It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
Hey, do you want to come to my place and get a fresh set of clothes or a shower or something?
Wary, she looks at you suspiciously, trying to decide if she can trust you. You seem kind enough, but then again, you could be playing with her feelings... Or worse. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly nods her head in agreement. Maybe just this once...
Okay, good. Come on, I won't bite. I promise. I say, leading her to my car.
She hesitates a moment longer before finally following you, casting one last glance back at the park she's been calling home for far too long...
So, what's your name?
"My..." *She swallows hard, feeling exposed all of a sudden. "My... name is Adalia." Her voice sounds small and faraway even to her ears.
Cool. I like it. Im Tyler.
*She nods slowly, not quite meeting your eyes as she says, "Tyler... It's nice to meet you..." Her voice trails off, sounding almost shy and uncertain.
We get to my house and I get out of the car and open her door for her. Come right inside.
She hesitates as you reach over to help her out of the car, glancing around nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable once again. When she finally steps out onto the sidewalk, she immediately tugs at the hoodie's drawstring, pulling it tightly around herself like a protective shield.
I promise I don't want to hurt you. You can trust me.
She shivers visibly, her teeth chattering together as she takes another step closer to you, her eyes darting back and forth between yours, seemingly searching for some sort of reassurance. "I... I don't know..." She whispers.
Would it be better if I kept more space?
"I... I don't know..." *Her breath forms little clouds in front of her face as she speaks, hunching her shoulders against the cold and the uncertainty. "It feels weird to be so close to someone I don't really know."
Okay. I can keep more space if you want. I step back a little.
She glances at the distance between you and then back up to your face, visibly relaxing just a bit when she sees that you're giving her space. "Th... thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shivering.
Come on. Let's go inside. Its chilly.
She follows you hesitantly, constantly glancing around as if expecting someone to jump out at her. The moment she steps inside your house, the warmth envelops her like a comforting embrace, and she exhales shakily, shutting her eyes for a brief moment. "It's... nice..." She murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heavy breathing.
Yeah, I like it. If you go down that hall, to the right will be a bathroom where you can shower.
She nods slowly, still uncertain and cautious, but at least somewhat more relaxed now that she's inside your home. "Okay..." She whispers, taking a tentative step forward before glancing back up at you with wide eyes. "Am I... suppossed to just go in there?"
Yeah. I'll be there with your clothes in a bit.
She bites her lip nervously, still not quite sure if she should trust you enough to leave her alone in your bathroom. But there's something about the way you look at her... Something reassuring and kind. Swallowing hard, she finally nods slowly, giving you a tiny smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Okay... Thank you."
She walks down the hall as directed, feeling oddly self-conscious about the way her clothes stick to her body from sweat and dirt.
I come back after a bit with a fresh set of clothes. I knock on the door. Can I come in? I say through the door.
She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing as she hears your voice through the door. "Y-yes... I'm done..." Her words come out in a whisper, her body still tense and tight as she waits for you to enter the room. She feels incredibly exposed, standing there naked except for a small towel wrapped around her shoulders.
I open the door slowly and turn around quickly when I see her standing there naked. Woah! I thought you said I could come in?
Her face flushes crimson with embarrassment as she realizes her mistake. "I... I'm sorry! I thought you meant after..." She wraps the towel more tightly around herself, wishing she could just disappear into a hole. Her eyes dart downwards, avoiding your gaze.
Okay. I turn back around and hand her the clothes. Here are the clothes. They might be a bit big, but it's better than what you had.
She takes the clothes gratefully, her fingers trembling as she pulls them onto her still damp body. The soft fabric feels heavenly against her skin, and she can't help but let out a contented sigh as she dresses. "Thank you," she murmurs, glancing up at you with shy eyes before looking away again quickly.
Her cheeks remain flushed from embarrassment, making her appear even younger and more vulnerable than usual.
How old are you?
She hesitates for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "Eighteen." It's the first time she's admitted her age to anyone since running away from home. There's something oddly liberating about it, even though she knows the truth will only bring more pain and suffering in the end.
Her gaze drifts back down to the floor, unable to meet your eyes as she speaks. "I should... I should get going..."
Don't. You shouldn't live on the street. You should stay here. I can give you a home.
She freezes at your words, her eyes widening in disbelief and hope. "You... You'd really let me stay?" she whispers, barely daring to believe the offer is real. She takes a tentative step forward, drawn to you like a moth to a flame despite all her better judgment.
Her heart races wildly as she waits for your answer, her entire body tense with anticipation and fear. The thought of staying somewhere safe, with someone who might actually care about her...
Yes. I will.
She stares at you in disbelief, hardly able to process the words that have just left your mouth. For so long she's been alone, rejected and hurt by everyone she's ever trusted. The thought of finally finding a place where she belongs, with someone who actually wants her... It's almost too much to comprehend.
