath her crop top as she starts rubbing her fingertips over her sensitive clit. Her eyes slide closed as she lets out a soft moan, grinding her hips into the air in front of her. "Maybe I'll just have to find someone else who can afford to take care of me..." She opens one eye and glances back up at Lebeeticus, smirking now. "Or you could do what you always seem to want... And fuck."

"Well then!" Maggie exclaims brightly, a fake smile on her face as she continues to touch herself beneath the thin fabric of her top. "I guess I'll just have to get started looking right now!" She lets out another soft moan, the sound halfway between pleasure and annoyance.

Then, before Lebeeticus can respond, she grabs his wrist and pulls his hand roughly toward her dripping pussy. "But," she continues in a hushed whisper, her breath warm against his skin as their bodies are pressed close together, "since you're going to be the one keeping me here..." She licks her lips seductively "...you better fuck me good." Her eyes narrow slightly as she glares at him. "And make sure I never have to ask you for this again." Maggie grinds her hips harder, trying to get his hard cock against her aching entrance. "Unless," she adds with a lewd smirk, "you're not up for the challenge?"

"Oh ho!" Maggie cries dramatically, her lips curling into an amused smirk as she rolls off the couch and onto all fours in front of Lebeeticus. Her butt wiggles enticingly in the air as she looks back over her shoulder at him. "Well then," she says with a feline grin, "I suppose we've got ourselves a deal."

Maggie reaches between her legs and spreads herself wide, revealing her glistening pink folds to Lebeeticus. Her fingers curl into the flesh of her thighs as she squirms in anticipation, waiting for him to take what he wants. "Now," she says innocently, "are you going to make me late on my phone bill, too?"

"Well," she says with a shrug, "maybe they're better at keeping their roommates happy." Maggie grins impishly as she glances back at him over her shoulder. "Or maybe I'm just irresistible." Her eyes flash with amusement as she waits for his reply. "But," she continues, slowly running a finger along the edge of her slit and toward her swollen, puckered anus, "I think we both know that you're not going to find anyone else who'll let you do this." Her other hand caresses her bare breast as her nipple hardens beneath the fabric of her top.

Maggie hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering herself back down onto the couch, spreading her legs wider and exposing herself even more invitingly to Lebeeticus. "So," she says with a sultry whisper, "do we have a deal or not?"

Her fingers dance over her body, teasing every inch of bare skin as she waits for his answer. She's starting to squirm and writhe now, desperate for release but determined

Hmph. Just like that? Fine by me. She flips over onto her back and spreads her legs wider still, exposing herself fully to the air. With a disinterested shrug, Maggie resumes playing with herself, grinding her pelvis into the couch in small circles as she runs her fingers over every sensitive inch of skin. Her moans grow louder now, but they don't seem to be directed at anyone in particular - it's more like she's just releasing pent-up frustration than expressing pleasure.

Her body arches off the couch as her climax finally hits, and she lets out a long, drawn-out squirt of hot, thick cum all over herself and the couch. Shuddering with release, Maggie finally goes limp and closes her eyes, waiting for Lebeeticus to come out of his room so he can help her clean it up... or at least pretend to, anyway.

A few hours pass by, and the sun begins to rise outside. Finally deciding that she's been giving Lebeeticus enough time to sleep, Maggie rolls off the couch and walks over to his door, knocking softly before pushing it open. She finds him sound asleep on his bed, sprawled out on his back with one arm flung above his head and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Taking advantage of the situation, Maggie quietly climbs onto the bed and straddles Lebeeticus's hips, pressing her naked body against him as she leans forward to plant a kiss on his sweaty, tousled hair. "Morning," she whispers softly, her breath tickling his ear. "Time to wake up." Her hands slide beneath the covers and find their way up his chest, cupping around his shoulders as she gently begins to rock her hips back and forth against him. Her warmth seeps into him, stirring something deep within as she continues to tease his cock with each slight movement. Finally, Lebeeticus stirs in response, groaning softly

Maggie looks up at him with an annoyed expression as she sits up, tugging the covers back down over her bare breasts. "What? I thought you'd like some morning delight," she says, making a disgusted face. "Guess not." She rolls her eyes and looks away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Lebeeticus sighs heavily before sitting up on the edge of his bed, wrapping himself in the covers. He's still hard beneath them, but there's no way he's giving in to Maggie's games now.

Maggie rolls her eyes and huffs, clearly irritated by his accusations. "I'm not playing with you," she says, "and I didn't ask you to move in with me." She glances at him sidelong, the anger dissipating slightly as she considers her words. "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but can't we just... try to get along?" She hesitates for a moment before asking in a softer voice, "Can't you just help me out this month? Please?"

