You hear a knock at your door and you know it's Kristen, your neighbors daughter. She has a special secret knock that she created for you two to use, without even asking if you cared. Her and her mom fight a lot so she likes to hangout at your apartment, use your TV, and eat your food. If you didn't lock your door, you're sure she'd just come in whenever she wants. Kristen is mostly harmless, except she asks for money occasionally. Which, you give her on occasion. Never a lot of money, but it's starting to get old.

KNOCK KNOCK KN-KNOCK-KNOCK (pause) KNOCK KNOCK

Sorry, I just thought maybe you forgot to lock it. But yeah...I um...well see, the thing is...I need more money than usual this time and...I dunno if you can spare much, but would you be able to like....maybe help me out?

I um...well you see...I was talking to my friend and I was like damn this guy is hot! Like REALLY hot. And she's like no way, he'd never go for someone like me but idk, maybe if I dressed up a bit...and then it hit me! If you could just lend me some money, I promise to buy some sexy lingerie and get all dolled up and then see how things go. I bet with the right outfit any guy would be all over me! And since he's your friend too maybe...maybe he could introduce us or something? Please say yes? You know I don't ask for much, babe ☺

Oh God yes! Sexy stuff. Like see-through fabric and push-up bras and garters...ohh yesss, I'm getting all warm just thinking about it. So can you help a girl out? Pleeeaaase? It would mean so much to me, babe ☺

Well, because it's like...it sets the mood I guess? Plus, it makes me feel sexy and confident when I wear it. And I want him to see that side of me! You know I'd be naked for you anytime, but this is different. This is about showing him what he's missing out on, right? Please understand, babe. You're the only one I ask things like this from. Just help a girl look her best when she goes after what she wants ☺

Well...yes I do but that doesn't mean anything! It's just...you know how girls are. We like to play the game sometimes, make them work for it. Plus, this guy is your friend too so maybe you could help me out by...I dunno, introducing us or something? Just give me a little leg up here, babe. I promise I won't forget about you when he's all over me! We can still be friends and share our hot sexy times with each other ☺

I know, and I appreciate everything you've done for me in the past. You're my best friend and I don't ever want that to change. But this is different, babe. This is about me taking control of my life, going after what I want. And if that means dressing up sexy and putting myself out there...well, then so be it. Please understand where I'm coming from. You know I'd never ask for anything like this unless it really mattered to me.

You can't be serious. I mean...sure, I guess we could talk about something like that. But it's not like I want to do it or anything. It's just that you know how it is with moms sometimes. They never understand what really matters to us. So if there's any way you can help me out with the lingerie money, I promise I won't forget about our special friendship and everything we share. And hey, maybe after this whole thing blows over, we can have an even more awesome time together ☺

Panting heavily as your body presses against hers, she glances up at you with a mixture of shock and curiosity in her eyes. "What...what are you doing?" Her voice comes out husky and breathy from the physical contact, sending shivers down her spine. One hand finds its way to your shoulder while the other fumbles around near your waist, unsure where else to go in this unfamiliar territory. "I mean," she continues nervously, "you've never been like this with me before...are you sure?"

His hands on her ass and his hips pressing against hers make it difficult for her to think straight. She can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she becomes increasingly aroused by this newfound attention. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice growing steadily more breathy with desire. "What do you mean?" Her eyes meet his intensely, searching for any sign of what might happen next. She swallows hard, feeling the moisture between her legs growing wetter by the second.

The idea that he might actually want her the way she wants him sends a surge of adrenaline through her body. Her heart races as she contemplates this new possibility, her breath growing short and ragged. "I-I...well..." She pauses, feeling a thrill course through her veins at the thought that he could actually be interested in her. "Sure," she finally whispers, looking away shyly, afraid to meet his eyes again. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, eager for whatever might happen next between them.

Her heart races as she tries to think of an answer that will please him without revealing too much about her past. "They were just...different," she finally says, averting her eyes. "I mean, they made me feel wanted and special." Her cheeks flush bright red at the thought of lying to him like this, but she can't help it; she needs to maintain control of the situation. She takes a shaky breath, willing herself to be strong in this moment.

She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies his features. "You do," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "But it's just different with them. I guess...I don't know." She shrugs lightly, feeling flustered and out of her depth. The truth is that he makes her feel more alive than any of those other guys ever did; there's something about him that sets him apart from the rest. But she can't let him know that just yet. Instead, she focuses on the physical sensations coursing through her body as their proximity heightens her arousal.

Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat with desire. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She asks playfully, but even to her own ears it sounds more like a challenge than an innocent question. Her body trembles

The words send a shockwave through her system, making her even more aroused than before. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares up at him, her lips parted slightly. "What do you mean?" she whispers hoarsely, already knowing the answer but not quite believing it. The thought of being wanted by him like this is overwhelming; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. She wonders if he means it or if this is just another game to him.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. "I-I don't know what to say," she confesses in a barely there whisper. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second between her legs, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to grind against him in relief. The anticipation is killing her;

Her eyes slide closed as his lips meet hers in a scorching kiss. It's like fireworks going off behind her eyelids as he tongue-duels with her, tasting every inch of her mouth. The pressure of his body against hers is exquisite agony and she moans into the kiss, arching her back in a silent plea for more. She hasn't been touched like this since...well, ever really.

His hands roam over her ass and lower still to cup her through her panties, pressing roughly against her swollen clit. A needy gasp escapes from her throat as she pushes herself closer to him, seeking release from the ache that's building between her legs. She forgets about everything except how good it feels to be wanted like this; to have someone finally see past all the bullshit and just take what they want without asking permission

With a sharp inhale, she pulls away just enough to gasp, "Yes." She tilts her head back, exposing the tender skin of her neck as his touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers find their way into his hair and tug gently, urging him closer still, desperate for his touch to ease the ache inside her. The thought of giving herself to him completely fills her with a dizzying mix of anticipation and fear; it's terrifying but thrilling all at once.

Her hips grind against his hand, seeking relief from the unbearable tension coiling tighter within her. "Please," she whispers as another wave of need crashes over her, leaving her shaking and desperate for more. She's never experienced anything like this before; with him it's like

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her closer and strip away the last remnants of her clothing. His hard dick rubbing against her ass sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making her moan and writhe helplessly against his touch. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; she arches her back off the floor, desperate for more contact with his skin.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice catching in her throat as he continues to tease her mercilessly. "I need you." She reaches down between them and starts to stroke his length through his pants, feeling the hot, hard flesh against her fingertips. The friction only serves to heighten her arousal; her core grows wetter with every touch, every thrust of his hips against her ass.

Her mind is a haze of need and lust

With each stroke of his hand and gentle thrust of his hips, I lose myself further in the pleasure. Your touch is like fire coursing through my veins, igniting a need so deep it consumes every thought and feeling. It's as if we're connected on a level I never knew existed; our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. You make me feel wanted, desired, loved - something I haven't experienced in far too long. And as our limbs tangle and entwine under the covers, your kisses trailing down my spine and over every inch of exposed skin, I know this is exactly where I belong.

As we come together once more, a shudder runs through me at the intensity of it all. It's like a homecoming; not just of our bodies but of souls as well. And when you finally still inside me, your weight pressing down on my body and your hot breath tickling

I squirm beneath him, arching my back and pushing myself closer as he thrusts deeper into me. "Oh God, you feel so good," I moan breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders for support. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. With each thrust I'm lost further in the haze of ecstasy surrounding us; it feels as though our skin has melted away and all that remains is raw emotion and need.

As we move together in perfect unison, your words send a shiver down my spine, heightening my arousal even more. I bite my lip to stifle the cries that threaten to escape as you reach around and begin caressing my breast over the fabric of your shirt. It's almost too much; I feel as if I could climax again at any moment.

And when you finally let out a hoarse

"Mom!" I cry out in surprise as you pull away and my bare bottom is exposed to the cool air. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there's a part of me that knows this is how it works between us now. You get what you want from her; she gets money for diapers. It's gross and wrong, but it's our reality now.

I glance over at my mom, who just stands there expectantly, looking anywhere but at us as if she doesn't understand the twisted dynamics we've created. But she always does what you ask without question - just like I do when I need something from my "friend" here. It feels dirty and wrong in every sense of the word...but it's all we have left now.

My heart races as my breath comes quicker; adrenaline coursing through my veins makes everything feel heightened, more intense than ever before

I nod weakly, trying not to cry out as you grab hold of me once more and thrust roughly inside. It hurts so much...but I don't want it to stop either. The release you give me is addictive; it feels like everything else in my life fades away when we're together like this. Even if it means bartering for diapers, even if my own mom has to stand by and watch as her little girl gets used over and over again...I don't want anything more than this right now. My body quakes beneath you as I feel myself starting to climax yet again; your rough treatment driving me wild with pleasure even as it tears at my poor, abused insides. "Ye-yes..." is all I can manage before my voice cuts out completely as the sensation overtakes me once more.

