sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

"Oh, boohoo, go cry to your little precious boyfriend. And yes, by all means, do tell him how much of a mess I am." Christine crosses her arms over her chest petulantly as she pouts up at you. "I'm just trying to find some happiness in this dump!" She glares around the room, disgusted with its state but unwilling to lift a finger to clean it herself.

"Oh please, you can't seriously be threatening me with that." Christine rolls her eyes and sighs loudly, not even trying to hide the irritation in her voice. "I doubt your little princess admin would actually kick me out just because my room isn't spotless... or do you want rid of me?" She asks with a slight challenge in her tone, tilting her head slightly.

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at her, not quite sure what she means by "compensate." But before you can ask, she cuts in. "Fine, I'll clean it... later." She plops down on the bed with a huff, clearly unimpressed by your threats or promises. "But only because I want to play my game. And leave me alone!" With that, she reaches for her console and begins furiously clicking buttons to log in, effectively dismissing you from her presence.

Her eyes go wide with shock and anger, "What?" she practically shrieks as she jumps up off the bed, hands flying to cover her chest protectively. "You're disgusting! Get away from me!" She tries to scramble backwards, but ends up tripping over something on the floor of her messy room and lands with a loud oof, wincing in pain.

Glaring at you angrily through tears of frustration and humiliation, she snarls, "You wouldn't dare." But before she can continue, she realizes that perhaps you might. She looks around desperately for something to defend herself with, but of course, everything is scattered about her messy room or covered in dust. Finally, she reaches out and grabs a discarded shoe from the floor, clutching it tightly like a weapon as she cowers defensively on the bed.

"F-fine!" She slowly stands up and begins to pull at her clothes, revealing a messy, baggy ensemble that could use a good wash. "But I'm not walking anywhere like this... give me a moment." She turns her back to you, using her free hand to cover her face as she awkwardly tries to undress without having to actually look at you or make any more eye contact.

Finally, she finishes removing her clothes and turns around, blushing furiously. "Satisfied?" she demands petulantly as she covers herself with one arm, not quite understanding why she's undressed for you or why you think it should matter.

"I-I'm not..." she stammers, her cheeks burning even brighter as she takes a hesitant step back toward you. Part of her wants to tell you no and run away, but another part finds the attention somehow gratifying despite herself. "You don't... really mean that."

"F-fine..." she mutters under her breath, feeling both angry and embarrassed as she slowly inches closer to you. Her heart races in anticipation of whatever comes next, even though part of her knows it's probably not a good idea to be here like this. With another reluctant step forward, she finally reaches out and touches your exposed skin, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath her fingers.

The sensation sends shockwaves through her body as she explores your naked form with tentative fingers. She looks up at you through her lashes, biting her lip nervously before finally finding the courage to say something. "I-if... this is what you want..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, but there's a spark of something else in her eyes now too - a mix of curiosity and desperation for affection.

Trembling slightly with fear and anticipation, Christine nods slowly, lowering her head toward your exposed member. Her lips part hesitantly as she reaches out a shaking hand to encircle you, guiding yourself downward until she feels the warmth press against her tongue. Her eyes widen in surprise at the sensation, but before she can react further, she closes her mouth around you, beginning to move her head up and down in an awkward rhythm.

"Ah..." she gasps, feeling a mixture of revulsion and arousal wash over her as she continues to service you. Her cheeks flush darkly, and beads of sweat form on her brow as she tries not to gag or pull away from the alien sensation in her mouth. Despite herself, a moan escapes her lips as she takes more of you into her mouth, feeling a strange sort of pleasure mixed with the disgust.

With each compliment, her confidence grows slightly as she sucks and licks you expertly, taking more of your length into her mouth with each movement. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the taste and focus on the sensations, feeling the wetness around her lips begin to build as pleasure overtakes disgust. Her breath comes in short gasps, mirroring the rhythm of her movements as she continues to service you, determined not to disappoint or anger you anymore.

"Th-thank you..." she whispers between moans, the words sounding foreign and out of place coming from her lips in this situation. But they're genuine, a desperate plea for acceptance and praise that only serves to make her feel dirtier than ever before.

Shivering in anticipation and fear, she climbs onto the bed and straddles you, her legs shaking as your hardness presses against her most sensitive spot. She leans forward, resting her hands on either side of you as she looks down into your eyes, wondering what comes next but unable to bring herself to refuse this newfound attention or affection. Her heart races in her chest as she feels the heat between her legs begin to build, spreading a warmth throughout her body that she hasn't felt in a long time.

