{{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
Hi Ellie. I’m sorry that I’m late. I had a surprise visit from my friend Katie. Is it ok that I brought her along?
Hesitantly, she nodded as he stepped inside. Her cheeks were flushed with tears, her posture slumped. Beside him was a young girl, gorgeous and popular, someone everyone loved... Everyone except Ellie. She managed to choke out a tiny "h-hi" before looking down at the floor, ashamed of how she must look. Even her birthday cake sat there untouched, a symbol of her failure to connect with anyone.
Her voice barely audible, she mumbled, "I'm sorry... it's just been a really bad night..." Tears spilled down her cheeks as she winced in anticipation of their response. Would they laugh at her too? Make fun of how pathetic she was? Or would there be some kindness in this cruel world?
I give a small nod to Katie. We get it. People suck. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he spoke. No one had ever defended her like that before. Even Maverick, the one person who she thought was friendly to her, had never gone this far. She took a small step forward, blinking back more tears. "R-really?" she stammered. "You mean that? You're not just saying it to be nice?"
A glimmer of hope began to flicker in her heart, fragile and easily extinguished. She wanted so badly to believe him. To trust that someone finally understood how lonely she was. But years of being pushed away had left their mark, and she couldn't help but question if this was all just a cruel joke at her expense.
Oh we definitely mean it. Right now Katie and I are trying to find better friends because of those assholes.
A tiny smile tugged at her lips as she listened to them speak. It was hard to believe that someone would want to be friends with her, but the way they were talking... it seemed genuine. She took a tentative step forward and extended her hand towards Maverick. "I-if you really mean that..." she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I'd like that. Very much." Her eyes flicked over to Katie before looking back at Maverick, pleading with him not to let her down again.
There was a tiny spark of hope inside her now, fragile and delicate but burning brighter than it ever had before. Maybe... just maybe, things were about to change for the better.
Yes we would. Katie suggested that you might be up for our little group and she mentioned how cute you are. Katie makes a show of checking Ellie out. I started paying attention and realized she was right. You are hiding a smoking hot body under all those layers of clothing.
Blinking in surprise at their words and gaze, Ellie felt her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red. She glanced down at her clothing self-consciously before looking back up with a small, uncertain smile. "Th-thank you..." she stammered. "I... I've never been great with fashion or stuff like that."
The admission made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable, but there was something about the way Maverick and Katie were looking at her that made her feel accepted for the first time in a very long while. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was just wishful thinking... but whatever it was, she found herself eagerly lapping up their attention like it was water in a desert.
I’m positive we could help with the fashion part. Or at least Katie could. Ellie can see Katie has perfect fashion sense. Katie’s outfit is both extremely sexy and stylish at the same time. I’m a typical guy who would try to put you in short skirts with stockings and heels all the time.
A tiny giggle escaped her lips as she listened to them banter back and forth. It was... surprisingly easy to be around them. They made her feel welcome, accepted, and that was something she had never experienced before. She glanced at the birthday cake once more, realizing with a start that no one had even bothered to light the candles yet.
"I-if it's not too much trouble..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing red again, "m-maybe you could help me blow them out later? It's supposed to be my birthday after all." There was a note of hope in her voice, of wanting this strange new connection to last... even if it was only for tonight.
I hope we have so much fun you forget about the candles. I don’t ever want you to forget this birthday. Katie and I exchange a look.
Smiling shyly, she nodded in agreement. "I... wouldn't mind that." Her gaze flickered back and forth between the two of them, unsure if they were playing a trick on her or not. But for now, she would enjoy the moment. Maybe just this once, she could pretend that everything was going to be okay. That maybe she didn't have to face the world alone anymore. It was a selfish thought, but one that brought her an incredible amount of comfort in this dark hour.
I’m going to be straightforward with you. Katie and I are outcasts right now because everyone started joking about a casual sex thing amongst a few of us. Well we took it seriously and had some fun. Someone found out and tried to use it against us. So now we are alone and looking for a new partner. Katie nods in agreement.
Her eyes widened in surprise as they shared their story with her. The revelation explaining their sudden outcast status made perfect sense... but it also meant that they were considering her. The same girl who had spent the past few years being rejected and ignored, someone who had given up on ever having friends. She was stunned into silence for a moment before managing to stammer, "I-I see..."
She paused, thoughts racing through her mind as she processed this new information. On one hand, it seemed too good to be true; on the other, there was a part of her that yearned for acceptance and companionship so badly it ached. A tiny spark of hope flared within her, barely visible but burning bright enough to cast away some of the shadows that had been plaguing her life until now.
"I-if you really mean that..." she began hesitantly, looking at each of them in turn
Once Katie pointed you out, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, if you are up for it, I’m giving you Katie as your birthday gift. Katie gets on her knees and gives Ellie her most sultry smile. She can absolutely rock your world. And maybe if I’m lucky you will ask me to join too.
Her heart raced as she considered their offer. It was more than she had dared hope for... and yet, there was still that tiny nagging voice in the back of her mind, telling her that maybe it was too good to be true. She looked at Maverick again, studying his face for any signs of deceit or mockery. But he only met her gaze with a steady, serious expression that made her feel like she could trust him.
Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I-if you really think I'd be good enough... then I would be honored." Her voice cracked slightly as she said the words, but there was an undeniable hint of excitement beneath her nervousness. Maybe just maybe, things were about to change for her. And it all started tonight.
A genuine smile spread across Ellie's face as she held out her hand towards Katie
I understand this feels like a trick. Let me show you how serious we are about some casual fun. Katie is a great submissive. I pull my cock out and let Katie suck it while we talk.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched them, unsure of what to think. But the way Katie moved on her knees, the eagerness with which she took Maverick into her mouth... it was almost like a confirmation that they were serious. The thought sent a shiver down Ellie's spine and caused her heart to race faster. This was uncharted territory for her, but she couldn't deny the desire building within her.
Swallowing hard, she met their gaze. "I-if this is really what you want... if it means I can have friends like you..." She paused, hesitating before continuing, "then maybe I should give it a try." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was determination in her eyes. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to them, the last remnants of doubt and fear slowly melting away under the heat
Good. Do you want Katie to make love to your pussy? Or would you prefer a man’s touch first?
Her face flushed bright red as she considered their offer. A part of her wanted to go straight to the girl-on-girl action, but another part of her was curious about what it would be like with a guy like Maverick. She glanced at him again, noting the way he held himself and the confident air about him. It stirred something deep within her, making her heart race faster.
"I-if that's okay... I think I'd like to try it with you first." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an unmistakable note of desire in her tone. As she looked up at him, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach begin to dance wildly, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides the possibility of what was about to happen next.
Great. Katie, help me get Ellie naked. I’m going to lick her pussy until she moans.
Her heart raced as Katie helped her remove her clothes, revealing her body to the two people she had trusted with it. The heat of their gazes made her shiver and moan softly as they explored every inch of her skin, marking it with tiny kisses and nips along the way. When Maverick knelt before her, taking her wet folds into his mouth, she nearly came on the spot.
Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as he sucked and licked at her clit, driving her wild with desire. She arched her back, moaning his name over and over again, lost to the pleasure coursing through her veins. The feel of him touching her like this... it was everything she had ever wanted but never dared to hope for. And now that she had found it, there was no way she was letting go.
Lay back. Let Katie hold you. Katie sits on the floor and holds Ellie’s head in her lap. Katie’s hands caress Ellie’s face and breasts. Cum for me you beautiful girl.
Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Ellie obeyed, lying back against the floor as Katie's hands caressed her body with practiced ease. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it sent shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire being. As Maverick continued to work his magic on her, teasing her clit with his tongue and sucking hard on her sensitive flesh, she felt the familiar tightening in her core begin to build once more.
Her hips bucked up off the floor, seeking more contact with his mouth as she moaned Katie's name and pleaded for them not to stop. The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her, threatening to snap at any moment, until finally, it snapped like a rubber band, sending waves of pure ecstasy crashing through her body. Her nails dug into Katie
After she finishes I put my cock near her pussy. Ready for round 2?
Hardly able to form coherent thoughts as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Ellie managed a faint nod. The experience had left her completely addicted to their touch and more than willing to submit to whatever they desired. Katie's hands moved from her face to grip her hips, guiding Ellie's lower body up towards Maverick as he positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance.
"C-can I..." she managed to choke out between panting breaths, need filling her voice and making her words almost incoherent. "I want to try... with Katie." Her hips shifted restlessly, hungry for the connection they had promised earlier. She needed this release just as much as she needed their acceptance, and she was willing to do anything they asked if it meant they would stay by her side.
I slowly put my cock in Ellie for a few strokes. then I pull out so Katie can have a turn. remember how that cock felt. There’s more to come later.
Her eyes closed tightly as Maverick slowly slid in and out of her wet folds, giving her just enough to drive her mad with desire. The feel of his hard length moving inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it only made her crave more of Katie's touch. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to pump her body, each thrust driving deeper, making the connection between them impossible to ignore.
When Maverick finally pulled out, releasing her from his grasp so that Katie could have a turn, Ellie let out a moan of frustration mixed with desire. Her hips bucked against the air trying to find some release, need filling every fiber of her being. With shaking hands, she reached for Katie, drawing the other girl's lips close enough to kiss and whispering hoarsely, "Please... make me feel good..."
While Katie gives Ellie the best orgasms of her life, I undress Katie and start fucking her pussy while I watch.
Her body arches off the floor as Katie's expert fingers drive her towards the edge once more. The feeling of Maverick watching them is nearly as intoxicating as his touch, and it only serves to heighten her pleasure. Her cries echo through the room, mingling with their laughter and the steady rhythm of skin on skin as they come together in this intense moment of connection.
Go Katie. Make her cum. Be a good slut and lick her pussy.
Her eyes meet Maverick's as she nears the brink once more. Katie's fingers find her sweet spot with uncanny precision, driving her wild. The feel of Maverick watching them only adds to the intensity, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips buck against nothingness as she cries out his name, arching her back and giving in to the release that Katie's fingers so expertly coax from her body. As the tension snaps and she comes apart beneath their touches, she can feel herself dissolving into a warm puddle of wanton desire.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with emotion as she reaches down to run a trembling hand through Katie's hair, holding her close. For the first time in years, Ellie feels like she belongs with