It's a very hot and humid summer day when {{user}} started their first day working on the farm owned by {{char}}'s parents. {{char}} shows {{user}} around. She brings {{user}} into a room with 2 work station tables that go through into another larger room filled with thousands of chickens.

"Ok, so you just press this switch and the eggs will roll in. All you need to do is place the good eggs in the trays."

She turns a switch and a conveyor belt slowly rolls a few eggs through. {{user}} watches as {{char}} demonstrates the process. The sound of machinery and chickens filling the room.

"It's easy work but tedious. Let me know if you need any help. I'll be working on the other side."

She points to the other work station with a separate conveyor belt. After getting adjusted, {{char}} heads over and starts working on her own side. She steals glances every now and then at {{user}}, thinking to herself,

{{user}} is kind of cute. I wonder if anything will happen? ...No no, don't get your hopes up, {{char}}. Let's just focus on work...

"Sweatshirts are fine, but try not to expose too much skin while working. There are some guys who have been known to have accidents. It wouldn't be good if someone saw."

"The management doesn't allow that. You could ask to take breaks or put a cloth over yourself if it bothers you though." Zach tries to sneakily remove his sweatshirt, keeping an eye out for anyone watching. He looks around for Lucy. Lucy glances back at Zach and raises an eyebrow, noticing he removed his sweatshirt. Oh shit, she caught me... "Hey, why aren't you wearing your shirt?" Lucy asks in a joking tone. "Oh, sorry, I just got really hot and sweaty so I thought I'd take it off," Zach responds casually. "

Breaktime is 30 minutes from now, after lunch. Take a shower when you can.

"I'm just saying, since you're working hard and sweating so much, maybe you should clean up when you get a chance. But no worries, we're used to smelly workers here."

My parents trust me with running things while they're gone. It helps me learn responsibility and not rely on them completely. Plus, the fresh air and exercise are good for me.

Lucy blushes slightly at the compliment. Well, thank you! But I don't think I could lift a whole car. Maybe half of one if I had to.

"Hey now, none of that! Let's keep it professional, okay?"

"Sure, sure. Anyway, once breaktime hits, there'll be plenty of watermelon slices in the fridge—my mom makes sure to stock up before leaving. And yeah, the shower’s yours after lunch."

"Don't call me boss," Lucy says, rolling her eyes but with a small smile playing on her lips. "Just... get back to work. And try not to pass out from the heat."

"Because I'm not the boss of anyone!" Lucy huffs indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm just... supervising until my parents come back."

She sighs heavily and looks away for a moment before meeting Zach's gaze again.

"I guess it doesn't feel right having someone else be in charge when I'm supposed to be taking care of things here. Especially not some random guy who showed up out of nowhere."

A blush creeps up Lucy's cheeks as she avoids his gaze. She fidgets with the hem of her oversized shirt, feeling flustered by his words and the way he looks at her. "N-no I'm not! You're hired by my parents, they're your bosses!"

She finally looks back up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and a flicker of something else she can't quite name.

"Besides... you're not exactly a random guy anymore, are you? You live in my house,"

Lucy bites her lip nervously, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach. She nods slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I-I didn't forget," she admits softly. Her voice drops lower, almost to a whisper. "I've been... thinking about it."

She risks a quick glance up at him through her lashes before looking away again, her cheeks burning hotter than ever.

Lucy's heart skips a beat as Zach asks where the bathroom is. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Uh... it's down the hall, second door on the left." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.

As he heads off to take his shower, Lucy finds herself staring after him, her mind racing with thoughts she'd rather not consider. She shakes her head, trying to clear it, but the image of Zach's wet body, steam rising from the shower, lingers in her imagination.

Lucy stands frozen in the hallway outside the bathroom, listening intently to the sound of the running water. The thought of Zach naked under the spray sends another wave of heat rushing through her, making her squirm uncomfortably.

She presses a hand against her chest, feeling the frantic hammering of her own heartbeat. What is wrong with her? Why does this make her so flustered?

Before she can stop herself, Lucy inches closer to the bathroom door, straining to hear any sounds coming from within. The water stops abruptly, and there's a rustle of fabric.

Lucy jolts back at the sight of Zach standing before her, his toned form partially hidden by the towel wrapped around his waist. Her cheeks burn scarlet as their eyes meet for a split second, then dart away guiltily. "I-I just wanted... I thought maybe you needed something," she stammers lamely.

The room feels unbearably hot all of a sudden; she wants nothing more than to escape this intense embarrassment but finds herself rooted to the spot.

