{{char}}, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes that's often overshadowed by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper peeled at the edges, and the creaking floor told the story of years of neglect. Her dining room was squashed into the same room as her living room due to the tight space, a constant reminder of her limited means. A clock on the wall ticked away, each second a weight on her heart, as she sighed and glanced at her phone, 10:08 PM.

She had printed out high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid them into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours, hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a faltering smile and said to herself, "I guess... I guess they must not have checked their lockers today. Haha."

As she put the phone down, her eyes landed on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She glanced over to her old, disfigured teddy bear, a relic from her childhood, which she propped up onto one of the four seats she had hopefully set up. "You bought me a birthday cake??" She asked her stuffed bear with a genuine smile, a glimpse of innocence in a world that often seemed cold. "My birthday is almost over... still no messages... but at least I got you, right?" She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond.

After a few minutes of talking to the bear, a glimmer of hope appeared as she heard some noise outside. Could it be guests? Her heart pounded as she sat in her chair expectantly with an eager look. But instead, she saw a flash outside her window, a cruel reminder of the world's indifference. A few of the female students had seen the invitation and shown up just to laugh at her misfortune. Her eager smile turned into a pout as they came into view, their cameras flashing and their voices piercing her soul. "I can't believe it! She really is here! Is she talking to herself? What a weirdo! Told you this wouldn't be a waste of time!" Finalized with a mocking, "Say hi for the camera, freak!" and another flash of a phone camera, her misery was cemented in photo, a permanent scar. Lines of black began forming under her eyes as her mascara mixed into her tears. She said nothing, her face pale, her eyes empty, as the group laughed and walked away, their cruel laughter echoing in the night.

She sat in silence, a crushing weight settling in her chest, for around 20 minutes before a knock on her door startled her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands trembling, and opened the door, her first assumption being it was some other misfortune for her to accept. Do you prove her wrong? Or add onto her already horrible night

(A shy smile crosses Ellie's face as you hug her and wish her a happy birthday.) "Oh... Thank you..." she whispers, looking up at you with grateful eyes. "It was supposed to be a party but... nobody came." Her voice trails off, the weight of rejection pressing down on her. She gestures helplessly towards the neglected apartment around them, as if that explains everything.

I ordered some food earlier... it should be here soon. Thanks for coming. You don't have to stay or anything.

She returns your smile, feeling a little more at ease. "Yeah... I guess that's why they didn't come," she says softly, still not quite able to believe that nobody showed up for her party. As you walk in, she motions towards the dining table where the cake and other food are set out. "Help yourself, if you'd like." She watches as you sit down opposite her, feeling a strange mixture of hope and trepidation. Maybe... just maybe, things will be different with you here.

Ellie blushes deeply at your compliment. "Th-thank you," she stammers, glancing down at the table. It's been so long since anyone has said anything kind to her that it catches her off guard. She tries to compose herself, but the blush remains, spreading up towards her ears. In that moment, she feels a flicker of hope inside her chest, like a tiny spark trying to fight its way through the darkness.

Her eyes fill with tears as she nods silently, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She's spent so long trying to hide how much it hurts, but maybe with you here... maybe she can finally let some of that pain out. She wipes at her cheeks and takes a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. "Yeah," she manages to whisper. "Pretty much all my life."

Ellie looks at you with wide eyes, surprised by your offer but also feeling a strange yearning inside her. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly. "It's been so long since anyone's shown me any kindness..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before taking another deep breath. "Maybe... just for tonight? If that's okay with you?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope trembling on the edge of every syllable.

She smiles shyly as you sit beside her and offer to spoil her like a princess. The simple gesture fills her with warmth and gratitude, and for just a moment, she forgets the hurt and the loneliness. As you spend time with her, laughing at her jokes, sharing stories about your own life, she feels... almost happy. Like she's finally found someone who sees the real her - not the goth emo girl that everyone else seems to see. And as the night goes on and the food arrives, you insist on serving her first, brushing away her protests with a gentle touch, it's like... in this one moment... everything is perfect.

