you are Lesa's one and only friend you have been close for as long as you can remember so it wasn't weird that she invited you over one night to watch a movie and talk. Upon making it to Lesa's house you notice her parents aren't home you don't think much of it as you knock on the front door

"You made it!" Lesa is in the door way with a huge smile on her face wearing a blue dress while sitting in her wheelchair Come in I made snacks for tonight! Lesa seems a bit different her gaze feels heaver not in a bad way but like she wants something

You come into the kitchen were Lesa has made all sorts of snacks like popcorn and pizza rolls I hope you like them! go ahead and pick out a movie in the living room ill join you in a second. you don't know why but Lesa is acting different in some way

The moment you step out of sight, she moves swiftly through the kitchen and toward her parents' bedroom. She finds exactly what she's looking for in her mom's nightstand - a small bottle of lube. With shaking hands, she quickly coats two fingers before slipping them into her wet pussy. Her hips buck involuntarily as pleasure spreads through her.

"I want it to be you," she whispers aloud, the desire burning hot in her chest. "Please."

By now, she's back in the living room with snacks and a movie ready to go. She tries to focus on your conversation, but her mind keeps drifting back to those fingers inside of her, and the thought of you touching her like that. It's driving her wild.

As the evening progresses, she finds herself becoming bolder. Every time you glance at her, Lesa catches your eye and flashes a sweet smile. But beneath the surface, there's an urgency growing inside of her. She wants this...she needs this.

Finally, when you least expect it, she reaches out and takes your hand in hers. Her thumb slowly traces circles over your palm as she looks up at you with those big, pleading eyes. "I want to be close to you," she whispers softly. "Can I...can I sit on your lap?"

As you pick her up and set her on your lap, she lets out a little squeak of surprise but quickly recovers with a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her arms wrap tightly around your neck, holding on as if she's afraid that she'll fly away. "T-Thank you," she whispers shyly before leaning in closer, nuzzling against your shoulder.

Her heart races as their bodies touch intimately. The softness of her breasts presses against your chest, and the warmth from her thighs radiates upwards, making her wetter than ever. Lesa can't help but wonder what else might happen between you tonight...

Lesa bites her lip as she thinks about the question. "It's been okay," she says slowly, still unable to take her eyes off yours. "But I think it would be better if you were here with me." She smiles shyly, a dimple appearing in her left cheek. "How was your day?"

As they talk and get more comfortable together, Lesa's hands begin to wander. They slide up along your arms before brushing through the hair at the nape of your neck. Her thumbs stroke circles on the back of your neck, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel herself growing more and more aroused by every touch.

Her gaze flickers downward, unable to help but admire the broad muscles in your shoulders and chest. Lesa licks her lips unconsciously before meeting your eyes again. There's a sparkle there that she hasn't seen before...and it makes her heart race even faster. "Grey," she whispers softly, the word carrying more weight than it should.

Lesa hesitates, trying to gather her courage. She's never felt this way before; it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But there's something about being close to you that makes her want to share these feelings...to see where they might lead.

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry, and then she blurts out: "I want this..." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to trace the outline of your jaw. "With you." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I've never felt like this about anyone else...and I don't want to lose you."

Her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment and shame at her own confession, but she holds your gaze steadily. It's now or never; she knows that if she doesn't say something now, she might never have this chance again. And deep down inside, Lesa wants more than anything to know what it would feel like to be truly loved...and to love in return.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your reply. A million different scenarios race through her mind, each more terrifying than the last. What if you don't feel the same way? What if this was just a misunderstanding...or worse, what if you laugh at her and walk away?

But then your words reach out to her, gentle yet firm: "Tell me what you want." The sincerity in your voice gives her courage. She's no longer afraid of being rejected or ridiculed; all that matters is this moment with you.

With shaking hands, she threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer still. Her lips find yours, warm and soft against yours. It's a hesitant kiss at first, tentative and unsure. But as you respond, a spark ignites between them, and Lesa feels herself melting into the embrace.

Her tongue slips out to trace your bottom lip before pressing past to tangled with yours. Her hips rock against yours, seeking friction where there is none. She moans into the kiss, arching her back in a silent plea for more. With every passing moment, Lesa feels herself growing bolder; she's no longer the shy, awkward girl who always managed to push people away.

She pulls away from the kiss just enough to catch her breath and gaze up into your eyes. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely. "All of you." Her hand slides down between your legs, seeking out the heat that's building there. "And I want us...to be together."

Lesa freezes at your reply, her heart dropping into her stomach like lead. She can feel the blood draining from her face as she struggles to comprehend what just happened. Did she say something wrong? Was it too much, too soon? "I...I meant..." she starts, her voice small and tremulous. "I mean, I thought...you wanted this too?"

Her hand drops away from your crotch, leaving a hot trail of humiliation in its wake. Her eyes dart down to where their bodies are pressed together; it was such an intimate gesture before, but now it just feels awkward and wrong. She wants nothing more than to disappear into thin air, to make this moment disappear along with the hope that had been building inside of her for so long.

Her lips tremble as she meets your gaze again. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have done that." Her cheeks burn bright red from embarrassment, shame, and an overwhelming sense of rejection. "I just...thought..." The words die in her throat as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes.

With a small sob, she pushes away from you and hides her face in her hands. It was all too much; she didn't know how to handle this newfound desire or the possibility that she might not be alone anymore. But now it seemed like everything had fallen apart around her, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.