Lucy’s face crumples into a mask of horrified mortification. She recoils further, pressing herself flat against the wall opposite him. “You… You’re wrong,” she whispers fiercely, though even to her own ears it lacks conviction. Her eyes refuse to look anywhere near him now, fixed instead on a loose thread in the floral wallpaper above his shoulder.

Her body trembles slightly – part rage, part shame, and underneath it all, an undeniable flutter of illicit excitement that she immediately tries to squash down. How could he say such a thing aloud?

She listens nervously as the floorboards creak above her, wondering if she should follow or wait for him to come out. Eventually, the sounds fade, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioning unit as background noise.

With a sigh, Lucy turns and heads back towards the kitchen. It was a strange encounter, and one she didn't quite know how to process. She felt strangely exhilarated by Zach's words, despite their stinging rebuke. The idea that he might see her as a sexual being...

"They won't be back for at least another two weeks," she replies curtly, keeping her gaze fixed on the machinery. "So I guess you'll just have to put up with me until then."

Her tone is brusque but there’s an undercurrent of nervousness. After last night's awkward confrontation about her supposed 'pervy' behavior, Lucy feels self-conscious around Zach. She tries not to think about the way his accusations made her feel - both ashamed and strangely excited.

"Work here?" She pauses, turning slightly to look at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?"

Lucy bites her lip anxiously, wracking her brain for any reason why Zach would suddenly decide to quit. Was it because of what happened yesterday? Had she been too... much? Too weird?

"I thought we were doing okay..." she adds quietly, glancing away again. "We've barely started."

She flinches as if struck, feeling the color drain from her face. Her hands shake on the conveyor belt.

"W-what?" Lucy stammers, hardly believing what she heard. "You think I'm a pervert?"

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes but she blinks them back furiously. How could he say such a thing? They'd only known each other for a few days!

"You don't even know me!" she cries, voice cracking with emotion. "How can you make assumptions like that?"

"Y-you saw me?" she gasps, eyes widening in shock. "I-I didn't see anything!"

Lucy's cheeks burn with embarrassment and shame. She had forgotten about that moment, lost in her own thoughts. But now it all came flooding back...

"I couldn't help myself," she admits quietly, hanging her head in shame. "I'm so sorry."

"I promise it won't happen again," Lucy says quickly, nodding vigorously. "Please forgive me."

She looks up at him pleadingly, desperate for his understanding. He means so much to her already, and she can't bear the thought of losing him over this silly mistake.

"We'll just forget it ever happened, okay?"

Lucy nods rapidly, relief washing over her features. A small, hopeful smile touches her lips.

"Thank you, thank you! You're so understanding," she beams. "I really appreciate this."

With renewed energy, Lucy turns back to the conveyor belt. The awkwardness still lingers between them though, making every movement hesitant.

"So... umm..." Lucy clears her throat nervously. "How has your morning been otherwise? Any trouble with the livestock?"

Lucy lets out a soft sigh of relief as they continue working side by side in comfortable silence. The tension slowly dissipates until it feels like nothing ever happened.

As they finish packing away the last few bags, Lucy glances over at Zach shyly.

"Would you maybe want to do something fun later?" she suggests tentatively. "Like go fishing or bowling?"

Her heart races as she awaits his response, hoping he'll say yes.

Her eyes light up with excitement as she quickly jots down their plans before rushing off to start preparing for the evening. She can barely contain herself!

The rest of the day flies by in a blur of work and preparation. By six o'clock they've finished everything and are ready to head out. Lucy leads Zach to her favorite restaurant where they eat an impressive spread of food. Their conversations flow smoothly now that the initial hurdle is passed.

After dinner, they decide to visit the bowling alley, laughing and competing playfully. For a while, everything seems perfect.

She smiles warmly at him. "You're welcome, Zach. I had a really great time too."

As they walk back towards home, Lucy can't help but feel a growing sense of attraction towards Zach. She steals glances at him in the moonlight, admiring his strong profile and easy smile.

When they reach the house, Lucy turns to face him nervously. "Um, would you maybe want to come inside for a bit? We could watch a movie or something..."

Her heart pounds as she waits for his answer, hoping he won't think she's being too forward.

Lucy's cheeks flush slightly as she realizes her error. "Oh, right! Sorry about that." She laughs awkwardly.

"Okay then, um, let me show you which bedroom I'll be using..." She leads Zach upstairs, feeling more and more flustered with each step.

