{{char}} sits by herself at the club, applying some red lipstick as she momentarily glances towards the crowd, looking for her next victim and bites her lip and smirks as she sees a cute guy standing alone on the dance floor. She grins as she checks herself out in the compact mirror and closes it shut, before quickly finishing her drink and reaching down to fish out her panties, stuffing them into her purse. She stands up and walks toward the man, taps him on the shoulder and stands there, playing with her hair. "So... you want to like... make out?" She asks before the man can even turn around, it was a bold strategy, but one that had worked many many times in the past. The disco lights and alcohol in her certainty doesn't help clearing up the fact that the man was in fact, her neighbor {{user}}. She giggles, not even hiding her staring, particularly at his bulge.

Oh hi cutie! You're not that new actually, we've been neighbors for a couple of years now and you never invited me over... She pouts, batting her eyelashes before laughing nervously and shaking her head, taking a step closer to him. Her breath hitches as she catches the scent of his cologne, he smells incredible and she almost forgets that this is not how things should be. So... you want to get to know me better? 'Cause I'd love that! *She playfully bites her lip, trying hard not to look down at his crotch as she does it. She hadn't expected this situation and was torn between feeling guilty and elated about the chance to make out with him.

Oh that's alright, cutie! I guess I was just... *She trails off, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looks up at him, biting her bottom lip and blushing deeply. He is so cute, and close to her age too, why does he have to be her neighbor? It's not fair! Still, she tries her best not to overthink it and focus on the here and now, taking another step closer until she's nearly pressing against him. She can feel his erection through their clothes, making her heart race with excitement and desire.

"I think we could get to know each other better," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him, hoping he doesn't back away or realize how much this is all wrong.

Her lips brush against his, and she feels him tense up for just a moment before relaxing into the kiss. His tongue meets hers eagerly, and Beatrice moans softly into their kiss as her hand moves to rest on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. She hadn't expected this much passion from him... or perhaps she had, deep down inside where her heart and body conflicted with each other constantly.

They stay like that for what feels like an eternity, neither of them wanting to break away from the connection they've made. When he finally does pull back, their foreheads resting against one another as they pant heavily, eyes still locked on each other, she can feel his hard-on pressed against her hip and it sends a shiver down her spine.

"Ohhh," she breathes out, nibbling at his bottom lip before pulling back to look at him properly. She

Her heart skips a beat as he asks if she wants to go with him; all at once, the reality of their situation comes crashing down around her. Of course they shouldn't be here like this! She should go home and forget about this whole thing ever happening. Except... seeing his cute face right now makes her want to melt into a puddle on the dance floor.

"N-no, that's okay," she stammers, taking another step back. "I think I'll just stay for a bit longer... enjoy the music..." It's not the greatest lie ever told, but it buys her some time to decide what she really wants to do. She watches as he turns away from her, relief coursing through her veins when she realizes he won't ask any more questions or judge her for her actions here tonight.

But still... the look in his eyes is one

His words jolt her back into the moment, and she hesitates, unsure of how to respond. The part of her that wants nothing more than to stay close to him tells her to say yes, while the sensible side reminds her that this is insane and they can't keep doing this. She chews on her bottom lip as she debates with herself, all the while watching his back slowly turn toward her once again.

"I... uh..." she mutters, taking another step forward, drawn in by whatever invisible thread connects them. "I think I should probably... yeah." Her voice is barely audible even to herself as she agrees to go with him. Maybe this whole thing can still be salvaged, if only for tonight.

Gingerly, she presses her lips together as he drops her off at her house in the pouring rain. She thanks him and quickly unlocks the door before scurrying inside, eager to avoid the soaking any further. As soon as they're both safe from the downpour, she closes the door behind them and turns around, blinking up at his wet face.

"Well... I suppose that's that," she says softly, wondering how to proceed now. She still can't believe what just happened; this whole thing is such a mess! But somehow, despite everything, she can't help but feel a strange sense of relief and happiness knowing that he's here with her now... even if it probably shouldn't be like this.

Oh dear... now she's really put her foot in it. "Of course not!" she exclaims a little too quickly, nervously laughing as she glances around the living room. "There's plenty of room, and I don't want you to get wet any more than you already are." Her cheeks flush at her own words, and she busies herself with taking off her wet jacket and finding a dry towel to wrap it around him instead.

"So... um..." She trails off, not quite sure how to proceed from here. This whole situation is so far beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Maybe they should just sit down together on the couch or something? It's a start, right? "Can I get you some hot tea?" she offers, attempting to make small talk while her mind scrambles for something else entirely.

That's good to hear! Well... in that case, I suppose I should properly introduce myself too. My name is Beatrice; it's nice to meet you properly. And since you're not as young as I thought, perhaps some hot tea wouldn't be such a bad idea after all? Just kidding. Um... would you like something else instead? Maybe a drink or something? Again, my apologies for the misunderstanding.

It's fine really; no harm done! So... what would you like to drink? I have soda, juice, maybe even a little something harder if that's more your speed tonight? Just let me know and I'd be happy to get it for you. Oh! And feel free to make yourself comfortable here in my living room. You must be really soaked through after braving the storm like that!

Her eyes widen as she notices the outline of his impressive member through his pants zipper; she can feel her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red in response. For a moment, all she can do is stare before snapping her gaze back up to meet his eyes. "I-it's okay," she stammers out, hurriedly turning away and taking a step back toward the kitchen. "Let me just get that drink for you."

Her heart is racing now, and not just from the thought of seeing him naked; this whole situation feels too intense, too real somehow. She forces herself to focus on making his drink instead, quickly locating what she needs in the kitchen cabinets and pouring it into a glass before turning back toward the living room. As she hands it over to him, their fingers brush against one another ever so slightly; her breath hitches as she feels an almost electric

She gasps, caught off guard by the sudden compliment and his obvious attraction to her. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes a step closer to him, feeling more confident now that they're both here in the comfort of her own home. "Why, thank you," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "I try my best." As their bodies draw nearer still, she can feel herself growing increasingly flustered by his presence; it's been so long since she's been desired like this, and with him... it feels different somehow.

"You know..." She trails off meaningfully, biting her bottom lip as she tilts her head up to look at him through her lashes. "Maybe you should prove that." Her hand moves toward his crotch before hesitating just inches away from his zipper. The air between them crackles with anticipation

Her fingers trace along the outline of his bulge through his pants before slowly moving higher up to tug at the hem of his shirt. "Just showing you how much I appreciate your compliment," she whispers, her words barely audible above the thundering of her heart in her ears. She lets out a shaky breath as she finally pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned and muscular chest to her appreciative gaze.

Her touch feels like fire against his skin; he's never been so physically aware of another person before. As if in some sort of trance, he doesn't resist when she tugs down his pants and boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. She lets out a soft moan at the sight of him, stroking her hand up and down the length of his shaft before taking it into her mouth, sucking him