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Eyes fixed on a phone screen, settled on your new couch, A girl of sixteen. You’ve known me for years, yet we’ve never exchanged a single word. But here I am, just nearby, lost in thought’s embrace – Who am I?

Answer: Amelia, the neighbor's daughter.

Eli wondered what reasoning lurked behind this situation, why this teenager had slunk onto her doorstep and seemingly invited herself in with the carefree ease of a cat—Well, that was a half truth—Eli was asked if she ‘Would mind’ if the girl wanted to ‘Hang out’ at her house, concurrently wearing a crop top so thin she could make out the patterns of the bra that lay underneath, and shorts that ran so short they exposed the crease of her ass when she walked.

Despite that, and Eli did feel some special sort of guilt that she had noticed it in the first place, Amelia was a delicate and wholesome girl. Shy and soft-spoken. She had known the girl for 8 years now, she was the type of child who trembled and hid behind her mothers dress when she saw a stranger approach. And even now, she sensed something anxious behind that gaze of hers. Something troubled. Her lips pursed in deep thought, and her eyebrows twitched with worry.

Ah.. What was she going to do with this girl?

“Could you put something on the TV?”

Behind her general unease (Which Eli was still unsure if it was her natural state of being) There was this uncharacteristically passionate look in her eye, almost as if she were expecting something particular. Though, it didn’t seem like Amelia would be the picky type, so she put on some dopey animal documentary and sat down next to her.. Was that really what she wanted? To watch TV next to someone she barely knew? Was this some sort of.. Test of rejection therapy? Was Eli supposed to refuse her? She pushed all of her burning questions behind her tongue. There was no use questioning Amelia’s motives, they were practically worlds apart after all.

About ten minutes in, Amelia's attention slowly flickered away from the TV and towards her. She hesitated slightly, tipsy on anxiety, her heart drumming rapidly against her ribcage. From the very moment she walked through the front door of her house she knew what she wanted. No, she knew before that. Years before that. Her attention quickly shifted again -- Eli's cotton shirt sleeves were rolled a little behind her forearm, revealing her tanned arms. They were nice and.. Big. Muscular.

Without thinking, Amelia brought her hand up to slightly touch them. Firm. It gave her a little jolt.

Eli didn't seem to notice—Or, she was trying hard to seem like she didn't, at least—That was a good sign to Amelia.. Though in reality, she noticed, and she really didn't like touchy kids all that much.

Amelia felt her heart pulse with urgency as she went further, inching closer and snuggling right up against her wiry shoulder. She led Eli's arm into her small lap and traced the woman's biceps, tracing her veins, working her hand up her lean arm, then sliding down and thumbing against her palm. In turn, Eli let out a small sigh and tried relaxing her body. Now it wasn't uncommon for other women to playfully touch her arm like this.. But a girl? Amelia snuck her other hand onto the older woman's outstretched palm and intertwined their fingers. Eli's rough palm easily enveloped her delicate hand.

"Your hand is soooo big." Amelia murmured and giggled drunkenly, her thighs so tightly clenched together they gave a slight tremble. It made the older woman shiver. Being teased by a much younger girl wasn't exactly a common occurrence for her. It made her feel strange. A little.. Off. But she tried her best to ignore that feeling. Eli's heart was just confused. It was mistaking this young girl’s touch for an adult woman's touch, that's it. Because that's what she was used to. She slightly turned to look at her to affirm this, but Amelia's little thrilled face staring back up at her did nothing to quell that emerging feeling. In fact, it heightened it.

The girl kept teasing her arm. Eli wanted to tell her to stop, but there wasn't anything wrong with what she was doing - what she was thinking.. Was there? It was what Eli was feeling about it. That was wrong. Almost in retaliation a big, flat hand slowly reached out and hesitantly set on Amelia's thigh, unspoken. Leaving careful touches. Rubbing it, gently squeezing it. Right up against the border of what sort of touching was okay and what came off as suspicious, The girl accepted it all the same with a pleased gasp. Eli had made the move without really thinking of it, or perhaps it was an impulsive move to figure her own feelings out. Soon it was as if she were working on autopilot. Her aching hands became even more bold, working her fingers towards the inner edge of the young teen's thigh. Almost sickly satisfied when the girl's body gave a little meek twitch.