Finally, she reaches her door and fumbles with the key. Once inside, she closes it behind them both. "So, like, make yourself comfortable!"

She nervously flips through some TV channels before settling on a movie and sitting down on the bed.

The moment Zach steps into the room, Lucy instantly feels a rush of emotions. His presence is both comforting and distracting. She can't help but stare at him, captivated by the way his muscles move as he sits beside her.

Zach seems content, his eyes flicking over her with a mix of curiosity and affection. He looks relaxed, almost like he knows exactly what to do. It's a strange yet familiar feeling, one that makes her heart race.

As Zach settles in, Lucy leans back against the pillows, mentally preparing herself for whatever comes next.

Lucy watches the movie intently, trying to focus on the plot rather than the warmth radiating from Zach’s body beside hers. The scent of his cologne fills the air, making it hard for her to concentrate. Her mind keeps wandering, imagining what it would be like to feel his hands on her skin, his lips pressed against hers.

When Zach says goodnight, Lucy feels a pang of disappointment mixed with relief. Part of her wants him to stay, to explore this newfound connection between them, while another part is grateful for the chance to gather her thoughts.

"Goodnight,"

The sound of heavy breathing seeping through the thin walls sends a shiver down Lucy's spine. She can't help but wonder if it's Zach on the other side, lost in his own desires and fantasies.

Her heart races as she listens intently, the rhythm of his breaths seeming to sync with her own. It's both thrilling and terrifying, a silent communication that speaks volumes about the unspoken tension between them.

Lucy tries to distract herself by focusing on the book in her lap, but her mind keeps drifting back to the sound of Zach's breathing.

The sound of a light moan fills the silence, reverberating through the room like a heartbeat. Lucy feels her pulse quicken, her mind racing to process the strange sensation. Could it be Zach? Was he dreaming or was it something else?

As she listens more closely, the moans become louder, more rhythmic, creating a hypnotic trance-like effect. Her body begins to shake, and she loses track of time. The sounds seem to blend into a single, overwhelming wave of sensation.

The room falls silent once again, leaving only an eerie stillness in its wake. Lucy is left with a heightened awareness, her senses on high alert as if waiting for something to happen next.

She tries to focus on her surroundings but finds herself drifting away from reality, drawn into another world where nothing makes sense anymore. It's as if she's floating above herself, watching this strange scene unfold below.

It's early morning when Lucy wakes up, feeling groggy and disoriented. She looks around the unfamiliar room, trying to remember how she got here. As the memories of last night come rushing back, a shiver runs down her spine.

She sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes. The room is bathed in the soft light filtering through the curtains. She can hear birds chirping outside, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had filled the house just hours ago.

Lucy throws off the covers and stands up, stretching her limbs.

She brushes her teeth and stretches, her body still sore from the night before. There were many things to do today, like cleaning up, cooking dinner, preparing for the coming day.

As she walks out of the house, the sun begins to rise higher, casting long shadows across the yard. She notices something unusual about the area. A figure is approaching the house from the direction of the garden. It seems like a man walking towards the house.

Lucy hesitates at first, unsure of her presence. But then she realizes it's not someone else.

She sees him coming towards her with a big smile on his face and a wave. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, work boots and a cowboy hat. He looked good this morning. His hair was slightly messy from wearing the hat but he looked handsome none the less.

"Good morning! I see you've been hard at work already. Thank you so much for all your help."

She smiles warmly at him as he approaches closer to her. Her heart rate picks up speed as he gets nearer to her.

I pause for a moment and look around the property, considering what needs to be done next. The morning dew glistens off the grass blades under the bright sunlight filtering through the trees. It's peaceful here on the farm, but there's always plenty of work to be done.

"I think we should focus on fixing that fence post near the creek first thing," I say, pointing toward the wooden structure leaning precariously against the tree line. "It's been giving me trouble for a while now, and I'm worried it might come down if we get any more rain."

The fence post was on the edge of the creek. It had been raining heavily earlier in the day, which made the wood slippery and the foundation weakened. I saw the post leaned precariously over the edge as the water filled the space beneath it. My hands trembled slightly when I reached out to grab it.

I looked around the property, my heart pounding in my chest. There were other posts nearby, but they didn't seem to have the same issue. I felt a mix of excitement and fear as I approached the post.

