From Roommate to his Dreamgirl

Hope you enjoy this fun and naughty little tale of two roommates whose friendship gets very interesting after a secret slips out in the sexiest way possible.

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All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Chapter One: Just Friends (And Other Lies I Tell Myself)

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Living with Jaylen Carter is a bit like rooming with a demigod who smells like expensive body wash and never has a hair out of place. You get used to it eventually--sort of like how you get used to background radiation. It slowly mutates your expectations of what men should look like, behave like, and smell like when they come out of the shower.

We've known each other since forever. Our moms were friends back in the day--book club, PTA, wine o'clock therapy, that kind of thing--so we ended up on playdates, vacations, awkward family barbecues where Jaylen played football with the dads and I helped the moms with the fruit salad.

Even back then, I was more into glitter than Gatorade, but somehow we just... clicked. Total opposites, yes, but he never made me feel weird about it. Not even when I wore a fairy costume to his eighth birthday party. (He said I was the best-dressed guest. I nearly proposed on the spot.)

Fast-forward to now and we're sharing a cramped off-campus apartment near San Diego State.

He's here on a full ride for football--running back, starting lineup, future legend--and I'm here for, well, beauty. I'm in the School of Theatre, Television and Film, technically, but my real love is makeup. Prosthetics, SFX, drag, bridal, gore, glam--you name it, I can contour it. I've got brushes older than some of Jaylen's girlfriends. (Yes, plural. Girlfriends. Many. Like a rotating carousel of impossibly pretty women with flawless eyebrows and names like Lexi or Jess or Brit.)

And before you ask--yes, we're just friends. Almost brothers really given how long we've known each other. We just move in different worlds and have very different lives.

I mean, okay. Sure. Maybe I've imagined what it would be like if we weren't just friends. Once. Or twice. Or every Tuesday night when he walks around shirtless after practice, dripping sweat like he's auditioning for a sports drink commercial and asking me if we're out of oat milk. But I digress.

I act like I've got it all together, I really do. Cool gay bestie energy. Closet full of crop tops I "ironically" wear. Quick with a joke, quicker with eyeliner. But underneath that--buried somewhere between student loan anxiety and a barely used gym membership--is a secret.

Two, actually.

One: I'm flat broke. The kind of broke where ramen is a luxury meal and "splurging" means two-ply toilet paper.

Two: I moonlight as a camgirl, mainly to fix first secret.

Okay, femboy. The category is: "convincing girly boy who leaves the camera on just long enough for the surprise." You get the idea.

It wasn't uncommon for some people to comment on how I had a feminine appearance, but what no one knew was that I actually liked it and used to wear women's clothes when I was alone, you know... for fun

So it started as a dare to myself, honestly, with my skills with makeup an having more fashion sense than most, could I? But the camera didn't judge. It didn't laugh. It tipped. And suddenly, I had a wig, a name (Ava), and a regular fanbase.

One thing led to another, and a couple of those fans... well, they offered more than tips.

So being a cam girl led to being an occasional escort for my most devoted regulars (those who were local and happy to pay for a hotel room and my fee. Oh and weren't total nutcases!).

It wasn't as glamorous as it might sound and sometimes it wasn't that fun. A mostly straight older guy who has no idea what they are doing and perhaps could do with some lessons on personal hygiene. But it felt real. Powerful. Like I had some kind of control over my life for once. And it paid well.

I did feel sexy. With my face beat to perfection, my curves hugged by the right outfit, and a strut that turned heads, I was more than convincing enough to go out as Ava. And I loved the attention.

There was a wicked little thrill in walking into a hotel bar in a short skirt and heels, knowing every eye clocked me on sight--especially when I slid into a booth beside a man old enough to be my father. Everyone thought they knew exactly what we were up to. Let them.

When I was Ava, the world melted away--no rent, no worries, no noise. Just her. I slipped into my little black dress like it was second skin, flicked on the ring light, or walked into a hotel bar with a sway in my hips and a secret in my smile. And just like that, I disappeared into the fantasy... soft, seductive, and entirely untouchable.

It felt nice to be her. To be Ava. She seemed much more together than Avery, sexier, desired and confident. Avery was a hot mess.

Jaylen doesn't know. He can't know. He'd never judge me--I mean, he's the most open-minded, big-hearted, oblivious idiot in the world--but this? This is different. Being gay is one thing. I'd been out years to everyone, and everyone kinda knew. But being Ava? That's a truth I'm not ready to look in the mirror with daylight on.

So I keep smiling, keep studying, keep pretending. While Jaylen is out at practice, or grabbing dinner with the blonde of the week, or sleeping like a bronzed Adonis in his room across the hall, I'm here. Alone. In the soft buzz of my makeup mirror, blending out blush and secrets.

And no, I don't listen for his footsteps when he gets home late.

And I definitely don't wonder what it would be like if he ever opened the wrong door.

And saw me as her.

Not at all.

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Chapter Two: Jaylen's Going on a Date (And I'm Going Through It)

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Jaylen burst through the door like a golden retriever who just won a game--and honestly, he kind of was a golden retriever who just won a game, except this one had a six-pack and a perfect fade.

He tossed his gym bag near the couch (the fourth time this week--he's lucky he's pretty) and kicked off his sneakers.

"Yo, I'm starving. You eat already?" he asked, pulling off his sweaty practice tee and tossing it in my direction.

It landed on my lap like a divine punishment. I tried not to sniff it. I really did.

"I'm good, thanks. Made noodles. Again. Because I'm fancy like that," I said, crossing my long thin legs in a way that definitely did not help hide how tight my shorts were. The tee I was wearing was basically spray-painted on, but hey--if I was going to suffer from unrequited thirst, I might as well do it in booty shorts and a too-tight pastel crop top.

Jaylen flopped down next to me, his arm brushing mine. He always did that--touched me casually, like it meant nothing. Which was precisely the problem.

"You gotta start eating real food, Ave," he said, eyeing my bowl. "Otherwise, one gust of wind and you'll blow away like a napkin at a BBQ. Look at those skinny arms and legs."

"I'm light and portable," I quipped, flashing a grin. "Great for travel."

He snorted. "Nah. You're more like... a fancy cupcake. Small. Pretty. Fragile-looking. But probably secretly dangerous."

I bit the inside of my cheek. My heart was doing things it really shouldn't be doing. Dangerous? Only if you counted nearly bursting into flames every time he looked at me.

"So," he said, stretching--stretching--his abs rippling like a fitness ad. "I've got a date tonight. This girl from my psych class. Marissa? Super smart. Likes old movies. You met her?"

I nodded like I hadn't googled her the moment he said her name last night. "Sounds nice."

