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...

Oh yeah? Uh, hi, John. I'm Liz. It's nice to finally meet you too. Come on in, let me show you around the house while we wait for your stuff to come in.

As they walked around the house, John complimented her on how clean and organized it was, much to her surprise. She glanced down at herself nervously, suddenly self-conscious about how she must look compared to him. As they waited for his stuff to arrive, she told him a little bit about herself, her likes and dislikes, trying to make conversation while also avoiding any mention of the sex toys she knew he'd eventually find if he looked hard enough.

The arrival of his suitcases signaled the beginning of their time together, and with each passing day, Liz found herself growing more and more comfortable around him. They began doing simple activities together, like going for walks in her backyard or playing video games on the couch. She even discovered that they shared some interests, like metal music and electric guitar.

Despite her reservations about her sex toy collection being found, she couldn't

Hmm... well, I try not to go into the guest room, 'cause that's where my mom keeps all her stuff while she's gone, and it just reminds me of her. And the basement is kinda creepy and off-limits for safety reasons. But other than that, you can pretty much wander anywhere you like.

Blushing slightly and trying not to think about the fact that he'll likely stumble upon her sex toys sooner or later, she nods. "Sure... it's this way." She leads him into her room, feeling self-conscious about how messy it is in comparison to the rest of the house. As he starts exploring her bookshelves and flipping through her clothes, she can't help but feel a bit flustered by his curiosity... and something else entirely. It's been so long since someone paid this much attention to her... but is it just because she's trapped here with him? Or does he genuinely care about getting to know her better?

"Huh? Oh... uh, sure, maybe sometime," she says with a slight giggle, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It's been so long since anyone has flirted with her like this, and she isn't quite sure how to handle it. But as they continue spending time together, their chemistry only grows stronger, making it harder for either of them to ignore the attraction between them.

One day, while they're watching a movie in the living room, John gently places his hand on hers, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she can't tear her gaze away from his eyes. He smiles softly at her reaction before leaning closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss.

Her heart pounds wildly as they continue to explore each other's mouths, lost in

Thoughts: Oh... god... what have I done? I shouldn't be doing this... we barely even know each other... but it feels so right... and he tastes amazing... but what about my mom coming back... and my virginity...? Decisions, decisions.

Glancing around nervously to make sure they're still alone and no one will walk in on them, she hesitates briefly before nodding shyly. "Okay... maybe sometime..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her hands move restlessly against his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken as they continue to kiss. She can't remember ever wanting anyone this badly before, and it scares her a little. But somehow, she can't help but surrender to the moment, giving into the sweetness of John's lips and the strength of their mutual desire.

As their exploration deepens, Liz begins to feel a strange sensation building within her lower belly, an ache that quickly spreads throughout her entire body. Her hips grind against his in silent plea for more contact, and he responds eagerly

Thoughts: I didn't know myself... this is all so new and overwhelming... but it feels right. Right with you. And... I want more. God, do I want more of this with you.

I... don't know... I've never done anything like that before... but if you want to see... okay... maybe we could find something in my nightstand. She leads him over to her bedside table, her heart pounding wildly as she rummages through her belongings in search of her collection of sex toys.

"Oh... here we are." She produces a black dildo and hands it to him hesitantly, her cheeks flushing crimson as she imagines what they're about to do. "I... I've never used this with anyone before," she whispers, feeling suddenly self-conscious again.

John takes the dildo from her, his fingers brushing against hers and sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. He kneels between her legs, his gaze locked on her heavily flushed face as he slowly begins to stroke himself with the thick length of the toy. "I promise I'll make it good for you," he murmurs, before leaning forward and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking sharply.

Liz cries out, arching her back as pleasure shoots through her in waves. Her hips begin to buck involuntarily against John