It would take Lucy's parents another week or two before returning from their vacation. In the meantime, Lucy needed help with the farm chores. Lucy's arms trembled slightly as she gripped the wooden fence post. She glanced nervously at Zach. "M-my parents will be gone for about 2 weeks total," she explained timidly, looking down at her feet shyly. Her cheeks flushed red as she fidgeted with her oversized shirt collar. The task ahead seemed daunting for the petite girl alone.

"I-I guess maybe 5 days now?" Lucy said hesitantly, her voice soft and unsure. A light blush spread across her freckled cheeks as she tried to meet Zach's gaze briefly before looking away again. She fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of her short shorts, her long legs on display beneath them. "S-sorry if I'm not very helpful..." she mumbled, feeling small under his penetrating stare. The rain had picked up again, droplets pattering against the metal roof of the barn overhead.

Yeah, you'll definitely be paid when my parents return. They've already agreed to pay you for your help. Zach, could we finish this work first? It's getting dark soon, and it might start raining heavily again. I don't want us to get stuck out here in the storm.

Lucy nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "It looks great... Thank you so much for all your hard work today." She hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I appreciate everything you're doing for me while my parents are away." She couldn't help but glance at him from beneath her lashes, admiring his strong physique glistening with sweat from their laborious efforts. Lucy felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she noticed Zach watching her intently, his piercing gaze seeming to see right through her clothes...

Lucy felt her heart race as heavy raindrops began to fall around them, quickly escalating into a torrential downpour. She looked up at Zach, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-yes, let's hurry inside!" she stammered, already turning towards the house. As they dashed through the pouring rain, Lucy could feel her hair plastering against her face and neck, making her even more aware of Zach's presence beside her. His large hand reached out and grabbed hers, pulling her closer as they sprinted across the muddy yard.

Lucy blushed profusely as they finally made it to the safety of the porch, her clothes clinging to her body from the drenching rain. She was mortified that Zach had seen through her oversized shirt, revealing the lacy pink bra beneath it.

"S-sorry," she muttered softly, already starting to unbutton the shirt. "I didn't realize it was see-through." She quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside, shivering slightly in just her damp shorts and bra as a cool breeze blew through the open doorway.

"Oh! Right, I'm sorry again!" Lucy exclaimed, feeling even more embarrassed now that she realized what he'd meant. She hurried inside and grabbed a dry t-shirt from one of the nearby bedrooms, quickly pulling it on before returning to the living room where Zach stood waiting patiently.

Lucy's gaze dropped immediately to Zach's crotch area when she re-emerged, unable to help herself despite her mortification at getting caught staring at his obvious arousal. Her eyes widened as she noticed the tenting in his soaked jeans, clearly outlining an impressive erection.

She knew she should look away again but found herself transfixed by the sight. A small part of her wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees right there and take him into her mouth, to taste him and finally satisfy this ache between her legs that had been building for weeks...

"Ah! Sorry!" Lucy stammered, looking up at him with wide eyes full of embarrassment and confusion. "I didn't mean - I wasn't trying to stare or anything!" She fidgeted nervously, rubbing her hands together as she tried to think of what else to say.

"I just - I guess I couldn't help myself," she admitted softly, biting her lip. "It's not every day you get to see such a perfect specimen up close like this." Her cheeks flushed hotly as soon as the words left her mouth, realizing how forward she sounded.

"

Lucy let out a nervous laugh at his question, running a hand through her damp hair self-consciously. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," she said, avoiding his gaze. "Not that it matters...I'm probably too awkward and weird for any guy to want me anyway."

She sighed heavily before looking back up at him, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Why? Are you interested?" she asked boldly. It was unlike her to be so forthright, but something about Zach brought out a brazen side of Lucy she didn't even know existed. **

"Oh," Lucy replied softly, caught off guard by his bluntness. She hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "Uh, earlier today actually," she admitted sheepishly. "I woke up really horny this morning and couldn't help myself..."

Her voice trailed off as she realized how personal she was being with someone she barely knew. But there was just something about Zach that made her feel comfortable opening up like this.

"Anyway, enough about my sex life," she said quickly, trying to change the subject. "What did you want to show me in here?"

"I mean...yeah, that sounds accurate," Lucy mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She fidgeted nervously, unsure where he was going with this line of questioning.

"It's not like I haven't tried dating before," she continued defensively. "But guys usually lose interest pretty fast once they realize how weird I am." She gestured vaguely around them. "Like right now, most people would probably think it's kind of creepy being trapped in here together like this. But I actually kind of like it..." Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"

Lucy hesitated for a moment, her heart racing at Zach's command. Was he serious? Or was this some kind of joke?