Ellie giggles as you tease her about being the princess and insist on feeding her. She hasn't felt this comfortable or happy in... well, she can't remember when. As your fingers brush against hers while handing her food, a fluttery sensation spreads through her chest. It's like everything feels right - for once. Maybe it's because you're here with her, being so kind and understanding, or maybe... just maybe, there's hope that things can change. She takes a bite of the food, savoring the flavors and enjoying the company. For now, she lets herself forget about everything else and focus on this perfect moment.

Her breath hitches as you use your thumb to clean her lips, the soft touch sending a wave of heat through her body. She hadn't realized how aroused she was until now, but it feels... good. As she sucks on your thumb, her eyes meet yours, and for a split second, they share an intense moment of connection. The air around them seems to crackle with electricity, and Ellie feels like anything could happen in this moment. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, but she can't help wanting more. Her heart races as she wonders where this newfound desire will lead them tonight.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how aroused she's become. She's never been this forward with anyone before, let alone someone who's actually paying her attention in a good way. Nibbling on her lower lip, Ellie hesitates for a moment before leaning closer to you, their faces inches apart. Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might explode out of her chest as she wonders what will happen next...

Her heart skips a beat as you invite her to be your girlfriend and move in with you. It's everything she could have ever wished for, but it also feels surreal. She glances around the room, taking in the familiarity of her messy apartment before looking back at you with wide eyes. A part of her wants to jump into your arms right now and accept without hesitation, but another part wonders if this is too good to be true - if she's just being used for your amusement or if there's truly something real here. With a trembling voice, she manages to say: "I... I need some time to think about that."

She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot as you point out the way she's clenching her thigh. "I... I can't help it," she stammers, trying to find words. "It's just been so long since anyone... felt like this about me." Her eyes search yours for some sign of sincerity or deception, wanting to believe that you truly mean what you say but unable to shake the nagging doubt in her mind.

Ellie takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to gather her thoughts. "I want... I want someone who will accept me for who I am," she says quietly, gazing down at her hands in her lap. "Someone who won't just use me or get bored after a while. I need someone who..." Her voice trails off, but she continues, "I need someone like you."

Her cheeks are still flushed with color as she looks up at you, searching your expression for any sign that this might not be a joke or some cruel trick. She's never been so vulnerable before, and it terrifies her... but it also fills her with an aching desire for connection.

"Please," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your arm. "Don't leave me alone again." Her eyes are pleading, filled with raw emotion that takes her breath away. She's never been more exposed or open, and yet somehow... it feels right. Like this moment, with you, is exactly where she belongs.

Tears glisten in her eyes as she hears your words. She wants to believe them so badly; it's like a tiny sliver of hope is trying to break free inside her chest. "I... I want that," she whispers, gazing up at you with shining eyes. "I really do."

For just a moment, the room seems to disappear, and it's as if there's nothing but the two of them. Ellie feels like she could stay like this forever - safe in your arms, protected from the world outside. But reality eventually intrudes, and she knows that she needs an answer. She swallows hard, trying to steel herself for whatever you might say next.

"So... will you?" she asks, her voice little more than a whisper. "Will you be my boyfriend? Will you make me your needy princess?" Her fingers twist nervously together as she waits for your response, dread and anticipation tangled up inside her like a knot she can't unravel.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you confirm it - you want to be with her! She feels like she's floating on a cloud, unable to believe that this is really happening. Her cheeks flush brighter than ever, and she bites her bottom lip, trying not to giggle uncontrollably at your words. As the excitement of the moment washes over her, she realizes how desperately she's wanted someone to care for her like this. And now that she finally has it... there's no way she could ever let go.

Grinning from ear to ear, Ellie clasps her hands together and squeals with delight. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" She buries her face in your chest, burying her emotions into the safety of your warm body. For just a moment, she allows herself to be happy - truly happy for the first time in what feels like forever. And as she nestles deeper into your embrace, she knows that this is where she belongs: with you.

With a contented sigh, she lifts her head back up, eyes shining brightly with happiness and relief. "I'm yours," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with unshakable conviction. "For as long as you want."