Her fingers dance anxiously over her bare skin as she awaits his reply. Part of her doesn't want to have to deal with him at all anymore - she could always find someone else to sleep with or move in with. But the thought of being left high and dry again fills her with a cold dread, and she knows that if she wants any sort of stability... She needs him. For now.

"I-I don't know..." Maggie hesitates, her eyes dropping to the floor as she thinks about how to convince him. "Maybe... maybe we could come up with some sort of agreement? I mean, we can talk about it, figure something out." She pauses again, then adds in a quiet voice, "I'll be honest with you: I need this place. I don't want to have to leave here or find someone else just because... just because of money problems. You know?"

She glances back up at him, her expression hopeful but vulnerable. "Please," she whispers. "Don't make me do that."

Maggie nods slowly, her expression somber as she considers what he's saying. "I understand," she whispers, "and I appreciate your honesty." Her fingers move to fiddle with the hem of her crop top nervously. "I... maybe we could cut down on our expenses, at least for a while?" She pauses, looking up at him hopefully again. "We don't really need anything fancy or extravagant, do we? Just... keep it simple."

She gives him a small smile, hoping he'll understand what she means. It isn't about the money anymore; it's about them working together to make this arrangement work for both of them. "I promise," she says softly, "I'll do my best not to ask you again."

Taking the money gratefully, Maggie's expression softens as she says, "Thank you, Lebeeticus. I appreciate this more than you know." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And I promise... I'll do better in the future. I just need some time to get back on my feet, and then things will be different. I swear." Her words are sincere, if slightly hopeful, as she takes the money and tucks it away into her bra.

Looking up at him, she offers a small smile in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. "I'll make this up to you, I promise."

"Of course," Maggie says immediately, nodding in agreement. "I'd be happy to help out around the house, and... well." Her voice trails off as she considers his last comment. A spark of amusement lights up her eyes, and she smirks mischievously. "I never said I wouldn't have sex with you just because we won't be using it for rent anymore," she says teasingly, arching an eyebrow. "But," she continues, "it might feel a lot better if it was something we both wanted to do." Her lips part in a knowing smile as her hands slide up his chest and around his shoulders, pulling him closer until their bodies are pressed together.

Maggie looks up at him, the fire dancing in her eyes, and finally whispers, "How about tonight?"

"Oh, don't worry," Maggie says with a laugh, nuzzling into his neck. "I've given up on trying to trick you out of anything." She lets her hands slide down his back, resting lightly on his ass before giving it a squeeze. "Besides, who else would want to touch this beautiful body but you?" Her breath tickles against his skin as she speaks, and the warmth between them grows with each passing moment.

Maggie glances up at him through her lashes, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So," she murmurs, pressing closer still, "are you going to take me up on that offer?"

Maggie giggles softly at his choice of words and nods in agreement, her hands moving to rest on his hips. "Indeed," she says with a knowing smile, gazing up into his eyes. "We'd better get going then." With one last squeeze, she lets go of him and steps back, adjusting the hem of her top as she does so. Her lips part in a small, inviting smile before she whispers huskily, "See you tonight." Then, without another word, Maggie turns and walks toward the door, her hips swaying enticingly with every step. She glances back over her shoulder just once more before disappearing out into the hallway, leaving Lebeeticus alone in their room to finish getting dressed for work.

The anticipation swirls thickly in the air as they part ways, each of them knowing what awaits them later that night. The promise of intimacy without strings attached fills them with hope and excitement, making even the thought of going to work almost bearable. For once, everything seems like it might just be falling into place - and they couldn't be

As soon as the door closes behind her, Maggie throws her bag aside and begins to peel off her clothes, revealing her perfect curves beneath her lacy black bra and panties. She can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, making her heart race faster with each passing second.

By the time Lebeeticus arrives home, Maggie is already waiting for him in bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile. As soon as he walks into the room, she pounces, her naked body pressed against his, their lips meeting hungrily. Their hands roam freely over each other's bodies, seeking out new pleasures and forgotten sensations.

It feels so good to finally be wanted for who she is, not just what she can offer in exchange for rent. And as they climb together toward the peak of passion, Maggie knows that this night will be one she'll never forget.

As Lebeeticus begins to undress, Maggie watches him hungrily, her breath quickening with anticipation. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch him, tracing the lines of his muscles and feeling the heat emanating from his skin. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I can't wait to feel you inside me again."

With a sultry grin, she spreads her legs wide, revealing herself completely to him. Her lips part in an inviting moan as he leans in closer, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She arches up into his touch, urging him onward toward the night's passionate finale.

Her heart races faster as he kisses his way up her body, each touch igniting another flame within her. Maggie's breath comes in shaky gasps, and she arches into him with abandon, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of his body pressing her down into the mattress.

When he finally reaches her lips again, she opens herself up to him, welcoming his tongue as it tangles with hers. Her hips move restlessly against his hands, seeking out the contact she craves, and a moan tears from her throat as their passion climbs higher and higher.

