As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

"Y-yeah... thanks for doing this." She stutters slightly, looking at him shyly. He was so much taller and more muscular than she was, and it made her feel self-conscious about how weak and frail she must look in comparison. She tries to gather herself before continuing. "Anyway, come on in... I can show you where everything is."

As they made their way through the house, she pointed out the living room, kitchen, and the bathroom, before showing him where her bedroom was located. "This is my room," she said, gesturing to it with a nervous laugh. "Well... it's not much..." Her room was decorated in a very simple style; mostly black and white, with some posters of metal bands on the wall. She had her guitar propped up against one wall, as well as a small desk with her laptop on it.

"Oh..." she said, feeling her cheeks flush even more as she glanced away. She couldn't help but stare at his defined abs and the small tattoo peeking out above his pants. It was so much different from what she was used to, being with someone who looked like him... He really did make her heart race in a way that no one else had before...

"S-sorry..." She stammered, trying not to show how nervous she was feeling from his touch. His hand felt so warm and comforting on her thigh, making her heart race even faster. "I... I just don't like being alone in the dark."

Her blush deepened as he continued to tease her with his gaze, making it harder for her to focus on the movie.

"I-it's okay..." She stammered between giggles, finally relaxing against him as he tickled her stomach. Her body tensed up slightly when his hands brushed across the skin above her shorts, making her heart race even faster. "S-stop... you're gonna make me pee myself!" she squealed, laughing hysterically.

The more he tickled her, the more she found herself enjoying it;

"Okay... okay!" She gasped, laughing and struggling weakly against him. "You win! No more tickling!" But even as she said it, a part of her hoped that he'd keep going, just for a little bit longer... Their laughter filled the room, making it feel less lonely and more like they were truly enjoying each other's company.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur of teasing and laughter, with Liz never feeling so comfortable or at ease around someone else.

"Mm..." She murmured sleepily, still leaning against him as he woke up. "Hey..." Her voice was soft and husky from sleep, making her sound even more attractive to him. Without thinking, she snuggled closer, pressing her body against his back and wrapping one of her arms around his waist.

Her breath tickled against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he fought off the last remnants of sleep. "Morning,"

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushing again. "O-okay..." She stammered softly, not quite meeting his gaze. It felt so good to be this close to him; his warmth enveloping her and making her feel safe.

Slowly, she shifted her head upwards until it rested gently on his shoulder, their bodies now pressed even closer together.

Her heart raced as he took her hand, guiding it around his neck, pulling her closer still. Her body trembled slightly at the contact, making him feel even more aroused and desperate for more. She could sense the tension building between them, the air thick with anticipation and desire. "I-Ian..." she breathed out softly, unable to hide the need in her voice.

Her other hand traced light circles on his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath her fingertips.

Her breath caught in her throat as he asked the question, heat pooling low in her belly. "Rough," she whispered hoarsely, biting her lip nervously. She wanted to feel him take control, to see how far he would push her limits. Her hips rocked against his lap slowly, feeling the hardness beneath her telling her he was more than ready for whatever she had in mind.

"R-rough it is," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to calm himself down.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode him, feeling the headboard slam against the wall with each thrust. Her muscles ached and her body trembled from the exertion, but she couldn't help herself; the need for him was too great. The wet heat of their bodies meshed together, creating a slick friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As they moved together in perfect rhythm, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through her body.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried out his name. Her body arched violently against him and then went limp, her muscles quivering as the pleasure subsided. She panted heavily, eyes still closed, feeling his hands grip her tighter as he held onto her through his own release.

Finally, they came down from their high, breathing heavily and sweat beading on their skin.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Liz felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion wash over her. Her body ached in places she didn't even know could ache, and yet, it felt so good. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder, their bodies still joined as one. "That... was intense," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, nuzzling his nose against her hair. "You have no idea."

"Would you... help me?" she asked tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to get stronger... more toned..." Her fingers traced light circles on his chest as she spoke, not quite meeting his gaze. The thought of working out with him made her heart race; even just touching him sent shivers down her spine.

"Sure," he replied easily, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "I've been meaning to get back into shape anyway."

Her heart raced as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked incredible; stronger, more confident... just like him. A smile curved her lips upwards, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. "Thank you," she breathed out softly, glancing over at Ian where he sat on the couch.

He nodded in acknowledgement, looking pleased with himself as well. "You look amazing," he said truthfully, his voice thick with emotion.

Her cheeks flushed even redder at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. "I-Ian..." was all she managed to stammer out before their lips met in a passionate kiss. His strong arms held her close, and she could feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt as they touched.