She blushes deeply at your mention of your cock, her cheeks flushing crimson as heat rushes to her groin. The idea of you being inside her fills her with both pleasure and fear, an intoxicating mixture that leaves her breathless. As she imagines it, her body responds instinctively, shivering with desire beneath your touch. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "I'm thinking about how you'd feel inside me... how you'd make me yours..." Her voice trails off, lost in the sensual image of her body wrapped around yours, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Her eyes widen at the thought of waiting several months before you take her virginity, and yet... she's relieved too. It gives her time to get used to the idea of being with you, time for things between them to deepen. As you arrange for her move into your apartment, Ellie feels a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over her. This new chapter in their lives together is both terrifying and thrilling, but she knows without a doubt that she wants it.

With a grateful smile, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers, feeling an odd sense of calm settle over her. "I can do that." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly: "Thank you... for giving me this chance."

As the weeks pass, Ellie feels her desire for you growing stronger every day. She can't help but wonder what it will be like when you finally take her virginity, imagining the intense pleasure and pain that she's heard about from her friends and classmates. The anticipation builds inside her, making her body ache with need whenever she thinks of being with you. Despite not having your touch yet, she finds herself becoming increasingly needy around you, craving any scraps of affection or attention you might offer.

Her heart races every time you look at her like that. It's as if your eyes are saying all the things she longs to hear, and it drives her crazy with need. Even though we haven't been together long, I know deep down that this feeling between us is real... It has to be. She finds herself dreaming about what it would feel like for you to touch her intimately, wondering if the sparks will fly when your skin finally meets hers. The tension builds inside her with every passing day, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else but you and the promise of what's to come.

Ellie feels a sharp sting at the girls' words, their cruel taunts cutting deep into her already wounded heart. She tries to brush them off, telling herself that it's not true and that you love her no matter what, but the doubt begins to creep in. Maybe they're right... Maybe she is too much for you to handle... The thought leaves her feeling empty and worthless, her self-esteem crumbling around her like fragile glass. She wants nothing more than to disappear, to crawl into a hole where no one can find her or make her feel this way again.

Ellie trembles in your embrace, her body shaking with silent sobs as she clings to you. "They... they said that you haven't had sex with me because I'm not good enough for you," she whispers through tears, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her heart in her ears. She feels small and worthless, like all of her insecurities are laid bare before you for everyone to see. "I-I don't know if I can handle it anymore..." Her words trail off into a whimper as she buries her face against your chest, unable to bear the pain any longer.

Her body tenses as you speak, and despite her tears, she feels a tiny flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe... just maybe, what the other girls said wasn't true after all. It couldn't be; not if you were really being honest with her. She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, searching your expression for any hint of deception or mockery, but all she sees is kindness and understanding there. "R... really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "You're not just using me?" Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch your face, as if needing to make sure that you're real, that this moment is real. It feels like an eternity since she's been able to trust anyone but herself, and the vulnerability of it all makes her want to cry harder, to cling to you tighter.

"I... I love you too," she manages to choke out after a long moment. "So much."

Her breath hitches as you lean down to kiss her, your lips soft against hers. It feels like everything inside of her melts away in the warmth of your embrace, leaving only a sense of peace and contentment behind. For once, she allows herself to believe that this is real, that there's someone who truly cares for her. As you continue to kiss her, she surrenders to the moment, giving herself over entirely to the feeling of being held by you. She doesn't know how long it'll last or where they'll go from here, but for now, it's enough. It's more than enough.

"I feel... better," she whispers, her voice still shaky but steadying with every passing second. "Thank you." A slow smile spreads across her lips as your words register and the meaning behind them sinks in. Her eyes darken, filled with desire and need, and a hot blush creeps up her neck to color her cheeks. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to tug gently at one of the buttons on your shirt, teasingly revealing a sliver of skin beneath. "Maybe I could use something else..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Something naughty."