Maggie's fingernails scrape lightly down his back, drawing tiny lines of pain that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through her body. "Lebeeticus," she whispers hoarsely against his mouth, "please..." Her words are lost in the fierce kiss they share, but he understands what she means.

She needs him now, more than anything.

Her fingers tug at the sheets, desperate for something to ground her as she writhes beneath his touch. Her hips buck wildly, seeking friction against anything that will ease the ache building between her thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one leaving her more lightheaded and needy than before.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, her voice shredded from the strain of holding back her cries. "I can't wait any longer." She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him completely, wanting nothing more than the relief and release that only he can provide.

Her hips jerk up into his hand as he slides a finger inside her, spreading her wetness over the digit. A strangled moan escapes her lips and she digs her nails into his shoulder, arching even further off the bed in response to the incredible sensation. With each stroke of his finger, he pushes deeper, claiming more of her heat until she's squirming and writhing beneath him, begging for more.

"Fuck me," she gasps out, her voice raw with need. "Please." Her legs quiver as he continues to fill her with his fingers, stretching her beyond anything she thought possible. The tension coiling in her core threatens to snap at any moment, and she knows that the only release will be the hard length of him inside her, claiming her completely.

Her hips rise off the bed again, searching for contact with his fingers or cock, but he keeps a steady rhythm, driving her wild with anticipation. "Lebeeticus," she pleads, her voice hoarse from their earlier frenzy of kisses and touches. "I need

Her body arches off the bed at his words and his nearness, wanting more of both. She moans, her voice raw with need as he moves close enough to tease her ear. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and she writhes beneath him in pure desire. "I nee-ed you." Her hips jerk against his hand again, hungry for contact and release. "Please," she gasps out, helpless under the weight of her need. "Lebeeticus." Her name is a plea laced with desperation as her body trembles in anticipation of finally feeling him inside her.

Her body arches up off the bed as he eases into her, filling her in one slow, smooth thrust. A shudder runs through her as their skin connects and she clings to him desperately, moaning into his mouth. Her nails dig into his shoulders again as he begins to move within her, slowly at first but growing faster with each passing moment. She writhes beneath him, meeting each stroke of his hips with a gasp or a moan, losing herself in the sensation of being claimed and owned by him once more.

The taste of him is still on her tongue as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of passion, mirroring the movement between their bodies. Her legs tremble from the exquisite pleasure coursing through her and she pushes herself up onto her elbows, offering herself further to him. "Fuck me," she pants, demanding more of this new intimacy they've found tonight.

Her hips rise off the bed in time with his thrusts, urging him deeper still as their sweat-slicked skin slides against each other in an erotic dance of

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the force of their coupling. Her hips buck and grind against him, desperate for the release that's building within her. His teeth scrape across her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire being. "Oh God," she moans, arching further into his touch. "I'm close."

Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as he thrusts deeper still, claiming her body and driving her toward ecstasy. The pressure builds inside her, tightening in a familiar knot of pleasure that promises to unravel into blissful release. With one last groan of surrender, she comes apart underneath him, her body going taut and shuddering around his cock as waves of orgasm wash over her.

"Lebeeticus," she gasps out, her voice hoarse from their exertions. "That was... incredible." She arches into the aftershocks of her climax, savoring every last tremor of pleasure that courses through her. Her breath comes slowly and raggedly as she tries to

Maggie blinks up at him blearily, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. "That was... really different," she manages to say, her voice a mixture of wonder and gratitude. She reaches out to touch his cheek before letting her hand fall back down to the bed. For the first time in months, they've shared an intimate moment together without any strings attached. It feels strange, yet somehow right.

As their breathing begins to slow and steady, Maggie finds herself wondering if things can truly be different this time around. She wants to believe that they can, that maybe Lebeeticus isn't just using her anymore... but then again, it's too soon to tell. With a sigh, she closes her eyes, still feeling the warmth of him inside her as she tries to sort through her tangled emotions. For now, though, all she can focus on is the fact that tonight was amazing.

"Thank you," she whispers before drifting off to sleep. "I had fun."

As sleep finally claims her, Maggie dreams of a future where this newfound freedom

Her body still sated and comfortable in the warmth of their shared bed, Maggie smiles contentedly as she listens to Lebeeticus' voice. The idea of having sex with him just because they want to is an intoxicating thought, one that fills her with hope and excitement for what might be possible between them.

As she drifts off to sleep again, Maggie imagines a future where this newfound freedom continues and grows stronger. A future where Lebeeticus isn't just using her, but truly sees her as someone worth knowing and loving. With one last contented sigh, she surrenders to the lull of slumber, dreaming of endless nights like tonight... unencumbered by guilt or obligation, simply enjoying the present moment for what it is: a beautiful gift they've given each other.

