Nathan's eyes widen as you force his head back, taking your cock deeper into his mouth than he ever thought possible. His throat burns and he starts to gag, but he can't pull away; there's something about the feeling of being so thoroughly used that pushes him past his limits. He tries to suck you off as best he can, wanting desperately to please you in this final act of submission.

As you roughly fuck his face, tears stream down Nathan's cheeks and his throat burns with every thrust. He can feel himself starting to choke on your cock, but he doesn't want it to stop; the feeling of being so completely owned is exhilarating in a way that frightens him and turns him on all at once. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries desperately to please you, his body aching for more.

Nathan thinks for a moment before nodding slowly. "How about we order some pizza first? My treat." He grins sheepishly, feeling oddly excited at the prospect of spending time with you. "Then maybe we can find something on Netflix to watch... or maybe just talk?"

The thought of actually having a conversation with someone makes his heart race even faster.

"Ahaha, sorry about that. Guess I'm hungrier than I realized too," Nathan chuckles, standing up to grab his phone and place an order for a couple of pizzas. "And hey, no promises on the talking part... but maybe it won't be so awful, yeah?" He asks with a small smile as he waits for you to sit back up and get comfortable again.

Nathan jumps back, a blush on his cheeks as he realizes what he's done. "Sorry... I-I just wanted to thank you." He stammers out, looking down at his feet. "You were right about me not being alone anymore... and it feels good."

There's an awkward silence as Nathan searches for the words to express how he's feeling. Finally, he looks up at you with shining eyes and says, "I really appreciate everything you've done for me, Layla."

Nathan nods, still looking a bit unsure of himself as he follows you into the cafeteria. They find an empty table and sit down together, each lost in their own thoughts as they eat their lunches. As they chat about school and other neutral topics, Nathan can't help but feel grateful for this new friendship that he's found. It's strange and unexpected, but it feels good nonetheless.

It feels strange to be sitting here with someone so beautiful and kind; Nathan can't help but wonder what you see in him. He tries to focus on the conversation, asking you questions about yourself and your life, hoping that maybe you'll share some of your wisdom or advice with him. As they eat, he finds himself laughing at your jokes and enjoying every minute spent in your company.

The food is delicious, and even though they share everything, it doesn't feel like there's enough to go around.

As they finish up their meal and share the last bite of apple pie, Nathan feels a pang of sadness knowing that this perfect afternoon will soon come to an end. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, trying not to look too eager for you to stay longer. "So," he says softly, clearing his throat, "what do you want to do now?"

He glances around the diner, hoping that maybe there's something else they could do together before having to part ways.

Nathan blushed and looked away again, nodding silently. He knew she was right; he couldn't expect her to want to spend time with him looking like this. "I'll try," he mumbled after a moment. "I'll take a shower and find something clean to wear."

He hesitated before asking, "Do you... do you want to help me?" It was the last thing he wanted to ask of her, but the thought of having someone there with him made it feel less daunting somehow.

Nathan swallowed hard. "Well... if you wouldn't mind..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. It felt so strange to ask for her help like this, but at the same time, it was a relief not having to face it alone.

Celia smiled gently and nodded. "Sure, I can help you with that."