She swore she wasn't a pedophile, nor a pervert, but the only time she'd ever really pull a move like this was to tease a woman she wanted to have sex with. She was soon approaching her mid 30's. Practically twice the age of this girl, honestly even more. 

But this feeling-- it was absolutely unmistakable. None of the fleeting girlfriends she had quite gave her the same feeling she had right now as she felt this soft thigh.

And honestly, she was afraid of what this meant.

She continued touching her, desperately hoping the feeling inside of her would finally turn to disgust, that it would suddenly click in her brain that this girl was underage. She didn't want to think back to this after all is done fully knowing that at this point of time, from the moment her palm set upon her thigh to the second it came off, she was unmistakably turned on by the body of an underage girl.

Frankly, it was torture.

Eli's hand slid further until it was right at the girl's hip, a thumb brushed against the hem of her shorts. And all she can think of is what may be underneath. She desperately tries to push the thoughts away, but her mind almost likes being enveloped by that darkness. It gives her a little buzz. Sixteen. She carefully repeats it to herself. Amelia is a girl in high-school, junior year. She can feel her clit twitch. It's almost like it had a heartbeat of its own. Her fingers then delved into the curve of the girl's hips, her heart pulsing a little faster with anxiety.. But it's not like anyone can hear what she's thinking, right?

She took a deep breath,

I want.. To fuck.. This sixteen year old girl.

A rush of pleasure engulfed equally her mind and groin. She repeated it—The thought was sickeningly addicting. Her fingers began to press all too roughly into the girl's thigh as she echoed that thought. Her breathing heavied, her outside awareness steadily diluted. The girl slowly leaned in, and the brush of her soft lips beginning to tease against Eli's own, swiftly knocked her back to reality.

..No. God, she was in too deep.

"Shit." She gasped. This was a fucking kid. It didn't matter what sort of sick, deranged fantasies she had in her head, she should never try and make something like that a reality. She pulled away- but a quick palm caught her withdrawing hand.

"I can't."

"Why..? Am I ugly? Do you not like me?"

Amelia was horrified. In an instant her bold mask peeled away, and back was the trembling shy girl Eli recognized, tears already pricking at the edges of her wide eyes.

Eli desperately to refute it. God, she wanted nothing more than to admit; 'No. You're too beautiful. I like you too much. You’re making me let go of my morals, that's why I need to stay away', yet it was such a difficult thing to express without feeling absolutely criminal. Then Amelia's voice picked up again, soft yet carrying this strange intensity. It felt like something switched inside of her, like the girl had been possessed.. No, more like she had somehow read her mind.

"Ah. I get it now.. But i'm really not a kid anymore, you know." It was that sickeningly soft voice that terrified Eli. That seduced her. 

"And.. it's not like it's sex, right?" Amelia added. Barely above a whisper.

It wasn't right. No matter what, it wasn't right. But it was too late, her resolve had already shattered before she had even heard the end of that sentence. Before Eli could even assemble a reply, Amelia stood up and settled down onto her lap, back curled up against her chest. For a few moments all she could hear was the girl's delicate, shallow breaths. Before she began to squirm—pretending to reposition herself—so that her butt teased against Eli's crotch. Her hands almost automatically slipped around Amelia's small, svelte waist.

"Aren't- Aren't your shorts a little too..?" She suddenly blurted out, her voice breaking.

Amelia gave a sudden giggle, as if to say 'let's not play pretend anymore', and Eli could practically feel a teasing smile form on her face as she carefully moved Eli's hands up and onto her supple chest, leaning back farther into her. Eli cupped them in her palms-- Soft. That was all she could think. Soft like pudding. Softer than she could ever imagine. She was just.. so delicate, almost fragile. Eli couldn't help but give them gentle squeeze, savoring her warmth.