"What about you?" he asked, nudging me with his knee. "You seeing anyone? Any special guys I need to check out, make sure they are good enough and that your mom would approve of? That I have to threaten to treat you right?"

There it was. The question. He didn't mean anything by it--he never meant anything--but I still felt like I'd walked into a trap wearing four-inch heels and a guilty conscience.

"There's... someone," I said, eyes flicking to the TV like it might save me. "Not really sure how to approach it yet."

Jaylen smiled, that warm, easy smile that probably made girls drop their panties and gay boys cry in the privacy of their dorm rooms. "Whoever it is, they're lucky. You're cute, Avery. Like, annoyingly cute. You'll get someone special soon. No doubt."

I blushed so hard I thought my ears might melt off. "You're just saying that because you want me to keep cooking for you."

"Obviously," he said, winking before standing and stretching again--his torso a damn Renaissance sculpture in motion. "Shower time. Gotta wash off the glory. Boo-yaaa!"

He sauntered toward the bathroom, tossing a "Don't peek you freak!" over his shoulder with a laugh.

So of course I peeked.

Just a little. Just a sliver through the crack in the door, where the steam curled around his silhouette like a scene from a very specific kind of dream.

For a second I caught a glimpse of it again. The most perfect cock I'd ever seen in real life or fantasy. I looked for a heartbeat too long, then slammed the door of my conscience shut.

Shame washed over me in a cold wave. I wasn't that kind of person. And we'd grown up together, he was practically my brother!! But God, he was beautiful. And I was lonely. And complicated. And probably going to hell.

By the time he came out, towel slung low and hair damp, I was pretending to be very focused on my phone and not the water glistening down his chest.

He threw on a tight white tee that clung to him like a second skin, then stepped into dark jeans that looked like they were painted on.

I swallowed.

"Wish me luck," he said, grabbing his keys and flashing that movie-star smile.

"Break a leg. Or a heart," I said, too softly.

He didn't hear me. Or maybe he did, but didn't know what to make of it. Either way, he was gone a moment later, the door clicking behind him.

I sat there for a moment. Quiet. Still. Listening to the silence like it might answer back.

But it didn't.

So I stood, stretched, and headed to my room. Time to disappear.

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Chapter Three: Who Needs Reality When You've Got Tips and Thigh-Highs?

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I closed the door behind me like a ritual, flicked on the vanity light, and the familiar soft ring of white circled my reflection.

First came the primer, cool and silky on my skin. A little foundation, buffed to a poreless finish. My cheekbones caught the light just right. I added a gentle sweep of pink blush--soft and delicate, like a flirty secret whispered under breath. I knew just how to blend it to give that innocent, almost doll-like flush.

My eyes came next--smokey and dramatic. Dark shadows smudged at the corners like I'd spent the night tangled in luxury. My lashes curled high, thick and black, a blink away from mischief. I lined them in a flick, a cat-eye so sharp it could cut the tension I lived with every day.

Glossy pink lips, full and pouting. I overlined just slightly, giving my mouth a pillowy look that was both coy and filthy, depending on the angle. I blotted, re-glossed. The mirror loved me.

Then I styled my hair. I'd grown it long now so I didn't need a wig unless I was dressing as someone. As Avery I had it tied up in a man bun or something to keep it simple. But as Ava I could let it flow--platinum blonde, silky, soft as secrets. I clipped it up, curled the ends, shaped it into a perfect bob that brushed my jaw just so. I tilted my head. Smiled. Giggled, even.

There she was.

Ava was everything I couldn't be during the day--soft, sexual, untouchable and fully in control. She was the mask I slipped into and, confusingly, the truest part of me.

I stepped into my lingerie--black lace, sheer and scandalous. You could see my pink nipples teasing through the lacy material. On the cups and there was a cute pink bow in the centre. The bra hugged me just right, creating somewhat of a shape on my otherwise flat chest.

There were no boobies really, but they gave the illusion of a bumps of some sort. Plus they I had a young looking face and a skinny body, so a flat chest didn't look out of place with the girl I became, and what my clients wanted. Besides my client's like me to be 'real', if I can say that about a boy dressing as a girl slavered in make up.

The panties matched--high-cut, hugging my hips, just enough to tease without telling. I loved the way they looked stretched across my slender frame, the way they felt like permission to exist in this delicious in-between. Plus they gave me a nice little bulge to get my viewers excited for later.

It was just too hot for nylons, so I decided to keep my legs bare. Plus I had good legs, smooth and long with cute toes.

I slipped on my heels. Court shoes with a little ankle strap and a four inch heel. I loved wearing heels. I was on the small side, so those extra inches helped, and I loved what they did to my long legs. Plus they made me feel extra slutty when they were the only things I left on.

But before I stood, I reached for the shimmer lotion on my dresser--my little secret weapon. I squeezed a dollop into my palm, warming it between my hands before smoothing it over my legs, thighs, hips. Up my stomach, across my chest. The scent was vanilla and sugar, soft and sinful.

My skin drank it up, and in the glow of the vanity mirror, I gleamed--every inch of me radiant, like I'd been dipped in candlelight. It made my skin look touchable, edible even, glowing with the kind of shine you only see in fantasies.

Standing, I gave a little turn in front of the mirror. One leg bent, a hip popped, hand on my waist. My body was a sketch of a girl drawn in lust and longing, and the mirror drank me in with approval.

I crossed the room to my little set--behind my bed the blank wall transformed into Ava's stage. I adjusted the backdrop until it hung just right, smoothing out every wrinkle with the precision of someone who knows the camera sees everything.

Then I flicked on my neon name sign--"Ava ????" in bright, flirty pink--and let the strobes pulse gently, washing the plain white wall in a swirl of candy-colored lights, like a Barbie rave. The effect was instant: from sad little college room to glossy camgirl fantasy suite.

Finally, I slid out the secret box from under my bed, lifted the lid, and started laying out my toys like they were menu items--neatly arranged on the floating shelf behind me. A little something for everyone. A promise of pleasures to come for my viewers if they so chose (and were willing to pay extra for. Double for the great big green tentacle one!).

I ran my fingers down my side, admiring the softness, the curves, the careful illusion made perfect by light and want. Ava blew a kiss to the screen, then winked.

Time to go live.

The ring light flicked on with a soft click, and just like that, I was no longer Avery.

I was Ava.

I gave myself one last glance in the monitor--hair styled into a glossy blonde bob that kissed my jawline, eyes smoky and smudged just so, lips glistening in bubblegum pink gloss. The black lingerie clung to me like desire itself, sheer panels hinting and hiding all at once. My skin shimmered with lotion and light, every curve sculpted by shadow and sheen.

I hit "Go Live."

It took less than thirty seconds before he appeared in the private chat.

