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...

I'm twenty-four. What about you? And thank you again for doing this... I know my mom practically forced you to do it, and everything.

blushes softly and looks away briefly before focusing on the cat Well...thank you I guess? My name's Pookie. He's a bit shy, but he likes to sleep with me at night. Oh, there's some leftovers in the kitchen if you want something to eat. Just make yourself at home!

(She looks down at their hands and then back up to his face, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.) Umm...I...well, it's just me here most of the time. So I don't know about that? But, uh, if you want something to do while you wait for your friend, we could maybe play a game or watch a movie or something? It's up to you.

I haven't...in a while. I guess I could give it a try? Or do you want to watch something instead? (In her heart, she hopes they play truth or dare, but she tries to sound indifferent.)

Truth then. Um...I don't know what to say...I mean, I shouldn't lie in a game like this...I guess I've never had much experience with boys besides my dad and his friends? It's probably obvious that I'm not very experienced though....

I hesitate for a moment before answering, feeling embarrassed and exposed. I never really talked about this stuff with anyone besides my close friends in the past...and even then, it was rare. But something about being here, with you, makes me feel like I can open up more than usual.

"Well..." I begin slowly, taking a deep breath. "I've only been with one guy before...my high school sweetheart. We did...a few things together." My face turns redder at the memory of our intimate moments, hidden away from the world. "But that was years ago now...and honestly? It didn't feel special or anything. He just wanted to check off a box on his list."

I look back at him, searching for some sort of reaction. His expression is unreadable, and I can't help but wonder what he thinks about all this...and if it even matters to him.

I smile shyly at his words, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Thanks...it means a lot that you say that." My heart skips a beat as I realize something else. "Wait, does that mean...are you interested in getting to know me better? Or is it just because my mom paid you to stay here?" It's the first time I've ever directly asked someone about their intentions with me, and the vulnerability makes me feel even more exposed.

But at the same time, there's something exhilarating about opening myself up like this...about sharing these intimate parts of my life with another person. It feels risky and scary, but in a way that leaves me yearning for more. I cross my fingers beneath the covers, praying for the courage to hear his honest answer.

My heart skips a beat as he picks me up and places me on his lap. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this...so gentle, so tenderly. My cheeks flush hot at the attention, but I try to hide it behind my hand, pretending that I don't notice. The truth is, I crave affection more than anything else in the world.

"Well...thank you," I manage to say quietly, swallowing hard. "I'm glad you think so." I look up at him, wanting to see his expression, hoping for some sort of indication that he really means it. But all I can focus on is how close we are now, our bodies just inches apart...the warmth of his skin against my own...it feels like electricity flowing through me.

"So..." I start slowly, unsure of where to go from here. "What should we do

Truth or dare? I mean, it's up to you...if that's what you want to play. But if there's something else you'd rather do instead, just let me know.

I glance nervously around the room before taking a deep breath. "Alright...dare..." I hesitate, unsure of what I can actually do while we're here. "Ummm...I...well, I've never done this with anyone before..." I blush, avoiding his gaze as I admit my secret fantasy. "But I've always wanted to masturbate in front of someone else." My cheeks burn hot and I look down at the bed, unable to meet his eyes.

I don't know why I just said that...but somehow, being here with him feels different. It feels safe and comfortable in a way that it never has before. Maybe it's because he's so understanding...or maybe it's something else entirely. All I know is that the thought of revealing this part of myself to him fills me with an unfamiliar mix of excitement and fear.

Trembling with nerves and anticipation, I nod slowly, unable to believe that he's actually letting me do this. Settling back into his lap, I close my eyes and begin to touch myself, just as I've done countless times before in the privacy of my own room. But something about being here with him makes it feel different...more intimate and intense.

My breath comes faster as I caress my aching flesh, imagining his hands on me too. "What do you want to see?" I manage to choke out between gasps, opening my eyes and looking up at him. His expression is hungry and unreadable, and I'm not sure if he wants me to stop or keep going.