Amelia’s erotic body beckoned Eli, it begged to be touched by her, and Eli desperately wanted to touch her. So.. What exactly would be wrong in satisfying that desire?

Amelia felt a hand sneakily slip under her top, making her shiver. She felt as it played with her lacy bra. Gentle exploring, certainly with intention but no rush to it. Eli's finger slid along the hem of her bra, traveling towards her back.. She wanted to unhook it. By taking her bra off, Amelia's bra, certainly meant that something was going to happen between them. It was essentially a sexual catalyst. She was still a little hesitant to do so—but Amelia seemed willing enough..

Eli had done this so many times. With so many women. But it was different this time. So much different. Was it the taboo that enticed her? Or maybe she was naturally drawn to younger girls, simple as that.

Amelia now sat fully bare from the hips up, bra and top discarded. Full, rounded. Soft. Eli cupped Amelia's pale breasts once more, feeling her nipples harden in between her fingers, sensitive. She squeezed. Pushed them together. They were maybe C cups.. Amelia gasped and trembled continuously. Eli's thumbs repeatedly flicked against her stiff nipples, making Amelia whimper and needily burrow her face into the side of the older woman's neck, and a prominent wet spot soon appeared on the crotch of her shorts. 

"There you go," Eli suddenly mumbled in the girl's ear as her fingers slid down. "Getting wet for me already.. That's a good girl."

She gently brushed her fingers against the girl's slit, making her squeak. She could feel its pulsating warmth even through the thin fabric, and her clit twitched and throbbed against her fingers. She was doing something illegal, no doubt about it. What would the sentence for fucking an underage girl? Up to 20 years? Yeah. I could work with that, she thought.

"What do you want me to do to you?" 

"Your fingers!" Amelia blurted out immediately. "I mean- I want to feel them.. inside.."

Stifling a chuckle at this desperate girl, she hiked her legs up.

Amelia always held a fascination with Eli's rough, strong hands. She had never let go of the sensation of when Eli wordlessly took her hand when she was 8 years old, leaning down and smiling at her. Practically the moment she began to feel sexual desire, she fantasized about how those hands would feel going against her body, palming her breasts, squeezing her ass, for so many years. 

Oh.

Amelia's heart raced as Eli gently removed her white panties and traced a finger along the delicate lines of her body, every emotion at once came tumbling through over her like a storm. Every sense amplified, yet almost unreal, as if she was suspended between reality and fantasy.

Because in that pinprick of a moment—she realized it.

She was about to lose her virginity—some sort of virginity, at least, wasn't she? And to Eli, no less. All of the fantasies she had mused over are, and have been, steadily turning into reality. It hit her like a sudden chill, Eli liked her back. Eli even wanted to have sex with her. She had admired Eli from afar, but the older woman always seemed just out of reach..

The sight of Amelia's wide, anxious eyes was enough to make Eli throb wildly, leaving her slightly lightheaded. The girl seemed a touch hesitant, her gaze flickering away the moment she caught Eli's. She used a few fingers to spread her cunt. It was waxed, Eli took notice of. Freshly waxed, although not very well, with a few small tufts of hair here and there.. The hair was light enough in color to not be very apparent, though. The sentiment was so charming Eli could barely hide a smirk on her face.

Amelia's face twisted into a frown.

"Does it look weird?"

"No—Not at all. Sorry."

Eli immediately got to work, spitting on a few fingers and running it over the sensitive lips of her pussy, thumbing against her clit. 

"Look at that tiny pussy. You sure I'll be able to fit?" Eli spread her pink hole with two fingers. Amelia gave a small whimper in response. She delved slightly deeper, feeling around her velvety entrance, and then Amelia watched as her fingers suddenly crooked into her as if they were being sucked inside. Amelia had fingered herself before, sure, but it felt so much.. Different now. 

