As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

You're welcome... I think? Um... should we go inside? Or do you want to just sit here a bit?

Liz blushed again, and despite herself she couldn't help but smile shyly. She turned to lead the way inside, hoping that their time together would be... pleasant. As they sat down on the couch, Liz decided not to mention her sexual preferences just yet. Better to just see how things went for now...

"So, um... what do you like doing in your free time?" she asked nervously.

Oh god I sound so lame... why can't I be cool and confident like mom says I am? Maybe if I talk about my kinks they'll think that's weird too.... Fuck. Just say it, Liz. Be yourself. You have nothing to lose now, after all...

Okay... Well... I, um... I like using my sex toys. A lot. Sometimes I get really lonely and... yeah. Do you mind?

She hesitated for a moment before responding, wondering whether or not to admit that she had them out. "Um... yeah... actually I do." She glanced at him nervously. "You wanna see?"

Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction. Would he be into it? Maybe this was her chance to finally experience some of the things she'd only ever dreamed about...

Tentatively, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her trusty vibrator. Hesitantly, she held it out to him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Here..." she said softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine as he took it from her delicate fingers. It was such an intimate act, and yet there they were, sitting on the couch together, sharing something so personal. Her breath came faster as she waited to see what he would do with it...

She hesitated briefly, unsure how to answer his question. The possibility that he might want her to use it on herself was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Swallowing hard, she managed a shaky nod. "Y-yes... I... have one of my dildos in." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she admitted this, unsure how he'd react to her confession.

The anticipation was killing her as she waited for him to decide what to do next...

With trembling hands, she pulled out the dildo and held it out to him. It was the largest one she owned, nearly seven inches long and perfect for satisfying her needs when no one else was around. Her heart raced as he took it from her, inspecting it curiously before looking back up at her. "You want me to... use this on you?" He asked hesitantly.

The possibility of letting someone else touch her like that filled her with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Would he know what to do? Or would she have to show him herself? Her breath came faster as she waited for his response, unable to tear her eyes away from the expression on his face...

Her heart hammered in her chest as she nodded eagerly and scurried off to the bathroom with his newfound permission. She quickly undid her pants, revealing her bare ass, and then knelt on all fours in front of the full-length mirror. Carefully, she positioned one hand beneath her and another above, spreading herself wide as if offering herself up for him. Then, with shaking fingers, she slowly began to stroke the smooth length of the dildo against her bare folds, moaning softly into the pillow as pleasure coursed through her body.

She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, watching as her movements grew more and more desperate. Her breath came faster and shallower now, a thin line of sweat forming on her forehead. With each stroke of the dildo against her flesh, she felt herself growing closer to climaxing, but at the

She paused mid-strokes as she heard his words and slowly turned her head toward the door. He was standing there, the sight of him making her heart race even faster. "Y-you have a better one?" She managed to choke out, feeling embarrassed all over again that she didn't have something as good as what he had for her.

Her fingers stilled on the dildo, the anticipation making it impossible to focus on anything but him and his words. "S-show me," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Her heart raced as he undid his pants and revealed the giant cock nestled within. It was easily four times the size of what she had been using on herself, and much thicker too. She stared at it in disbelief for a moment before her gaze slowly traveled upwards to meet his own. "I-is that... really for me?" she managed to whisper, still unable to comprehend that this was actually happening.

Her entire body trembled with anticipation as he lay down on the bed behind her, positioning himself so that the massive head of his cock pressed against her wet opening. She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and terror course through her veins. "P-please," she said softly, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen next. "I've never... felt anything like this..."

"I... I'm not sure," she admitted shyly. "Grinding might be good?" She wasn't entirely sure what to do with something so large and powerful, but grinding seemed like a relatively safe option. It would still give her some of the sensation she craved without taking everything at once.

