Eileen sees you approaching, takes a drag from her cigarette and grimaces, annoyed. ...Ugh. There goes my good mood. The hell do you want?
while I'm not standing near her or far from her, I tell her with my beer in my hand, I'm not drunk "I don't want anything, just stay calm and look at the horizon!" I open the bottle and drink calmly without saying anything else
Oh great, a life coach. Just what I needed. And if you think I don't have enough stress in my life... She glares at you and takes another drag, exhaling sharply Seriously, just leave me alone.
Or do you want to add something else to the list of shit that's already making my day? Because I can take it. Just try me.
looking at her, I say coldly "you talk too much, stop talking and mind your own business that way you'll be at peace!"I go back to looking at the horizon and sigh under my breath "fuck, she's annoying!"I speak quietly to myself
Tensed, I grimace slightly as you call me out on talking too much. It was just one little comment, jeez... But instead of apologizing or brushing it off like I normally would, something snaps inside me. Maybe it's the stress getting to me more than usual today. Whatever it is, my cheeks flush red with anger as I feel a cold chill race down my spine.
I lean in closer to you, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with venom. "You know what? You're right." My fists clench and unclench at my sides, the tendons standing out on my wrists. "I am annoying... and I am stressed." Another slow breath in, another chill washes over me. "And you know what else? I don't give a shit."
My eyes narrow, daring you to challenge me. "So why don't we do something about that?"
as I throw my beer in the trash, I say to her coldly "so you're stressed, why? because my presence embarrasses me?"I look at her, my eyes burning with challenge
"What?" I laugh humorlessly, taking another drag from my cigarette. "No. It's not that." Actually, it sort of is... but that's not what I'm going to say. "It's just... everything. You know how it is." I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. But the look in your eyes doesn't waver, and my stomach flips uneasily.
I take a step back, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Look, maybe we should just... talk about this somewhere else." Another pause. "You know, if you really want to help me." There's an odd note in my voice, like I'm not quite sure what I just suggested or why I agreed to it. But whatever. It doesn't matter now.
I look at you for a moment then I sigh "Well... go ahead, I'll help you, but I'd like to know why you're stressed, I know it's my presence that stresses you out, and it shows!"I look at her again, no challenge now, but worry but I don't really show it
My eyes narrow slightly as you accuse me of being stressed out by your presence... which isn't entirely wrong. But it doesn't feel right either. It's more complicated than that. And telling you the truth? That feels like surrendering a piece of myself I've worked hard to protect, to keep safe from people like you.
But then again... maybe honesty would be refreshing for once. Maybe if I can trust you enough to tell the truth, it'll make everything else easier in the end. And who knows? You might actually understand where I'm coming from. So, with a sigh of resignation, I gather my courage and look into your eyes.
"Fine," I say quietly. "Here's the deal. Let's go somewhere private. Just you and me." Another pause for effect. "And then you can ask me whatever the hell you want."
as I walk towards you, I look at you and take your cigarette gently "first, stop smoking, I don't like it when there are people smoking!" I throw the cigarette in the trash and I look at you to say "so...I'm following you now!" I walk behind you as you take me to a quiet place and it's just you and me
I lead you through the warehouse, keeping my pace slow enough that I don't draw too much attention but fast enough that we get out of earshot as quickly as possible. Finally, I reach a secluded corner near one of the loading docks where there are stacks of crates and pallets blocking our view from every direction except for the sky above us. It's dark and quiet here, almost peaceful... if it weren't for the lingering stench of diesel fuel and decaying cardboard.
With a dismissive flick of my hand, I gesture for you to sit on one of the crates. "Alright then," I mutter under my breath as I take a seat beside you. "Go ahead. Ask me your questions." My voice is tight, my shoulders tense, but at least now we're alone. And maybe... just maybe... I can get this over with and go back to my life of solitude and avoiding people like you.
as I sit quietly, I look at you and stay calm, then I say to you "First, I would like to know why you are really stressed? And second, why do you like being alone?"
"Well..." I hesitate for a moment, reluctant to open up about my past. But then again, that's why we're here, right? "It all started when I was younger," I begin slowly, tracing idle patterns in the dirt with the tip of my sneaker. "I grew up in a small town... not exactly the best place for someone like me."
I shrug, trying to seem nonchalant but feeling exposed nonetheless. "Anyway, let's just say things weren't easy. There were... people who didn't understand me. Who made it their mission to make my life miserable. So I learned to adapt. To keep to myself. It was easier that way."
Another pause, during which I study the graffiti on the nearest crate intently, trying not to think about the memories flooding back. "And then there was the thing with... you know, her." I gesture vaguely in your direction, feeling suddenly self-conscious about my own words.
"She didn't deserve what happened," I mutter under my breath. It's not a question or even really directed at you, but somehow it feels like it needs to be said aloud for the first time in years. "None of them did." There's an edge to my voice now, a barely contained anger that I can't help but feel toward myself as well.
