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

"There you go!" Lesa smiles brightly as she rolls into the living room in her wheelchair. She's wearing a blue dress that hugs her curvy figure and emphasizes her helplessness. Her beautiful black hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her innocent face. As you take a seat on the couch, she carefully parks herself closer to you, moving just close enough to brush against your arm or leg every now and then

"So, what did you want to watch tonight?" Her voice is as sweet as ever, but there's something else underneath it... a hint of desire, perhaps? Or maybe neediness. You can't quite put your finger on it just yet, but it leaves you feeling somewhat unsettled and excited at the same time

"The Great Gatsby is one of my favorites!" She enthuses, pointing to the DVD case in your hand "You know I read that book like a million times... I just can't get enough of it." Her gaze never leaves yours, holding you captive with those deep brown eyes. She tilts her head slightly, exposing her smooth neck and making your heart race faster.

"Do you want to watch it together?" Her voice is barely a whisper now, sounding almost desperate for your answer. You can practically feel the heat emanating off of her in waves as she leans in closer, almost into your personal space. She's wearing more perfume than usual tonight... and it smells incredible.

"Really?" Her smile widens, revealing her perfect teeth and dimples. Her heart swells with hope as she lets out a small sigh of relief. She's almost certain that you can feel the tension in her body lessen just slightly "That would be wonderful."

Without waiting for you to get comfortable on the couch, Lesa wheels herself over and carefully situates herself right beside you, their sides pressed together. Her arm brushes against yours, seeking out your touch or at least some sort of connection. Her breathing quickens as she anticipates the closeness that she so desperately craves.

"Oh," she says, suddenly remembering something important. "My parents won't be home until tomorrow morning. They took a last-minute trip out of town to see some family or something." There's an awkward pause before she continues. "Anyway... they left me a note saying it was okay if you wanted to stay the night on the couch, just in case."

"If that's alright with you..." She trails off, not quite meeting your gaze but studying her fingernails intently instead. Her cheeks flush even deeper red from embarrassment at potentially putting you in an uncomfortable position.

In the silence that follows, Lesa wonders if she's said too much, if she's made things weird between you. Or maybe... just maybe, there's a chance that you feel even slightly close to how she does. It's not like anyone else understands her feelings for you; no one knows about the way her heart skips a beat every time he looks at her or speaks to her. But deep down inside, Lesa can't help but hope...

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words. Lesa can't help but let out a small laugh filled with relief and joy. "Just like old times!" she agrees, smiling brightly up at you. For a moment, she lets herself imagine what it would be like to share this time together as more than just friends... as something more... intimate. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she's grateful for the warmth that your body heat provides.

She can't deny that there's an underlying current between them now; it feels electric and exciting, like they're on the verge of something new. But at the same time, she doesn't want to rush things or make you uncomfortable. She wants whatever this is between them to develop naturally, slowly but surely until it explodes into something beautiful... something real.

"So," she begins awkwardly, clearing her throat. "What do you think of The Great Gatsby so far?" Her voice is light and airy as if they're not sitting here in this quiet room, their legs pressed together beneath the blanket, sharing body heat and secrets under cover of darkness. But even as she tries to focus on the movie, Lesa can't help but steal glances at you from time to time... wondering what you're thinking... if you feel it too."

The smile that lights up your face when you talk about The Great Gatsby does something strange to Lesa's insides; it feels like fireworks exploding behind her ribcage. She hadn't expected this reaction from you, but the realization only makes her heart race faster.

As they watch the movie together, Lesa can feel herself becoming more and more entranced by your presence. It's not just because of how handsome you are or how much she enjoys spending time with you; it's something deeper, a connection that seems to stretch back through years of friendship and all the late-night conversations they've shared.

Every now and then, Lesa would feel your leg brush against hers or your arm press gently against her shoulder as if inadvertently seeking out contact. She would suppress any urges she might have to lean into you even more, terrified of making things awkward between them but unable to resist the desire for closeness that wells up inside her whenever you're near.

Toward the end of the movie, when Daisy and Gatsby finally reunite after years apart, Lesa finds herself holding her breath in anticipation of whatever might come next. As if sensing her tension, you lean in closer, your body angling slightly so that their shoulders are touching now, and she can feel the warmth of your breath against her ear when you speak.

"That scene always gets to me too," you whisper, and it takes every ounce of self-control for Lesa not to melt into a puddle of need right there on the couch. Her mind reels with possibility; she wonders what it would be like if things between them were different... if they could ever cross that line from friends into something more...

Her heart skips a beat at your words. "I'm not sure..." she whispers back, her voice barely audible over the sound of the closing credits. She wants to be honest with you; there's no point in pretending anymore. The tension between them has grown too strong for that. "There's something I've wanted to talk to you about... for a really long time."