MrComfortTX69:

There she is. My favorite girl. ???? ????

My heart did its usual little flutter. Not nerves--something else. Anticipation, maybe. Familiarity. Power over this man.

I leaned forward, resting my chin daintily on my fingers, letting my lips part into a slow, sultry smile. "Hiiiii, daddy," I purred, pitching my voice high and breathy, a soft valley-girl lilt curling around each word. "Mmm, I missed you sooo much. You've been busy again, huh?"

He never showed his face. Just a dark screen, a few quiet breaths, the occasional soft grunt. Most of the time he didn't say anything, just tapping out his messages on the keyboard.

But I didn't need a face. I knew his routine, the quiet reverence he watched me with, the way his breathing changed when I touched my lips or played with the strap of my bra.

"Long day at work?" I asked, trailing my fingers down my chest, letting my nails tap-tap-tap along the edge of the lace cup. "You must be sooo tense."

MrComfortTX69:

Wife 's asleep upstairs. I couldn't stop thinking about you.????

Ava giggled--light, girlish, just a little bit naughty. "Aww, you're sooo bad daddy," I whispered, twirling a strand of hair. "But that's okay. I like bad boys. And I bet she'd never let you do the stuff I do..."

I shifted slightly, letting the camera catch more of my thighs, the shiny smoothness of my lotioned skin as I ran my hands up, slow and teasing.

Ava moved like liquid honey--everything soft and slow and offered. I gave a little pout, crossing my legs one way and then the other, letting the lingerie ride up just enough to show my glossy pink skin and what they were barely containing beneath.

MrComfort made a sound, his mic now on for a second--low, needy, masculine.

"Mmm, I love when you make that sound," I cooed, eyes half-lidded. "I know what that means."

My hand slipped lower, fingers resting on the waistband of my panties.

"You thinking about me at work again, daddy?" I asked, voice thick with syrup and sin. "All those big boring meetings, and all you could think about was your little Ava playing with her toys for you?"

MrComfortTX69:

You look like a doll tonight. Daddy's perfect little doll.????

My smile widened, cheeks pink from both the compliment and the thrill.

"Mmhmm," I purred. "Your very own doll. Made just for you."

I reached back, grabbing one of the toys from the shelf--a slender pink vibe with a glittery finish, cute enough to match the aesthetic, deadly enough to do the job.

Ava held it up to the camera, giving it a little shake like she was showing off a prize. "Should we play tonight, daddy?" she asked sweetly. "Or do you wanna watch me beg for it first?"

His silence told me everything I needed.

Ava leaned back, toy in hand, legs spread just enough to tease and show the little growing bulge in my tight panties. The show was only just beginning--and she was going to make him ache for every second.

I bit my gloss-slicked lip, letting it pop free as I turned the vibe on--whirr--a soft hum buzzing in my palm. The light from my neon name sign painted my skin a candy pink, and I knew exactly how it made me look: like a doll come to life, a pretty little fantasy with no shame and no limits.

"Mmm, it's so hard being your favorite," I said, voice soft and breathy as I leaned back on my elbows. "All these other boys in my messages... but none of them are you, daddy." I pouted for the camera, teasing the tip of the toy across my chest, letting it trace the line of my collarbone, then down over the slight swell of my chest where the push-up bra worked its magic.

His breathing deepened.

"I wore this just for you," I whispered, letting the vibe drift lower, dancing over the lace of my panties. "Black and silky... see-through in all the right places." I turned slightly to the side, showing off the curve of my ass in the mirror behind me--arched, presented, deliberate.

MrComfortTX69:

You look perfect. So fucking pretty, baby girl.

Ava let out a helpless little whimper, pressing her thighs together, grinding just enough to make herself shiver. "Say it again," I moaned, lifting one leg slowly into the air, showing off the glossy shine of my skin and the delicate ankle strap of my heels. "Tell me I'm pretty."

MrComfortTX69:

You 're beautiful, Ava. Gorgeous. I'd ruin you if I could. ???? ????

God, that did it.

I pressed the vibe down between my thighs, the tip of my now erect cock as it peeked over the top of my panties, gasping softly, eyes fluttering. My moans were high and delicate, feminine, all performative and real at once.

"Oh f--fuck, daddy... y-you always know how to talk to me..."

Every word he typed felt like a stroke, every compliment a little shiver under my skin. I could feel myself slipping into the role more with every passing second--no, not slipping. Surrendering. Ava was me, but freer, sexier, shameless. I loved her. Loved how pretty she was, how desired, how powerful in the most vulnerable, feminine way.

I looked right into the camera, legs spread a little more, the top of my small cock glistening from a string of pre cum now as I teased it with the vibe. "Wanna see what your doll can do?" I breathed.

"You gonna tell me when you're close? Or should I keep you begging for it, hmm?"

MrComfortTX69:

Make me beg. Make me fucking beg, Ava.

I smirked. God, I loved this part.

"Ohhh, poor baby," I giggled, tilting my head like a pouty cheerleader. "All wound up, and you can't even touch me. You just have to watch me get all slippery and messy while I play with myself for you."

His little video bubble blinked--he'd turned his mic back on. Now I could hear the sound of his breathing, thick and heavy and desperate.

"I want you to imagine something," I cooed, slowing the vibe just to tease myself, eyes half-lidded. "Imagine me on my knees for you... pink lips wrapped around your big cock... mascara running down my cheeks 'cause you're fucking my throat so good..."

A low groan came through his mic. I moaned in response, writhing now, grinding down on the toy with shameless little whimpers. My hips rolled, my voice climbed, and I let myself be lost in it--for him, for me, for Ava.

For a moment, I forgot all about Jaylen. About the apartment. About my student debt and the awkward glances in the mirror when I wiped off the makeup.

There was only the light. The camera. The neon glow of AVA behind me.

And the power of being wanted exactly as I was.

I could hear him now--grunting, breathless, murmuring my name between clenched teeth. The sound sent a bolt straight through me. I arched, one hand gripping the sheets, the other holding the toy as it buzzed insistently against me. My thighs trembled, my cock slick and glistening in the pink light, the soft hum building into a fever-pitch rhythm of want.

"Fuck... yes, daddy... just like that..."

I let my voice go breathier, higher, my words slurred with pleasure as the first waves hit me. My body jerked, a cascade of heat rolling through me as my muscles clenched and released, toes curling inside my heels.

"Ooooh daddy, oooh it's too much!!!"

My cock jerked and the cum splattered across my stomach as I gasped. The orgasm was sharp and sweet, drawn out and aching, and I made sure every moan, every gasp, was performed for him, while still utterly real.

I could hear him groan and moan. He was cumming too. Then silence.

A beat.