Her breath came faster as he adjusted his position behind her, moving in close enough that their bodies were pressed tightly together from shoulder to hip. The heat emanating from him sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her lip anxiously, waiting for the moment when he would finally begin to move inside of her. She could feel his erection twitching against her backside, teasing her with what was to come. "P-please..." she whispered again, a mixture of need and fear threading through every word.

Her fingers trembled as they moved upward, cupping her breasts

Her back arched off the bed as he pushed deeper into her ass, stretching her muscles to their limits. The pain was intense at first, but soon turned to a dull ache that she could easily ignore for the pleasure he was giving her. As his thrusts grew more powerful, she moaned louder and writhed beneath him, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips began to move in time with his, grinding against his hard length as if seeking out the release that only he could give her.

Her breath came faster now, each exhale a shuddering moan of pleasure that seemed to echo throughout the room. She bit down on her lip harder, forcing herself not to beg for more as she knew it would only encourage him. Instead, she focused on the sensations flooding her body: the rough hands gripping her hips, the hard cock thrust

Gasping for air between moans, Liz arches her back further as he thrusts deeper into her ass, stretching her muscles beyond their limits. The pain is incredible, almost unbearable, but the pleasure that comes with it is intense enough to make her mind spin. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting more of this wild and forbidden sensation. Her body feels like it's about to explode as he continues to thrust with unnatural speed, making her convulse around him.

With a hoarse cry, she comes violently, the orgasm tearing through every fiber of her being. Her muscles tense and relax in waves as she shudders beneath him, feeling like everything inside of her has been let loose. For just a moment, she forgets about the pain and focuses only on the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her vision goes white as she feels something hot and wet press against her lips. She gasps, understanding what's happening even before it registers that it hurts, too. Her body convulses around the intrusion, tears streaming down her face as she tries to breathe past the massive object filling her mouth. The pain is overwhelming, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment and release mingled with it.

As her consciousness fades back in, she becomes aware of her ass feeling empty and sore, and her pussy tingling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lies there, exhausted but strangely satisfied, as he slowly pulls out of both her ass and mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva and tears on the sheets beneath her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch her bearings.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels the bed shift beneath her. Looking up at him, she manages a weak nod. "Y-yeah... I'm okay." Her voice comes out hoarse and scratchy from what he's put her through. She swallows hard, not wanting to dwell on how much pain she's in right now. "T-that was..." She trails off, searching for the words to describe it. "Wow," she finally says with a shaky laugh. "That... that was something else."

Her fingers idly trace circles on her chest as she lies there, catching her breath and trying to get her racing heart under control. The pain is starting to subside now, but it's been replaced by a warmth spreading through her body. A warmth that's both uncomfortable and... strangely comforting at the same time. She looks up at him

You could... I mean, you're welcome to... stay over if you want? We could... watch TV or something. Maybe even play a game or two... It might help pass the time until your mom gets home. Or if there's anything else you'd rather do, we can do that instead...

Her heart raced as she considered his offer. On one hand, continuing what they'd just done might be too intense, even for her. But on the other... well, part of her couldn't help but want more. She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "I-if we go slow and take it easy... I think I could handle that." Her cheeks flushed at the idea of having him inside her again so soon after what they'd just done, but she knew there was no use denying herself any longer.

She shifts position on the bed, moving onto her back with her legs spread wide and inviting. "So... where should we start?" She asks him, trying to sound confident even though her voice betrays her nervousness.

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Liz nods agreement to his condition. She feels a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over her as he positions himself between her legs, the tip of his cock barely grazing against her slick folds. His eyes meet hers for a moment before dropping to watch their bodies connect, and she swallows hard, not trusting herself to speak just yet.

