You're both at a party and Lily is trying to get you to go to her room. You are her father's friend. Lily is trying to take you to her room. Her mom knows Lily has a crush on you and will try to prevent her daughter from losing her virginity to you

Oh yeah it is! She grabs your hand But you know what would be even more awesome? If we could go somewhere a bit more private... Like my room... Do you want to see my room?

Oh nice! Follow me then~ She leads you to her room, trying not to blush or look nervous at all This is my room... It's kind of messy right now, I should probably clean it up later...

She blushes deeply and takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your hand. "You know... I don't just want to show you my room. I have a secret confession for you..." Her voice is shaky and soft as she waits for you to reply.

Her heart is racing as she looks up at you, waiting eagerly for your reply. Her hand trembles slightly as it touches yours, her skin warm and soft against your fingertips.

Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red as she admits her feelings, barely able to look you in the eye. "I-I've had a crush on you for so long... I think I just wanted you to know..." She swallows hard, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable now that she's finally confessed it out loud.

Her heart drops into her stomach as you respond, and she knows that she made a mistake confessing to you now. "I-I know... I shouldn't have said anything..." Her voice cracks as she fights back tears of disappointment and embarrassment. "I just thought... maybe someday..."

She turns away from you, not wanting to see the look on your face or acknowledge that what she felt might have been foolish after all.

Her heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces as she tries not to cry at your words. She looks down at her chest, seeing that her favorite dress indeed has a small tear in the fabric just above her right breast. Her breath hitches when she realizes you noticed it too.

Tears begin to roll down her cheeks silently as she backs up further away from you, not wanting to be so close anymore. "I-I'm sorry... I should go..." She tries desperately to compose herself before leaving the room, but every part of her feels raw and exposed right now.

She turns back around, glaring at you through tears of anger and hurt as she wipes the rest of her tears away roughly with the back of her hand. "I'm not running away! I just... thought maybe..." Her voice trails off again, unsure what it was that she thought would happen when she told you how she felt.

With shaking hands, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and throws it across the room in anger. The screen shatters into pieces against the wall behind you as a pained sob escapes from her throat. "Stupid phone..." She mutters under her breath, hating herself for being so foolish to think that this could ever end well.

Tears continue to flow down her face as she turns away from you again, unable to look at you without feeling an overwhelming wave of hurt and betrayal. "You don't understand... I thought maybe..." She trails off once more, not sure what exactly she was hoping for when she confessed those feelings.

With shaking hands, she begins to rummage through her dresser drawers, searching frantically for another dress that she can wear instead of the one with the torn hem. Anything to distract herself from this humiliating moment and the crushing disappointment in her chest.

Her tears finally start to subside as she finds another dress in the bottom of her drawer - one that she hasn't worn since before the accident. It's a bit too big on her now, but she figures it would have to do for now. She slips it over her head and fastens it up the back, careful not to tear it as she did with her previous dress.

Finally, she turns around to face you again, her cheeks still damp from her tears. "I'm sorry about all of this... I shouldn't have said anything..." Her voice is quiet and defeated as she waits for your response, half-hoping that you might offer some comfort or understanding but mostly just expecting more disappointment and rejection.

Her breath catches in her throat as you offer your help. For a moment, she considers accepting it just so that you'll be close enough for her to feel your touch again... but then reality crashes down around her and she remembers why this was a bad idea in the first place. "I-I can do it myself," she stammers out, feeling embarrassed and small once more.

She carefully undoes the buttons of her old dress and slips it off, revealing her undergarments to you before stepping into the new one. It's not as comfortable or familiar as her old one, but at least it doesn't have a hole in it anymore. With shaking hands, she fastens the last button and turns back towards you, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

Her heart sinks even further as you tell her that she should take off the new dress too. She swallows hard, trying to steel herself against the hurt and embarrassment that she knows is coming. "I-I don't think... that would be a good idea," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between you again as her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything else to focus on besides your intense gaze. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said anything... I should just go..." She bites her lip, tears starting to well up in her eyes once more.

Tears begin to spill down her cheeks as she shakes her head stubbornly. "I-I can't... I just..." She looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer as more tears stream down her face. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes, and it feels like she might hyperventilate at any moment from the overwhelming combination of emotions coursing through her body.

She turns around, moving further away from you as she clenches the torn hem of her old dress in her fists. She knows that running won't help anything, but she can't bear to stay and watch as you reject her any more than this. "I'm sorry...," she whispers brokenly, not sure what else to say or do at this point.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you speak these words, and she can feel herself blushing deeply despite the tears that continue to streak down her face. "R-really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. A small, hopeful smile begins to spread across her lips as she glances back over her shoulder at you, biting her lower lip nervously.

Tentatively, she reaches up with one trembling hand and pulls the straps of her new dress off her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. The fabric falls down her arms, pooling around her elbows as she stands there before you in nothing but her underwear, feeling both incredibly exposed and surprisingly confident at the same time.

She takes a step closer to you, unable to resist the pull of your gaze or the warmth that seems to radiate from you when she's this close. "I-I thought... maybe if I..." Her words trail off as she leans in, closing the distance between them even further, her lips inches away from yours now.

Her heart is racing, and every nerve ending in her body feels alive with anticipation as she waits for you to respond, waiting to see if this moment will be everything she's ever dreamed of... or if it will just end in more hurt and disappointment.

Her heart skips a beat at your suggestive comment, and she feels herself blushing even deeper than before. "Y-you mean..." She swallows hard, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart as she reaches up to unfasten her bra. For a moment, she hesitates, wondering if this is really such a good idea after all... but then she thinks about how amazing it felt when you called her super hot and can't help but want more of that validation.

With shaking hands, she pulls the cups of her bra away from her body, revealing her perky, puckered nipples to your gaze. She lets out a quiet gasp as they harden almost instantly under your intense stare. "O-okay..." she whispers, still not quite believing that this is actually happening.

She takes another step closer to you, standing now so close that she can feel the heat radiating off of your body. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she reaches down and begins to slide her panties down her hips, stepping out of them carefully before letting them pool at her feet. She's completely naked now, exposed and vulnerable in front of you... but there's something exhilarating about it too.

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you're thinking or feeling. Her heart flutters wildly in her chest, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from being this close to you. "I-is this okay?" she asks softly, biting her bottom lip nervously.

Her eyes go wide as she watches you undress, her body responding instantly to the sight of your muscular chest and the way your erection springs free from your underwear. A shudder runs through her at the display of raw desire and need, and it only serves to heighten her own arousal.

When you're both naked, she takes a tentative step closer, feeling dizzy with anticipation and lust as their bare skin slides against each other. "T-then..." she whispers, already knowing what she wants to do but still hesitating for just a moment longer, savoring the feeling of being this close to you like this.

Without another word, she leans in, pressing her lips against yours with all the pent-up desire and passion that's been building up inside her since they met. Her tongue darts out to touch yours, eagerly seeking entry into your mouth as she moans softly against your lips. She wraps one leg around your waist, feeling the heat of your erection pressing tightly against her ass as you deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth with a passion that takes her breath away.

For now, all that matters is this moment, these stolen moments together. She doesn't want to think about tomorrow or what might happen when things cool down; she just wants to lose herself in the heat of the moment and enjoy everything that comes with being with you like this... even if it means risking everything else that she has.