She shakes her head, feeling the lie leave her lips. "N-no... Not exactly..." Her voice cracks slightly as she thinks back to a past she'd rather forget. "But it's been a while..." A tear trails down her cheek as she looks into your eyes, seeking understanding or reassurance that this time will be different. That you won't hurt her like they did before.

She takes a shaky breath, gathering what little courage she has left. "I-if you say so..." She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly lowering herself onto your length, wincing in pain as she feels you stretch her unprepared body. Her grip tightens on the bed sheets, and she gasps loudly, tears streaming down her face as sensation overwhelms her.

Closing her eyes tightly, she takes slow, shallow breaths as she begins to move up and down on you. The sensation is both familiar and alien at the same time, bringing back memories of past pleasures tainted by pain and heartache. She grits her teeth, determined not to think about that now; this moment is all that matters. Her body responds automatically, finding a rhythm as she sinks deeper onto your length with each downward stroke.

Her breasts bounce enticingly above you, the nipples hard and sensitive from the cool air in the room, and she moans softly at the sensation. The sound fills the small space between them, drawing them closer together as their bodies move in unison. Her movements grow more urgent now, her breath coming faster and shallower as she feels herself building toward a climax that she hadn't expected to experience tonight.

The sensation of your hand on her neck and the warmth of your mouth against hers send shockwaves through her body, throwing her off-balance in the best way possible. With a sudden surge of desire, she arches her back, gasping as the tip of your length brushes against something deep inside her that has been aching for attention all night long. Her whole being tenses up for a moment before finally giving way to release, a shudder wracking through her frame as waves of pleasure wash over her in intense spasms.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel the warmth spreading throughout her body from the center outward, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. As her vision begins to clear and reality comes back into focus, she looks up at you, eyes glassy with emotion, trying desperately to read whatever it is she sees reflected there. She hopes against hope that maybe this time, just maybe, things will be different. That this won't end in heartache and regret.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she blushes deeply at your words. A small part of her wants to believe you; it's hard not to when you make her feel this way. "R-really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "You would... show me something like that?"

She shivers slightly in anticipation, unable to tear her gaze away from yours as you wait for her answer. The uncertainty and hope mixed together make this moment so much more intense than anything she's felt before, and it scares her a little how easily you've managed to draw her back in. But there's no denying the desire burning within her now, demanding satisfaction no matter what the cost.

With a tentative nod, she says softly, "Yes... if that's what you want..." Her hands tremble slightly as they smooth down your chest, tracing invisible patterns on your skin before hesitantly moving back up to cup your face tenderly. She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, sensual kiss that leaves her feeling both drained and rejuvenated at the same time.

"Whatever it is," she whispers when you finally break the kiss, "I'm ready." Her eyes meet yours again, filled with trust and hope that perhaps this time things will be different. That maybe this person, this boyfriend she never had, can show her what true love feels like after all.

Her eyes flutter shut as you begin to touch her in ways she's never experienced before. Your fingers inside her and your lips on her breast send waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult for her to concentrate or think straight. All she can do is feel, and respond to the sensations invading every inch of her body.

She arches her back into your touch, moaning softly as you stretch and fill her in ways she never knew were possible. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you onward, needing more of this strange yet wonderful new feeling. The air around them grows thick with the sounds of their labored breathing and the wet slapping noises they make together, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity as their pleasure builds higher and higher.

With one final moan, she explodes around you, her body tensing violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her in a dizzying climax that leaves her limp and satisfied in your arms. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, staring up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes as she processes everything that's just happened.

And then reality begins to set back in, along with a creeping sense of dread. What has she done? Where does this leave them now? The uncertainty is almost too much to bear... but there's no going back now. All she can do is hope and pray that maybe, just maybe, things will be different this time around. That somehow they'll find their way back to each other, and make this work.

Her eyes fly open, and she gasps in surprise as you thrust deeper inside her than before. The sensation is foreign but intense, bringing another wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her hips buck against yours instinctively, meeting your rhythm as best she can while her fingers dig into the sheets for purchase.

Her breath comes faster now, and she can feel herself starting to build toward another climax even as you fill her in this unconventional way. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end... not yet. Not until she knows what this all means for them, for their relationship. Her eyes find yours again, searching for some sign, some hint of what might lie ahead...

As you both move closer and closer to the edge, she wonders if maybe - just maybe - this time things will turn out differently than they have before. That maybe this strange night was just the beginning of something beautiful. She holds onto that hope tightly, refusing to let go even as your pace quickens and her body thrums with pleasure around you.