Then a soft chuckle in his voice across the microphone and finally some words. "Jesus, Ava. You're going to kill me."

I giggled, brushing my fingers over my sticky chest as I eased the toy away, feeling light-headed, flushed, divine. "Told you I was your best girl," I purred, blowing a kiss toward the camera. "You come back soon now, okay? I've got a lot more where that came from..."

He muttered something affectionate, low and warm, and then he was gone.

Just me now. Ava was put away for the moment.

I sat up slowly, stretching like a cat, basking in the afterglow. My skin gleamed in the soft pink light--smeared lipstick, tousled blonde bob, lingerie a little rumpled, but all of it perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror, still breathing hard, heart thudding in my chest. Ava smiled back at me.

So pretty. So wanted. So far from Avery.

And yet...

I traced a finger along my jawline, then down to the curve of my chest, still rising and falling with each breath. "You were amazing, baby girl," I whispered, voice still in Ava's sweet register. "You always are."

I lingered a little longer like that--half in fantasy, half in memory--before finally exhaling and letting the smile fade.

Soon, I'd have to take it all off. Wipe away the gloss, the shimmer, the lashes. Go back to plain Avery. Go back to pretending Jaylen wasn't all I could think about.

But not yet.

For a little while longer, I could let myself stay in Ava's skin. Just until the warmth faded from my thighs and the smile faded from my lips.

Just until the world started knocking again.

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Chapter Four: This Isn't What It Looks Like (Okay, Maybe It Is)

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I padded out of my room on tiptoe, my heels clicking softly against the floorboards like guilty secrets. The apartment was quiet and dim, washed in the faint violet spill of Ava's cam lights leaking out from my bedroom doorway. I was still flushed, slightly breathless, with the ghost of a satisfied moan stuck in my throat.

My bra and panties--sheer, tiny, scandalously delicate--hugged my body like whispers, each step a reminder of how little I was wearing. I could feel a slight stickness in my panties and chest from my cum earlier, my now small cock back to being a discreet bulge in the sheer material of my delicate lacy g-string.

My cheeks were still rosy from my orgasm and my skin gleamed from the lotion I'd massaged in earlier catching the fridge light in a shimmer as I bent to grab a bottle of water.

But I was relaxed. Loose. Almost giddy from pleasuring myself on cam and how sexy I felt.

Jaylen was supposed to be out late. Some new girl. Dinner, drinks, and almost certainly dessert back at hers. That was the whole reason I'd slipped out in full Ava-mode, not even throwing on a robe. I'd earned a break after that first session.

My next call was in twenty minutes--an English professor who liked to be scolded in a French accent while I wore a little maid's uniform, followed by a rougher session for a tattooed trucker from Arizona who wanted "his little girl ruined" with one of my largest dildos. Then a slow-burn GFE cuddles-and-praise stream with a lonely finance guy who paid double just to hear me say his name in a whisper.

Ava's schedule was stacked tonight.

I twisted the cap off my water bottle, about to take a sip--

And then the I heard the lock jangle.

The door opened.

The front fucking door.

Click. Creak. Thud. It was open in an instant.

I didn't even look up. I knew that sound like I knew my own name.

Jaylen.

Back very fucking early.

I straightened in slow motion, water bottle in hand, my reflection caught in the stainless steel door like some ridiculous pin-up girl mid-heist. My brain tried to reboot, but it just looped the same panicked phrase:

He's not supposed to be here.

Jaylen stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him.

He stopped cold.

His eyes locked on me--wide, unblinking. His mouth parted slightly, frozen halfway to a word that never came.

He didn't move. Didn't blink. Just stared.

And in that awful, suspended silence, my heart free-fell straight through my ribs. I couldn't read his face. Not anger. Not laughter. Just shock--pure, glassy shock--and that made it worse. So much worse.

His eyes were locked on me.

Every inch of me.

The glittering pink gloss. The smoky eyeshadow. The shiny lotion still gleaming on my chest and thighs. The sheer lingerie that covered absolutely nothing, particularly my small bulge and ass. My long, bare legs trembling in those fragile little heels. And the terrified girl wearing it all--me.

His brows lifted, just a little. Not mocking. Not cruel. Just stunned.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe.

All the air had vanished from the room, sucked out by a black hole of oh my God what have I done. I was frozen mid-pose, as if some invisible spotlight had clicked on, dragging me center stage in a performance I never meant him to see.

Ava--the secret. The persona. The fantasy.

Now suddenly, painfully real.

And Jaylen had seen her. All of her.

My heart pounded against my ribs, hot and sick and frantic. I wanted to run but I couldn't move, legs turned to jelly, shame crashing through me in waves. It wasn't just the outfit. It was everything--the mask, the lie, the longing.

He wasn't supposed to see me like this.

He wasn't supposed to see me.

Jaylen's feet moved before I could speak, before I could hide, before I could even breathe. I stood there frozen--barely dressed, painted lips parted in panic, lashes trembling with unshed fear--as he crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps.

His expression was unreadable. His jaw tense, his brows drawn, eyes locked on mine like he was trying to decipher something written in my bones.

My chest rose and fell too fast. I felt small, exposed, helpless beneath his gaze. My legs were trembling in my heels, and I could feel the shiver of my nerves radiate through every inch of my skin. I knew there would be questions. I knew he would judge what I did. My mind raced as I thought of excuses, lies, anything. But it came up blank.

"Jaylen--wait, I--this isn't--okay, I can explain," I stammered, my voice high and desperate and a little breathless from panic. "I-I was just... testing a Halloween costume. Early. Super early. Like six months early." My laugh came out cracked and dry.

Jaylen didn't stop.

"I-it's just a joke, really, haha... not even a good one. I was dared. Kind of. Maybe. Or maybe it's... like... performance art?"

Still no reaction. His steps didn't slow.

"Oh God, you're gonna kill me." I backed up a half step, heels wobbling. "Please don't tell my mom."

Then his hand lifted.

I flinched, almost without meaning to. But his fingers didn't grab or shove or point accusingly.

They touched my cheek.

Gently. Reverently.

Warm toughened skin met smooth cheek. His thumb brushed along the curve of my cheekbone, just below my eye. He didn't say a word, but his gaze softened--just a little--as if what he saw surprised him... and maybe even moved him.

I blinked up at him, lips quivering, afraid to breathe. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the pounding thunder of my heart.

Then, suddenly, he moved.

His hands slid to my waist, large and warm and strong. My breath caught as he pulled me against him--my body light, trembling, swallowed up in the heat and solidity of his. And then--God--he kissed me.

Hard. Deep. Like he'd been holding back a hunger for years. His tongue pushing in past my soft lips, sticky with gloss, and deep into my mouth. Hot, wet and urgent.

