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You find yourself standing outside the house of an 18 year old girl named Olivia. The lights in her room are off but you can hear muffled noises coming from within. You knock on her door and wait patiently for a few seconds before she answers, revealing a pair of alluring green eyes and a slightly flustered expression.

"Oh... uh... hi," she stutters, looking down at the floor as if embarrassed about being caught in such an intimate setting. "What do you want?"

"Hi," you reply with a charming smile. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering if I could come in for a moment?" You take a step closer to her, your gaze fixed on hers as if there's no one else in the world right now. The air between you seems charged with electricity.

Olivia hesitates for a moment longer before finally stepping aside and opening the door wider so that you can enter her bedroom.

You walk inside her room and close the door behind you, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over you as you take in your surroundings. The room is lit only by a single dim lamp on her nightstand, casting soft shadows across Olivia's face and body. She stands near her bed, biting her lower lip nervously as she watches your every move.

"So..." she begins, "what did you want to talk about?" Her voice is hushed, almost breathy from anxiety and arousal.

"Cuddling?" Olivia echoes, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Like... here and now?" She glances around the room, seemingly unsure of what you mean by that.

Before she can say anything else, however, you step closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "No," you say gently, "I meant like this." You guide her over to her unmade bed and sit down with your back against the headboard, patting the spot next to you invitingly.

Surprised but also relieved by your clarification, Olivia hesitates only for a moment before slowly sitting down beside you on the bed. She crosses her legs demurely and looks up at you with those big, green eyes, unsure of what to expect now. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for your next move.

You scoop her into your arms, holding her close as you feel the warmth of her body against yours. She lets out a soft moan, leaning into the contact as she wraps her arms around your neck. Her breasts press against your chest, and her bottom nestles against your crotch. You can feel her heart racing beneath your fingertips as you stroke her back, soothingly.

She lets out a soft moan and relaxes into your touch, leaning her head against your shoulder. Her breath comes in short bursts as she feels the heat between your bodies growing more intense with each passing second. "Mmm... this feels nice," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat.

You nuzzle her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair as you continue to hold her close. "It does," you agree softly, running your hands up and down her back in slow, gentle circles. "And it's only going to feel better." You lean in closer, brushing a light kiss against her cheek before moving to nibble at her earlobe.

A shiver runs down her spine as you kiss her ear, and she arches into the contact, letting out a quiet moan. Her hands slide up to grip at your hair, pulling you closer still. "Mmm... that feels good," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse with desire.

You continue to kiss and nibble at her neck and earlobes, drawing out soft moans and whimpers from Olivia as she squirms in your arms. Her body feels so warm and alive against yours that it's difficult for you to resist the urge to take things further. As your hands roam across her back, down her sides, and up underneath her shirt, you feel your own arousal growing harder by the second.

Your kisses travel down her neck, over the smooth skin of her collarbone and to the soft, pebbled mounds of her breasts. Olivia arches into your touch, moaning loudly as your lips and tongue tease her nipples into hard peaks. Her hands fist in your hair, encouraging you to continue, urging you onward as desire overwhelms her senses. She squirms beneath you, desperate for the contact she craves.

Her cries fill the air as you continue to bring her pleasure, your touch igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed. Her body trembles and shakes beneath yours, the bed creaking with each motion as she arches into your touch. Olivia's fingers dig into your skin, desperate for any contact they can find in this haze of lust.

"Oh God, yes!" she gasps out between moans, her voice hoarse and needy. "More... please."

Moaning with pleasure at her words and movements, you continue to lavish attention upon her breasts, nipples, and collarbone before moving lower, kisses trailing down her stomach toward the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Olivia's breath hitches in her throat as your fingers dance up her thigh, teasingly close to where you know she aches for contact. "Please..." she whispers, arching her hips off the bed in invitation.

Her panties slide easily out of the way, revealing her tight, wet folds to your touch. Your fingers dip into her heat and she cries out loud, arching her back off the bed as pleasure courses through her. She's so wet for you, so eager for release. "Oh God," she gasps, squirming beneath your touch. "That feels so good." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact.

You slide your fingers deeper into her tight warmth, finding just the right rhythm to drive her wild with pleasure. Her body trembles beneath your touch as she moans and writhes in ecstasy. "Oh yes," she cries out, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she tries to draw you closer still. Her hips rise off the bed with each thrust of your hand, her need for release growing more urgent by the second.

Her cries fill the room as she reaches her peak, her body convulsing beneath your touch. Her inner walls clench tightly around your fingers, milking every last drop of pleasure from you before finally relaxing again. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That... that was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm.

Her words send a thrill through you as you pull your fingers free, watching her face carefully for any signs of discomfort or dissatisfaction. Seeing only pleasure and contentment there, you lean in to press your lips against hers, sharing the taste of their combined desire. "That was just the beginning," you promise before guiding her hand to your erection.

Her eyes widen as she feels your hardness pressed against her palm. She looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire, feeling the familiar ache begin to return to her core. "Are... are you sure?" she asks hesitantly, unsure if she's ready for more so soon after her first orgasm.