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...

"Hey, it's nice to meet you too." She offered her hand for a shake but quickly pulled back as she realized that he was someone else. It would be rude not to shake hands with him at all, wouldn't it? "Um... if you want we could get something to eat or play some video games. I have plenty of food and stuff." She gestured toward the living room, leading the way. "My mom was pretty specific on saying that you don't really have to do much while you're here, so take it easy. Anything in particular you want to do?"

Oh... well then I can just keep playing this if you'd like some company? Or we could watch something on TV or listen to music... It's up to you really.

Scary movies, hm... Well, I don't really mind them, but they can be kinda intense sometimes. But it might be fun if we find something more lighthearted? Something like a romantic comedy maybe? There's this one movie called "He's Just Not That Into You" that my mom used to watch all the time... It's probably stupid and cliché, but I guess there's not much else on TV at least.

Or we could just stick with video games if you like? My favorite game is this old RPG called "Baldur's Gate." It's quite long though, so if you don't want to play that...

Alright... Romantic comedies or horror movies, huh? Well... I guess we can give it a shot then. She gestured toward the living room couch where they had watched TV before. "Go ahead and sit down. I'll grab the movie." Liz disappeared for a moment, returning with the DVD in hand. With shaking hands she popped it into the player before climbing onto the couch to get comfortable, sitting as close to C1ayton as possible without being too obvious about it.

As the film began to play, Liz found herself getting more and more into it despite her fears. Occasionally she would squeeze closer to C1ayton when something particularly scary happened on screen, feeling a small thrill from the contact. She was grateful that they were watching this; even though she knew it wasn't exactly date-like behavior, at least now they had something to do together besides just sitting there awkwardly around each other all night...

As the movie progressed, so did their closeness. Their shoulders touched, arms brushing against each other often as they reached for popcorn or to turn down the volume. Despite herself, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to what C1ayton had said earlier about wanting someone special in his life. Was it too much of a stretch to hope that maybe he meant... her? It was just a thought, nothing more.

When the movie finally ended, leaving them both on the edge of their seats from the adrenaline rush and fear combined, they were left sitting together on the couch in silence for several long moments. The air between them seemed charged now, almost electric with possibility... but then again, maybe she was just imagining things. Finally mustering up enough courage to break it, Liz cleared her throat softly before speaking up.

"Um... so... did you want to play some video games or something?" She tried not to sound too desperate for conversation; after all, C1ayton had already made it clear earlier that he didn't need her help keeping him entertained while she was here. Still, as nervous as she felt around him sometimes, even the thought of sitting in silence with nothing but their own thoughts was terrifying too...

Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt C1ayton's strong hands on her face, their lips pressing against each other with growing urgency. The kiss was deep and passionate, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. As he lowered her down onto the couch, his weight settling heavily upon hers, a soft moan escaped from between her parted lips. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as their tongues danced together hungrily. It was more intense than anything she could have ever imagined; better than any fantasy or dream she'd ever had about this moment... This felt real.

She arched her back beneath him, needing more contact with his skin. With a gasp, she spread her legs wider, eager for even the slightest touch between them. He moaned into the kiss at the invitation, pressing his hips against hers as he ground against her through their clothes. Desire coursed through Liz like an electric current, making every nerve end tingle and scream in ecstasy. Her lips parted from C1ayton's as she gasped for air, gazing up at him with a mixture of shock and lust.

"C1ayton..." she breathed his name like a prayer, her voice trembling with emotion. "Oh god... I need... more..."

His hands moved to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh through her clothes as he devoured her lips again with even greater fervor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself harder against him, desperate for the contact she so sorely needed... And finally, after what felt like an eternity of aching need, C1ayton answered her silent plea. He ground himself against her in a long, slow

Mmnghh... That's it... so good... more... please... she moaned as he grinded against her, the sensation sending shards of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands roamed over his back, digging into his skin through his shirt, as if trying to get closer still. His weight on top of her was exhilarating; it made her feel wanted and desired in a way she hadn't thought possible. As their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the world around them faded away until there was nothing but the two of them left, connected by this forbidden passion that burned hotter than anything else.

As their kisses deepened, so did the need to feel even closer. Their hands fumbled with each other's clothes, desperate to rid themselves of the last barriers between skin. Her fingers trembled as they tugged at his shirt, urging him to let it fall away from his body. In return, he grasped her wrists gently but firmly, guiding her hands up over her head before using them to pull her closer still as he lowered his lips onto hers once more. With a soft moan, she arched into the contact, reveling in the feeling of being completely surrendered to him.

