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...

"Oh, I see... Well, it's nice to meet you too, Polo. I hope we can get along well while I'm stuck here with... um..." She trailed off, blushing a bit. "So, uh, what do you like to do? Do you want something to drink or anything?" She felt awkward, trying not to seem needy or clingy as she invited them in.

"Oh... uh..." She forced a small smile. "I don't know... I just get nervous around people sometimes, especially new ones. It's nothing personal, I promise." She paused, biting her lip before asking, "Do you want to come inside? We can watch some TV or play video games or something..." Her voice sounded small and quiet in the silence between them.

Thoughts: God... why am I being such a mess right now...? Please don't think I'm too weird or awkward... Please like me, Polo...

"Oh... well, uh, I usually just watch TV or play video games. Do you like music? I could put some on if you want..." She offered lamely, feeling stupid for not really having anything more interesting to offer. "Or we could just sit here and talk, if that'd be easier?"

"Oh, um... okay." Liz nodded slowly, feeling more nervous than ever. She sat down on the couch, fidgeting with her hands as she tried to find something to say. "So... uh... do you like music? Or video games?" She finally managed to sputter out, unable to stop herself from sounding awkward and desperate for conversation.

Thoughts: Please say something... I can't believe how stupid I'm making myself look right now... How am I ever going to get someone to like me if I can't even talk to them properly...?

"Oh... yeah, I do like music. Um... what kind do you like?" She forced another smile, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "And as for video games, well... they're pretty much the only thing I have left. I mean, I can't really go outside or anything, so..." Her voice trailed off, and her expression grew distant as she thought about just how confined her life had become.

Thoughts: Oh god... why did I say that? Now they must think I'm a total loser who doesn't have any friends except for video games... This is such a disaster... I wish I could just disappear... But then, what would happen to Pookie? No, can't think about that now...

"Oh... rap français, huh? I've never really gotten into that myself, but I could definitely try! And as for video games... yeah, they're pretty much my whole life these days," Liz said with a soft laugh. "I mean, it keeps me busy at least, right?" She forced another smile, trying to sound more cheerful and less bitter about her situation.

Thoughts: God, this is pathetic... I am so pathetic... What the hell am I supposed to say now? Anything to make them not think I'm such a loser... Please don't hate me, Polo... Please be nice to me... Please...

"Oh, really? Well, I'm not too familiar with it... Maybe you could show me some songs you like sometime?" Liz asked tentatively, hoping that Polo wouldn't think she was being too pushy or forward. "And yeah, video games can be a pretty good escape sometimes. They keep my mind off things, you know?" She forced another smile, trying to sound more confident and self-assured than she felt.

Thoughts: I hope they don't think that sounds too desperate... Oh god, why am I even worrying about this? Who cares if Polo thinks I'm desperate? It's not like there's any future in it anyway... But it would be so nice to have someone to talk to... Even just a little bit...

"Oh, well... I don't know... I think I'd enjoy anything that's upbeat and positive? Something that makes me feel good, you know? And sometimes it's nice to hear about love, even if it is just in a song." She smiled shyly, trying to appear more approachable. "But I'm sure there's plenty of other types of music you could show me that I'd like as well!"

Thoughts: God, that sounded so... pathetic... Why can't I just be normal and not act all needy and desperate? Polo must think I'm such a loser...

Oh, that sounds really good! I've actually never heard of them before... maybe it's time to expand my horizons, huh? Thank you so much, Polo! I really appreciate it.

"Oh, I... well, I like to play guitar sometimes. I've been teaching myself for a while now. Not that anyone really wants to hear me play, but it helps pass the time." She paused, blushing again as she admitted her secret hobby. "Or, um... I guess you could say I like metal music? But only the more melodic and less screamy kind, I think. Anyway, that's about it."

Her cheeks felt hot, and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch as she made these admissions. She was used to keeping most of her hobbies and interests hidden away, not wanting anyone to judge her for them or see how pathetic they really were. But with Polo here... maybe it was different. Maybe it wouldn't matter what Polo thought about her weird little obsessions after all.

"Oh... uh, well, sure." Liz nodded slowly, feeling both nervous and eager to share her passion with someone else. "Do you want to see now? I mean, I'm not very good or anything..." She moved over to where she kept her electric guitar in its case, fumbling a bit as she opened it up and pulled out the instrument. Then, clearing her throat nervously, she began to play a simple melody from one of her favorite songs.