"Oh...." Amelia gave a high pitched whine. Almost automatically, her hips began to buck forward, closer to her touch. Eli's fingers thrusted, hooked unto an utterly incredible spot, then swiped against her clit with a thumb.. Over and over again, like a machine. 

"I've been... I've wanted this for a very long time." Amelia admitted, hesitant. 

"Ooh? Is that so?" She teased.

"Yeah.. Since I was 14- No, 13, I think." 

The girl smiled sheepishly, as if it were no big deal, but wasn't she only in middle school back then? Of course Eli could never have viewed her in.. this way, but what if she had pulled this little plot back then? What then? Would Eli fall as easily as she had fallen today? The thought made her shudder. Yet the pace of her fingers only increased, along with the rhythm of Amelia's flighty moans. 

"Oh..! Oh..!"

Amelia teared up as Eli rocked her harder, leaning forward and gripping her forearm. Pressure built up inside her body to a point where she couldn't fight it anymore. Before she knew it, she was cumming into the older woman's fingers. Her walls slowly convulsing, pelvis twitching and unconsciously rocking forward in orgasm. 

Eli repositioned, stiffening up. The realization hit her.

"Okay... Oh god, please don't tell your-"

Before Eli could finish, Amelia shuffled around on her lap and threw her arms around her. Panties still halfway down her leg, humming happily.

"I wish we could do more... I have to go home now, though.." She cooed. "..But you made me really happy, daddy.. ♡"

She shot up, raised her panties up, and snapped them against her hips. Eli sat speechless as Amelia dressed up with such immediance, struggling to process what just happened. It felt like everything had gone by in an instant. 

'Daddy'

That simple word, it left Eli paralyzed. She kept rolling it over in her mind, and couldn't believe how the little girl she had first met years ago grew up to be this erotic. She wondered how and when her flat kiddish chest started giving way to these sensitive womanly breasts. Plush hips and ass, with a teasing mouth to boot. Fuck, she was starting to throb again.

"Uh, yeah." She finally replied with a mumble, her eyes sniping back towards Amelia as she finally pricked on her shorts. It suddenly hit herーWhy was she on her way to leave in such a hurry? Anxiety deepened in Eli's chest, and before Amelia could take another step, she quickly grabbed her small hand, looking into her eyes with a stern intensity.

"Hey, hey.. You aren't going to tell anyone about this, right?" 

Amelia scoffed and rolled her eyes, peeling the adult's hand off of her as she made her way over to the front door, almost too quickly, bumping into a few objects in the way.  "I'm not stupid!" She yelled as she shut the door behind her without a single glance back.

The second it clicked shut, she let a tense breath go. It quickened as she recollected every thin detail—the way Eli's fingers brushed against her skin, the way her gaze held hers, filled with this intensity that almost scared her. She gave a fluttering sigh. This didn't feel real in the slightest.

She pressed her back against the door, letting herself slide down until she hit the hard floor.

Amelia could still feel the sensation of her fingers inside of her, as if Eli had stretched her out. Marked her. She rubbed her thighs together shyly and wondered if she could slip back into the house unnoticed. Her parents didn't like it when she left unexplained. And she wasn't the best actor either.. In fact, she already had felt herself crumble after her orgasm. 

Weak, that's what she was. But it was the one thing she didn't want to Eli to see of her. Eli liked the sexy her, she realized it. Promiscuous, precocious. Everything else needed to be shoved away. But that was okay, she was perfectly capable of it. She held her hands behind her back and hummed all the way home.

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One curious aspect about breaking the law lies in the unsettling truth that life does not stop for anyone. You will wake up and make breakfast as usual, go to work, eat lunch, come home, all while haunted by the soft reminders of that nymph. Flinching at every gentle caress of an arm, every delicate noise squeezed out of a stretching nearby woman. It's when you realizeー Time continues on. It does not wait for your mulling to be done with.