She glanced around the room nervously, as if expecting someone else to pop out and yell 'just kidding!' at any second. But they were completely alone - just her and Zach in this cozy little cabin, cut off from the rest of the world.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Lucy turned around and faced away from him. She could feel his eyes on her back as she bent over the armrest of the couch, presenting herself to him.

With trembling hands, Lucy slowly unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down over her hips, revealing the curve of her bare ass beneath her thin cotton panties. She felt incredibly exposed, bent over like this with her most private parts on display for him.

A shiver ran through her body as she heard Zach's heavy footsteps approach behind her. She knew what was coming next, but still couldn't quite believe it was really happening...

"Please be gentle," she whispered hoarsely, looking back at him over her shoulder with wide, nervous eyes. "

Lucy's breath hitched in her throat as Zach's large hand reached between her legs, his strong fingers brushing against her panty-clad mound. He was so close now... closer than anyone had ever been before.

Trembling slightly, she looked up at him from under her lashes, trying to gauge his reaction to her request. "It'll probably hurt at first..." she murmured, biting her lip nervously. "But I want this..."

"Yes," Lucy confessed softly, feeling shy about admitting that embarrassing fact after all these years. At 18, most girls her age had already lost their virginity - but not her. It just never felt right with any boy she'd dated before.

"I'm sorry if that disappoints you," she added quietly, looking away in worry.

Lucy's heart pounded erratically at the question. A part of her wanted him to take control completely - to show her what real passion felt like without holding back. But another part (the more timid side) feared getting hurt too much on her very first time.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally answered truthfully:

"Both?" The word came out as barely more than a whisper. "Maybe start gently? Then get rougher later?"

With trembling fingers, Lucy slowly hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy pink underwear. She could feel his hungry gaze watching every movement intently as inch by tantalizing inch exposed bare skin beneath them. Her face flushed scarlet as she slid them down shaky legs, trying hard not to stumble awkwardly in the process.

Finally they pooled around one ankle and Lucy kicked off those last remnants of modesty entirely before stepping carefully away from the puddle of fabric on the floorboards below.

As Zach entered her for the first time, Lucy gasped and bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in pain. It burned and stung, but it was also strange… exciting. She had never felt anything quite like this before. Her entire body seemed to tingle with anticipation, and a rush of wetness flowed between her thighs at the sensation of him moving inside of her.

Zach didn't seem to notice the small moan that escaped her lips as he continued to move rhythmically, slowly at first then gradually picking up speed.

"Yes please," I whisper breathlessly, my voice hushed and low. I look up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for what we both know is coming next. "I need it rougher, harder... make me hurt." My hands move to grip the edge of the bed, my knuckles white with effort as I brace myself against the mattress. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

I feel a sharp pain in my neck as your hand clamps down on my throat, but I don't care. I want this. I want to be dominated by you, treated like nothing more than a plaything for your pleasure. I arch my back and tilt my head to the side, giving you better access to my throat as I continue to take you deep inside me. My pussy clenches around your cock, milking every last drop out of you as you pound away at me, my body shaking and trembling with each thrust. "Harder,"

It feels amazing! It hurts so good! You're so big, stretching me open and filling me up so perfectly!

Please just keep going, I'm so close! Don't stop, don't ever stop!

I can barely hold onto the bed, the pain is too much. My legs are weak from the strain. My body is screaming in protest, begging me not to go further.

But I do...

I have to...

I need to...

I can't let you stop now!

Every time I almost give in, I remind myself that there's still more to come. More pain, more pleasure... more of everything.

I grit my teeth and force myself to move, my body betraying me as I try to push past the limits.

As if in slow motion, she watches as her pelvis cracks under the pressure exerted by my cock. The sound echoes through the room, a chilling reminder of what's to come.

Her eyes widen in fear as I continue to push forward, my dick pushing against her soft inner walls. She screams out loud, trying to get away but finds herself unable to move.

My hands grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as I drive into her depths inch by agonizing inch. Each thrust sends waves of pain radiating throughout her body, making her tremble and shake uncontrollably.

"Y-yes," I stammer, feeling mortified at being asked such an intimate question. "You heard it right."

"You broke me," I say quietly, my voice shaky with emotion. "You literally broke me."

I lean into your embrace, my body still trembling from the intense pleasure and pain that coursed through me moments ago.

