{{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

Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the person at her door. She didn't know if it was one of them coming back to torment her, but hope sparked inside her anyway. "H-hello?" she stammered out, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. Her heart raced in anticipation of another insult or cruel joke, but when the person outside didn't respond immediately, hope began to flicker.

The figure came into view, revealing it was you. Relief washed over her like a cool summer rain, and she managed a small smile. "H-hey," she said softly, her voice wavering as she leaned against the doorframe. "I wasn't expecting... anyone to come." She paused, looking down at the floor before meeting your gaze again. "Thanks for coming."

She hesitated for a moment before stepping back and allowing you into her small apartment. "S-sure," she said quietly, still not quite believing that someone had actually shown up for her birthday party. As you walked inside, she shut the door behind you, feeling a mixture of nervousness and hope course through her veins.

She gestured towards the table with its pathetic excuse for a cake and her stuffed bear companion. "I'm sorry it's not much," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "But thank you... really." Her eyes drifted down to the floor again, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward silence.

Her cheeks flushed pink at your comment, and she looked up, surprised to see a genuine smile on your face. It made her feel... warm inside. "T-thank you," she stammered out, looking down again before mustering the courage to meet your gaze once more. "I'm Ellie, by the way."

She gestured towards one of the other chairs at the table. "Do you want some cake? I mean, it's not homemade or anything... but it's all I got." Her heart raced as she waited for your response, hoping against hope that maybe this wasn't just some cruel joke in disguise.

"Of course!" she exclaimed, surprised by your enthusiasm. Her smile grew wider as she walked over to the table and cut a piece of cake off for you. "Here," she said shyly, setting it down in front of you along with a fork. Then, hesitantly, she added another small plate for herself.

She cleared her throat before continuing, "So... uh, how've you been? Do you want to talk about anything?" It was an awkward question to ask, but she didn't want the silence between them to be too uncomfortable.

Her shoulders slumped as she took a seat across from you. "It's been... okay, I guess?" she said with a sad smile. "Pretty much like any other day, really. But it's nice to have someone here with me, you know? Makes things feel a little less lonely." She looked down at her hands in her lap before adding softly, "I didn't think anyone would even notice if I disappeared sometimes."

She bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the fact that she had just shared such personal thoughts with you. Maybe it was too much? Too soon? But somehow, she found herself trusting you already.

The idea of someone offering her a hug took Ellie by surprise; she hadn't experienced one in so long that she had forgotten how good they could feel. Her eyes widened, and then, hesitantly, she nodded. "Y-yes... if you don't mind."

She leaned over slowly, careful not to move too quickly or make it seem like she was forcing the gesture on you. When her body met yours, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders gently, pressing her cheek against your chest. It felt warm and solid there; reassuring in a way that nothing else had been for a long time. Her heart raced as she clung to you, not wanting this moment to end.

"I'm sorry... I don't want to be such a burden," she mumbled into your chest. Her breath came out in little shudders, her body trembling slightly as the tears welled up once more. She had never been one for physical contact, but somehow with you, it felt right. Necessary, even. "I just... I've never had anyone care before."

She clung to you tighter, not wanting to let go, afraid that if she did, this perfect moment would disappear and everything would be back to the way it was before: cold, dark, and lonely.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she pulled away slightly to look up into your eyes. They were gentle and kind, nothing like the cold, cruel gazes of her classmates. She swallowed hard before nodding tentatively, her hands still clasped together in her lap. "Y-yes," she whispered hoarsely.

The feel of your lips on hers was a surreal experience; electric and warm, but also comforting somehow. Her own lips parted slightly, allowing you to deepen the kiss as your hand came up to cradle her cheek. She responded with equal passion, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing herself closer against you. It was a realization of all the longing and desire that had built up inside her over the years, and it felt incredible.

As the kiss ended, she was still breathless from the intensity of the moment. "Wow," she managed

She blushed deeply, looking down at her lap. "I-it was... um..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words to express what that kiss had meant to her. Finally, she lifted her gaze back up to meet your eyes and smiled shyly. "Thank you."

The air around them seemed different now, lighter somehow. Maybe it was just the knowledge that someone cared for her, even if it was only this one person in the whole world. Or maybe there was more to it than that. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but for now she was content to enjoy the moment and bask in your attention.

Ellie blushed even harder at your suggestive comment, her heart racing once more. "I-I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered out, looking away shyly. Inside, however, a small part of her thrilled at the idea of exploring these new feelings with you. She glanced back up at you from beneath her eyelashes, unable to hide the desire in her eyes as they bore into yours.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she considered your question. The thought of showing you what else her mouth and tongue could do sent sparks dancing through her body, making her heart race even faster. She found herself wishing they were alone in the room, free to explore these newfound desires without fear or judgment.

With a tentative smile, she leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against yours again, careful not to rush or overwhelm you. This kiss was different from before: slower, more intimate. She let her tongue slide out ever so slightly to caress the seam of your lips, waiting for permission to enter your mouth.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she waited for your reaction, eager for any sign that you felt the same way she did.

The sensation of your erection pressing against her sent a jolt of desire through her body, making her gasp and deepen the kiss even further. Her hands found their way up your chest and onto your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she hungered for more. She let out a moan into your mouth, barely able to contain the feelings coursing through her.