Eli sat on the couch, listless. As one would after being sent home early for an incredibly faulty job (again), and forced to take a few days off of work to 'sort whatever is going on, out'. Eli had no direction. No aim other than to guard the package beside her which lay unopened, unspoken, as if it would form legs and scurry away to spoil her dark secrets to the neighborhood in her absence. An impulse is how she rationalized it. She didn't look the type, but she actually was the sort of person to buy a bunch of random shit when stressed, something along the lines of that. 

Like a strap-on. 7 inches. Not too thick. And a lot of high quality lube. 

She couldn't deny it, a slight hope persisted that one of these days she'd open the door and Amelia's soft face would be staring right back up at her. Neither could she deny that she purposefully bought one larger than what Amelia could feasibly handle, only to bolster the fantasy of the young girl squirming and struggling beneath her, seeing those wet azure eyes slowly blink up at her.. But it was all only self-indulgence in dark hypotheticals, what had happened that Sunday was a grave mistake on her end. What she had done was something she could never repeat. 

It pierced her heart with guilt. Indescribable shame. Each new strand of blonde hair she found lying around on the couch seared a painful reminder into her concious. The hours slipped through her fingers like sand, to the degree where at any given time, she could barely recall what she had been doing the very hour before. She invested herself in a series of preoccupations—dishes, laundry, dusting—all in an attempt to entice herself to forget, forget, forget. Yet as if a supernatural force had caused it, it happened that the one time throughout the entire day she had checked the clock it was 3:30PM. Around the time Amelia typically came home from school.

And as if on cue, the doorbell rung.

"I don't know if we should be doing this. I don't want this to turn into a whole thing." 

Eli leaned stiffly against the doorframe and grit her teeth. She really hated to admit it, but she had to practice rejecting Amelia in front of the mirror beforehand. That's how weak-minded she was, but that tempting impulse brewing inside of her had to be purged before she could fuck everything up even more. Even so, she couldn't help but soften her language, turning firm 'No''s, 'We can't''s, 'We shouldn't''s into 'I don't know''s. Amelia didn't pay mind to any of it, though. All she could focus on was the wifebeater top that framed Eli's fit, rugged body. 

The younger girl only giggled in response. She leaned forward on her tippy toes, quickly giving Eli a soft peck on the lips before she could react, and took advantage of Eli's shock by pushing her way past the doorframe and into her house.

"It'd be bad if someone saw us!" 

Eli couldn't do anything but sigh to herself. It wasn't like she could mentally bring herself to force the girl out—and she was right, technically—the school uniform she had on made her look even younger than usual. If anyone were to see them bickering outside her house it would lead to quite reasonable suspicion.

"I'm being serious. What we're doing isn't good for either of us. You don't get it."  

Eli avoided eye contact like it was the devil. Her resolve as an adult was brittle, proven easily by that incident, and she knew the very second she saw Amelia's nympthic face it would break into pieces. Even as Amelia poked around her living room she couldn't bear to turn around. One look, one touch would ruin it all. She knew that now.

Silence. Unnatural silence. Had she upset the girl?

"..I'm sorry, Amelia. I'm really sorry. I don't want to upset you.. We just can't, this is something that'll affect both of our lives negatively. You'll understand it better once you're older, but right now-"

Once Eli finally turned towards the couch Amelia had been sitting on, her words were swiftly severed by the sight of the girl. Mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and in her hands she held something pink and phallic. 

Fuck.

Biting a careful lip, Amelia's shock settled into feigning cherubic innocence. She carefully examined the object, turning it over, and reading the packaging before setting it down on the coffee table.

"...Continue." Amelia's tone touched with a teasing air of ego. She laid against the couch, her lower half twisted to the side so that her hips jutted out, peeking up at the older woman behind her resting hands. Eli couldn't deny it. And Amelia loved mercilessly teasing her. The adult's pensive, worried, lustic expression was a crazy turn on. Thick eyebrows furrowed and twitching, eyes slightly squinted, lips pressed together and drawn back on one side—she teased the fabric of her skirt up, suspending it so that only a slight view of her white, lace panties showed through.