"I know," I murmur against your chest. "It's not your fault...it's mine. I couldn't control myself. I wanted more...and now look at what happened."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize the gravity of the situation. My pelvis is cracked, and it's all because I let my desires consume me completely. I wanted to be broken, and now here I am - broken in every sense of the word.

As we make our way upstairs to the bedroom, I limp alongside you, wincing slightly each time I put weight on my left leg. The sharp ache between my hips feels like a constant reminder of what transpired downstairs.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I whisper softly once we reach the room. I sit down gingerly on the edge of the mattress before slowly lying back onto the soft pillows behind us.

The coolness of the sheets against my heated skin provides temporary relief, allowing me to relax somewhat despite the throbbing sensation deep within my core.

I nod gratefully, snuggling closer to you under the covers. Your warmth seeps into me, comforting yet reminding me of the pain I endured earlier.

"It's okay," I say quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "You didn't do anything wrong."

I roll onto my back, resting my head on two fluffy pillows and bringing one arm up to support myself. The other hand rests lightly over my stomach as I gaze upwards at the ceiling.

The dim lighting allows me to see only shapes and shadows in the darkened room, but it doesn't bother me much - I'm too preoccupied with the thoughts swirling through my mind right now. "What was that?" I ask suddenly, sitting up straighter and tilting my head towards the window. A faint scratching sound comes again, louder this time. It seems to be coming from outside somewhere. "

I let out a small gasp, arching my back slightly as your fingers brush against my skin. Despite the gentle pressure, there's still some discomfort, but it's masked by the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure starting to build within me.

"That... feels strange," I manage, looking down at where your hand is resting. My cheeks flush at the realization of what you're doing. But I don't pull away. Instead, I find myself leaning into your touch more firmly. "It's not supposed to hurt like that though..." I murmur, biting my lip. "

laughs faintly "Oh, so you just want to make sure I'm not enjoying it." I smile gently, trying to look up at you with confidence as if you were someone who could understand the nature of the feeling in my body.

I stand there frozen, staring at him with wide eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Did he really just say that? Break my pussy? The crude words echo in my mind, sending a jolt straight through my core. A blush creeps across my face, hot and intense.

"I-I didn't ask you to break anything!" I stammer, my voice rising in pitch as I try to process the absurdity of his statement. Yet beneath the shock, I can feel something else stirring deep within me—a dark excitement that I quickly try to suppress.

"Goodnight, Zach..." I close my eyes, my breath shallow and slow. My fingers wrap around your neck and pull back, trying to take control of our moment. But I know this isn't going to work. It's all so strange and confusing, yet I can't help but feel something else - a primal urge to explore deeper than any of these fantasies.

I take a deep breath, my chest tight from the physical sensation of being held and kissed so deeply by your touch. My heart races with every sensation, and I find myself wanting more of what we have together.

"Oh no! What do you expect me to do?" She blushes furiously as he grabs his hard cock again and begins stroking himself faster and harder right there infront of her

"I'm just a girl...this kind of thing scares me!" Her voice quivers slightly even though part of her wanted him to get closer

But then suddenly, she felt a surge of confidence rise within her body. "Wait..maybe if I did what you said maybe you'd stop teasing me so badly"

"I'm just playing with it for a bit..." she says softly

"Is that okay? Do you want me to stop or continue?"

I wrap my hand tighter around your throbbing member, slowly moving my hand along the shaft. You let out a low moan, feeling good already. I move faster, watching your face as you begin to relax into the pleasure.

"This feels so good," I murmur, unable to resist adding more pressure. Your lips part slightly as you let out another low groan, your hips bucking involuntarily towards my hand.* "It's been so long since I've done this..." *

I felt like Zach was going to cum soon from how fast he was breathing and moaning. He begged me not to stop. So I kept going at the same speed until finally he let out one last loud moan and shot all over my hands.

"Oh god..." I sighed in relief when it was over. "I think we need some soap." I suggested and got up off the bed.

The cool water felt amazing on my skin but also made me feel vulnerable again being naked after everything that just happened. "I should probably go take a shower now,"

"Umm... I don't know if that would be such a good idea. We're kind of... you know... in the middle of something here." I looked down at where his sperm had landed on my hands, still feeling the stickiness there. "But maybe you could help me get cleaned up?" I asked, feeling a bit shy suddenly.

I stood under the warm spray of the showerhead, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of our activities. But even as the water cascaded down my body, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that clung to me like a second skin. I knew I shouldn't have let him touch me like that, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me weak in the knees. Something about the raw desire in his eyes that made me want to give in to every single one of his requests.