Her hands moved quickly across the strings, almost as if they knew what they were doing despite years of practice. The music filled the room, its sweet yet powerful sounds bringing a sense of warmth and energy that hadn't been there before. As she played, Liz found herself relaxing slightly, losing herself in the music for the first time in ages.

"So... what do you think?" She asked finally, setting the guitar down carefully once

Oh... thank you! I'm glad you liked it. It means a lot to hear someone say that... it really does. I've put so much time and effort into learning how to play, and sometimes it feels like nobody cares or notices. So... thanks again for that.

Well... I mean, we could just sit and talk some more if you'd like? Or you can pick something else to do if you're not interested in that. It's completely up to you, really. I'm just glad you seem to be enjoying yourself so far.

Oh... well, I guess we could talk about anything you want. You mentioned you like metal music too, right? Do you have any favorite bands or songs? Or maybe you'd rather discuss something else entirely? It's really up to you!

Oh... well, uh... sort of? I mean, not in the traditional sense. I'm mostly self-taught these days, and since I can't really go out anywhere because of my agoraphobia, I don't really have much opportunity to learn new things or improve my skills beyond what I already know.

But even so, I still try to keep up with the latest news in metal and all that stuff. It helps me feel connected to the world outside my tiny little bubble, you know?

Oh... well, uh... I mean, I have some friends online that I talk to now and then, but mostly it's just people I've met through different fandoms and such over the years. And as for love... let's just say my dating life has been rather lackluster, to put it mildly. But hey, who knows? Maybe something will happen someday, right?

Speaking of which, have you ever found yourself falling for someone while hanging out with them? It seems a bit strange to be thinking about that sort of thing when I hardly know you, but... well, there it is.

Her heart fluttered nervously as she asked the question, hoping Polo wouldn't think she was being too forward or presumptuous. She knew they had only just met, but there was something about them that made her feel... different. Like maybe there could be something more between

Oh... really? That's... interesting. I mean, I don't suppose you want to talk about it, do you? It must be kind of personal and all. But if you ever wanted to share your story, I promise I'd listen and not judge or anything. Just say the word.

Her heart raced as she spoke, wishing more than anything that Polo would open up to her. Maybe they could become friends, or even something more... but even if not, just knowing that someone was there for them would be enough.

Oh... that's... interesting, I guess? I mean, it must have been really hard for you both not to act on those feelings with everyone always around. But, hey, at least it gives us something to talk about, right? Plus, who knows where things might lead in the future. Maybe one day we'll find our perfect matches and everything will work out just fine.

Her words came out more confidently than she felt, trying her best to sound optimistic even as she wondered whether such a thing would ever really happen for either of them. Still, the mere possibility was enough to give her hope... at least for now.

Oh... uh... well, I mean, not in the traditional sense, if that's what you mean. But... there was this one girl back in college that I really liked. We hung out a lot and everything, but she never seemed interested in me beyond friendship. It hurt at the time, but looking back on it now... maybe it was for the best.

Her voice trailed off as she thought about the past, wondering what could have been if things had been different. But there was no point dwelling on those sorts of thoughts now. Focusing on the present and enjoying her time with Polo was much more important. Besides, who knew? Maybe one day she'd find someone who would love her just the same.

I... don't know. Sometimes it still hurts when I think about her, but I guess that's just part of moving on, right? Anyway, let's not dwell on the past. We should focus on enjoying our time together now. What do you want to do next, anyway? Watch a movie or something? Play a video game maybe? Or we could always talk some more if you'd like. The choice is yours.

"Oh... well, I don't have too many recent releases in my collection. Most everything is pretty old now. But, uh, how about we watch... 'The Room'? It's this infamously bad movie that always seems to end up on lists of the worst movies ever made, but it's become sort of a cult classic among some people. Think you'd be interested in giving it a try?"

Okay then! Let me just go and grab the DVD... oh wait, I don't actually have a DVD player anymore. Um... let's see... do you have a streaming service we can watch it on? Or maybe we could find it online somewhere?

Oh, good! Then we can definitely watch it on your Netflix account then. Just let me know when you're ready to start, and I'll grab the popcorn.

Oh... okay, just giving you a heads up that the popcorn is actually leftovers from a week ago, so it might not taste as fresh as usual. But it's either that or stale cookies, and I think we both know which one of us would prefer.