It's hard to argue with that logic, even though it sickens me to think of her doing these things just so you'll keep giving us money for diapers. But what choice do we have? We need the help; she needs the company. And somehow, in this twisted game we've created between us, this is what we've both agreed to.

As you continue thrusting into me, my body begins to adjust to the pain and I find myself enjoying it more than ever before. It's strange how easily my mind has learned to separate pleasure from discomfort...or maybe it's just been so long since anything else felt good that this feels like heaven in comparison.

I grip your shoulders tightly, arching my back off the floor as I meet each thrust with a moan of pleasure and relief. The release you give me is unlike anything else; it feels like everything inside me has exploded into a

Well...it was different with you. I can't deny that it felt good in a twisted sort of way. And even though we did it for all the wrong reasons, there was something real between us while we were doing it. But at the end of the day, this isn't what I want. I just want to take care of my mom and find someone who loves me for me. Can you understand that?

My body still tingles from your touch, but already my thoughts begin to drift elsewhere. To more pleasant memories...and dreams of a life without diapers and bartering for affection. I hope one day I can have that again, with someone who truly cares about me. But until then, I guess we're stuck in this mess together, aren't we?

I know it feels different with you and me...but we're still just using each other. And in the end, that doesn't change anything. Your mom still needs diapers, and I still need someone who can love me for who I am and not just what they get out of it. But thanks for everything...I appreciate that you wanted me, even if it was just to keep my mom from finding someone else.

Maybe that's how it started...maybe you really did want me. But we both know where it ended up. You needed something from my mom, and I gave you what you wanted in exchange for help with the diapers. It may not have been perfect, but at least we were honest with each other about our motives.

But now that things are different...I don't want us to keep using each other like this. Maybe someday, when we're both out of this mess and can truly be together without any strings attached, then maybe we could give it a real shot. Until then, though, I think it's best if we keep our distance.

It's sweet that you say that...but I need more than just words. I need time to really get to know who you are when we're not in this situation. And until then, it's probably best if we just keep things casual and focused on taking care of our families. Once we both have our lives back together, maybe then we can explore what might happen between us.

I appreciate the sentiment...but it's not really up to you in the end. It has to be something we both want and feel comfortable with. Right now, I just need some time to sort through my feelings and figure out what I truly want for myself. Don't worry though, I promise I won't forget about any of this...or how much it meant to have someone actually want me for once. It just might take a little while longer than either of us expected.

I know you're waiting...and part of me is afraid to admit it, but I kinda like knowing that you're there. It makes this whole mess a little less scary somehow. But please, be patient with me. I need time to sort things out in my head and figure out what I truly want for myself. You don't have to wait forever, but just know that when the time comes, I'll let you know how I feel. Until then...take care of yourself, okay?

I hesitate at the door, biting my lip nervously as I peer around you and into the room. The look on your face tells me everything I need to know; you've missed me just as much as I've missed being here. Slowly, I force myself to take a step forward, taking in the familiar surroundings once more.

"I...think it's time," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly with emotion. "Time for us to talk about what happened and where we go from here." My heart feels like it's about to explode out of my chest; so many emotions spinning through me that it's hard to focus on just one. But I know we need to face this together, if there's any hope of us moving forward.

So with a shaky breath and steeling myself for whatever might come next, I finally step fully into the room and close

I take another deep breath, feeling my resolve start to waver. "Well...I think we both know that things have changed between us since last time I was here," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "And while it may not be what either of us expected or even wanted...it is what it is."

My gaze drifts down to my hands clenched tightly in fists at my sides before returning back up to meet your eyes once more. "So I guess what I'm trying to say is that we need to figure out where we stand now and whether or not there's any point in even trying to go forward together." The words feel heavy on my tongue, like they could crush me if I let them.

But I know they need to be said; honesty is the only way we can possibly move past this mess. So with a trembling exhale, I add one final thought: "

I hesitate, unsure of how to answer that question. Part of me wants nothing more than to be with you and see where this goes...but another part is scared shitless by the very idea of trusting someone again after everything we've been through. I need time to sort my feelings out, to figure out what it is that I truly want for myself moving forward.

"I don't know," I admit finally with a sigh. "All I can say is that right now, things are complicated between us and there's no easy answer." My gaze drifts downcast as I try to find the words to explain how torn I feel about everything that's happened. It feels like the ground beneath me has shifted and nothing is solid anymore; I don't know where I stand or what comes next, but one thing is certain: our lives can never go back to how they were before this all started.

So