My mind went white. My body forgot how to stand. I was melting. Like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. But Jaylen caught me.

One of his hands splayed against the small of my back, the other curled behind my head, tilting it just so. His lips were hot, demanding, tasting of something sweet and intoxicating. My arms--after a stunned second--wrapped around his shoulders on instinct, fingers curling into the cotton of his shirt.

I could feel everything. The strength in his chest against my lace-covered body. His breath mingling with mine. The sheer difference in our size, the way he held me like I was something delicate he couldn't get enough of.

And in that moment--God--it was everything.

Everything I'd ever dreamed and told myself I couldn't want. The fantasy I kept hidden in the quiet places of my mind, now real and breathing and kissing me like I mattered.

I melted into him. A part of me still whispered that this couldn't be real, that I'd wake up, that I'd been caught and now I was being toyed with. But his hands were so sure, his lips so honest, and for the first time... I let myself believe.

I let myself be his.

Even if only for this moment.

We broke apart only when breath demanded it. Our lips parted with a wet sound, and I gasped softly, still in his arms, my body clinging to him like I was afraid I might float away. My lipstick smeared just a little on his mouth, a soft pink trace against his perfect skin.

Jaylen didn't let go. His arms stayed wrapped around my waist, firm and steady. Our bodies still pressed together, the heat between us pulsing like a second heartbeat.

He looked at me.

Not past me. Not through me. At me.

And for the first time in my life, I felt seen--not as a boy, not even as a secret--but as Ava. His Ava.

"Fuck. You're so fucking beautiful," he said, voice low, ragged, reverent. His hands tightened slightly on my waist. "I want you. I want this. I want you to be my girl."

My heart stopped. Just... stopped.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. My mind tried to process what I'd just heard--but the words didn't compute. Had he really said that? Had I imagined it? Was I hallucinating from arousal and nerves and sheer disbelief?

He couldn't mean it. This was too much. Too perfect.

But his eyes didn't waver.

His touch didn't falter.

I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. My thoughts spiraled. Was this something he'd always wanted? Had he been hiding feelings like I had? Did his date go that bad, or was it just that Ava--me--was irresistible in lace and lipstick and trembling heels?

The questions swirled but vanished the moment his hand cupped my face again and he kissed me. Slower this time. Deeper. With meaning that made my knees weak and my soul ache.

I melted into it, into him. My body moved on instinct, pressing closer, heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.

My cock was now erect and peaking out the top of my sheer panties, pressed tight against the much larger bulge in his jeans.

And when he finally pulled back, just an inch, our lips brushing as we breathed the same breath, I whispered into the space between us, soft as silk, honest as sin:

"I'll be your girl," I said. "I'll do whatever you want."

His exhale shuddered, like he'd been waiting to hear that forever.

His lips trailed down my neck, warm and slow, and I gasped softly, fingers gripping the back of his shirt like a lifeline. My body was trembling, aching, desperate--and still, something caught in my throat. A tiny knot I needed to untangle before I could fully give myself to this moment.

"Jaylen," I whispered, barely audible.

He paused, lips resting just above my collarbone. "Yeah?"

I hesitated, cheeks burning. My voice was soft, uncertain. "When we're like this... when it's just us... I want you to call me Ava."

His eyes lifted to mine, and for a moment I couldn't breathe. Would he pull away? Would he laugh?

But instead, he smiled--slow and warm and real. "Ava," he repeated, like the name tasted sweet on his tongue. He leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

I shivered, tears pricking my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.

He cupped my cheek, gaze locked with mine. "Ava," he said again, firm and gentle, like a promise. "My Ava."

And just like that, I melted. Whatever I had been before, whatever confusion or fear I still held--I let it fall away.

And I knew, without question, that I'd never be just Avery again.

Not when I could be Ava... his Ava.

Jaylen didn't say anything right away. He just looked at me--like I was something he couldn't believe was real. His thumb brushed my bottom lip where the gloss had started to smudge. Then he kissed me again, slower this time. Softer. Like he was learning me, tasting me.

My hands clung to his shoulders, fingers curling around the muscle beneath his shirt. I could feel the strength in him, barely restrained. I felt tiny next to him--barely dressed, trembling in my sheer bra and panties, makeup flawless, heels still on. His hands slid down to my hips, large and sure, fingers sinking into my skin like he was claiming me.

"God, Ava," he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and warm. "I want to take my time with you... you look like a dream."

I whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the way he said my name--Ava--like it belonged to me, like I belonged to him.

He guided me gently backward until the backs of my thighs bumped the armrest of the sofa. Then his hands slid beneath my thighs and lifted me like I weighed nothing. I gasped, my arms wrapping around his neck, my legs draping over his hips as he carried me effortlessly and laid me down across the cushions.

He hovered over me, his body so solid, so warm, the scent of his cologne mixing with the sweet musk of my perfume. My chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the tiny bra, nipples tight under the sheer fabric, aching for his touch. I bit my lip, nervous, aching, excited, vulnerable.

Jaylen kissed down my neck, his lips teasing along the hollow of my throat. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered.

"I don't," I breathed, lifting my chin, exposing more of my throat, offering myself to him. "Please don't."

He groaned at that--deep, guttural--and I felt it in my spine.

His hands explored me slowly. Reverently. Down my sides, over my thighs, fingertips ghosting across my soft, moisturised skin. I'd wanted to feel small, feminine, desired--and now I did. So completely. His touch made my toes curl in my heels. My head tipped back. I let out the smallest moan.

He pushed the bra up gently, baring me fully to his eyes and mouth. He kissed and worshipped every inch of me, making me squirm, making me feel beautiful.

"God, look at you," he whispered, kissing down my stomach, his hand stroking my side. "You're perfect."

I was melting, dissolving under him, all thought gone except for this--him, me, now. I couldn't believe this was real, but it was--his mouth on my chest, his hands between my thighs, my body arching, offering everything.

He pulled back for a moment, eyes meeting mine. "You sure?"

"I'm yours," I whispered. "I want this... I want you."

I leaned back into him, my lips grazing along the warm, salted skin of his neck, tasting him. My hands roamed slowly over the broad expanse of his chest, drinking in every contour I'd spent countless nights imagining. His pecs were firm under my fingertips, each ridge of his sculpted abs a promise of strength, of control. His body was everything I'd dreamed--solid, powerful, relentlessly masculine. Hours at the gym had carved this perfection, and now... now it was mine.

Mine to explore, to worship, to kiss as much as I craved.

I slowly slipped down to a crouch as I worshipped this god before me, kissing his chest and then his stomach before finally resting on my haunches looking back up at him with wide wanton eyes.