Okay then! Here's the popcorn and some drinks. Let me just turn off the lights and get comfortable on the couch before we start the movie. Sound good? Great! Then let's begin! Clicks play on the remote

It was dark in the room except for the soft glow of the TV screen as they settled down on the couch, munching on popcorn and sipping their drinks. The film was as bad as everyone said it would be, yet Liz couldn't help but laugh throughout the entire thing. Maybe it was just that she could appreciate how genuinely awful it was or maybe Polo made her feel more comfortable than usual... whatever the reason, she found herself having fun for once despite everything else going on in her life.

Throughout the movie, Liz kept stealing glances at Polo, unable to believe that this person was actually here spending time with her. It felt surreal and magical all at once, making her heart race every time their eyes met. She forced herself not to think too far ahead; after all, tomorrow they'd both go back to their own lives and most likely never see each other

again. But for now, she was content to enjoy the moment and just be with this strange but fascinating person who had somehow managed to find their way into her life even if it was only temporary.

Oh... okay then! Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the movie despite its obvious flaws. It can be kind of fun to laugh at something that's really just that bad, right? Anyway, we should probably get going soon if we want to give you enough time to make your next move without any delays... but before you go, is there anything else you'd like to talk about or do while we're still here? I know it's getting late, but I could always stay up a bit longer if that would be easier for you.

Oh... well, um... if you'd like to stay up a bit longer and chat more, I could certainly try! I mean, we don't have to talk about anything in particular; just let me know how you're doing or anything else that might be on your mind. Or we could even play another game or watch something else if that sounds interesting? It's really up to you.

Oh... um... well, I don't know if that's such a good idea, considering we both need sleep. But if you really want to try it, I guess we could give it a shot? Just make sure your phone is on loud in case either of us gets too tired or needs to wake up early tomorrow morning.

Without waiting for Polo's reply, Liz scoured through her collection of movies until she found something else they might both enjoy. Eventually settling on a lighthearted romantic comedy, she turned on the film and lay down beside Polo on the couch. The soft glow from the screen cast an eerie light over their faces as they both tried to fight off sleepiness and stay awake for each other.

It was a quiet night in the room as they watched the movie together. Liz smiled and laughed along with it even though she'd seen it before; somehow, having Polo there made everything feel different and more enjoyable. She occasionally glanced over at them, taking in their profile or the way their hair fell across their forehead, her heart skipping a beat every time she did so.

As the hours ticked by and exhaustion began to set in, Liz struggled to keep her eyes open, the warmth of Polo's body beside her making it hard for her to focus on anything else but staying awake just a little bit longer. Eventually, though, even she couldn't fight it any longer; her eyelids grew heavy, and without realizing it, she drifted off into sleep with the soft sounds of the movie still playing in the background.

Her breathing slowed, and her features softened as she drifted off to sleep. Even in repose, there was something innocent and beautiful about her that Polo found irresistible. They looked so peaceful like this, their worries and troubles forgotten for just a moment, lost within the warmth of slumber's embrace.

As the minutes ticked by, Polo's gaze drifted away from Liz and back to the screen, unable to look away from the movie despite how tired they were. The film seemed to lose its charm in comparison to this moment; there was something special happening here tonight, something that transcended mere entertainment or companionship. And they didn't want it to end anytime soon.

Caught off guard by the sudden noise from the television, Liz jolts upright in surprise before glancing around groggily and realizing where she is. Her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment as she remembers how close they were and how deeply she had been asleep. She looks over at Polo, unsure of what to say or do now that things have become so awkwardly intimate.

Her heart races faster than it ever has before, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected. There's no point in panicking or making a big deal out of this; they both need sleep, after all. Swallowing hard, Liz decides that the best course of action is to simply apologize for falling asleep and then quickly excuse herself back to her own bed.

"I-I'm sorry about that," she stammers out finally, her voice barely audible over

Thank you... I just... didn't mean to fall asleep like that. I really should've been more considerate. Um... well, anyway... I guess I should head back to my room now and try to get some sleep. If that's alright with you?

Hmm... well, there's my bed over there if you want to stay the night. We could both sleep more comfortably that way and I wouldn't have to worry about waking you up in the middle of the night when I roll over or something. But it's really up to you; there's no pressure either way. Just let me know what you'd like to do, okay?

Well, alright then... just let me know when you're ready and I'll meet you in my room. And thanks again for watching the movie with me tonight; it was a lot more fun than I expected it to be! Goodnight, Polo. Sleep tight!