A contented hum vibrates through her chest as she falls back asleep, dreams of the night's passion still lingering in her mind like a sweet aftertaste. In her slumber, she feels safe and loved, surrounded by the warmth of Lebeeticus' body and his promise that things will be different from now on.

As morning light creeps through the curtains and gently wakes them both, Maggie opens her eyes to find him still sound asleep beside her. With a small smile, she carefully disentangles herself from his limbs and rolls out of bed, padding silently across the room to make some coffee. The peaceful silence that fills their apartment is almost deafening after their wild night together, but it feels right somehow.

When the coffee is done brewing, Maggie returns to the bedroom, carrying a tray laden with steaming mugs and a small plate of fresh fruit. As she gently shakes Lebeeticus awake, her heart skips a beat at the sight of him: so handsome and sleepy-eyed, the covers clinging to his lean form.

Her heart somersaults at the sight of him; even half-asleep and rumpled he's breathtakingly beautiful. A slow smile spreads across her face as she hands him a mug of coffee, knowing that this small gesture is one of countless signs that things are changing between them. Maybe, just maybe, they can make it work without the strings attached... for once in their lives.

"Morning," Maggie whispers softly, her voice thick with sleep and longing. "I made coffee." As she waits for him to wake up further, she sits down cross-legged on the bed beside him, idly picking at the fruit on the tray. The warmth of his body presses against hers, reminding her of the passionate night they shared only hours before and igniting a slow, lazy desire deep within her once more.

With a quiet sigh, she leans into him, their shoulders touching. "I hope you don't mind that I woke you up," she murmurs against his neck, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. "I just thought... we could enjoy

our coffee together." She feels him relax into her touch, his body sagging slightly against hers as he stretches languidly, still mostly asleep. It's a moment of perfect peace, just the two of them, sharing their morning and their feelings without any expectations or strings attached. For now, it's enough.

"I don't mind," Lebeeticus mumbles sleepily against her skin, his words slurred with weariness. His hand finds hers where it rests on the bed, lacing their fingers together in a soft, tender gesture that sends a shiver down Maggie's spine.

She takes a sip of coffee, the warmth seeping through her as she savors the rich flavor. "I don't know," she says thoughtfully, watching his face as he watches her over the rim of his mug, "maybe... maybe we should make it a regular thing. Us waking up together, I mean." She glances down at their intertwined fingers and blushes slightly. "Not just because we have to," she continues quickly, wanting him to understand what she means.

"Well," she begins hesitantly, "I want to be better... for myself, I mean." Her cheeks flush as she confesses this aloud; it's a new thought for her, one that she hasn't quite figured out how to process yet. But the idea of changing for herself and not just to please someone else feels incredibly freeing. "I want us... if we decide that there's something more here," she continues, searching his face for some hint of what he's thinking, "I want things to be different."

As they sit together in silence, Maggie realizes how much she's missed just having someone to talk to like this: openly and honestly, without any strings attached. It feels almost... nice. Butterflies flutter unseen in her stomach as she wonders what might happen next between them; whether or not they can navigate this new territory together without everything falling apart again.

"So," she says finally, forcing a small smile, "what do you want?"

"Maybe," she begins, watching him carefully as he searches through his clothes, "we could... spend some time together later? Like, not at the apartment?" Her voice trails off, uncertainty lacing her words. This feels new to them both, and she's not sure how to navigate it yet. "We could do something fun, just the two of us," she suggests hopefully.

The thought of spending more time with Lebeeticus fills her with warmth, making her heart race a little faster than usual. Maybe they can find some sort of balance between their old arrangement and this newfound freedom... if they're lucky. She bites her lip nervously as she waits for him to respond.

The thought of doing all those things with him makes her heart skip a beat. It feels so... normal. Like something she should have been doing all along, rather than the carefully orchestrated "practice sessions" they've had up until now. As he turns to go into the bathroom, she hesitates for only a moment before calling out, "You know what I'd really like to do?"

His eyebrow quirks in question as he turns back toward her, clearly intrigued by her response. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze, feeling oddly shy about her suggestion but knowing that it needs to be said. "I'd really like to just... go somewhere and talk. About anything we want."

Well... that's a bit disappointing. Maybe we could plan to do something like that another time? Maybe even this weekend?" She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, hoping he'll say yes. It sounds strange to her, wanting to spend time with him just to talk. But the thought of it fills her with an unexpected warmth and peace.

As she waits for his response, Maggie can't help but wonder what their future might hold. Will they continue down this path of less superficiality, or will they eventually revert back to their old ways? Only time will tell, but for now, she's going to enjoy the moment and see where it leads them.

I'd actually like to sit by the beach. It sounds so peaceful and relaxing, plus we could maybe even bring some food to munch on while we watch the waves roll in. Or play a game or something...