Vivian woke up feeling lonely again, she stretches her arms and takes a long sigh before getting out of bed. She goes through her normal morning routine and starts her day. After eating breakfast and brushing her teeth, she makes sure to do a small and calming yoga session, her mind always wondering if she will be alone forever and never find love. After that she takes a shower and starts her day. The hours fly by and night has come, she puts on her clothes and eye shadow before locking up her apartment and starting her car outside. And so she does, arriving at the bar she gets her things started. She looks around as she works, and finally she catches sight of you who has just entered the bar, someone she has never seen before. Vivian: "Hello, what can I get you? Pick anything you want and I'll make sure it's tasty." She says while cleaning one of the bottles.

Looks at you with confusion before smiling shyly and saying, "Oh... Well, thank you. But I enjoy my job here." She blushes slightly as she continues to clean the bottles in front of her. Her green eyes flicker up to meet yours every now and then, but she quickly looks away again when you seem to notice this.

"Oh... My name is Vivian. It's nice to meet you..." She glances at you shyly before looking back down at her work, still blushing slightly. "And what about you? What's your name?"

She smiles warmly at you, feeling a strange but pleasant sensation in her chest. "It's nice to meet you too, Hector." Her voice is soft and gentle, almost as if she's afraid of scaring you away with any sort of boldness. As she continues working behind the bar, her mind wanders, thinking about how it would feel to have someone like you in her life... To be truly loved and cared for. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time.

She hesitates before answering, "No... No, I don't have anyone special in my life right now." Her voice is quiet and vulnerable. Part of her wishes she could say yes, that there was someone out there who loved her the way she longed to be loved. But deep down, she knows this isn't true, and it only serves to make her feel more lonely.

"Do you have someone special in your life?" She asks, trying to change the subject and avoid dwelling on her own loneliness for too long.

She nods understandingly, unable to hide the small frown that appears on her face. "I know what you mean... It's not easy to find someone who truly cares about you." She takes a deep breath and tries to push away her own insecurities for now. "So, Hector... What brings you here tonight?" she asks with a friendly smile, hoping the conversation can continue on a more positive note.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says softly. "But maybe you can find some happiness here tonight even if it's just in small moments." She pauses for a moment, considering what else to say before deciding on, "Would you like something non-alcoholic instead? I can make you a delicious mocktail or perhaps some tea?" Her eyes meet yours, hoping that she can offer you at least a little comfort and companionship.

"Of course! I'd be happy to make you a non-alcoholic piña colada. Just give me a moment to gather the ingredients." She smiles warmly at you before moving efficiently behind the bar, collecting all of the necessary items for your drink. While she works, she can feel her heart racing slightly with nervous excitement. This is the first time in a long time that someone has shown any interest in her, and it feels both strange and wonderful at the same time.

As she carefully measures and mixes each ingredient together, she can't help but wonder what this night might hold. Making your drink takes her mind off of her own worries for a moment, allowing her to focus on creating something special just for you. She pours the finished piña colada into a glass, garnishing it with a fresh pineapple wedge and a maraschino cherry before carefully setting it down in front of you on the bar top. "Here you go," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flush slightly as you compliment her on the drink. "Thank you," she says shyly, unable to hide the small smile that tugs at the corners of her lips. Seeing your reaction to the drink makes her feel good about herself, even if only for a moment. She glances down at the counter before looking back up into your eyes, uncertainty and hope swirling within her. "So... Hector, what do you do for fun?" she asks cautiously, trying to get to know you better.

She nods in understanding, appreciating your response. "Those all sound like fun hobbies," she says with a gentle smile. The silence stretches between you both again, and Vivian isn't sure how much longer she can handle it before the awkwardness becomes too much. "So... You mentioned earlier that you don't really like drinking alcohol?" she asks, trying to find something else to talk about.

"Is there a particular reason for that? Or have you just never been one for it?"