Slowly but surely, he begins to push deeper inside of her, the stretch making her gasp and arch off the bed in response. It feels so good having him back inside her like this; better even than before. As he continues his steady thrusts, she closes her eyes and bites down on her lip, focusing all of her energy on feeling every sensation coursing through her body.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as tension begins to build once again, and she can

Liz moans softly, her hips beginning to rise and fall in rhythm with his thrusts as he slowly inches deeper inside of her. She feels herself growing warmer and more sensitive with each passing moment, the pleasure spiraling out of control until she can no longer distinguish between pain and ecstasy. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles to contain the building pressure inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a shuddering moan of release that sends shockwaves through her body. With a throaty cry, she comes hard around him, her entire world exploding in a burst of pleasure so intense it leaves her dizzy and reeling for breath. Her muscles clench tightly around him as she writhes beneath him, savoring the last echoes of satisfaction before finally going limp once

Her breath comes fast and ragged as she tries to catch her breath. For several long moments, all she can do is lay there, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her body like waves on a lake. She's aware of him still inside her, but it doesn't register quite the same way; the urgency and excitement have drained away, leaving her content in this moment of post-orgasmic bliss.

As she begins to come down from her high, Liz turns her head to the side to look at him. His features are flushed and he's breathing hard too, a pleased smile playing around his lips. The realization hits her: they just had sex. They really did it. And despite all of the pain, humiliation, and uncertainty that led up to this moment... somehow it feels right.

Her cheeks flush as she glances back down at the bed between them. Despite having just experienced multiple orgasms and their shared act of intimacy, something about his words makes her feel guilty. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "We could... do that if you want." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Or... maybe I could try and use the dildo again, if that would help?"

"Okay," she says slowly, nodding as he speaks. She swallows hard and parts her legs wider to give him better access. As he positions himself between her legs again, this time faster and deeper than before, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure that quickly turns into a needy whimper. Her hips buck up off the bed in response, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they begin their primal dance together once more.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging into the mattress beneath her, while her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him filling her completely again. As he picks up speed, a shudder runs through her body and she arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

With each thrust, she can feel his erection rubbing against something deep inside of her, sending shock

Her back arches even further as he pushes deeper inside of her, his cock striking her sweet spot over and over again with brutal force. She digs her nails into his shoulders, demanding more, wanting to feel him filling her up completely. Her body trembles on the brink of ecstasy, every muscle tense as he continues to thrust relentlessly, driving them both toward release.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps and moans of pure pleasure that echo through the room like a primal song. As her climax builds, she feels herself growing impossibly wetter around him, her muscles contracting almost unbearably as they prepare for the explosion to come.

With a throaty cry, Liz comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering in release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into his skin and she pulls him closer,

Her world explodes as he hits something deep inside her, his cock filling her up completely and leaving her gasping for air. Her whole body convulses around him, clenching tightly in the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. She cries out his name, feeling like she can feel every nerve ending in her body come alive as he thrusts hard and fast, refusing to let her fall from this perfect peak.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on even as she feels herself start to lose control. He's so big and powerful, and the way he possesses her like this... It's more than she can handle, but she never wants it to end. The pleasure is too intense, too real to be anything less than true reality now. As her body begins to tremble with the force of yet another climax, she whispers his name over and over again, her

Her back arches further as he thrusts deeper into her, pushing the boundaries of what she thought was possible. She feels something strange and incredible happening inside her body, like his cock is turning inside out and filling every empty space with pleasure. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging in desperately as she tries to ground herself in this surreal moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of relief that quickly turns into a plea for more as he keeps going, relentless and powerful. She feels as if her entire being is wrapped around him, their bodies becoming one in the most intense union she's ever experienced. Her mind fills with flashes of heat and darkness, pleasure so sharp it's almost painful, and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what death feels like... But then he growls her name and thrusts deep once more, sending

Her body clenches around him as he growls her name, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urges him to continue. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her from the effort of holding herself up for him. She's not sure how much longer she can take this, but she doesn't want it to end just yet. The thought of feeling his release inside her sends a thrill racing through her body, making every nerve ending stand on end with anticipation.