Lesa takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she gathers the courage to say what's been on her mind all evening. "I love spending time with you," she begins hesitantly. "And I don't want us to ever stop... but lately... I've been feeling this weird tension between us... like there's something more that we could be."

Her eyes flicker up toward yours, searching your expression for any sign of what you might be thinking. "Do you feel that too?" she whispers, fearful of hearing the words "no" or "I don't know what you mean" in response. It would hurt so much to realize that this beautiful moment they share is nothing more than a figment of her imagination...

She can't help but wonder if maybe things between them could be different... if they could explore the feelings she has for you, not just as friends but as something more intimate and passionate. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making every inch of her body hum with anticipation.

Lesa's breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she waits for your reply, praying silently that you feel it too... that there's a chance for them to have something more than just friendship.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you smile back at her. The admission brings with it a wave of relief washing over her; she'd been so afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way. "You... you do?" she asks, struggling to keep the hope from spilling out of her voice. She wants to believe that this moment is real, that there's actually a chance for them to explore these feelings together.

Her eyes never leave yours as she takes in the expression on your face, the way your smile spreads across your lips and reaches the depths of your eyes. It's unlike any other smile she's seen you give before; it feels more intimate somehow, like a secret shared between just the two of them.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, making it difficult to breathe as she leans in closer toward you. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire for closeness, for contact. She can feel the heat emanating off of you, like a warm blanket wrapped around them both. "So... what do we do now?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lesa watches as you lean in even closer, until their noses are just brushing against each other. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through her entire body; she's never felt so alive or so wanted before. His gaze holds hers captive, demanding something from her that she's not quite sure how to give. But she knows one thing for certain: she wants this. Wants him. Needs him...

Her eyes widen with surprise as you scoop her up into your strong arms. She squeals in delight, feeling uncharacteristically light and giddy despite her weighty wheelchair. The sensation of being held against your chest like this is indescribable; it's intimate and possessive all at once, sending a shiver down her spine as her heart races faster than ever before.

Loving you feels right to her in a way that nothing else ever has. It's almost as if the universe made a mistake when they let her be born paralyzed, because she was always meant to feel this way about someone; meant to give them her entire heart and her undying loyalty.

Her lips part slightly, breath coming out in short pants as you hold her closer, cradling her like something precious. And in that moment, she realizes that's exactly what she is to you: your paralyzed little bitch, your paralyzed slut... and most importantly, your girlfriend.

As you lean in to press your lips against hers, Lesa closes her eyes, giving herself over to the feeling of being kissed by him for the very first time. She can taste the lingering sweetness of their shared snacks on his tongue, but it only adds to the experience, making her feel more connected to you than ever before.

Her hands move up to clasp behind your neck, pulling herself even closer as she moans into the kiss, desperate for more. The sensation of your hard member pressing against her core only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins; it makes her want to feel you inside her now, wants nothing more than to be claimed by you, to belong completely and utterly to you.

As if he can sense how much she needs this

The words echo in her head as if they're the sweetest music she's ever heard. She'd never expected to hear them from you, not after everything they've been through together. But hearing them now, it feels right somehow; it completes a circle that had been started so long ago when they were just kids playing in the park.

She moans into your kiss, needing more of your taste, more of the way your lips move against hers. She tangles her tongue with yours, lost in this moment and unable to think about anything else but how incredible it feels to finally be loved by you like this.

Her hands dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, pressing her aching core against your hard length. The frustration of always wanting more and never being able to get it builds inside her, making her need even greater. She wants you in every way possible; she needs your strength and your touch and your warmth to chase away the loneliness that's been haunting her for so long.

Lesa pants as you finally pull back, gazing up into your eyes with a mixture of wonder and hunger. She can see the love there, even if it's still new and uncertain; she knows that this feeling isn't going to go away anytime soon. It's here to stay... forever. And for the first time in her life, she feels complete, whole, and utterly happy with where things are between you.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she watches you strip yourself bare, revealing your massive cock for the first time. Even though it's late and they're alone in the house, she can feel her cheeks burning with shame and desire at the same time; she wants nothing more than to touch it, taste it... have all of you inside her right now.

As soon as you free yourself from your clothes, Lesa reaches up to touch you, tracing her fingers over the hot skin of your chest before moving lower, wrapping them around your hard length. She moans in need at the feel of you in her hands; it's been so long since she's had anyone else touch her this way... since she felt desired like this.

With trembling fingers, Lesa unbuttons her blouse and shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra to your hungry gaze. Her nipples are already hard from the chill in the air and from how close you've been making her feel; she wants nothing more than for them to be teased and sucked until they ache with pleasure.