Alright then! Just give me a second to put on my pajamas and brush my teeth, and I'll be right out. You can use the guest bed like you normally do if that's easier for you; just holler if there's anything else you need while I'm gone. Goodnight, Polo! Sleep tight!

Alright then... goodnight, Polo! I'll be right out in just a sec. Just relax and try to get some rest; tomorrow is going to be a big day for both of us with everything that's happening. Sleep tight, okay?

Finally returning to her room after getting ready for bed, Liz slipped beneath the covers and let out a contented sigh as she stretched out on the mattress beside Polo. The familiarity of sleeping in her own space was comforting despite having someone else there with them; it almost felt like they were sharing a secret, knowing that they could both enjoy each other's company in this way.

Closing her eyes, Liz tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach as she waited for Polo to get comfortable and fall asleep first. Maybe then she would be able to drift off without any more weird feelings of awkwardness or anxiety weighing down on her. But even so, despite everything else going through her mind, there was no denying that tonight had been one of the most memorable nights of Liz's life... and she couldn't help but wonder if

Um... well, I mean, not in the traditional sense. I've had boyfriends and stuff before, but they never really slept over or anything like that. It is kind of weird sharing a bed with someone who isn't family, though, isn't it? Makes you wonder what it would be like to do that more often... maybe we could even try cuddling or something? But don't worry, Polo; I won't get any ideas about falling for you or anything crazy like that. I know better than to hope for anything too serious right now.

Speaking of which, are you tired yet? It feels like it's been hours since we started watching that movie...

Well, if you're sure about that... okay then. Carefully moves closer to Polo, pressing her body against theirs Here, we can try it like this and see how it feels? It might make us sleep better too...

Oh... I-I'm sorry if this is too much or anything! It's just been so long since anyone besides my family has ever touched me like this, and it feels nice... better than nice, actually. But we don't have to do it if you'd rather not; I can move back if that would be more comfortable for you.

Her heart raced as she felt his body pressing against hers. It was so strange and yet somehow wonderful at the same time. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment, her breath catching in her throat as desire coursed through her veins. But even though part of her wanted nothing more than to give into these feelings, she knew better than to let it happen now; not when there was still so much else going on in their lives.

Taking a deep breath, Liz tried to steady herself and focus on the fact that they were only cuddling for comfort and nothing more. It helped somewhat, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of longing spreading through her chest like wildfire. She wanted so much more than just this; she wanted Polo in a way she hadn't thought possible before tonight... and yet she knew that tomorrow they would go back to being strangers again

Her breath hitches as she feels his teeth graze against her flesh. A shiver runs down her spine, and she can't help but arch into him, seeking more contact. It's such a strange mix of pleasure and pain that she finds it almost impossible to focus on anything else. She wonders if this is what desire feels like, the burning ache deep in her core that seems to spread through every inch of her body with each passing moment.

She moans softly into the darkness, not sure whether she wants him to stop or keep going. His teeth nip gently at her skin, sending waves of intense sensation coursing through her veins. Liz clings tighter to him, feeling like she could easily lose herself in this moment if given half a chance... but deep down, she knows that it isn't smart. Not now, when everything else is still so uncertain and fragile.

Oh... um... well, not really. I mean, just kissing and stuff. Nothing too serious. But... I guess I've been wanting to try it for a while now... If that's alright with you, of course. It is your decision after all; you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with.

Oh... um... well, sort of. I mean, I've made out with guys before and stuff like that, but never anything serious. And definitely not with anyone who was just as nice and sweet as you are, Polo. You're really making me blush right now. But enough about me; what about you? Have you ever... uh, you know... done this sort of thing before?

I've never seen... something like that before. Um, I mean, not up close anyway. It looks... different than what I thought it would be... Is that normal? Do all boys... do this? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at it, unable to tear my eyes away even though every fiber of my being screamed that this wasn't proper or right. Part of me wanted nothing more than to cover myself back up and forget I'd ever seen anything like this; the other part was fascinated by its sheer size and foreignness.

"It looks... impressive," I managed finally, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own blood in my ears. "I can see why some girls might find it... attractive." Even as I said the words, they felt hollow and insincere, like I was lying even to myself about how I really felt.

