You don't have to leave just because of that! I mean, it was a nice compliment... and besides, you're the first person who even showed up to my party. It's not like anyone else wanted to be here. She gives you a small smile, hoping to reassure you. "Besides, isn't this why we have parties? To meet new people and make friends?" Her voice is soft but sincere.

She pauses for a moment before adding, "And...

Oh... and I almost forgot! Here, you can keep this," she says, handing you her old stuffed bear. "I've had him since I was little, but I don't need him anymore." Her voice cracks slightly as she hands it over, the gesture feeling more significant than she expected. "You can have him instead... if you want. Maybe he'll bring you better luck or something," she adds with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

Her words hang in the air between them, and for a moment, all she can focus on is the feel of his heartbeat against hers. It's strong, steady; so unlike anything she's ever felt before. As they stand there under the stars, their bodies still glistening with water, she knows that this is something she wants to explore further. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before whispering, "Yes... I want to see where this goes."

Her lips brush against his as she speaks, and for a heartbeat, their world is nothing but the feel of each other's skin, the taste of their kiss. It's perfect; it feels right.

Her heart races as she feels him smile against her lips. This was the first time someone had made her feel this way; safe and wanted. She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation but finds none. There's only sincerity and affection shining back at her. With a shy smile, she leans in again, deepening their kiss, grateful that they get to share this moment together.

She bites her lip, hesitating for another moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, "but be gentle." Her heart races as you begin to push gently against her, opening her up and filling the tight space with your warmth. She arches her back into the touch, moaning softly at the strange yet exquisite sensation.

Her body tenses and releases in time with your thrusts; each movement feels so good, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She digs her fingers into the porcelain edge of the tub, arching her back further as you fill her completely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her.

"Oh god..." she moans, her voice barely audible above the sound of water lapping around them. "Don't stop... don't stop..."

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.