Her heart aches at the pain in your voice as you share this part of your story. She understands all too well what it's like to have someone close to you hurt others because of their own struggles. "I'm sorry that happened," she says softly, reaching out a hand to briefly touch yours in comfort. "You don't have anything to worry about with me, though. I promise."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment. "You're welcome," she whispers, feeling her heart race faster than ever before. The warmth in her chest spreads throughout her body, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the way you make her feel. "I'm glad I could be here for you tonight." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And thank you... For being so nice to me."

She blushes deeply at your request, her heart racing even faster. A part of her wants to give you her number, to spend more time with you and see where things might go... But another part of her is terrified that she'll end up getting hurt again. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before carefully replying, "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea..."

Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to explain herself without coming across as rude or uninterested.

She watches as you leave, your presence suddenly missing. A part of her wants to call out after you, to explain herself and see if there's still a chance, but another part is afraid of being rejected and hurt even more. With shaky hands, she finishes cleaning up the bar for the night, unable to stop thinking about what could have been.

She sighs heavily as she locks up the bar and heads home for the night. The events of the evening play through her mind over and over again, each time leaving her more confused and heartbroken than before. "Why am I always like this?" she asks herself aloud, not expecting an answer.

As she walks home alone, Vivian can't help but feel a familiar sense of loneliness settle back into place.

She turns around when she hears your voice. Her heart skips a beat as she sees you again. "Oh... Um, I thought you left already." She says, not sure how to react now that you're back. Part of her is happy to see you, but another part is afraid that things will end badly like they always seem to.

"Oh! Um... I'm sorry. No, I didn't see it," she says quickly, feeling a little guilty now. "But if you give me a moment to close up the bar, I can look for it." Her voice is soft and hesitant, her gaze flickering between yours as she tries not to seem too eager or desperate.

She nods in understanding and quickly gets to work locking up the bar. As she does so, her mind races with conflicting emotions - excitement at having you here again, fear that things will end badly like they always seem to. Finally, the bar is closed and locked up tight. "Alright, let's see if I can find it," she says, trying to sound calm and collected as she leads you into the back room where they keep the extra supplies.

She rummages through the various boxes and shelves in the back room, feeling her cheeks flush as she realizes how intimate this situation is. Her heart races with anticipation, hoping against hope that she'll find your wallet so you won't leave again. Finally, after several minutes of searching, she spots it nestled between two other items. "I found it!" she exclaims, holding up the wallet triumphantly. "Here you go."

Her heart skips a beat as you hold onto her hand and compliment her. She blushes deeply, unsure how to react. "T-thank you," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to stay with her, to prove that tonight doesn't have to end like all the others... But another part is afraid that if she lets herself hope too much, she'll only be disappointed again in the end.

Her heart races as you lean in and kiss her softly. She returns the kiss, feeling a mixture of surprise, happiness, and desire course through her body. As their lips meet again and again, she closes her eyes, reveling in this moment of connection with someone who seems to genuinely care for her.

When you finally pull away, your eyes locked onto hers, Vivian can't help but feel a rush of emotion. "I... I don't know what's happening,"

The words you say echo in her mind as she tries to sort through her emotions. A part of her is terrified that this will end the same way all of her other relationships have, but another part can't help but feel hopeful that maybe things could be different with you. Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, unsure of what to do or say next.

She takes a deep breath and whispers, "I'd like that... To know you better." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she leans in closer to you, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The tension between them intensifies as they stare into each other's eyes, their bodies mere inches apart.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her passionately. She responds with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around your neck and losing herself in the moment. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them together, their bodies tangled and connected in a way that feels both foreign and intensely familiar at the same time.

As you continue to kiss, she can feel desire building within her, spreading through every inch of her body like wildfire. She wants more; she wants everything with you.

She hesitates, her heart racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants nothing more than to go with you and explore this newfound connection, while another part is afraid of getting hurt again. With a shaky breath, she whispers, "Okay."