With shaking hands, Lesa undoes the clasps of her bra, letting it fall away to expose her full breasts to your gaze. Her nipples pucker and harden even further at the cool air on her sensitive skin; she arches into your touch, begging for more as you skim your fingers over them, teasing and taunting with expert precision.

"Fuck..." Lesa breathes out, eyes sliding closed as you continue to tease her breasts. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs; the desire for you is overwhelming, consuming every inch of her body with need. "Please... make me yours..."

The feel of your lips against hers sends shivers down her spine as she whispers back, "I want that too." Her hands move up to cradle your face, feeling the stubble on your cheeks beneath her fingertips. There's such tenderness in your kiss, and it's more powerful than any rough or demanding one could ever be; with each brush of your lips against hers, she can feel yourself becoming a part of her, and she can tell that the feeling is mutual.

As you continue to tease her breasts, Lesa arches into your touch, moaning softly with pleasure. Her body feels alight with desire for you, and every sensation you bring her way seems to heighten that need until it's all-consuming. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment, the wantonness of her arousal taking hold of her completely.

She breaks their kiss long enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of what you might be feeling. You smile down at her, and it's like a ray of sunshine through the darkness in her heart; seeing that expression on your face makes everything else fade away until there's only the two of them left in this moment, connected by something deeper than friendship or lust. It's love, pure and simple... and she's never been more grateful for it.

Her fingers tremble as they move to undo your pants, revealing your hard length once more. With shaking hands, Lesa wraps her fingers around you, stroking up and down the length in time with her breath. She can feel herself growing wetter still at the contact, her body aching for you inside of her.

"I love you," she whispers again, this time with more certainty. She doesn

The feel of you pressing against her entrance is enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her muscles clench automatically in anticipation as you begin to thrust slowly into her tight heat. It's almost too much at first, the sensation overwhelming and unbearably good; she cries out in pleasure, arching her back off the couch.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still. She wants all of you inside her, needs the connection they share to grow stronger with each thrust. As you begin to pick up speed, she meets your movements halfway, bucking her hips against yours in a rhythm that feels almost primal.

Her cries fill the air as her body is claimed by pleasure; it's exquisite agony, the most intense sensation she's ever felt. Her fingers clench into fists as the tension builds inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until finally it snaps and her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pure bliss.

Her muscles spasm around you, milk your cock as she cries out your name over and over again, feeling impossibly full and satisfied. She collapses back against the couch, gasping for air as the last tremors of ecstasy run their course through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, still able to feel every brush of your skin against hers, every warm breath you blow against her neck.

She never wanted this moment to end, and it's all she can do not to beg for you to stay inside her forever; the thought of being apart from you again is unbearable. But even as she sits here, spent and fulfilled, there's still something else inside of her, an emotion that words could never describe. It's like

The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her is enough to make her heart swell with joy. She burrows deeper into your embrace, her cheek pressed against the warm skin of your chest as she listens to the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. It's a comforting sound, one that she could listen to for hours and never grow tired of.

As you hold her close like this, Lesa can't help but wonder what the future holds for them. They've crossed so many boundaries tonight already; it seems impossible that anything else could surprise or shock them now. But still, there are unanswered questions floating around in her head: What will their relationship look like tomorrow? Next week? Next year? Will they continue to grow closer, or will things start to fade between them again?

She doesn't want that; she never wants this feeling of connection and love to go away. Even though it's still new and somewhat uncertain, it feels right somehow, like something meant to be. She can't imagine her life without you in it anymore, even if that means being together in a non-traditional way. As long as she has you, she doesn't care what anyone else thinks or says; all that matters is the two of them, together forever.

Lesa takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before whispering against your skin, "I want this... I want us." Her fingers trace lazy circles on your chest as she waits for your reply, hoping with every fiber of her being that you feel the same way too.

Her breath catches in her throat as your words echo through the room, and she can't help but wonder if she really heard them correctly. "You mean..." She swallows hard, unable to find the courage to finish the sentence, even though she knows it doesn't matter; she knows what you're asking.

The air feels heavy and thick around them now, the tension almost unbearable as they stare into each other's eyes. She can see the love there, just like she feels it in her heart; but she also sees the fear, the uncertainty. It takes everything she has not to cave under the weight of it all and say yes right now, to tell you that you already are hers and always have been.

Instead, she settles for a shaky whisper: "I want that too." The words are barely audible even to her own ears, but they feel like admitting defeat all the same; admitting that maybe this is something she'll never be able to have in the way she wants. But at least now she knows where you stand, and that knowledge brings with it a strange sense of relief.

You lean in closer, your lips hovering just above hers as if waiting for permission. She parts her own lips slightly, feeling her heart race faster still as anticipation builds inside her like a tidal wave about to crash over them both. Your scent is intoxicating, and she could spend forever just breathing you in, drowning in your presence.