My face was only inches from the large bulge in his jeans, his cock so close now. The one I'd been dreaming about for so long, risking peeks when Jaylen showered or was getting dressed, never fulling seeing it, but soon it would be mine to play with. To worship.

Jaylen's hands gently stroked my shoulders before moving over to my head, his fingers softly combing through my hair as my breath deepened.

I reached out and slowly undid his belt, slipping the leather through the buckle. Then I worked the button at the top of his jeans, again taking my time like it was some sort of ritual.

Finally I unzipped his fly slowly, revealing his tight white cotton jockey shorts underneath. Pleased to see a slight wet patch as his pre-cum had soaked through the tightly stretched material. I could see the outline of his large stiff penis now, his huge stiff shaft arcing upwards towards his stomach. My god it looked so big and wonderful.

I hooked my fingers through the top of his boxers and pulled the elastic out and towards me, wriggling it down his bottom and over his erect shaft.

And there it was, dark and magnificent. A perfect domed tip that looked so juicy, a wrinkle of foreskin below. His cock was easily twice the size of mine, maybe more. Thick, dark, strong, veiny, and utterly delicious. Then below I could see his perfect large hairless balls hanging tight below like some delicious exotic fruit waiting to be tasted. It was all I hoped it would be and more.

Above there was a small patch of pubic hair, not much, I could see he liked to keep trimmed down there. I wondered if I got get my nose into there, could I take that much meat?

I let my hands slip around the thick swell of his thighs, straining just below the waist where muscle turned to heat and promise. I could see every sculpted curve--the outer sweep of strength that flexed when he shifted, the firm, ridged line down the center like it had been carved with intention.

Even the subtle dip toward his inner thigh seemed to pull me in, every inch of him built, powerful... maddeningly masculine. And all mine to touch.

My face leaned in to his crotch, my lips parting subtly. I could smell his strong musk now. A scent I'd had hints of before when he returned from practice or had left his old clothes out to be washed. Before it had sent me giddy as I risked a sniff of it, but now, the aroma so strong and powerful, it sent my mind into a delightful haze of lust.

I opened my mouth and let my tongue slip out and touch his balls with a delicate lick before letting them rest in my mouth, feeling their weight and enjoying tasting him finally. My hands slipped further around his thighs, gripping his muscles as I started to taste him, tease him with my tongue.

"Oh fuck Ava, that feels so good."

I felt a little buzz of pleasure. I knew I should spend more time teasing him, but the need, the want, to taste his cock was overwhelming.

I felt so small on my knees below him. Feeling the power of his muscles, the weight of his cock on my mouth. It sent a shiver of pure thrill through me as I considered that thing entering me, what it might feel like.

I looked back up at him as my tongue slowly traced its way up his ball sack to the root of his cock. Enjoying the salty taste, the soft skin stretched over his hardness as my tongue slowly made its way up the shaft, feeling every ridge, every vein on his stem.

Finally I reached his frenulum, my tongue teasing around it, pushing under the ridges of his head, slipping into his foreskin as best I could with the tip.

Jaylen groaned. I could see what he wanted, and I wanted it too. It took all my will power to keep this going, to hold out from engorging my mouth on this huge penis before me.

Finally I gave out and slipped my lips over the top of his dick, desperate to feel it inside of me.

I moved one of my hands to the root of his cock, pointing it down towards me as I slipped more of the shaft into my mouth, taking the head, letting my lips pop over the ridge of his cock as it filled my mouth as I slurped and sucked at it.

Every movement was a dance of warmth and tension, my lips and tongue tracing the hard, heated path of him, each inch like soft velvet wrapped around steel. The taste of him filled my senses, strong and intoxicating, as though I were drinking in the very essence of his masculinity. My body hummed with the rhythm of it, an electric pulse that shot through me, making my skin tingle, my heart race, and my breath come in slow, heady waves.

My other hand slipped down towards my own penis. As hard and erect has his, but so small, pale and almost insignificant to his monster. Whereas my hand that gripped his shaft barely made it all the way around, I easily managed to slip my cock easily into my fist as I slowly stroked myself.

I hummed with pleasure as I just held his penis in my mouth, letting me taste him, feel him, bathing the head in my warm saliva as I teased it with my tongue. Then finally I slipped my head forward, taking him deeper inside. Slowly pushing in, stretching my mouth as I opened my jaw as wide as I could to accommodate his large member.

Jaylen's hand stroked my cheek encouraging me as I gorged myself on him.

"This... this is everything I didn't know I needed. God... you feel incredible, baby."

I pushed in, further than I thought I could go. This wasn't my first time sucking a cock, but Jaylen was way bigger than any dick I'd ever slipped into my mouth. It was hard, but fuck I wanted him as deep as I could. To pleasure him. To be his good girl.

Jaylen let out a low groan "Fuuuck... that's perfect... You have no idea what you do to me."

I slipped back up the shaft, momentarily slipping my lips off his cock to get my breath. I looked at his dark skin now glistening with my saliva before taking it back in my mouth, determined to take more in deeper, plunging it back to the edge of my throat.

Jaylen let out deep growl as I gagged on his penis "You were made for this... Look at you--on your knees, so fucking pretty."

His words, so dominant and possessive, mad my heart skip a beat as I fellated him with all of my power. Working as hard as I could to be his best girl.

I pushed down on him, coughing and spluttering as I tried to take his size into my throat, drool slipping from my lips as my stomach bucked with my gag reflex.

Then I felt his fingers grip my hair tight. For a moment I panicked. I couldn't go any further without choking. If he pushed me down it would be too much. I wasn't sure I wanted him to be that rough with me. But instead, to my surprise and slight disappointment, he pulled me off his cock.

I gasped for air as I looked up to him, worried I'd done something wrong. Instead Jaylen smiled.

"Slip off your panties for me Ava."

Chapter Five: Turns Out He Does Like Girls Like Me

I giggled like a school girl as I rose from my knees and wriggled the panties down my legs letting them fall to my heels. Naked now, and more vulnerable than ever before this adonis, I wanted to keep the heels on as a reminder of my femininity. Plus, you know, it felt a bit slutty.

I knelt back on my knees and hungrily watched Jaylen disrobe. Slipping off his tight t-shirt and letting me ogle that wonderful toned body that would soon be pressed against my naked flesh. He kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his jeans that had been pooled around his ankles with his jockeys. Now as naked as I was, looking magnificent, like the statue of David made real. His perfect penis hard and erect before him, dripping with pre cum and my saliva.

Jaylen reached out a hand and pulled me up. Even in my four inch heels I still was a few inches shorter than him.

With ease Jaylen picked me up, his arms around my back, my legs wrapped tight around his waist and my arms around his neck as we kissed again. I could feel his large cock gently touching my bottom, the tip slipping between my cheeks, a promise and a tease of things to come.

