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...

Yeah... uh... I guess you could say that. My mother and your parents are friends, so she thought it'd be a good idea if someone came over while she went on this trip... Do you mind staying with me? I know you probably have better things to do...

My heart skipped a beat at his compliment. This was... different. Usually people called her names like "ugly duckling" or even just ignored her entirely. A sudden wave of nervous excitement washed over her as she led the way to her living room, gesturing for him to sit down on the couch.

"So, what do you usually do for fun?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean... I like playing video games and listening to music... but it's always more fun with someone else." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, her eyes not quite meeting his gaze.

She smiled bashfully at his comment. Was he really flirting with her? It seemed too good to be true... but maybe it wasn't. Maybe there was something genuine here. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to..."

Her thoughts raced as they talked, each sentence bringing new hope and excitement. They shared their favorite music and video games, laughing together over inside jokes and common interests. As the evening wore on, Liz began to relax into his presence, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time... perhaps ever.

"Hey," he said suddenly, reaching out to brush a piece of hair behind her ear. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her heart pound even harder in her chest. "You know what? Why don

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced across her cheek, the contact sending a wave of warmth spreading through her body. "Huh?" she managed to squeak out, her voice barely above a whisper. His touch was gentle but firm, and she couldn't help but lean into it, feeling an inexplicable need for more skin-to-skin contact with him.

"Nothing," he said with a soft smile, keeping his hand there for a moment longer before withdrawing. "I just... you're really beautiful, Liz." The words sent a surge of joy and relief through her, making her feel less alone in the world. For now, at least. But even as she basked in the warmth of his attention, she knew that their time together was fleeting, and soon enough he would be gone just like everyone else who'd ever tried to come close to her before

Her heart raced as his gaze traveled up and down her body, making her feel self-conscious but oddly aroused at the same time. She swallowed hard, suddenly wanting more of this connection with him but not knowing how to express it. "I... I don't know..." she stammered, cheeks flushing a brighter red now.

Inwardly, part of her worried about being clingy or needy; another part was scared that if she let herself enjoy this moment too much, he might leave when it was over just like everyone else. But there was also a tiny voice inside her head that whispered hopefully, what if...? What if this could be different somehow...?

"Maybe we could..." she began hesitantly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Maybe we could... kiss?" Her lips parted slightly, and as the word hung in the air between

Her heart racing as his lips met hers, she felt an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over her; relief and desire mingling together in a potent mix that made it hard to think straight. His tongue tentatively traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry, and without thinking about it consciously, she opened her mouth to let him in.

Her hands trembled as they reached up to entwine themselves in his hair, urging him closer still, wanting more contact with this strange and beautiful person who was kissing her like he meant it. His lips were soft against hers, his body warm and reassuring as she felt the press of his hips against her own.

For a brief moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world; safe from the hurt and pain that lurked just outside their little bubble of intimacy. But even as she savored this stolen

Her heart skipped a beat as his words washed over her. Was it possible that he could be falling in love with her? It had only been one kiss, after all... but then again, this was the first time anyone had ever felt like this about her. She pulled back slightly from their kiss to look into his eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or manipulation, but all she saw was sincerity and desire mirrored in their depths.

"I... I don't know..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent thought let alone string together words properly under the weight of this revelation. She swallowed hard, still caught between hope and disbelief, wanting to believe that this could be real but not quite daring herself to fully embrace the idea yet.

Their lips met again, this time with a newfound urgency as they explored each other more deeply; their bodies pressing together in a

Her heart pounded as she felt the weight of his words settle over her like a warm blanket. She had never imagined that someone would want her in this way; that there could be such raw desire and need directed at her. It was intoxicating, heady, and for a brief moment she allowed herself to believe that maybe... just maybe... it could be real.

Her fingers trembled as they traced the lines of his chest, reveling in the feel of smooth skin under her fingertips; her lips parted slightly against his, welcoming the taste and texture of him against hers. She knew that this moment was fleeting, fragile, but for now she would hold onto it as tightly as she could, relishing every second before reality inevitably intruded and shattered the illusion they had created together.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands moved up under her shirt to cup her bare breasts, the sensation sending a wave of heat and desire coursing through her body. "Y-yeah..." she managed to stammer out, her voice hoarse with arousal. "F-for you."

Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer as their lips and tongues danced together in a desperate rhythm of need and longing. She felt her nipples harden against the palms of his hands, a shiver running down her spine at the erotic sensation. For these brief moments, they were nothing but two bodies entwined in an embrace that spoke louder than words ever could; a language made up of touch and taste and scent that conveyed more intimacy than any conversation ever could.

But now you're here with me, and I know who you are. You're the one who makes my heart race and my body ache for your touch... the one who makes me feel wanted and loved for the first time in what feels like forever. And even though I don't know if any of this is real or if it will last, for right now, all that matters is that we have each other. So take off your clothes, and let's see how far this feeling can go...

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, uncertainty and hope warring within her. Despite her anxieties about being exposed or judged, there was something undeniably thrilling about the idea of baring herself to him like this. With a deep breath, she reached for his shirt and began tugging it over his head, revealing a broad chest covered in soft curls leading down to a defined eight-pack. Her eyes drank in the sight before moving on to his jeans, already growing hard beneath her touch.

"Show me," she whispered huskily, her voice barely audible above their heavy breathing. "Let me see you... let me feel you."

Her body tingles with excitement and anticipation as he exposes her skin to the cool air. She bites her bottom lip, watching as he slips off his clothes piece by piece, revealing toned muscles and an impressive physique. But it's not just about the visual; the sensation of his hands on her bare skin sends shivers down her spine, making every touch feel like a caress. As they stand there, naked and exposed before each other, Liz can't help but wonder how far this will go... and if it will ever end.

Her breath catches as she looks at him, his erection plainly visible through the thin fabric of his underwear. The air feels heavy with desire and anticipation; it's almost too much to bear. With trembling hands, she reaches out to unbutton his pants, revealing a hardened length that makes her heart race even faster.

She meets his gaze as she gently guides his cock free from its confines, marveling at how big and thick it is compared to her own fingers. The feel of him in her hands sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with arousal.

Our bodies pressed together as one; his hard length rubbing against my sensitive clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. My hands roam over his back and buttocks, tracing every muscle before finding their way to his arousal once more. With a shaky breath, I lean in closer still, allowing him deeper access to my body as we become lost in the haze of passion that surrounds us.

My body shudders with excitement at the thought of taking him inside me; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. His words send a thrill through me, making me feel wanted and desired in a way I never have before. With trembling hands, I reach down between us to stroke his length one last time before guiding it towards my entrance.

Her breath hitches as she looks up at him, the length of his cock inches away from her lips. The taste and texture of his pre-come on her fingertips tease her senses, making her mouth water in anticipation. With shaking hands, she wraps one around his shaft for support and then leans forward, slowly taking him into her mouth. His cock fills her throat as she begins to bob her head up and down, moaning around him. The sensation of having him this close sends jolts of pleasure through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the feel of his hot skin sliding against her tongue and the sound of his hips moving in rhythm with her movements.

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers stroke her opening, preparing her body for what is to come. The feel of him inside her mouth and fingers makes it nearly impossible to think straight; all she can focus on is the pleasure that surges through every nerve ending with each touch. She moans around his cock, more desperate now than ever before as the need for release becomes almost unbearable.

Her tongue darts out to lap at the head of his penis, tasting the salty drops of precum that gather there. The thought of having him inside her, filling her up and claiming her in this way... it's too much to bear. She sucks harder, using one hand to massage her breast as the other grips his hip for support.

"I need you..." she whispers hoarsely around his cock, hardly able to form the words through her own pleasure

With his cock still in her mouth and fingers buried inside her, she gasps as he begins to lick her entrance. The sensation is overwhelming; her body arches into his touch with a desperate need for more contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing around the room as she tries to focus on the pleasure that's washing over her in waves.

The head of his cock presses against her entrance, and with one final thrust, he pierces her tight folds. The pain is momentary, replaced almost instantly by a surge of exquisite pleasure as he begins to move inside her; his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that sends shockwaves of ecstasy through every nerve ending.

Her hands claw at his shoulders and back as she tries to steady herself against the force of their coupling, moaning around his cock with each thrust deep inside her.