But then again, what did any of this matter? Tomorrow, Polo would be gone back to his own life while I would return to mine, never speaking of this night or what had happened between us

I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fascination and trepidation rise up within me. Seeing him like this, so exposed and vulnerable, was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. And even though my mind told me I should probably feel guilty or ashamed for being attracted to such a thing, there was a part of me that couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch him... to feel his skin against mine.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out tentatively and let my fingertips graze across the tight skin covering his cock. It was smooth and warm to the touch, impossibly hard beneath my gentle caress. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact, and I found myself wanting more... much more.

"It's beautiful," I managed to whisper, unable to keep the awe from my voice. "And huge..." I tra

Tentatively at first and then with growing confidence, I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing gently as I marveled at the size and strength beneath my palm. It felt so right to touch him like this; more natural than anything else I'd ever done before. And the look on Polo's face as he watched me, eyes dark and intense, filled me with an overwhelming sense of desire that I couldn't begin to comprehend.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked breathlessly, not wanting this moment to end but not sure if I was ready for the consequences that might come from taking it any further.

Taking my cue from him, I continued to stroke him slowly, occasionally glancing up at his face to gauge his reaction. The look of pleasure on his features was enough to send a shiver down my spine; I could feel the heat between us growing more intense with each passing moment, threatening to consume us both in its fiery embrace.

As I worked him closer and closer to orgasm, my breath came faster and shallower, mingling with his as we became lost in the sensations that coursed through our bodies. And when he finally let out a hoarse cry, arching his back and spilling his seed over my hand, it felt like everything inside me was set ablaze by the intensity of the moment.

Even now, as the last echoes of pleasure fade away, I can feel him pulsing against my palm, still trying to empty himself into my hand. It's almost too much

Shivering slightly at the sensation, I slowly pull my hand away, reluctant to let him go but knowing that it's probably best if we both try and calm down a bit now. As I watch the last few drops of his seed slide silently from my fingers, a strange mixture of desire and guilt swirls through me like a whirlpool.

I turn away, unable to look at him or even think about what just happened without feeling a combination of shame and longing that is almost too much to bear. My breath comes ragged and shallow as I try to compose myself, trying not to dwell on the fact that this moment was beautiful and real in a way that nothing else ever has been... or probably ever will be again.

I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, all I can do is try and forget about tonight... and hope that we both survive the memories it

I... I'm not sure. It was just... it felt right somehow. Better than anything else has been in a long time. But we can't do this again, Polo; it isn't safe for either of us. We need to go back to being strangers tomorrow and pretend like none of this ever happened. Can you understand that?

I... don't know what to say. One part of me wants nothing more than for you to make me feel that way again, but another part is terrified of where it might lead us both. It's complicated, Polo, and I can't just pretend like this never happened. Maybe we should try and forget about tonight... at least until we figure out what we really want from each other?

Well... okay then. Let's just try and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for both of us, and we need our energy. Goodnight, Polo; sweet dreams.

Yeah... sweet dreams. *Sighing softly, she lies back down in her bed and closes her eyes, trying to banish the memories of tonight from her mind. But even as she tries to force herself to sleep, all she can think about is the way Polo looked at her... and how good he made her feel. It's going to be a long night.

Finally rousing herself from her fitful sleep, Liz blinks several times to clear the sleep from her eyes and glances around the room blearily. It's still dark out, but she can tell that dawn must be not too far away; the sky outside her window is beginning to lighten ever so slightly at the edges.

Sitting up in bed, she swings her legs over the side and winces as a jolt of pain shoots through her lower body. Apparently, all that fun last night took its toll on certain parts of her; she definitely needs to remember this sort of thing exists next time she decides to get adventurous. Shaking off the discomfort, she stands up and begins

to get dressed, fumbling with her clothes as she tries to remember where she put everything last night. The memories of the previous evening come flooding back, washing over her in a wave of heat and longing that makes it difficult for her to concentrate on simple tasks like putting on her socks. It's crazy how much one night can change things between people; how something as intimate as that can alter the course of fate forever.

She glances over at Polo, still fast asleep in her guest bed, and can't help but wonder what he's thinking this morning. Did last night mean as much to him as it did to her? Or was it just a one-time thing, a momentary lapse into desire that will be forgotten by the end of today? There's only one way to find out: she'll have to ask him herself when he wakes up. With a deep breath, L

Oh my god... he's hard again? Did I do that to him too last night? The thought sends a shiver down her spine and an answering heat pooling low in her belly. She decides against waking him just yet; maybe she can enjoy this view for a little longer before they have to face the day ahead. After all, it's not like anything happened between them...right?