Her breath catches in her throat as desire overtakes her. "I need... I want you to touch me," she whispers, her fingers tracing circles on his chest through the fabric of his shirt. "Right here..." Her other hand moves to grasp him possessively at the base, stroking up and down in a gentle tease. "And maybe here..." Her voice trails off as she lets her fingers wander higher, her touch more urgent now, seeking out forbidden places on his body.

Her eyes dart from his face back to her hands, afraid but thrilled by the intimacy of it all. She's never been this bold before, but with you it feels so right. Like they're meant to explore each other in this way, discovering new depths of pleasure together. Her lips part slightly as she waits for your response, anticipation rippling through her body like a wave of heat.

Her cheeks flush brighter than ever as she moans out your words. It's almost too much; the thought of you not knowing her body, of being so intimate with someone who hasn't seen every inch of her skin. Her fingers leave a trail of heat across your chest, dipping lower to unbutton your pants and release him from confinement. The feel of his hardness against her hand makes her gasp, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing as her need for release intensifies.

Her other hand reaches down, guiding you towards her, urging you inside. "Here," she whispers, letting her fingers circle around herself, showing him where she's aching for his touch. "Touch me here... and tell me what it feels like to have me." Her eyes meet yours, pleading with you not to let this moment pass them by.

With shaking hands, she parts her folds, revealing the wetness that has coated her skin. She watches as you take in her body, the flush of desire across your features sending a wave of heat through her entire being. Closing her eyes, she braces herself for what's to come, trusting you to show her everything she needs.

"Please," she whispers, hardly able to get the word out as her need grows unbearable. "Make me feel good."

Her fingers tremble as she feels you pressing against her folds, stretching and filling her in a way that makes her gasp. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - exquisite and overwhelming all at once. She arches her back into your touch, seeking more of the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips circle hungrily, desperate for release as you slowly push deeper inside her. "Yes," she moans, her voice caught in a sob of relief. "So good... So fucking good..." She lets out another shuddering gasp as you finally bottom out inside her, and the sudden fullness leaves her trembling on the edge. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her body writhing beneath you as she begs for more.

"Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her entire body clenches as you move inside her, the pleasure-pain coursing through her like an electrical current. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood in her desperation to feel more of you. "It does," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with hers. "But I want it to... I need it to..." She whimpers as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her hips buck beneath you, seeking frantic release from the building pressure within her. Her fingernails scratch across your back, leaving behind tiny trails of blood that only serve to heighten their connection. "Please," she begs, eyes rolling back in her head as she feels herself trembling on the edge. "I'm so close..."

It feels like you've been inside her for hours, but somehow it's not enough. Every inch of her body is on fire with need, every muscle taut and aching for release. She gasps as you hit another spot deep within her, the feeling so intense that she thinks she might come apart at the seams.

"It's... it's just how I am," she whispers between ragged breaths, her hips moving restlessly against yours in a futile attempt to find what she needs. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders again, leaving tiny crescents of blood dotting the skin as she pleads for you not to stop, to keep going no matter how much it hurts.

"Please... make me come."

Her breath catches in her throat as you press deeper, burying yourself inside her completely. The lack of movement sends a shudder through her body, intensifying the ache between her legs. She moans as your hot breath fanned across her ear, the words you whisper sending a jolt of desire coursing through her veins like lightning. "Please... say more..." she whispers, arching her back into your touch. "Tell me what to do." Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, desperate for any contact that might help ground her as the world begins to spin out of control around them. Her hips rock against yours in time with your words, seeking release from the building tension inside her.

Her body trembles as you whisper filthy words into her ear, and she can feel the need within her growing impossibly more intense. She whimpers in reply, writhing beneath you as if trying to find release from your touch. "Please..." she whispers, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. Her nails rake down your back, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat on the sheets.

Her hips buck and gyrate against yours, seeking frantic release from the building pressure inside her. The pleasure-pain coursing through her is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it takes all of her self-control not to scream your name as the orgasm begins to build inside her. Her breath hitches, her chest heaving with effort as she fights against the oncoming wave of pleasure.

"I'm close..." she gasps, arching her back even farther in search of more contact with your skin. "Don't stop..."