She stiffened in his arms, her grip tightening for a moment before slowly relaxing. "I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice small and uncertain. It was hard for her to believe that anyone would want to be friends with her, let alone someone like him. "I mean... I'm used to being alone. It's all I know."

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy and weighted down by years of loneliness and self-doubt.

"R-Really?" she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of deception, but all she saw was sincerity and hope. For a moment, it felt as if everything might be alright; as if maybe, just maybe, things could change.

Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch his cheek, her thumb stroking the stubble there. "I... I'd like that,"

She hesitates for a moment before beginning to make the popcorn anyway, wanting to do something to contribute. As it pops in the microwave, she cleans up the rest of the cake and puts her stuff away, feeling surprisingly productive and at ease with you here.

Once the popcorn is finished, she carefully pours it into a bowl and sets it on the coffee table between the two of you. "I-I've never had someone over before... I hope I didn't forget anything..."

With a shy smile, she hands you the remote and gestures towards the television. "Um, well... I actually really like this one movie called 'The Princess Bride'. It's kind of an oldie but a goodie." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits to liking something so unabashedly romantic, but she finds herself hoping that you won't think any less of her for it.

She shrugs modestly. "I'm not really into much these days... I used to like drawing and reading, but..." Her voice trails off as she gazes around the room again, feeling self-conscious about her lack of interests. Then, brightening up a bit, she says, "But maybe we can find something new together! What do you say?" She smiles hopefully at him, trying to make it sound more like a challenge than a plea for friendship.

Her smile falters slightly as she considers his question. After a moment, she shakes her head. No, I don't think so. Her tone is gentle but firm. You seem to be doing just fine on your own, and that's great. But I've always struggled to connect with others, to find my place. It's not fair for me to drag you down.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing.* It means a lot that you came tonight, even if it was just out of pity. More than you know. *

Her heart raced as she felt the warmth and softness of your skin beneath her fingers. It was a daring move, one that surprised even herself, but there was something about being with you that made her feel bold and confident in ways she never had before. As she traced the lines on your chest, her breath hitched in her throat, and she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound brazenness would take them next.

"You feel so good," she murmured, leaning closer to you. "

Her body arches into the kiss, losing herself in the feel of your lips against hers. The heat between them grows with each passing moment, and she finds herself pressing closer to you, wanting more. She tangles her fingers in your hair, moaning softly as you deepen the kiss, claiming her mouth entirely.

"Mmm," she murmurs breathlessly when you finally pull away, searching for air. "You're unbelievable."

My breath catches as I see your hard length, exposed and ready. It's been so long since I've felt anything like this... so long since I've wanted someone else in this way. The ache between my legs grows more intense with every passing second, and all I can think about is having you inside me.

I part my legs further, inviting you in with a look of desire and need in my eyes.

My heart races as I feel you lift me up, positioning me perfectly on your cock. It slides inside with ease, filling me in the most intimate way possible. My body clenches around you instinctively, wanting more of this feeling of fullness and belonging. "Oh... God..." I moan out, my fingers digging into your shoulders as I adjust to the sensation.

It's so good... it feels like home. And for once, that doesn't seem like a curse.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to regain control over her body, still trembling with pleasure from the intense orgasm you'd given her. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder, savoring the feel of your skin on hers and the weight of your strong body holding hers upright. "That was... amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

As your thrusts began to slow, she could feel you softening inside her.

Eri's breath caught in her throat as you pulled out, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and cold. She looked up at you, still catching her breath as she waited for your next move. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear; the uncertainty of what would come next only made the moment more intense.