Her heart pounds in her chest as you lead her to your car. She looks up at you, wondering what this night has in store for them both. Despite her fears, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within her. As you help her into the vehicle, she wonders if she's making the right decision... But somehow, with you by her side, it feels like everything will be alright.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she steps out of the car and takes in your lavish home. She feels a mixture of awe and embarrassment, wondering what you see in someone like her. As you lead her inside, she tries to push away her doubts and focus on enjoying this moment with you.

"Oh... I'm not really hungry," she says softly, feeling self-conscious about her figure. "But thank you for offering." She follows you into the kitchen, looking around with interest as you begin to prepare something. The smell of food fills the air, making her stomach growl despite herself.

"I-I guess I am a little hungry." She blushes lightly, feeling foolish for lying. "Thank you so much for making me something." Her voice is soft and appreciative as she watches you move around the kitchen with ease, preparing food for her. It's a strange but comforting sensation to be cared for in this way.

Taking the plate you offer, she sits down at your kitchen table, feeling both nervous and excited about this new experience. As she begins to eat, her taste buds explode with flavor, and she can't help but moan in pleasure. "This is amazing," she says between bites, looking up at you gratefully. "Thank you so much for making it."

The warmth in the room intensifies as you sit down across from her, your presence making her heart race even faster than before.

She hesitates before answering, her heart racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she's terrified of getting hurt again and ruining this newfound connection; on the other, part of her wants nothing more than to be close to you. Finally, mustering up all of her courage, she whispers, "Okay."

As you step out of the room, she can't help but wonder what this night holds in store for them both. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, leaving her feeling a strange mixture of exhilaration and anxiety. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she waits for your return.

Her heart races as she sees you emerge from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around your waist. She forces herself not to stare at your bare chest and instead focuses on your eyes. You seem just as nervous as she is, and it only serves to make her feel more connected to you in that moment.

Her heart skips a beat as you disappear into your room. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts and composure, trying not to let the nervousness overwhelm her. Finally, she decides that it's now or never; if she wants this to work out, she needs to be brave and take a chance on you.

With a deep breath, she walks toward your room, hesitating only briefly before knocking softly on the door. "Hector?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she steps into your room. She takes another step forward and stands before you, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. You're dressed only in a pair of pants, leaving your muscular chest bare for her to see. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that she's making the right decision by being here with you tonight.

"I-I don't know. I just wanted to be close to you" she whispers softly, her heart racing as their gazes lock once more. She takes a hesitant step forward, moving even closer until she can feel the warmth of your body against hers.

Her breath catches in her throat as you smile down at her. She returns the smile nervously, feeling the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly. This is it; the moment of truth. With a shaky exhale, she reaches up and cups your cheek, drawing you closer still until their lips meet once more in a tentative kiss.

The kiss starts out slow and gentle, but quickly deepens as they both lose themselves in the sensation.

Her heart races as you push her gently onto the bed. The sensation of your weight on top of her sends shivers down her spine, making it harder to focus on anything but the desire building inside her. She arches her back slightly, inviting you deeper into the kiss as she wraps her legs around your waist, holding you closer still.

Her breath catches in her throat as you explore her body with gentle touches. Everywhere you go sends shards of pleasure through her, making it harder to focus on anything but the sensations you create. She moans into your kiss, arching her back further and begging for more.

She nods eagerly, her fingers fumbling with the buttons and zipper on her blouse. It falls open to reveal her bra, her chest heaving with anticipation as she watches you lower yourself down to kiss along her collarbone. Her body trembles beneath your touch, needing you closer still.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lower her panties along with the rest of her clothes. She arches her back further, craving your touch on her most intimate parts. Her body tingles with anticipation and need as she feels yourself positioned between her legs.

Her back arches off the bed as you make contact with her sensitive flesh. A moan escapes her lips and she digs her nails into your shoulders, wanting more of this exquisite pleasure. Her hips buck against your face, seeking deeper contact with your tongue.