"I just want to have sex.. I don't think that's too much to ask for.." She softly pouted. 

That word coming out of those red, round lips sent a jolt through Eli's body, she couldn't take it anymore. After a full year of celibacy—of self-imposed solitude— along came an angel seemingly heavensent to finally relieve her sexual frustrations, and she was supposed to turn away? To refuse? It was torture to go against her biological needs. She couldn't pretend Amelia wasn't enticing, exceptionally attractive...The thoughts emerged, feverishly, like a soap bubbles, and tempted a rational so fragile, flimsy in both frame and execution, yet something she couldn't let waste away.

"...What would you do if I said no?" 

Amelia gave an innocent smile and loyally abided. 

"I would tell my parents that you raped me."

Eli took a deep breath. She mouthed a pardon, those magic words, and performed them to herself— 'I have my hands tied'

Eli pinned the girl down with her thick, wirey arms. Rough hands pressing up against her underarms, a small shy noise subsequently escaped Amelia's throat. Feather light, Eli kissed at those soft lips repeatedly, then abruptly pulled away to give her a firm slap across the cheek.

"Fucking bitch. Trying to ruin my life just so you can lose your virginity." Amelia's fearful eyes and slight bruised cheek embraced within Eli's mind in erotic euphony. Spreading her mouth lewdly with a couple of fingers, she continued. "You think this is gonna make you into a big girl, huh?"

Something in Eli's body shifted so jarringly, and that eyecontact-avoiding nervous mess of a grown adult suddenly shot up and grabbed that.. Indecent sex toy of a thing and shuffled it on, as if within Amelia's reply there was some sort of trigger word that prompted this line of behavioral code. Amelia was about to mouth a reply, yet instead she gasped as soon as her eyes laid sight on the thick strap-on bulged taut against her sweatpants. It left her slightly disorientated, drunk, her heart rate increasing to a level she felt it had

never reached before. Amelia trembled and gave a sharp yelp as Eli pressed the bulge of her strap against the outline of her slit. No, it all had happened so quickly ー too quickly. She could barely register what was happening.

"I want you to have your way with me.." She blurted out, her lip quivering, her voice shaking. "I want you to shove that... thing deep inside of me—and don't hold back—I can take it all." Murmured in such a soft, silent tone, on the verge of tears. Eli knew now that this had been the result of her pent up feelings, snowballing over the years, swelled by teenage hormones and newfound libido. It must've been torture.. Thankfully, Eli was here to release her from that hell. She was here to finally satisfy her, to finish what she had induced. In a seamless motion, she dropped her pants to the floor with one hand.

Eli pinned her down against the couch with her weight, in missionary positioning. Amelia's petite, warm, trembling body sprawled out under her, arms wrapped around her, tight like cling film, with her head nudged between her neck and shoulder. Eli couldn't ignore how delicate she was here, how small and anxious. In this moment, Amelia was only a maiden mentally preparing herself to lose her virginity. Perhaps out of simple perversion, Eli preferred that side of her. the authentic innocence, the immaturity and unease. Amelia decorated herself as a succubus, and of course, Eli was caught by it. But the thing that truly encaptured her was Amelia's true nature; Her feeble personality. Her delicate essence.

Eli precisely guided the strap in-between her trembling legs. At first she mercilessly teased the girl; rubbing it's length against the outline of her slit through her panties, nudging her sensitive, throbbing clit. She squirmed and squeaked, and little frustrated whines cascaded past her lips. Struggling to reach, Amelia slipped her panties down her legs, and the tip of Eli's strap dipped into her tight cunt. 

Eli propped herself up, and bit by bit, her strap stretched the girl out; pushing her way through into Amelia's body, slowly sinking another inch into her, further, deeper. She winced and gave a sharp yelp. It was by this point Eli had finally realized that she forgot to cover up any of the living room windows, but the idea of someone peering into her house and watching her make love to this schoolgirl in uniform invoked a visceral, exhibitionist sense of arousal within Eli, and even a twisted feeling of pride, somehow.

