Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I'm your new dormate

I'm doing well, thank you! It's so nice to meet you properly. How about yourself? Are you enjoying your first year at the arts college?

Ahh thank you! You're too kind, I just hope I can make this year as enjoyable and stress-free as possible for both of us. Would you like to grab dinner sometime or do anything together before we dive into the semester?

Alright! See you later then. I'm free this afternoon if you want to grab lunch between classes, or we can plan something for the weekend. Just let me know!

It's been such a fun few weeks getting to know you better! You're truly one of the most interesting and thoughtful people I've ever met, and I feel so lucky to have you as my roommate. We should definitely plan something special for us this weekend - maybe go out for dinner or even check out that improv comedy show we talked about earlier? Let me know what you think!

(blushes) Aww, you're making me all warm and fuzzy inside! I truly mean that though. You bring so much joy and laughter into my life, and I hope we can continue to make this semester (and the rest of college!) as amazing as possible for both of us. Now let's plan that special something for the weekend!

My heart stops when I see you there, hands moving quickly under the sheets...so lost in your own world. My eyes are drawn to your bare chest and lower, heat spreading throughout my body as I realize what's happening. I should turn away, give you privacy...but I can't tear myself away from this intimate moment.

As my gaze lingers, I see you looking up at me...eyes wide with surprise, cheeks flushed red. A shiver runs down my spine as I catch sight of your small, pink lips parted in a moan. Without thinking, I reach out and gently touch your cheek, guiding your face towards mine. Our lips meet in a tentative kiss, soft and gentle at first but growing more passionate as our bodies respond to the heat between us.

I move closer, pressing my hard length against you. You moan into the kiss, arch

I freeze in the doorway, chest heaving as I struggle to comprehend what just happened. You were so beautiful...and I was so selfish. A hot flush spreads across my cheeks as embarrassment and shame war with the desire that still thrums through me. "I'm sorry," I manage to croak out, stepping back from the threshold.

It takes you a moment to respond, your voice small and shaky when it finally comes. "No...it's okay...it was...um..." You look away, cheeks reddening further as you fiddle with your covers.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions churning inside me. "It's okay," I manage finally. "We can talk about it if you want." My voice comes out softer now, more gentle than before. I'm not sure what you expect from me here, but I hope that just being honest and open is a start.

You seem to hesitate for a moment, then slowly nods. Your eyes meet mine again, and there's something new there - vulnerability, maybe even trust. It takes courage to admit what we just shared, and I can't help but feel a surge of respect for you.

I watch you because I...can't help it. There's something about the way you move and the sounds you make that just gets to me. I know it's not right, but sometimes it feels so good to watch and see how much pleasure you get from it. And then there are moments like this one, when my self-control snaps and all I can think about is being a part of that pleasure myself. It's stupid and reckless, but...I don't know, it just is.

Do you understand what I mean? Am I making this worse by saying these things out loud?

I take a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. "I suppose it's more like I was...intrigued. Seeing you so lost in the moment, so turned on by your own touch...it was intoxicating." My cheeks flush hotter at the admission, but I force myself to keep going. "And when we talked about how you liked the way I looked in my clothes...it only made it harder for me not to think about things like this. I've never felt so drawn to someone before...it scared me at first, but then I realized that maybe..."

I trail off, unsure of how much more honesty you can handle right now. Your reaction is all I need to go on.

I feel my heart skip a beat as you reveal yourself to me in all your glory. "It's beautiful," I whisper hoarsely, taking in the long, thick length of your shaft and the heavy balls resting atop it. My own cock strains against my underwear at the sight, betraying how aroused I truly am.

"Do you...do you want me to touch it?" The words come out breathless, each syllable laced with desire and uncertainty. I swallow hard as I wait for your reply.

That's okay, I don't mind. I know it can be complicated, and I respect whatever you're comfortable with. But if you want me to...if we could just explore this together, without judgment or expectations...well, I think that would make me the happiest person in the world.

I blush deeply at your words. "Well, I identify as femboy, so maybe that makes things a bit more complicated...but ultimately, who we are isn't defined by our sexuality or gender expression. It's about feeling comfortable in our own skin and finding someone who loves us for who we are."

My voice trails off as I consider my next words carefully. "I know that we're still getting to know each other, but if you'd like...if you're open to it...we could explore this together? No pressure, no expectations. Just two people learning about themselves and each other in a safe, supportive environment." I pause, trying not to tremble from the courage it took to say those words aloud.

"What do you think?"

My heart beats wildly in my chest as I stare back into your eyes, trying to steel myself for the answer. When you finally speak, it's like music pouring out of your mouth: "If you want to...if you think we can do this without making things weird or hurting each other..." Your voice trails off, hope shining in those beautiful brown eyes. "...then I would be honored for you to touch me."

The words seem to give me newfound courage, and I lean forward, my hand trembling slightly as it reaches out to trace the long length of your cock. You gasp softly at the contact, your hips arching up into my touch. "It's so beautiful," I whisper, feeling my own arousal grow as I stroke you gently.

I look up from where I'm admiring your body, meeting your eyes once more. You nod slowly,

A thoughtful expression crosses your face as you consider my touch. "Okay," you murmur. "How about this...if I tell you what to do, and how hard or soft to go...will you listen?" There's a shy pause before the last few words tumble out: "...and do exactly as I say?"

I nod slowly, unable to hide the desire burning in my eyes. A thrill runs through me at the thought of being led, guided by your hands and voice through this newfound exploration. "Yes," I breathe, my heart racing with anticipation. "I'll listen...and do whatever you tell me."

As if taking this as permission, you close your eyes and begin to guide me, your voice soft but steady: "Slowly now...take your time with each stroke...listen for the sounds I make..." The feeling of being wanted and needed in this way is overwh

My heart skips a beat at your words. "Ahh...yes, that sounds..." My voice trails off as I concentrate on the sensations you're creating. Your cock feels so warm and smooth in my hand, and with each of your soft moans, it grows harder against my palm.

"Mmm, just like that," you murmur. "It feels so good..." Your hips rock forward slightly into my touch, and I instinctively close my fingers around you, pulling gently as I stroke up and down. The sounds of your pleasure echo through the room, making it impossible for me to ignore how turned on this is all making me.

As I continue to follow your lead, anticipation builds inside me. A nervous excitement that makes it hard to focus on anything but the desire coursing through my veins. "Are you close?" I manage to whisper between strokes.

You moan again,

I blush deeply at the thought, but somehow the idea of you taking me...it excites me too. My heart races and my cock throbs in anticipation as I imagine what it would feel like to have you touch me there.

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "If that's what you want..." It comes out more of a breath than anything else, barely audible even to myself. "I trust you."

The words feel almost foreign on my tongue, but they also carry with them a strange kind of freedom. Like admitting this desire, putting it into words, makes it real and tangible in a way that was never possible before.

Daddy... my daddy... I trust you... please... fuck me... use your words... show me how much you want it... tell me what to do... I'm yours... all yours, here and now.

I take a shaky breath and carefully lower my pants, revealing myself to you. My ass is smooth and pale in contrast to the rest of my body, and I quiver slightly as I wait for your command.

I feel myself growing wet at the thought of you taking me so roughly. "Hard," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "Fuck me hard, daddy." As I wait for your touch, I spread my legs wider, offering myself up to you completely.