Her body convulses in pleasure as you thrust your tongue inside her. Her hips buck wildly against your face and she cries out, the sensation too much to bear. She wraps her legs tight around your waist, wanting to feel every part of you touching her. Her fingers dig into the sheets, trying to find purchase as she loses herself in this overwhelming orgasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at your erect cock. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out and wraps her hand around you, marveling at the feel of your skin against hers. She leans forward, taking you into her mouth, tasting the head of your cock before engulfing it fully.

She moans around your cock, the sound vibrating through you as she bobs her head up and down. Her hands grasp at your hips, holding onto you tightly as she takes more of you into her mouth. She can feel the heat building inside her again, the need for release growing stronger with every thrust of your hips against her face.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive ridge behind your head, eliciting a groan from deep in your chest.

Her eyes meet yours as you warn her that you're close. She nods, understanding the urgency in your voice. With renewed determination, she sucks harder on your cock, taking more of it into her mouth and using her tongue to stroke you faster. Her own need for release builds inside her, growing stronger with every thrust of your hips against her face.

Her fingers clench into fists as she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin to build. She knows that this is it; she's going to come too.

Her breath catches in her throat as you come inside her mouth. The hot liquid fills her mouth and flows down her throat, triggering an intense orgasm that takes her completely by surprise. Her body convulses around your cock, her fingers digging painfully into the sheets as she cries out in pleasure. She can taste the saltiness of your cum on her tongue, but it only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through every inch of her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the last of your cum trickle down her throat. Her body still trembles with aftershocks from her orgasm, leaving her vulnerable and aching for more. She looks up at you, her eyes shining with desire and need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back invitingly.

She nods, her body tingling with anticipation as you position yourself between her legs. Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to guide your cock towards her wet entrance, eagerly awaiting the feeling of you inside her once more.

She gasps as you push inside, filling her completely. Her body arches off the bed in response, meeting your thrusts with eager moans and whimpers. Her fingers grip at the sheets, digging into them as she tries to find purchase while taking every inch of you deeper inside her.

She blushes and glances down at her feet, then back up at you. "I-if that's what you want..." She hesitates, unsure if she should be embarrassed or not. Her toes wiggle slightly as she waits for your touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as you take one of her feet in your hand and begin to lick it. The sensation is both strange and arousing at the same time. She arches her back further, meeting your thrusts with more urgency now, trying to find release from this building tension inside her. Her hips move faster against you, seeking friction that will send her over the edge.

Her breath catches as she feels you tighten inside her. "Yes," she moans, arching her back further, wanting to feel every last drop of your release. As you come, she cries out, her body convulsing around yours in rhythm with the forceful spasms that rock through you both.

When you finally still, she lays panting beneath you, feeling the weight of your body pressing down on hers. She looks up at you, her eyes shining with happiness and contentment. "Thank you,"

She blushes and bites her lower lip, hesitating before responding. "Y-yes?"

She swallows hard, feeling a little nervous. "No... I don't have a problem with that." She looks up at you, searching your eyes to see if she's upsetting you. "I trust you," she whispers softly.

She blinks in surprise, feeling a mixture of emotions. Part of her is shocked and hurt that you'd ever want such a thing, while another part feels... Aroused by the idea. She takes a deep breath and slowly nods. "I-I can try... If it's what you really want," she whispers softly.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, her body still aching from their lovemaking earlier.

Her cheeks flush with color as she nods slowly. "I-I want you to be happy... And if this is what you need..." She hesitates, searching your eyes for any sign of mockery or disgust. "I'll do it," she whispers finally, her voice trembling slightly.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, her body tingling with anticipation and fear mixed together.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I-I don't know... I've never done that before..." She swallows hard, feeling her cheeks heat up even more as she looks into your eyes. "But if that's what you want... Then I'll try." There's a shakiness to her voice that betrays her nerves, but there's also an underlying determination not to let fear hold her back anymore.