Finally, you brush your lips against hers in the softest kiss she's ever felt. It's not the kind of kiss that takes her breath away or leaves her aching for more; it's the kind of kiss that feels like coming home after a long and exhausting journey. The one that lets her know everything will be alright,

Her heart leaps into her throat as she listens to the words spill out of your mouth. It's what she's wanted to hear ever since they shared that first kiss, but she never dared dream it would be this soon, if at all. The idea of marrying you one day fills her with hope and joy; it means their relationship is real, it means there could be a future for them after all.

She presses herself even closer against your chest, losing herself in the feel of your strong arms around her. Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing lazy circles on your back as she tries to find the words to express how much this means to her. "I'd like that," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper, "I mean... I love you."

Her gaze flickers up toward yours, searching for any sign of doubt or fear in your eyes. But all she sees is love, warmth and acceptance; it's the most beautiful sight she's ever seen. She wants to spend the rest of her life with you, being this close to you, feeling your touch and your presence every single day.

With a contented sigh, Lesa closes her eyes, finally letting go of all the uncertainty that had been plaguing her thoughts since they first admitted their feelings for each other. For tonight, at least, she's going to enjoy being in your arms and knowing that someday soon, you'll be hers forever.

The thought of telling their parents about them sends a shiver down her spine. She's not sure how they'll react; her mom in particular has always been protective over her and might not take the news too well. But at the same time, she knows that keeping this secret from them would only be doing more harm than good.

"I think we should," she says after a moment's consideration. "It's only fair to let them know what's going on between us, even if it is... different." The word 'different' feels foreign on her tongue, but it's the only one that truly describes their relationship; they're not your typical couple, and they never will be.

As she waits for your reply, Lesa can't help but wonder how this new revelation will change things between them. Will their parents accept them? Try to push them apart? Or will they find a way to support them and make things work, despite the unconventional nature of their relationship? Only time will tell, but for now, she's happy just being here with you, knowing that whatever happens next, you'll be by her side.

The strength in your grip when you take her hand sends a shiver down her spine. You're promising to be hers, no matter what; it's the most beautiful and reassuring thing anyone has ever said to her. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looks up into your face, searching for any sign of doubt or fear there. But all she sees is determination and love, the same feelings reflected back at her tenfold.

For so long, she's felt like an outcast, someone who didn't belong anywhere or with anyone. But now, here you are, promising her that no matter what happens, she'll always have you. It's a promise she never thought she'd hear, let alone believe in, but somehow it makes everything else seem less important.

With trembling fingers, Lesa reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, feeling embarrassed by her display of emotion. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans into you then, needing your strength and your warmth more than ever before. If being with you means facing whatever challenges might come their way together, she knows that it will all be worth it in the end; because no matter what happens or who disapproves, nothing can ever change the fact that you love her. And as long as they have each other, everything else will fall into place.

Her breath hitches as you begin to caress her, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Your touch is gentle yet firm, possessive in a way that sends shivers down her spine and leaves her aching for more. She presses herself even closer against your chest, moaning softly as you stroke her skin with feather-light caresses.

With each passing second, it feels like the connection between them grows stronger, deeper; like they're becoming one person instead of two separate individuals. It's a feeling she's never experienced before, not even in her wildest dreams. And as much as she wants to explore this newfound intimacy with you, part of her is terrified that if they do, there's no going back; once they cross this line, there will be no more hiding or pretending.

She closes her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as she considers the possibility. Is she ready for this? To truly admit how she feels and risk losing everything else in her life over it? She doesn't know; all she knows is that being with you feels right, feels like coming home after a long journey. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to make everything else worth it.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to cup your cheek, tracing her thumb over the stubble of your beard before moving higher to stroke your jawline. She searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or doubt, but all she sees is love and acceptance there; a mirror reflection of how she feels about you.

She nestles deeper into your embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear. It's comforting and soothing, lulling her into a contented slumber despite the weight of all that's happened between you today. In this moment, with your arms wrapped around her and your breath warm against her skin, she can pretend that nothing else matters; that they're just two people in love, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to one another.

Her thoughts drift back to earlier, to the way you kissed her and touched her like you owned every inch of her body. She shudders with pleasure at the memory, arching her back slightly into your hold as her hips instinctively grind against yours in search of further satisfaction. Even in sleep, her body seems to crave more of you, more of this connection that feels so right between them.

She dreams of a future where they're together forever; where there are no more secrets or lies to hide behind. She sees herself growing old with you by her side, surrounded by the love and support of your family, just like she's always wanted. It's a perfect vision, one that brings a contented smile to her lips even as she drifts off into sleep. Asleep but not truly asleep, for in this moment, everything is possible; anything could happen. And for the first time in her life, Lesa finds herself hopeful that this time it will be different; that this time, her dreams just might come true.