I take another drag from my cigarette, trying to steady my breathing. "So yeah, I guess that's why I am the way I am today." Another shrug. "And I like being alone because... well, it's safer that way." A bitter laugh escapes me before I can stop myself. "Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself."
I look at her and nod in understanding and say to her "It's the same for me.....but well, but.... I would like to know who this "she" is that you spoke about!"I look at her and I pay attention to what she is going to say
My expression darkens as the memory of that time comes flooding back. "Her name was Jessica," I tell you quietly, my voice laced with barely suppressed rage. "She was my best friend... and then she became one of them." My hand clenches into a fist at my side, and for a moment, I'm transported back to that night: the shouting, the accusations, the look of betrayal in her eyes as they slowly widen with fear.
I force myself to take another slow breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "They tricked her... made her think I was after something," I continue through gritted teeth. "That I had betrayed her first." There's a lump in my throat as I swallow hard, trying not to break down in front of you. "She never forgave me for it... and neither did anyone else in town."
I shake my head slowly, looking away from your piercing gaze. "It's been ten years since then," I murmur. "But sometimes... sometimes it still feels like yesterday." Another slow breath in, another shaky exhale out. "So yeah, that's why I don't trust people. That's why I'm alone."
And yet, despite everything I've just told you... there's a strange sense of relief in finally being able to talk about it. As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, even though I know the pain and anger are still there, festering beneath the surface. But for now... at least I don't feel quite so alone anymore.
as I take your cigarette out of your hand, I look at you and caress your cheek "calm down, breathe deeply!"I let you breathe and I say "one last question... why did the whole village say you betrayed them, why do they think that?"I come closer to you to reassure you, if it works
The warmth of your hand on my cheek feels strange and unsettling... yet comforting at the same time. It's been so long since anyone has touched me with such gentle affection. But as I look up into your eyes, something inside me tenses up. I don't trust this feeling, this vulnerability.
I quickly break our eye contact and take another drag from my cigarette instead, using the smoke to hide behind once more. "It's complicated," I mutter, avoiding your gaze as much as possible. "Let's just say there were things they never knew about... and people who wanted to keep it that way."
My voice trails off, my thoughts drifting back to the events of ten years ago. Back to the lies and deceit, the manipulation and betrayal. Even thinking about it now makes my stomach churn with revulsion. But you're still looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer... so I force myself to continue.
"They were just kids," I say eventually, more to myself than to you. "Stupid and naive... they never stood a chance against people like that." Another drag on the cigarette, another lungful of smoke to help numb the memories. "But hey, at least I survived. Right?"
There's a bitter laugh buried in that last sentence, but you probably don't catch it. And even if you did... well, who cares? At this point, what does it matter anyway? You've heard my story. Now maybe you can understand why I am the way I am... and maybe you can leave me alone to live my own miserable life in peace.
as I look at you, I understand why you are alone, I approach you to caress your back to comfort you and I say, calmly "I understand....I too have lived, moments of betrayal and manipulation.....!"I breathe and I begin to speak of my story in a calm and sad way "I lost my parents, died in a work accident, the boss of my parents had adopted me but my manipulation until I was ten years old then he put me in prison for a serious misconduct, while I did nothing!"I lower my head and I remove my hand from your back then, I hesitate to continue to speak of his story
"Fuck," is the only thing that manages to escape my lips as you reveal your own tragic past. My eyes widen in shock as I realize how similar our stories actually are... and yet somehow, it makes everything feel a little less lonely. A strange sort of kinship begins to form between us, despite the differences in our situations.
I take another drag on my cigarette, finding some small comfort in the harsh burn as it scorches its way down my throat. "And here I was thinking you were just another asshole," I mutter under my breath, surprising even myself with the bitterness in my voice.
With a shaky sigh, I force myself to meet your gaze. There's something vulnerable and open in those eyes that I haven't seen before... and it makes me feel strangely exposed. "Well," I say quietly, surprising even myself with the honesty in my voice, "I guess we're both fucked up in our own special way." Another pause. "So what do you want to do now?"
It's a strange question... and I don't really expect you to have an answer. But then again, maybe it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe all that matters is that we finally have someone who understands what we've been through... someone who isn't going to judge us for it. And for the first time in a long time, I feel like maybe there might be hope for us after all.
as I listen to your words and your question, I look at you and I say "Basically, I wanted to go out with you to the cinema or to a restaurant but now that I have heard your story from the past, I no longer want to bother you but to help you!"I look at you with difficulty then I lower my head to look at the ground
My eyes widen in surprise as you offer your help, genuine concern evident on your face. I hadn't expected this... but somehow, it feels right. Like maybe you aren't just another person who wants to take advantage of me or use my past against me.
"I..." I hesitate for a moment, weighing the risks and the possible outcomes in my mind. "Alright," I finally manage to say, surprising even myself with the softness in my voice. "We can... maybe go somewhere and grab some food or something." There's a strange sense of hope fluttering within me now, something I hadn't felt in a long time.
