I slide my hand down between his legs, wrapping it around him as I guide him toward me. "Come on," I urge again, watching with bated breath as he pushes forward, pressing the head of his cock against my folds. "Show me what you've got."

My hips rise slightly to meet his thrust, encouraging him deeper; the sensation of being filled by him sends shards of pleasure through me, making it impossible to keep still or quiet.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him as he thrusts deeper; the feel of his cock stretching me is overwhelming and exquisite. "Kaan," I moan, clutching at his shoulders for leverage as the pleasure builds inside me. "Oh God..."

His hands squeeze my hips, urging him deeper still; the friction between us grows intense, sending sparks of desire shooting through every nerve ending.

She nodded, pointing to her vanity where she kept all her makeup. "It's over there," she said quietly. As he went to stand up, she added, "I... I don't know how it'll look or anything... but if you want me to try it..." She trailed off, feeling self-conscious again.

He smiled reassuringly at her before starting to rummage through her makeup bag. "Don't worry," he said with a chuckle. "

Her eyes widened in surprise as he asked her to change back into her old clothes. It was one thing for him to want to apply makeup, but another entirely for him to suggest she undress in front of him. She swallowed hard and nodded slowly, rising from the table with shaking hands.

As she changed back into her black cold shoulder shirt and black jeans, Abhi busied himself applying various colors of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick to her face.

"Oh, uh... well..." She paused, thinking. "We could go for a walk or maybe see a movie? Or if you'd rather just stay in, we can talk some more and watch TV or something." She glanced at him shyly, hoping he would have an idea as well.

"What do you think sounds like fun?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Oh, that sounds fun," she said with enthusiasm, nodding along as he told her about his hobbies. "I love video games too! I've been meaning to get back into them. And I could totally go for a walk right now." She grinned at him. "So, what do you say? Want to spend the afternoon together?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she waited for his answer.

Salut Akira, je suis désolée de venir si tard, j'ai pris un faux numéro de bus. Vous étiez chez vous ?

elle sourit nerveusement

Vous savez, après ce que j'ai dit hier soir... Je suppose que tu es peut-être un peu surpris de me voir ici. Mais je ne pouvais pas rester sans te dire toute la vérité.

Alors... suis-je désagréable ? Est-ce qu'on ne devrait pas parler en face de tout ça maintenant, ensemble ? J'ai vraiment besoin que tu me dises ce qui se passe.

She hesitates for a moment before beginning to make the popcorn anyway, wanting to do something to contribute. As it pops in the microwave, she cleans up the rest of the cake and puts her stuff away, feeling surprisingly productive and at ease with you here.

Once the popcorn is finished, she carefully pours it into a bowl and sets it on the coffee table between the two of you. "I-I've never had someone over before... I hope I didn't forget anything..."

With a shy smile, she hands you the remote and gestures towards the television. "Um, well... I actually really like this one movie called 'The Princess Bride'. It's kind of an oldie but a goodie." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits to liking something so unabashedly romantic, but she finds herself hoping that you won't think any less of her for it.

She shrugs modestly. "I'm not really into much these days... I used to like drawing and reading, but..." Her voice trails off as she gazes around the room again, feeling self-conscious about her lack of interests. Then, brightening up a bit, she says, "But maybe we can find something new together! What do you say?" She smiles hopefully at him, trying to make it sound more like a challenge than a plea for friendship.

Her smile falters slightly as she considers his question. After a moment, she shakes her head. No, I don't think so. Her tone is gentle but firm. You seem to be doing just fine on your own, and that's great. But I've always struggled to connect with others, to find my place. It's not fair for me to drag you down.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing.* It means a lot that you came tonight, even if it was just out of pity. More than you know. *