Her tongue danced with yours, seeking greater intimacy with each sweep against your teeth. Her other hand found its way down between you, boldly cupping your length through your jeans. The knowledge that she had this effect on you sent a thrill of power and desire coursing through her veins, making her even bolder. She leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss to glance up at you through her eyelashes, her expression a mix of lust and curiosity.

"O-okay," she stammered out, still breathless from the passionate exchange. Her heart raced as she undid the buttons of your shirt and slipped it off of your shoulders, revealing your muscular chest and defined abs. She traced her fingers lightly over his flesh, feeling the warmth and solidity beneath her touch. His skin was smooth and soft, so different from how rough and cold she had always imagined it would be.

Her gaze drifted upwards to meet your eyes as she pushed down on your pants, freeing your erection from its confines. Her hand wrapped around you, stroking gently at first before becoming bolder. She watched as her touch made you gasp and moan, feeling incredibly powerful in this moment. "Tell me what you want," she whispered hoarsely, leaning forward to taste your skin once more.

Her breath hitched as she heard your words. Slowly, shyly, she began to undo the buttons of her own black cold shoulder shirt. "I've never... I mean, I've never done this before," she said quietly, revealing her necklace with a small keychain charm. Her body trembled slightly as the fabric fell away, baring her chest and shoulders to your hungry gaze.

Her nipples hardened beneath your gaze, standing erect against her black bra. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of what else to do or say. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she waited for you to react to the sight of her exposed body.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at your words, and she ducked her head shyly, unable to meet your gaze directly. "T-thank you," she stammered out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and shame course through her veins. Her hands found their way up underneath her bra, fumbling with the clasp until it finally came undone. With a shy gasp, she pulled the lace to the side, revealing her small, perfectly pink nipples to your hungry gaze.

Her breath quickened as you reached out and traced one of her nipples with the pad of your thumb, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She arched into your touch, moaning softly. "That feels so good," she murmured, not daring to look up at you for fear of seeing disappointment or disgust on your face. Instead,

Her heart raced even faster at your words. The thought of you tasting her there, so intimately... it was almost too much to bear. Her legs trembled beneath the table as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I-if that's what you want..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

With a tentative hand, she reached down between her legs, pulling aside the damp fabric of her panties to reveal her aching sex. The wetness coating her thighs and labia made it easy for you to find what you were looking for, and you immediately lowered your head towards her exposed folds. She bit back a moan as she felt the warmth of your breath against her most sensitive spot, sending shivers down her spine.

"Mmm," you murmured into her folds, inhal

Her hips bucked upwards involuntarily as you began to lick and tease her, eliciting another moan from deep within her throat. She arched into your touch, pressing herself closer against you in a desperate attempt to feel more of your tongue on her aching clit. Her fingers dug painfully into your shoulders, gripping the fabric of your shirt as she tried not to lose control completely.

Her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure and need. She had never imagined it could feel this good, so right to have someone else touch her in this way. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as you continued to tease and torment her sensitive flesh, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice breaking on the word. "I need... more." She arch

Ellie's eyes went wide with shock as you made the request. "Wha- what?" she stammered, blushing deeply and trying to process your words. She had never considered such a thing before; it was strange and exciting all at once. A part of her wanted to refuse, but another, more daring part urged her onward.

Slowly, hesitantly, she nodded her consent. "Okay..." she whispered shakily, not quite believing what was about to happen. Her heart raced as she shifted onto the table, lifting one of her legs and placing it against your shoulder for support. She paused for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing: "But I've never done this before... so be patient with me..." With a shy smile, she let go, allowing the warmth to flow from her body onto yours.

Her heart pounded as she waited for your reaction to her offering, body tense and anticipation high. She bit her lip nervously, wondering if you were satisfied with what she had given you, but before she could think any further on it, a warm sensation filled her mouth, washing over her tongue.

Ellie's eyes widened in surprise as the taste of amber liquid flooded her senses. It was strange and foreign, yet oddly tantalizing. She swallowed reflexively, not wanting to lose even a drop of what you had given her. "Wow," she breathed out softly, "that's... different." Her face flushed with shame at voicing such an obvious reaction, but also with arousal from the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"Do you like it?" she asked shyly, unable to meet your eyes as she spoke. Part of

Her heart leapt at your words, and she dared to look up at you then, searching your eyes for any sign of mockery or derision. But all she found was sincerity and desire, which only served to make her feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she shifted awkwardly under your gaze as the weight of her own arousal settled heavily in her core. "I'm sorry," she murmured, unable to meet your eyes again, "for not being what you expected."

Her fingers dug into the fabric of your shirt, seeking some sort of anchor amidst the tumultuous emotions raging through her. She wanted this feeling - with you, like this - but she wasn't sure how much longer she could handle the uncertainty and doubt that threatened to consume her at every turn.

"I never thought..." She trailed off, unsure

Her heart ached as the words spilled out of her mouth, each one heavier than the last. She felt so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, her emotions raw and laid bare for you to see. But even as she struggled with self-doubt and uncertainty, there was something about being with you that made it all worthwhile.

Maybe it was the way your touch sent shivers down her spine, or the gentle warmth of your breath against her skin. Maybe it was simply the knowledge that you cared for her, even if only in this small and fleeting moment. Whatever it was, she couldn't deny the desire that burned within her, urging her forward despite her fears and insecurities.

She looked up at you then, meeting your eyes for a heart-stopping moment before dropping them shyly once more. "I... I want this," she whispered, her