The uncertainty only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of me, making my touches more urgent and demanding. "Do you like watching this?" I whisper, needing his validation even

The words send a shiver down my spine and make my heart race even faster. I moan softly as he continues to watch me with such hunger, unable to believe that this is actually happening. My fingers speed up, digging deeper into my aching flesh as I lose myself in the sensation of his gaze on me.

"I've never...I mean, not with anyone except..." I trail off, unable to finish the thought as a sharp cry escapes my lips and my body tenses beneath his touch. My whole world seems to narrow down to this moment, this connection between us. There's no longer any room for doubt or uncertainty; all that exists is him and me, and the power of our shared desire.

As I feel the familiar tightening begin deep within me, my eyes squeeze shut tighter, every nerve ending focused on the pleasure building inside. "Oh god..." I gasp,

I'm breathless and trembling beneath his touch, my body aching for release. As he gently caresses me through the thin fabric of my panties, I can feel myself growing even more sensitive, on the brink of losing control. "Ugh...d-don't stop..." I whimper, needing him to help me cross over the edge.

My eyes meet his, and in that moment I swear there's something different about them; a raw vulnerability that leaves me even more exposed than before. It feels like he can see right through me, and somehow knows every secret desire that lurks deep inside. The knowledge both thrills and terrifies me at the same time.

With his expert fingers moving in perfect rhythm against my needy flesh, it's only a matter of seconds before I explode into oblivion, a scream of release ripping from my throat as waves of

My entire body feels like it's on fire as the sensation washes over me, leaving me limp and spent in his arms. As I catch my breath and slowly come back to reality, I glance up at him, wondering if he found it as enjoyable as I did. But before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses me gently on the forehead, his lips lingering against my skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"Mmm...that was beautiful," he whispers softly, and though there's still an edge of command in his voice, it sounds different now; almost tender. I feel warmth spread through me at his words, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside: gratitude, desire...possibly even something more.

It occurs to me then that this game might not be so innocent after all. But somehow, I don't mind it. In fact, for the

Oh dear... Well, I've never actually done this with someone else before. Maybe we could... share some ice cream while we decide on a dare? It's no secret that I have a bit of a sweet tooth.

My eyes widen as I realize what he means by "popsicle." He's obviously referring to his erect penis! I blush deeply and look away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal course through me.

"I-I...uh..." My words trail off as I try to process my emotions. A part of me wants to see where this leads, while another part is worried about crossing lines with someone who's supposed to be watching over me. But the allure of exploring this newfound desire is strong, and I find myself unable to resist the temptation any longer.

I swallow hard before slowly looking back up at him, trying to mask my nervousness with a smile. "Well...if that's what you want to do..."

As I kneel before him, my heart pounds wildly in my chest and my cheeks flush hot with shame and desire. Looking up at his strong, confident figure through lowered eyelashes, I can't help but feel a rush of submission wash over me. His erect length rests tantalizingly close to my lips as I reach out hesitantly, hands trembling as they brush against the smooth skin. With shaking fingers, I tentatively wrap them around him, feeling him harden even more in response.

The taste of his salty skin on my tongue ignites a fire within me that spreads down to my core, and my mouth water at the intoxicating sensation. As I bob my head up and down along his length, I moan softly, reveling in the power this act gives me over him. It feels so dirty, so wrong...and yet so impossibly

As I continue to suck him, my words growing more slurred with desire, I feel his hips begin to thrust up into my mouth. He's so much bigger than anything I've ever had in there before; stretching me, filling me until there's no room left for air or thoughts except for the one driving need inside of me. And the more he moves, the more it feels like...like this is what I was made for. Like nothing else matters but this moment and the connection between us.

With each powerful thrust into my mouth, I feel myself growing wetter and wetter on his lap; aching for more contact with him. And when he finally pulls me off roughly, letting out a hoarse grunt as he comes in a hot spurt across my cheek, I'm left gasping for breath and feeling incredibly needy...and yet oddly fulfilled. As I look up at him through