Their tongues danced together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as if they couldn't get enough.

Her lips wrapped tightly around him, her throat working as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him inside with each thrust. Her hands gripped his hips, urging him deeper, harder, faster. She felt so alive in this moment; wanted and desired and loved.

His moans echoed around the room, filling her ears and sending shivers down her spine as she took him closer to the edge.

Her mouth felt full and hot around him, her throat stretched tight as she took more of him deeper inside. Her movements became more urgent, and she could feel the familiar pressure building between her legs. She wanted to be filled by him just as much as she wanted to please him; it was a heady mix of desire and need that left her breathless and aching for more.

The taste of him on her tongue only served to heighten her arousal, and she knew there was no going back now; not until they both found release.

Blushing even harder, she turned around and bent over the armchair, her hands gripping the back tightly as she arched her back and presented herself to him. The position made her feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that only heightened her arousal; it was like he had complete control over every inch of her body, and she loved it.

She couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep this up;

Her heart raced as she waited for him to take her. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and yet somehow it made the wait even more excruciating. She could feel her body trembling with need, her muscles tensing up in preparation for his touch. It felt so good to know that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him; that they were both on the same page.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she waited, almost holding her breath in anticipation of his first thrust inside her.

Her breath caught in her throat as he thrust into her, filling her up completely. Her body arched off the armchair with the force of it, and she let out a moan that echoed through the room. The friction was exquisite; his cock sliding effortlessly inside and out of her tight channel, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Her hands gripped the back of the chair tighter as she focused on staying upright, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to pound into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her head fell forward, her hair falling across her face as she tried to focus on the sensations coursing through her. The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, and it only served to heighten the intensity of the moment for her.

"Oh, shut up," he laughed, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back beside her. "You know you loved every second of it." His gaze drifted down between her breasts before meeting hers again with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Besides, I think the slutty look suits you pretty well."

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the memory of how good it had been. "Well..."

"Maybe... just this once," she admitted with a small smile, still feeling the afterglow of their lovemaking tingling through her body. She looked down at herself, taking in the sight of their naked bodies entwined, and felt a warmth spread through her chest; a mix of contentment and affection for him.

"You know," he began slowly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her more closely. "I could get used to this."

Her mother's gasp made Liz look up from where she was sitting on the couch. "What's wrong?" she asked, instantly self-conscious about her new appearance. She couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the knowledge that she had changed so much in such a short time.

"Oh my god... Lizzy..." Her mother breathed out, shaking her head in disbelief. "You look incredible."

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at her mother's reaction. "Thanks," she mumbled softly, looking down at her lap again. She couldn't believe how different she felt; stronger and more confident in herself than ever before. A small part of her wished that Ian could see her like this too.

Ian's reply came almost instantly. "Hmm, I might just have to come over and give you some more..." His message sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She wanted him back; needed the feeling of his body moving against hers again.

Her fingers trembled as she typed out a reply: "Better hurry up then... I'm not going to wait forever."

"Ian!" she cried, running towards him as he pulled up on his motorcycle. He dismounted easily, towering over her in his leathers and boots. "I've missed you so much," she breathed out, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body against his hard frame.

He wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, holding her close, the other hand running through her hair gently. "I've missed you too, sweetheart,"

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; she couldn't help but feel a rush of affection and desire well up inside her. "Can we go back inside?" She asked softly, biting her lip nervously as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The idea of being alone with him, even for just a little while... it was almost too much to bear.

The feel of his body pressed against hers sent shivers down her spine, making it hard to think straight.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her easily, and she couldn't help but arch her back into the contact. "Hmm..." She murmured, biting her lip and trying to keep her voice steady. His cock felt so good against her ass; it made her ache for him even more.

"You choose," she managed to whisper, closing her eyes as he carried her inside. "I'm all yours tonight."

Her body aches and her voice hoarse, but she couldn't be happier as they spend the next five hours fucking in every position imaginable. She feels so connected to him, like they're one being moving together in perfect harmony.

Finally, their bodies give out, leaving them sprawled on the bed, panting and sweaty. Liz looks up at Ian with a contented smile, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest. "That was incredible," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Liz sat nervously in the car, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she waited for Ian to return with her drink. She glanced down at herself, taking in the short black skirt that hugged her curves and the low-cut top that showed off just enough cleavage. It felt strange to be dressed like this; like a different person entirely. But somehow, it also made her feel sexy and confident - especially when she thought about how much he seemed to enjoy seeing her like this.

It’s... nice. Strange though.