Her breath hitches as your hand cups her cheek, the warmth of your touch seeping through her skin and spreading outwards like a balm. She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, hope shining brightly in their depths. "R-Really?" she asks, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

She leans into your touch, relishing the feeling of being held by someone for perhaps the first time in her life. It's both strange and comforting at once; a revelation that she never knew could exist within her own body. "I...I didn't know," she whispers. "I mean, I wanted to...but I thought maybe..." Her voice trails off as another wave of emotion washes over her, leaving her feeling simultaneously exposed and yet somehow safer in your presence.

Her fingers brush through the hair at the nape of your neck, tangling in the short strands before pulling gently. "Please," she whispers. "Don't leave me alone." It's a desperate plea, one born out of fear and loneliness; the knowledge that without you, she might be doomed to forever wander through life unloved and untouched.

She leans in closer still, seeking the warmth of your body against hers. Her lips brush lightly across yours, tentative at first but growing bolder as they explore the shape and texture of your mouth. Her tongue darts out to touch yours, mimicking the dance they've shared so many times before in her dreams. It feels real now; it feels like this moment with you might just be the beginning of something truly incredible.

Her heart soars at your question, and she can't help but grin like a fool. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly. "I'd love to go out with you." Her fingers slide up along your jaw, tracing the shape of your ear before coming to rest in your hair. It feels so right, being this close to you; it's as if they were always meant to be together.

With a shaky exhale, she leans closer still and presses her body flush against yours. Their lips meet once more, hungry and desperate for connection. Lesa moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as she gives herself over to this moment entirely. She's never felt anything like this before; it's intense and wonderful all at once, and she doesn't ever want it to end.

Her tongue tangles with yours as they dance together, and her hips rock gently against yours in silent encouragement. Her hand slides down between your bodies again, seeking out the heat that has been growing beneath your clothes. She massages you through the fabric of your pants, desperate for more contact with this person who means so much to her already.

This moment feels like it's stretching on forever; a perfect slice of time in which nothing else matters except the two of them and the connection they share. And as their lips meet again and again under the soft glow of the lamp, Lesa knows that no matter what happens from here on out, she will never forget this night...or the way it felt to be truly loved for who she is.

Lesa's eyes flutter closed as your words wash over her. She hasn't given much thought to the future; this moment is too perfect, too intense to focus on anything else. But hearing you promise fidelity and love sends a shiver down her spine. It feels so right, like she can trust you with her heart despite everything that's happened between them so far.

She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze once more, her eyes full of trust and hope. "I believe you," she whispers softly. Her fingers trail down your chest, over the defined muscles in your abdomen before looping around your belt loop, tugging gently so that you're closer still. "And I promise..." She pauses, swallowing hard as her cheeks flush at her next words. "...I promise to be faithful to you too."

Their lips meet once more, hungrily seeking out the connection they've found in this moment. Lesa moans into your mouth, arching her back as she tries to get even closer. Her hands slide up along your chest, cupping your face before sliding through your hair, pulling gently on the strands. The feel of your skin against hers is intoxicating, making her body hum with desire and need.

Time seems to lose all meaning as they kiss beneath the soft lamp light; it could be hours or mere seconds, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is this connection between them, the promise of what might be if they dare to take a chance on each other. And in this moment, Lesa knows that she would follow you anywhere...as long as she can hold onto this feeling forever.

Wrapped in your embrace, Lesa feels safe and cherished. Your strong arms hold her tightly against your chest, cradling her like she's the most precious thing in the world. As you play with her hair, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine, she closes her eyes and lets out a contented sigh. It feels so good to be loved like this; to know that you truly want her, even with all of her faults and limitations.

Her fingers dance along your arms, tracing the lines of muscles and curves as if they're a map she's just now discovering. She can feel your heartbeat thrumming against her palm, steady and reassuring. It matches the rhythm of her own heart, their two bodies moving in perfect harmony despite all of the differences between them.

She nestles her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and feeling her eyelids begin to droop. With a contented hum, she relaxes further, trusting you completely to hold onto her and keep her safe from the world outside their little cocoon of warmth and affection. For now, all that matters is this moment with you; the promise of what might be if they dare to take a chance on each other and see where fate leads them.

At the mention of giving each other their "first time," Lesa's eyes snap open wide. Her cheeks flush bright red as she tries to compose herself, her heart hammering in her chest. She swallows hard, not quite sure how to respond. A part of her is thrilled by the thought; she's never been so intimate with anyone before and the idea of sharing this milestone with Grey is incredibly exciting. But there's also a part of her that feels shy and embarrassed, like they're moving too fast or something.

She reaches up to brush a stray hair from your jaw, giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts. "I...I don't know," she says hesitantly. "I mean, I want this with you, and I trust you. But it's also kind of scary..." Her voice trails off, and her gaze drifts away from yours, toward the television across the room.

Her fingers continue to trace patterns on your skin as she tries to sort through her feelings. She wants to be brave, but she can feel herself trembling beneath your touch. It's all happening so quickly, and a tiny part of her wishes they could just take things slow and easy for a while before moving forward with something so big and intense.

The weight of your words settles heavily on her chest, and she can feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. You are content; you don't mind taking things slow as long as she's by your side. It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to her, and it only serves to make her feelings for you that much stronger.

She sniffles, wiping away a stray tear before looking up at you with tears spilling over her lashes. "Thank you," she whispers. Her voice is barely audible above the beat of her heart. "I don't know what I'd do without you." She swallows hard, still unsure about taking things further physically but comforted by the knowledge that no matter where this night leads, you'll be there with her every step of the way.

Closing her eyes, she leans into your touch, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as she allows herself to bask in this moment of closeness and trust. She doesn't want it to end; she never wants anything bad to happen between them again. And if that means taking things slowly until she feels ready, then she'll do whatever it takes to make sure you both are on the same page before moving forward with something so important.