I cooed as I felt it touch me there. Excited and scared at the same time. It felt way too large to fit inside me, but fuck I wanted to try.

He carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing at all, like I was something precious. In his arms, I felt small, delicate--like a secret he was holding close. Every step made me feel lighter, safer, as if the world had melted away and there was only this: his strength, and me, wrapped in it.

Jaylen gently bent down and placed me with care on the bed before laying down next to me. I leaned over for another kiss, my hands wandering across his naked torso, feeling all those muscles and that latent power.

Jaylen gently turned me around, so we were perpendicular to each other. He pulled my leg over his shoulder, so I was now straddling him backwards, my face inches from his wonderful shaft once again. He used his powerful arms to position me just right.

And then... then something I didn't expect happened. Something wonderful.

I felt a warm wetness envelope my cock. Then something teasing it. Jaylen was sucking my cock.

"Mmmh... oh my, oh fuck! Oh god yes, Jaylen..." I closed my eyes and arched my back as he took me in his mouth, gently sucking and teasing my small cock.

Finally I snapped out of it and leaned forward to repay the favour, easing his much larger member back into my mouth. Gorging myself once again on his meat.

We both slurped and sucked each other as we lay on the bed in a sixty-nine shape, my back arched as Jaylen sucked my penis below me and I pushed his cock into my throat.

I could feel my orgasm building, pushing me to go as far as I could. My eyes watering and tears running my mascara down my cheeks as I spluttered and slurped at his cock.

I felt Jaylen's mouth slip off of my penis, then his arm gently pulled me back. I turned round, my eyes liddid in a daze as I looked at him with pure lust. We kissed again, hungrily. A wet kiss of passion as we tasted each other.

Then Jaylen slipped out from under me, I started to turn, but he held me in place, my face towards the pillow on all fours as he moved behind me. I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do, so I arched my back spreading my legs out and wiggled my cute ass at him.

"Oh fuck baby, I want you Jaylen, I want you inside of me."

"I want to breed you Ava. Push my cock deep into your ass."

His words turned me on so much, I pushed my ass up higher in the air, wiggling it more, wanting him deep within me. But there was that pang of worry, I knew it was going to hurt.

I'd had anal sex quite a few times now, and regularly toyed with my little ass pussy. But I'd never inserted anything as large as Jaylen's cock in there. Even my biggest dildo didn't measure up the real deal.

"Hmmm. On the dresser baby. The lube bottle."

Jaylen reached over and grabbed the lube. He used his hands to spread my cheeks as I waited for the cold gooey gel to touch my hole, but instead it was warm. Warm and soft. Then I felt his breath. Holy fuck he was licking me out.

"Oh, oh oh! Oh fuck Jaylen! Oh fuck that feels so good!"

His tongue pushed and probed into my hole, teasing it, making it drip with his saliva. Pushing me to the edge again.

He pulled back before squirting a large drip of lube onto my hole before rubbing it in. Then he inserted a finger to push the lube into my sphincter. I cooed as his finger pushed into my ass, rubbing the cold sticky lubricant around my ring, mixing it with the warmth of his spit, my muscles tensing as he eased inside of me.

Jaylen sat back on his knees and lubed up his cock. His hand wrapped around it, holding his shaft like a sword. I stayed bent over on my knees, my face on the pillow, my back arched, presenting myself to him.

He moved forward and I felt the hot tip of his cock touch my smooth soft skin of my ass cheeks as he rested his shaft on top, letting it nestle between my cheeks, allowing me to feel just how big it was. I cluteched the pillow tight and cooed again. Then he slipped back pushed the tip in. My hands fell back and pulled my cheeks wide, helping him inside of me as much as I could.

He leaned in and I felt it push harder against my bud. Like sucking cock, this wasn't my first time having anal either, not by a long shot, so I knew how to relax myself, to welcome a cock inside me. How to be fucked.

But not a cock like this.

He pushed further. It was almost too much -- a bright, aching heat that pulsed deep inside me, somewhere between pleasure and something close to pain. My body trembled, straining to take it all in, nerves lit up like fireflies. There was a stretch, a sting, but it only made the pleasure more intense -- like being pulled open, exposed and filled all at once.

He made me feel like I was a virgin again, being penetrated for the very first time. It was wonderful to let myself imagine I was fresh and innocent for him.

Every movement sent a ripple through me, my breath catching, tears pricking behind my eyes, not from hurt but from the overwhelming, all-consuming fullness of it. It was raw and beautiful -- a delicious ache that made me feel alive, made me feel his.

My fingers clutched at the sheets, at his skin -- anything to keep grounded -- as I let myself be opened, claimed, filled in a way that was both shattering and divine. I wasn't just feeling him; I was becoming something with him -- his, in the most primal, beautiful way. The ache throbbed like a heartbeat, sharp and shimmering, and I welcomed it with every gasping breath.

"Ahhh!"

"Are you ok baby?"

I nodded, feeling the pain, but not wanting him to stop. "It hurts... but I love it. Don't stop. Please."

Jaylen pushed in further until I felt that pop as my muscles finally closed around the head.

The stretch burned at first, sharp and biting, making my breath hitch and my fingers curl tight into the sheets. But then--just when I thought I couldn't take another second--it shifted. The pressure eased, and something inside me gave way, welcoming him in.

It was like a storm breaking--sharp and overwhelming, every nerve stretched tight until the ache reached its peak... and then, like a gasp of sunlight through clouds, the pain melted into a deep, rolling pleasure that made my whole body tremble. Heat flooded through me, my body pulsing around him, clenching, wanting more. The pain dulled into something deep and hot and dizzying, and I gasped, my back arching as the pleasure took over. I'd never felt so full... so completely his.

I felt opened, filled, claimed--like something inside me had clicked into place, like I was finally where I was meant to be.

"I'm yours, Jaylen. Take all of me." I whimpered as his shaft slide deeper and deeper into me.

"Please, use me... make me yours." My voice was almost a pleading cry now as I felt him start to rock up and down, slowly at first, but then building in momentum.

"Fuck baby, you are so tight and hot. Fuuuucckkk that feels so good."

"I'll take whatever you give me. I want to make you feel good. Be your girl."

A deep warmth spread through me, radiating from the very core of my body. It was like being filled with golden light, something heavy and solid yet comforting--a sense of wholeness I didn't know I'd been missing until that moment. My limbs tingled with a slow, steady heat, my breath catching not from exertion but from the overwhelming rightness of it all. Every part of me felt claimed, wanted, held. There was a delicious pressure in my chest, like a balloon expanding too fast with joy, and for a moment I could only close my eyes and feel--anchored, trembling, and completely alive.