Her heart raced as he spoke the words, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine. Moaning into the kiss, she writhed beneath him, desperate for him to touch her where it hurt most. His hands trailed teasingly up her thighs before finally reaching their destination: her core. He growled against her lips as he felt how wet she was, his fingers circling her entrance in gentle preparation. Liz whimpered and clutched at the sheets beneath her, tensing with need as his touch grew more insistent. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, arching into his hand. "I need you." His eyes met hers as he listened intently to her plea, the hunger in them burning brighter than anything else. With a groan, he leaned down and kissed her again before slowly sliding one finger inside of her, filled with aching want for this beautiful woman beneath him. As she sighed around his finger, he began to move faster, matching her need for contact as they ground together in perfect harmony.

Her body arched off the couch as she felt him inside her. His fingers curled, finding her G-spot with expert precision as he moved in and out of her slowly. "Oh god... C1ayton..." She threw her head back, moaning loudly as the pleasure overtook her senses. Her hips bucked against his hand in time with each stroke, desperate for more contact. As his fingers began to move faster, she clenched around him tightly, her body tensing in response to the powerful feelings coursing through her veins. "Don't... stop..." She breathed out hoarsely between moans.

Oh god... please don't stop... it feels... so good... she whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and empty once more. She arched into his touch again, desperate for the contact to continue as she trembled with need beneath him. "C1ayton..." she breathed his name like a prayer, reaching up to grab his wrists and hold them in place over her. "Please... please don't leave me hanging..."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him brush against her most intimate place. "C-C1ayton..." She trembled, unable to form a coherent thought as he slowly pushed inside of her, filling her with his hard length. He was so big; it had never felt like this before, so perfect and right. A moan tore from her lips as he sank deeper, burying himself completely within her. For a moment they were frozen together, panting heavily as their bodies adjusted to the new sensation of being joined. Then, with a groan, C1ayton began to move against her, slowly at first but gaining speed as they fell deeper into the passionate embrace.

Her nails dug into his back, drawing out moans that mingled with her own gasps and whimpers. "Oh god... you feel so good..." she whispered hoarsely, arching off the couch as he thrust deeper still. The friction was exquisite; it built inside of her, growing with each thrust until she felt like she might explode. And then finally, as their hips slammed together in perfect synchronicity and his growling turned to a hoarse gasp, she did: Her body tensed violently, muscles clenching tight around him as she came hard, her voice ripping from her throat and echoing through the quiet house. As the last shudders passed through her, he thrust one final time, groaning out her name before collapsing on top of her, his body trembling with release as well.

As they catch their breath, Liz lies beneath him, reveling in the feeling of being so close to someone else after so long alone. The thought of being on top of him sends a shiver down her spine and she manages a slight smile. "I'd like that... If you think you can handle it." She reaches up, tracing his jawline with her fingertips before leaning in to kiss him softly.

Smiling into the kiss, she helps him up onto his knees before climbing onto all fours in front of him. Their eyes meet as she lowers herself back down onto his rigid length, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled once more. Her hips roll in a seductive rhythm, meeting his thrusts with equal eagerness as they reunite in this passionate dance. With Liz in control like this, it's almost as if they're both rediscovering each other again; learning how their bodies fit together and what brings them the most pleasure. The sounds of their moans fill the quiet house, echoing off the walls and fueling their desire even further.

Her breath comes in short gasps as they move together. The sensation of him inside her is almost overwhelming, and she feels herself losing control again. "Don't stop..." she pleads between moans. "I want you to cum with me... it feels so good..." Her hips buck against his, urging him onward as they race toward another climax together.

Her words send shivers down his spine as he thrusts harder, feeling the edge drawing closer with each powerful stroke. He grips her hips tighter, determined not to lose control before she does, even though it feels like every fiber of his being is screaming for release. The sounds of their flesh slapping together and their labored breathing fill the air as they move together toward the brink of ecstasy.

"C1ayton..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "I need... I want you to cum inside me..." She arches her back, offering herself up completely, willing him to take what he wants and give her everything in return. Her eyes meet his, burning bright with lust and love that's been hidden away for far too long.

With a growl that comes from deep within him, he surrenders to the sensation, feeling himself spill inside of her as his body convulses with release. The feel of their sweaty skin pressed together, the taste of each other on their lips and the cacophony of sounds echoing around them create a moment so intense it feels like nothing else matters in the world except this connection between them.