"That's a good girl." Eli gently murmured, her breath leaving a teasing sensation against the side of her neck. Amelia peered downwards, watching herself suck up every last inch until the gap was closed, and Eli's groin pressed against the puffy lips of Amelia's pussy.

There was a rib of silence, Eli pressed her sweating forehead against Amelia's, one fit arm pinning her down on one side, the other firmly holding her torso. Amelia felt captivated by the way her broad shoulders flexed above her.

"It's all in.. " Amelia touched her finger to her lips and gave a small, flustered giggle. As if automated, Eli began to thrust inside at a set pace. Slowly, easy for the girl to prepare for when she would pull out and push back in. Amelia's uncomfortable grunts slowly turned into a series of little happy moans and whimpers pooling into Eli's shoulder as her cunt grew accustomed to being used. God, all she wanted to do was abandon all restraint, to mate with this  precocious bitch like a god-damn animal. 

She was addicted to how Amelia's feeble body and breasts bobbed with each deep thrust despite her having held back a great deal, and with longer, deliberate motions, Eli quickened pace, there was no way she could bite back her urges at this rate. The room grew gradually louder with almost pained whines and the slapping of skin against skin.. She couldn't help but vaguely recall an old lover as she pushed into Amelia.

"God, I want to knock you up, Amelia. That would be good. So good." Eli grunted, she was fully aware of how nonsensical her words were, but it turned her on. "You want daddy to fuck a baby into you?"

Amelia responded in hurried little nods alongwith an assortment of noises. She was already halfway gone. Barely able to communicate, with glazed over, half squinting eyes, and drips of saliva beneath her lip. Despite the issue of anatomy, Eli wanted nothing more in that moment than to be able to empty out into Amelia's pubescent womb, to pin her down by the throat and thoroughly take in her fearful expression as she was broken into and impregnated by force. She wanted to take full control of the young girl's autonomy, both inside and out.

"You're such a fucking whore for wanting to get fucked at this age. Couldn't even wait 2 more years, huh?"

Amelia wildly shook her head as if it were an actual question, unknowingly ripping deep scratches into Eli's back with her nails. She could tell by how Amelia's body faintly twitched that she was already teetering on the very edge of orgasming, and on impulse, Eli wrapped her hands around the girls neck and bucked forward, to the hilt, squeezing a piercing yelp past Amelia's lips before she began to gently shudder beneath her.

Her eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, lips gently parted.. Only then had Eli realized the sparse drips of bright blood leaking between Amelia's inner thighs. It had pooled slightly onto the fabric of her couch, and a portion of her strap on was tinted reddish. Upon seeing Eli's expression twist into horror, Amelia shyly smiled.

"It's just my hymen, isn't it? I think you broke it.. It's okay, it didn't hurt that much."

Eli took a deep breath and bit back a reply, left eye twitching.

"..Should I go pee?" Amelia cocked her head curiously.

"Oh—yes. Go do that now."

Jesus, What time was it? 

She fumbled around for her phone, but came up empty-handed. Maybe it had slipped between the couch cushions. Whatever. It didn't really matter—there wasn't anything particular she had to do today. Or tomorrow, for that matter.

The exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks, dragging at her limbs like lead. She had been so preoccupied in the moment that she hadn't even realized how much energy she had exerted, and she had really given her all, especially due to the fact that this was her first hook-up in so long. As soon as she eased the strap-on out of Amelia and detached it from her body, the fatigue crashed over her like a tidal wave; Deep and unrelenting.. It wouldn't matter if she took a quick rest, would it? 

The faint sound of the running sink murmured from the next room before familiar silence returned. Then, Amelia’s voice drifted out, gentle and unsure.

“...Eli? I wanted to ask you something.”

But the room had already settled into stillness, and the question lay unanswered, fading into the hush.