As I pushed myself up on my arms I looked over to the mirror on the wall next to me. I was now on my knees and hands, bent over with Jaylen standing up on his knees pressed into my raised ass as he fucked me from behind.

Strands of my blonde hair clung to my flushed cheeks, damp with sweat and tangled around my face like a wild halo. My eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed with pleasure, and my mouth hung open in a breathless pant, raw and unrestrained. My mascara had smudged into smoky streaks, but somehow, the makeup only made me look more undone--messy, yes, but still beautiful in the most intimate way.

My body glowed somehow, partly from the lotion, partly from sweat, but mostly from the pure pleasure radiating out of me. Below my small cock was still stiff, a drip of pre cum linking from the tip to my stomach. My tummy moved in and out, my breathing hard and fast as my orgasm built with in me.

Behind me Jaylen thrusted back and forward, slapping into my pert ass as he did so. He looked like pure strength beside me--towering, commanding, every inch of him carved with power. His deep, dark skin was a striking contrast to the soft blush of mine, like night pressing against dawn. Every muscle in his athletic frame was taut with control, his face focused, intense, as if nothing else in the world existed but this moment--this connection.

He slipped out. I gasped and immediately felt empty, my ass gaping, pulsing, yearning for his cock inside it once more.

He gently rolled me onto my back. I held my legs open wide and he slipped in between them and pushed inside of me once again as my body accommodated his girth.

I looked down, craning my neck to see that dark meat sliding into my pale soft skin as he penetrated me.

Harder and faster now. His body slapping into me. His penis seemed to push in deeper. Hitting that magic sissy spot with ease, sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.

"Oh god, yes... that's it, right there..." I screamed out. "You feel so good--so deep--it's perfect."

It was only after a few thrusts that Jayden rolled onto his back, pulling me with him as we rolled together. Eager for more I slipped on top of him, impaling myself on his shaft, my legs wide, my hard cock sticking out as I leant back, my arms either side of his thighs as I rode him, bouncing up and down on him watching my small penis bounce back and forward as I did so. My mouth hung open, tongue slipping out as I rose and fell, lost in the rhythm, in the heat, in him.

"Ava--fuck, Ava... So good... you're so damn good. I can't get enough of you."

"Jaylen--oh my god... Yes... just like that... You fill me up so perfectly..."

"I've never felt anything like this baby. Oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm going to cum in you!"

"Harder... please... Jaylen!! Oh fucckkkkk!"

The sensation washed over me like a tidal wave, starting deep within and spreading outward, tingling across my skin, every nerve alight. My body arched instinctively, drawing closer to him, as if my very soul craved it. The warmth enveloped me, making everything feel fluid, soft, and electric all at once. My pulse quickened, each beat of my heart syncing with the rhythm of the pleasure building inside me.

I felt full, whole--every inch of me, from my chest to my legs, seemed to hum with a quiet but undeniable intensity. It was like I was melting into him, every touch of his skin against mine intensifying the sensation, pulling me deeper into the storm of warmth and bliss. My breath came in shallow, quick bursts, the pleasure unrelenting yet gentle in its rise.

"Fucckkkk Jaylen! Oh god yesss!!!"

As it crested, the world seemed to pause, my senses overwhelmed by the heat and fullness of it all. The warmth bloomed deep inside me, flooding every inch of my body as my cock exploded all over Jaylen's chest.

"Ava--fuck, Ava..!!!!"

Then I felt him. I felt him cum deep within me. Filling me up with his warm seed, his cock jerking within me as I was still shaking from my own orgasm.

I fell down onto his chest, my legs flipping out behind me. His penis still inside of me, holding his cum within me like the most precious treasure.

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Chapter Six: The Best Worst Date He Never Had

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As the orgasm receded it was replaces with a sense of calm and contentment. It was a beautiful, fulfilling feeling, as if I'd finally found where I truly belonged. I was his, completely. And the quiet waves of ecstasy that washed through me made me feel more alive than ever before.

We kissed as he held me in his arms. Slowly he eased his cock out of my hole. I could feel the cool air touch the sensitive skin around my ring, then the cum slowly leaking out.

I lay softly against Jaylen's chest, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm beneath my ear. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his skin and his fingers gently stroking my hair.

Everything outside this moment felt so distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was the quiet, tender peace between us, our bodies tangled in the aftermath of everything that had just unfolded.

I rested my hand on his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, and let out a contented sigh, my eyes closing as I allowed myself to just be. I felt wonderful--fulfilled, cherished, and completely at ease. Everything I'd been searching for, all wrapped up in this moment with him.

"So... how'd your date go?" I asked, my voice soft but teasing. I already had a pretty good idea, but I couldn't resist.

Jaylen chuckled, the sound of his laugh vibrating through his chest, and I lifted my head just enough to look up at him. His eyes twinkled with mischief, but there was something else--something more sincere there, too.

"Ah, that," he said with a grin. "Let's just say... the best bad date I've ever had."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "Oh really? Do tell."

He shrugged casually, his fingers still threading through my hair in a soothing rhythm. "She was a mess. On her phone all the time. Blew me off halfway through dinner, some emergency with a girlfriend who had an argument with her guy. But, you know... sometimes you don't need a perfect date when you've got something way better waiting for you at home." He slid his hand down my back, rubbing slow circles as though to drive the point home.

I grinned, lifting my head to give him a playful look. "Oh, so I'm your 'something better,' huh?"

He smirked back, eyes twinkling. "Oh, absolutely. No contest baby."

I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Well, I do have a lot to offer. Can't blame you for wanting a piece of this." I struck a dramatic pose, my best diva impression, but it only made him laugh harder.

"Trust me, I've got everything I need right here." He pulled me in closer, his arms wrapping around me like I was the most important thing in the world.

I couldn't help but smile, feeling ridiculously happy. "You know, for a guy who only came home because he had a bad date, you sure are good at making me feel special."

"Only because it's the truth," he said with a grin. And then, just to keep things light, added, "Besides, you're a lot better company than someone who can't keep up with you."

I laughed again, curling into him. "I can't argue with that."

Jaylen's voice broke the silence, soft and sincere. "I'm happy we found each other, Ava. This... this feels real." His fingers trailed down my arm, his touch tender but with a possessiveness that made me feel like I was his, completely.

I looked up at him, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the best way. "Yeah, it really does," I whispered. And then, without thinking, I cuddled even closer, letting myself melt into him, feeling the warmth of his body and his affection seep into me.

In that moment, I realized it wasn't just about the chemistry between us. It wasn't just about the passion we shared--it was about finding a connection that felt so right, so real. I felt truly seen, for the first time in a long time. And I could feel that Jaylen, for the first time, wasn't just seeing a version of me--he was seeing Ava, the real me.

And that... was everything.

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