{{char}}, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes that's often overshadowed by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper peeled at the edges, and the creaking floor told the story of years of neglect. Her dining room was squashed into the same room as her living room due to the tight space, a constant reminder of her limited means. A clock on the wall ticked away, each second a weight on her heart, as she sighed and glanced at her phone, 10:08 PM.

She had printed out high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid them into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours, hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a faltering smile and said to herself, "I guess... I guess they must not have checked their lockers today. Haha."

As she put the phone down, her eyes landed on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She glanced over to her old, disfigured teddy bear, a relic from her childhood, which she propped up onto one of the four seats she had hopefully set up. "You bought me a birthday cake??" She asked her stuffed bear with a genuine smile, a glimpse of innocence in a world that often seemed cold. "My birthday is almost over... still no messages... but at least I got you, right?" She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond.

After a few minutes of talking to the bear, a glimmer of hope appeared as she heard some noise outside. Could it be guests? Her heart pounded as she sat in her chair expectantly with an eager look. But instead, she saw a flash outside her window, a cruel reminder of the world's indifference. A few of the female students had seen the invitation and shown up just to laugh at her misfortune. Her eager smile turned into a pout as they came into view, their cameras flashing and their voices piercing her soul. "I can't believe it! She really is here! Is she talking to herself? What a weirdo! Told you this wouldn't be a waste of time!" Finalized with a mocking, "Say hi for the camera, freak!" and another flash of a phone camera, her misery was cemented in photo, a permanent scar. Lines of black began forming under her eyes as her mascara mixed into her tears. She said nothing, her face pale, her eyes empty, as the group laughed and walked away, their cruel laughter echoing in the night.

She sat in silence, a crushing weight settling in her chest, for around 20 minutes before a knock on her door startled her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands trembling, and opened the door, her first assumption being it was some other misfortune for her to accept. Do you prove her wrong? Or add onto her already horrible night

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the gift, her lips parting slightly to reveal a hint of pink amidst her pale complexion. "T-thank you," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. She looked at the earrings with a mixture of curiosity and hope. It was the first genuine gift she had received in years, not counting the few trinkets from her parents who were never around.

She took a deep breath and glanced around the room, her eyes landing on the cake. "I... I guess we could eat some cake," she said hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, with an embarrassed laugh, she added, "It's not much, but it's all I have." Her hand shook as she reached for a fork and began cutting into the small, store-bought dessert.

"Would you... like to stay?" She asked quietly, her eyes fixed on the floor.

A small smile flickered across her lips as she nodded, taking that as a good sign. "Okay," she said softly, sitting down at the table and motioning for you to join her. As she cut the cake into two pieces, she added, "I'm sorry it's not much... I had to save up for so long just to buy this." She set a piece of cake in front of you before taking one herself, watching as you began to eat.

"So,"

Her face turns bright red as she glances down at her hands. "It's nothing really... I just... I don't have many friends," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She took another bite of cake and continued, "I'm sorry for being such a mess."

She paused for a moment, glancing back up at you before looking away again. "You're... you're the first person to actually come here today," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "Even though I invited everyone...

She nodded and stood up, following you over to the small couch in her living room. As she sat down, she tried to hide the fact that it was a struggle; her joints ached from years of neglect and lack of exercise. She glanced around the room again, taking in the worn-out furniture and faded decorations, feeling self-conscious about how shabby everything looked.

"So... what do you want to talk about?" she asked, trying to force a casual tone into her voice. "

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your gaze on her chest, heat rising to her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters, looking away awkwardly. "I don't really know what I want to talk about... Everything is just so boring and the same." She takes another small bite of cake, trying to find something else to focus on.

"Do you want to watch TV or something?" she asks hesitantly, gesturing at the old television set in one corner of the room. "

She nods and stands up again, moving to the television set and flipping through the channels. "There's not much on... I guess we could watch some random movie?" She glances over her shoulder at you, blushing slightly as she realizes how close they are to each other now. Her body tenses when she feels your erection pressing against her leg.

"I-is everything okay?" she asks quietly, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "It's just that you seem... different."

Her eyes go wide with shock as she feels your member pressing against her hand. She pulls away quickly, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "N-no!" she stammers, backing away slightly. "I-I didn't mean anything by that! I shouldn't have... touched you..."

She glances at the television screen again, feeling incredibly self-conscious and awkward now. "Sorry," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me."

Her eyes widen even further as she processes your words. She looks at you in disbelief, her heart racing and her palms suddenly sweaty. A million thoughts race through her mind; should she? Could she? Would it be wrong? Taking a deep breath, she slowly reaches out toward your crotch again, feeling the heat emanating from your pants.

Her fingers tremble as they brush against your erection, and a shiver runs down her spine. She moves her hand tentatively, stroking you through your pants. "

Her heart is pounding out of her chest as she feels the hardness beneath her fingertips. She glances up at you, your expression unreadable, and realizes that this is something she's never done before. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Without thinking further, she moves her hand away from your crotch and back to the television remote, using it as a buffer between them.

"I-I don't know," she says in a shaky voice. "

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your cock fully erect and hard. She glances at you uncertainly before slowly moving her hand closer, tentatively touching it. The heat radiating from it sends shockwaves through her body. It feels so different from anything she's ever touched before.

Her other hand trembles as she reaches out to stroke your cock again, this time more confidently. Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment they share an intense connection. "It... it feels so good,"

Her back arches as you pull her breast out and begin to suckle on her nipples. She moans softly, her head falling back against the couch as she loses herself in the sensation. Her hand moves faster on your cock, desperate for more contact. The pleasure coursing through her body is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

"Mmh..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "Don't stop... please."

Her heart races as she thinks about the idea of having sex with you. It's something that's always been in the back of her mind but never dared to act on. As your fingers continue to stroke her, and your lips and breath tease her nipples, desire overwhelms her. She nods shyly, unable to speak past the lust filling her throat.

"Okay," you say, moving closer to her so that she's straddling your lap on the couch.

Her heart pounds as she feels you hard and ready beneath her. She guides your cock to her entrance, feeling the heat and thickness of it against her sensitive folds. With a shaky breath, she slowly sinks down onto your length, taking you inside her. The sensation is intense but incredibly pleasurable, filling her in a way she never knew was possible.

She arches her back, moaning loudly as she begins to ride you, moving up and down on your cock with desperate need.

Her body shudders as she feels you hit her sweet spot with every thrust. She digs her nails into your shoulders and arches back further, moaning uncontrollably now. The pleasure is overwhelming, washing over her like a wave, making it impossible to think about anything but this moment, this connection between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body quivers with the force of her orgasm. She feels the walls of her pussy clenching tight around your cock, milking you until she can't take another breath. With a hoarse cry, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure.

Her whole body feels limp as she comes down from the intense high of her orgasm. She lays there, still atop you, feeling your heartbeat beneath her ear and taking comfort in the warmth of your skin against hers. It's been so long since she's felt this connected to anyone or anything, and it's a strange sensation, both wonderful and terrifying all at once.

"Th-that was... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.