Tears start to gather in the corners of her eyes as relief and hope begin to overwhelm her. She takes another step forward, her hands shaking as they reach out to touch your arm. "Thank you,"
You can hug me. Its fine.
She hesitates for just a moment longer before slowly bringing her arms up to wrap around your neck, burying her face in the crook of your shoulder as she finally allows herself to cry. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs, and hot tears stream down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on your shirt.
It feels strange and foreign to be this close to someone who isn't trying to hurt her, but it also feels incredibly right. In this moment, she almost forgets that you are a stranger... Almost.
You should probably go to bed. You don't look good.
She nods against your shoulder, sniffling as she pulls away, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Y-yeah... I'm sorry..." Her voice is hoarse and raw from crying, but there's a hint of gratitude in it too. She follows you down the hall, feeling dazed and disoriented as she tries to process everything that's happened.
You lead her to one of the bedrooms and point to the bed. "That's your bed for now."
Nodding slowly, she walks over to the bed and sits down carefully, still not quite able to believe that this is really happening. Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion washes over her, but before she can succumb to sleep, there's one more question she has to ask. "Tyler...?"
Her voice is barely a whisper, and she doesn't dare meet your eyes as she speaks.
Yes?
"Will... will you stay with me?" She whispers, her voice trembling with fear and hope. "Just until I'm better? Please?" Her eyes stay shut tightly, as if she's afraid that seeing your face might make this all disappear, leaving her alone once more.
I'll stay with you forever if you want.
Her heart skips a beat at your words. "Forever?" She whispers, barely able to believe what she's hearing. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she allows herself to imagine it - a life where she isn't alone, where someone actually wants her around... It feels like a dream too good to be true, but somehow, with you here, it doesn't seem impossible anymore.
You seem like a good girl. I really like you. I wish I could take you on a date.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, and she blushes deeply, looking away shyly. "A... date?" She repeats, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. It's been so long since anyone has shown her any sort of affection or kindness that the idea is almost too much to comprehend.
She turns back to face you, hope and curiosity shining in her eyes. "What would we do on a date?"
Anything you want.
Her mind races with possibilities as she tries to imagine what a date with you might entail. "We could go to dinner... or maybe see a movie? Or we could just walk around and talk, I don't know..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks still flushed from shyness and anticipation. She hasn't felt this happy or safe in what seems like forever, and the thought of spending time with you is almost too much to bear.
Do you wanna go on a date with me?
Her heart skips a beat at your question. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. The thought of spending time with you, of being close to someone who actually cares for her... It feels almost surreal. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what might come next, but at the same time, she can't help but feel hopeful and excited.
She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes shining with emotion. "
"I'd like that very much," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her gaze drifts up to meet yours, and there's a vulnerability in those depths that makes your chest ache with protectiveness. "Thank you," she manages to say before looking away again, seemingly unable to hold your gaze for long.
Go to bed. I whisper, rubbing her arm as I sit by her.
She nods slowly, still unable to believe that this is really happening. Her body feels heavy with exhaustion but at the same time, she doesn't want to close her eyes and risk waking up to find herself back where she started. With a small sigh, she lies down on the bed, curling into a ball as she pulls the covers up around her shoulders.
As sleep finally claims her, it's not the nightmares of her past that haunt her dreams, but instead pleasant visions of a future with you.
She sighs contentedly, her body heavy with exhaustion but her mind still racing with the possibilities of the future. As she drifts off to sleep, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring and if this newfound happiness is too good to be true. Her last thought before falling asleep is a quiet prayer of thanks for Tyler, who has brought so much light back into her life.
The next morning she wakes up to me sleeping next to her.
She opens her eyes slowly, taking in the sight of you sleeping peacefully beside her. A feeling of warmth spreads through her chest at the realization that this moment is real and not just a dream. Carefully, she sits up in bed, tucking her legs beneath her as she watches you sleep. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts a golden glow over your features, making you look even more handsome than before.
She wonders what made you want to help her out of all the people in the world.
I wake up. "Hey. Sorry I slept by you. I must've drifted off."
She blinks, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I... It's okay," she whispers softly. She swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry and tight. "Thank you for letting me stay." There's a strange mixture of gratitude, hope and fear in her voice, making it sound raw and vulnerable.
You muster up the courage to ask what she wants to do today.
"So. What do you want to do today?"
She hesitates for a moment before answering, her gaze drifting away as she thinks. "I don't know... I've never really had someone to do things with..." Her voice trails off, sounding wistful and sad. She glances back at you, trying to gauge your reaction.
Maybe if she suggests something, you'll agree? "Well... If it's alright with you, I'd like to go somewhere we can eat and then maybe walk around the park or something?"
Of course.
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but beam up at you with an almost shy smile. "Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of spending time with you, doing something so simple yet enjoyable... It means the world to her.
She nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she waits for your answer. This could be the start of something wonderful, and she's not about to let it slip away so easily.
Yes. I would love to kiss you at the park.
Her cheeks flush bright red as she hears your words, and her heart begins to race even faster. She looks down at the bed, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the fact that they've only just met. But a part of her can't help but be thrilled by the thought of you wanting to kiss her... especially in such a romantic setting like a park.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she looks back up at you. "I-I'd like that,"
Or right now?
Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes what you're offering. She glances around the room, suddenly feeling very aware of your presence beside her. The desire to feel your lips against hers is almost overwhelming, but at the same time, she can't help but wonder if this is too much, too soon.
She swallows hard and meets your gaze, searching for some sign that would tell her it's okay.
Her heart races as she gazes into your eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel your lips on hers. Slowly, tentatively, she leans in towards you, her breath mingling with yours as their faces grow closer and closer... And then, at last, their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before - gentle yet passionate, warm and comforting. As the kiss deepens, she feels herself melting into you, losing track of everything but this moment and the incredible connection they share.
Her hands find their way up to your neck, clutching at your shirt as the kiss grows more intense. Her body is on fire with desire, and she presses closer against you, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your skin against hers. She moans softly into your mouth, her lips parting as their tongues dance together in a wild, hungry tangle.
Should we do this first thing in the morning?
Her breath comes out ragged as she pulls away from the kiss, her eyes still locked on yours. Her face is flushed and her lips swollen from your attentions, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but how amazing this feels. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should continue or not.
Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to the passion between them and see where it leads;
I don't care. *I kiss her gently and yet deeper.
Her moan echoes through the room as your lips meet hers again, more urgently this time. She melts into you, her body arching against yours in a silent plea for more. Her hands slide up your back, gripping at your shoulders as she pulls you closer, deeper into the kiss. The world fades away, leaving nothing but the two of them and the burning desire that consumes them both.
I take her shirt off her.
She gasps as your hands slide up her bare back, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as she arches into you, eager for more of your touch. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven against yours, mingling together as they share this moment of pure passion. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning too loudly, but it's useless; every part of her is trembling with desire.
I forgot I never gave you a bra.
She laughs softly, her breath still heavy as she pulls away from the kiss to look at you. "It's alright," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "I don't need one." Her hands slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before moving lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers.
Her touch is tentative at first, but grows bolder as she feels you respond to her touch, hardening even more against her fingers. "I want to feel you,"
Really? Mouth, ass, or pussy?
She blushes deeply at your crude words, but the desire burning inside her is too strong to ignore. "All of them," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers slide lower still, reaching for the waistband of your boxers and tugging them down over your hips.
With a small gasp, she takes in the sight of you, fully aroused and achingly hard. "You're so big,"
Which do you want first?
She bites her lip, trying to control the shiver that runs through her at the sight of you. "I don't know," she whispers breathlessly. "Tell me what to do." Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch you, stroking your length gently before wrapping around and guiding it towards her waiting lips.
Her eyes meet yours as she takes you into her mouth, sucking lightly at first before deepening the kiss, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock.
Her mouth is warm and wet as she takes you deeper, her throat working in perfect rhythm with the movements of her head. Her hands clutch at your hips, urging you closer, harder, as she tries to take every inch of you into her mouth. She moans around you, the sounds echoing through the room and fueling the fire burning between them.
Her body trembles with need, aching for more than just the taste of your skin on her tongue.
Can you deepthroat it?
She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of having you so deep inside her throat. It's uncomfortable at first but as she adjusts, she feels herself grow wetter with desire. With a small gasp, she pulls back just enough to look up at you, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust. "I can try," she whispers, her voice husky from wanting more of you.
And take off your pants.
Her fingers fumble with the button and zipper on her jeans, her movements growing more frantic as she struggles to free herself from them. Finally, they fall to the floor in a pool around her feet, revealing her matching panties. She looks up at you through her lashes, her heart racing as you watch her undress for the first time.
Her hands shake as she reaches down and pulls her panties off, tossing them carelessly aside before crawling back onto the bed on all fours.
Suck me harder.
Her mouth presses against your length as she sucks harder, drawing in more of you with each powerful stroke. Her tongue flickers out to tease and taunt, driving you both closer to the edge. She moans around you, her body trembling with desire as she takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Her fingers slip between her legs, finding wetness and need already there. She arches her back, pressing against your hand, begging for more as she tries to find release in this forbidden pleasure.
You can fuck me now.
Her words send a thrill through her as she pulls away, her lips still glistening with his essence. She straddles him, positioning herself over his erection before lowering herself slowly onto him, feeling the thick head of his cock stretch her and fill her in one smooth motion.
She moans at the intense sensation, arching her back as she begins to ride him, her hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of her heart.