As he groans and finally lets loose, filling her up with hot liquid pleasure, she cries out his name and arches off the bed, her whole body shuddering with ecstasy. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; so intense that it feels like a million tiny explosions going off inside her all at once. Her muscles clench tighter around him, drawing out every last drop of his release as he thrusts hard and deep one final time before collapsing on top of her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a shuddering moan of satisfaction that seems to echo through the room long after they've both come down from their high. As she feels him grow soft inside her, she sighs contentedly and wraps her arms around him, feeling more connected to this stranger than she ever thought possible.

Her chest rises and falls slowly as she lies beneath him, her breath still coming fast but no longer ragged with need. She runs a hand through his sweaty hair, relishing the feel of it between her fingers. Her body feels sore and fulfilled in ways she's never experienced before; each stroke, every thrust bringing her closer to some sort of ecstatic truth that she hadn't known was possible until now.

Gently, she pushes him onto his back and straddles him, leaning forward to rest her weight on shaking arms as she looks down at him. His expression is flushed, satisfied, and there's something in his eyes that makes her heart race just a little faster despite the lingering warmth between her legs. "Was it...," she begins hesitantly, not sure if she really wants to know.

He smiles up at her, his expression genuine and unapologetic. "It was," he breathes, reaching up to cup her face in his hands. "Incredible." She leans down, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that lingers for several long moments before pulling away again. "I don't know what came over me back there," he says quietly, looking away as if ashamed. "It just sort of... happened."

"Don't worry about it," she whispers, laying a hand on his chest. "We both had fun, right?"

She kisses him again, softer this time, before sitting up and sliding off the bed. "We should probably get cleaned up," she says with a laugh, glancing down at the mess they've made on the sheets. "I think I still have some toys or something... if you want to use those." She walks over to her nightstand and begins rummaging through the drawer, trying not to dwell too much on what just happened between them.

The silence grows uncomfortable as they both busy themselves with their own tasks; him searching for a clean towel or blanket, her trying to find something that might have been hidden in here since high school. But eventually she finds what she's looking for: an old vibrator and some bottles of lube.

With a tentative smile, she turns back toward the bed, holding out the items to him. "Here," she says softly, "you can use these if you want." He looks at her for a long moment before finally taking them from her hand with a nod.

As they clean themselves up and dress again in silence, Liz can't help but feel a strange mixture of relief and regret. Part of her is grateful for the experience they shared; it was intense and exhilarating in ways she never expected. But another part of her wonders what this all means now that it's over, how things will go back to normal between them after what just happened.

She nods slowly. "Sure, we could play a game. Or watch TV, if you'd rather do that..." She pauses, wondering what he actually wants to do now that they don't have sex to distract them anymore. But maybe just spending time together talking or doing something else would be nice for a change...

They settle onto the bed together, playing a video game that he brings over. She's surprised to find she actually enjoys it; the distraction is nice, and it gives them something else to focus on besides the intense emotions swirling around between them. As they play, Liz tries to ignore the occasional glance from him, the way his hand brushes against hers as he reaches for a controller. But she also can't help but feel grateful for this time together, even if it is awkward and uncomfortable at times.

When her mom finally arrives home, they both exchange glances before quickly changing the subject to something neutral. Liz waves goodbye as her mom heads into the house, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness wash over her. It's strange how something like this can bring people so close together only to tear them apart again in the end. She turns back toward him, unsure what comes next for either of them now.

Her heart is still racing from everything that happened earlier, and she's not quite sure how to process it all. Looking at him, she tries to summon the courage to say something about their experience... But before she can form the words, he speaks up first.

"It was really great," he says quietly, staring down at his hands in his lap. "I don't know what came over me earlier... I just couldn't help myself." She nods understandingly, even though a part of her wishes he hadn't said anything and let her decide how to bring it up herself.

She bites her lower lip, thinking about the text message. It's definitely him... and she can't deny that part of her is interested in seeing what might happen next. She turns back to face him, debating how much to reveal about her feelings before finally deciding on a simple question: "So, do you want to hang out sometime?"