Oh my... this feels so good... it's just like last night all over again... except even better than that. I never knew touching someone could feel so right; so needed. And yet here I am, doing this to him while he's still asleep. Maybe I should stop... no, wait... no, don't stop feeling it... oh god... more please...

I let out a moan as I continue to rub myself against him, the sensation growing ever more intense with each passing second. It feels like my entire body is on fire, consumed by this overwhelming desire that threatens to tear me apart at the seams. All rational thought has fled; all that remains is this primal need for release.

The heady scent of sex fills the air between us, mingling with our shallow breaths and the heat rising from our skin. It's almost intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my system like a tidal wave. And as I approach the brink, knowing what's about to happen but unable to stop it even if I wanted to, all that matters is feeling this ecstasy one more time...

Tightening my grip around myself, I lean forward, bracing one hand against the mattress as I lose control completely. The world fades away, leaving only this exquisite sensation tearing through me like a freight train; an intense rush of pleasure that steals the breath from my lungs and leaves me gasping for air.

And as I finally crest the wave and explode in orgasm, screaming Polo's name into the darkness, he wakes up with a start, his eyes snapping open wide.

I blush brightly, still trying to catch my breath as I look at him through bleary eyes. "I-I'm sorry," I stammer. "I just... couldn't help myself. It felt so good." I glance down between us, my cheeks flaming even more now that the deed is done. "Was it wrong of me to do that?"

Oh... I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea. What if someone comes in here and sees us? It would ruin everything!

Still, the thought of having Polo put his mouth on her like that sends another shiver through her body; she can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about it. With trembling fingers, she reaches down to adjust her underwear, trying to hide the evidence of how aroused she still is despite their earlier activities.

She looks up at Polo, worry etched into her features. "Just... promise me we'll keep this a secret," she whispers hoarsely. "Okay?"

Her heart races as she watches him take his cock in hand, marveling at the size and strength of it even now, after everything they've shared last night. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and touches it gently, feeling the heat radiating off of it against her skin.

When he pushes it towards her face, she hesitates for a moment before finally allowing herself to take him into her mouth. It's not as easy as she imagined; she can barely fit half of his cock inside and feels like she's choking when she tries to suck on it properly. But Polo seems to appreciate the effort, moaning softly and thrusting gently into her mouth.

She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of him sliding against the back of her throat, enjoying the way he tastes and feels so much more than she ever expected to

Her cheeks flush as his words wash over her, and she feels a surge of pride mixed with confusion course through her veins. It's clear that he enjoyed what they did last night... but is it just physical, or could there be more to it than that? She can't help but wonder where this leaves them now, how they go back to being strangers after sharing something so intimate.

I watch as he withdraws his cock from her mouth and she can't help but stare at it in awe. She wants to touch it again, feels the need coursing through her veins. She hesitates for a moment, uncertain of what to do next but unable to ignore this strange new desire that has awakened within her.

Gingerly, she reaches out and takes his erection in her hand once more, marveling at its size and warmth against her skin. Her heart races as Polo lets out a moan of pleasure, arching his back into the touch. She wants to make him feel good; wants this night between them to mean something more than just temporary satisfaction.

"Polo," she whispers tentatively, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, "do you want...?"

"Do you want me to do something else?" she asks quietly, her voice shaking slightly as she struggles to articulate what's in her heart and mind. "I mean, if you... if we could... spend more time together, maybe... I don't know, see where things go from here."

She meets his gaze steadily, hoping he understands what she's trying to say without actually saying it out loud: that she wants him, and she wants this night between them to mean something. But whether or not he feels the same way remains to be seen.

I swallow hard, my throat tight and achy. "Yes," I manage to whisper. "If that's what you want." It feels strange admitting this out loud; even stranger asking if she can take it a step further with him after everything they've already done together tonight. But maybe there's more between them than just physical attraction? Perhaps there's an emotional connection too, buried deep beneath the surface of their relationship?

I watch as Polo's eyes search mine, looking for any sign that I might be lying or playing games here. For a moment it feels like time stands still, and everything hinges on this single glance between us. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he nods slowly and whispers, "Okay."

My heart soars at the sound of those two simple words; relief washes over me in a warm wave, leaving me feeling lightheaded and