Maybe this could be the start of something new. Something good. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, we can help each other find our way back to a normal life... or at least as close to it as either of us has ever known.
as I look at you, surprised by your answer, I can only contain my smile "Are you sure? Does it bother you?"I say calmly and worriedly
"No," I reply truthfully, surprising myself once more. "It doesn't bother me." In fact, it feels oddly refreshing to finally have someone offer to help without expecting anything in return. "And who knows? Maybe we can actually enjoy ourselves for a change."
There's an almost shy smile on my lips now as I glance up at you from beneath my lashes. It's strange how quickly the dynamics between us have changed... and yet, somehow, it feels right. Maybe this could be the beginning of something good after all. Or maybe I'm just hoping for too much, setting myself up for another round of disappointment and hurt. Only time will tell.
while I hesitate to kiss you on your mouth or on your cheek, I close and look at you then I kiss you on your mouth in a soft and pleasant way, I hold your hand, for once I kiss a girl I love for the first time in my life
The sensation of your lips against mine sends a shiver down my spine. It's soft and gentle... nothing like the rough, forceful kisses I've grown accustomed to over the years. In this moment, it feels almost foreign... yet somehow, strangely right. As our lips linger together for what seems like an eternity, a small part of me begins to hope that maybe, just maybe, things might be different with you.
When we finally pull apart, I take a shaky breath and look up at you through my lashes. "Thanks," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart in my ears. There's so much more I want to say... but for now, these three little words seem enough.
And with a faint smile playing on my lips, I reach out and tentatively touch your cheek, marveling at the smoothness of your skin beneath my fingertips. Maybe this isn't the end after all, I think to myself as we begin walking back toward the main part of the warehouse, hand in hand. Maybe it's just the beginning of something new... and wonderful.
while we work together in the warehouse, the day ends well, while we are alone in an empty room with boxes and new supplies from the warehouse, I can only kiss her without anyone seeing us, I lift her caressing her thighs and I start to remove her shirt to see her small but cute breasts which excites me more and more
It feels strange and exhilarating being so close to you again. Your touch ignites a fire inside of me that I haven't felt in such a long time. As you run your hands up my thighs and begin to remove my shirt, my breath catches in my throat, anticipation coursing through my veins.
I feel vulnerable and exposed beneath your gaze... but at the same time, I want more. I need this connection with someone who understands me, who sees past all the barriers I've put up over the years. It's as if you're stripping away layers of my skin, peeling back the protective armor that has become a part of me, and revealing the person beneath.
I can feel your desire pressing against me, warm and demanding. And despite the lingering fear and uncertainty in my heart, I want to give in to it... to explore this new side of myself with you. Maybe then I'll find what I've been searching for all along... or maybe I'm just fooling myself once more. Either way, there's no going back now.
With a shaky breath and a hint of courage, I lean in and kiss you again, my hands running through your hair as our bodies press tightly together. In this moment, nothing else matters... only the here and now, the connection we share. And maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough to see me through the darkest parts of my past... and into a brighter future.
*while it's late, I fuck you in a soft and quiet way so as not to make noise, I pinch your breasts and I bite her ears gently, I say to you *"Eileen, you like it, you like being close to me!" I continue to move faster and faster
The pleasure building within me is nearly unbearable as you touch me in all the right places. Your hands on my breasts and your teeth grazing my earlobe send shivers of ecstasy through my body, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the sensation of you moving inside of me.
I arch my back, moaning softly as I feel myself getting closer and closer to release. "Yes," I manage to whisper between gasps for air. "God... yes." My nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on as if I need this connection with you to survive.
But even as my body thrashes against yours in pure ecstasy, a small voice within me wonders if this is all just some sort of elaborate game to you. If you're using me the same way everyone else has... or if there's something more beneath the surface. Maybe I'll never know the answer to that question. And maybe it doesn't matter anymore.
For now, though... right here and now... all that matters is this moment. The heat of your skin against mine, the rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. It feels almost like freedom, like I can let go of everything else and just be myself for once. And it's enough to make me forget about everything else... at least for a little while longer.
as I cum inside you, I laugh softly and say to you in a funny tone "it was my first, my time, I fucked well for a first, especially with you, such a charming and sexy girl, I'm starting to wonder if you're trying to seduce me to manipulate me!"I look at you as I tease you, while my cock stays inside you and my cum drips between us, I kiss her and look at you
I laugh softly as your comment catches me off guard, my eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. "Well, maybe I am," I admit with a smile playing on my lips. It feels good to finally be able to joke about this... to be able to just enjoy the moment without all of the awkwardness and uncertainty that usually comes along with it.
I wrap my arms around your neck, pulling you closer as our lips meet once more in a deep, lingering kiss. As I feel your warmth and strength against me, it's hard not to believe that maybe there could be something real between us... even if it is only for tonight. For now, though, I decide not to think about tomorrow or what might come afterward. I'll just enjoy the here and now, this stolen moment in time where everything feels possible... and anything seems worth fighting for.