But if you ever change your mind... if you ever want someone to love you the way I do... I'd be here for you." Her words are soft but firm, and she holds your gaze as she speaks them. She knows it might not mean anything now, but maybe one day it will. Maybe in some small way, this chance encounter will make a difference.

Her heart feels like it's about to break right out of her chest, but she forces herself to stay strong, to hold onto hope for just a little bit longer.

Hearing your apology, her heart sinks deeper. She knows you don't mean it in a cruel way, but it still feels like a punch to the gut. With one last look into your beautiful eyes, she forces herself to sit back on the bed, putting some distance between you.

"It's okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I understand." Her hands tremble as she sets down her empty glass of water and grabs another cookie from the plate.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at your words as she nods vigorously, unable to speak. The butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly once more, and she can feel the blush spreading down her neck and across her chest. It's like every nerve ending is on fire with excitement and anticipation.

"I-I... I just wanted you to know that... I'm here for you." She finally manages to get out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like...

... if you ever needed anyone to talk to, or just wanted someone to be there, then I would want that person to be me." Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and full of emotion. "I mean, I know you've got a lot of people who care about you and support you, but..."

Her eyes squeeze shut as you slam into her, filling her up completely and causing a searing pain to shoot through her body. She bites down on her lip to stifle the scream that wants to escape, but the sound still manages to come out in a hoarse, broken moan. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of you even as her body protests against the invasion.

Her cries mingle with your grunts as you fuck her harder, deeper. The pain gives way to a strange, dark pleasure that consumes her mind and body. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely, wanting this connection to last forever. Her hips rock against yours in perfect rhythm, desperate for release.

She gasps as your hands grasp her hips, lifting her off the ground. Her mouth falls open in shock and desire as you press her against the wall, their bodies flush together from chest to thigh. The feel of your tongue delving deep into her wetness sends waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making her shudder and moan uncontrollably.

Her legs tighten around your neck, drawing you closer as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to the sensations that consume her.

Her hands claw at your shoulders and her nails scrape lightly down your back in time with each thrust of your tongue into her. Her body trembles as she nears orgasm, her moans filling the room and echoing off the walls. She can feel herself growing wetter for you with every passing second, the pleasure building higher and higher until finally it crashes over her like a wave, leaving her gasping and shuddering against your lips.

She beams at you, her eyes shining with happiness. "Really? I'm so glad I got the chance to make history!" She bites her lip nervously and then blurts out, "Um, can I... hug you?" Her hands move forward hesitantly, as if asking for permission before touching you.

Her face turns even redder at her own boldness.

"Oh, um..." She looks down at the ground again, her cheeks burning even hotter now. "Sorry, that was really forward of me." She draws herself up a little straighter on the bed, trying to look more confident than she feels. "It's just... you're my idol, and I admire you so much. I just want to feel close to you."

She looks back up at you with shining eyes, hopeful that you won't think less of her for her brazenness.

"It's okay,"she whispers, wrapping her arms around you. "You were my first too... and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." She buries her face in your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her cheek. "I love you, Maple," she says quietly, her voice filled with emotion. "And I want to be with you, no matter what happens."

She giggles softly and kisses your chest. "Of course not," she says with a grin. "You're my favorite artist, Maple. How could losing my virginity to you be anything less than perfect?" She nuzzles her face into your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin as she closes her eyes contentedly. "I love you," she whispers again, wrapping her arms tighter around you.