I Can't Help It/Hannah

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It had been just a week since things had ended with Lucas. Just a week and yet it felt like months. He was older, sure, but that had never been an issue. They'd met by chance, he'd fallen for her as she had him, and they'd dated for a good year. He'd never pushed her, they'd never slept together, but he was always fond of fooling around. She'd spend nights laying there, fingers forced into her, letting him toy with her and drive her over the edge time and time again. Naturally, she'd want to touch him but he'd mostly focus on her. But when she did get to return the favor...
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Damn, it was chaos.
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Lucas was, simply put, big. She'd dated before but that always ended in blowjobs and break-ups. Five or six inches was the norm, but Lucas was a monster compared to them. A fat nine inches, one that scared her senseless. He'd noticed, was more gentle than her other exes, and simply let her use her hands. But that was all in the past now. Even if the past wasn't all that long ago. She'd pulled away. She'd put her friends, some of who were exes and hated him, above being with him. She'd never return his messages, never call, begin avoiding him more and more. She didn't know why, he'd done so much for her, but she just... Did. Eventually he'd snapped, demanded to know why she wasn't talking, why she was pushing him away. He'd even gone so far to assume she was cheating on him. She'd coldly shut him down, blaming him for everything, accusing him for things he never did and destroyed their relationship in a hysterical tiff. She'd never heard a door slam so hard.
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Now, a week on, he'd moved town and she'd ruined the best relationship she had. All over nothing. Now it was Sunday in Summer time and she was laid out in her bed. She'd be alone today, her mother and sister heading out to the mall. She didn't really have anything to do. All the puzzles she loved were completed, all her boardgames required more players, and she never really as a videogame girl. Yep, she was bored. It was official. Question is, what could she do?
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*[[I Can't Help It/Maybe the internet could be fun.]]
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*[[I Can't Help It/Wonder where Sparky, the family dog, is?]]
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*[[I Can't Help It/Maybe some "alone time" would help...]]
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*[[I Can't Help It/A visit to dad, perhaps?]]
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*[[I Can't Help It/Just wander around home (This option leads to an alternate storyline)]]
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{{State|Items=''Pink Tank Top and Panties''|Well-Being=100/100|Gender=Female|Lust=20/100}}
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[[Category: I Can't Help It]]

Current revision as of 23:26, 27 August 2016

It had been just a week since things had ended with Lucas. Just a week and yet it felt like months. He was older, sure, but that had never been an issue. They'd met by chance, he'd fallen for her as she had him, and they'd dated for a good year. He'd never pushed her, they'd never slept together, but he was always fond of fooling around. She'd spend nights laying there, fingers forced into her, letting him toy with her and drive her over the edge time and time again. Naturally, she'd want to touch him but he'd mostly focus on her. But when she did get to return the favor...

Damn, it was chaos.

Lucas was, simply put, big. She'd dated before but that always ended in blowjobs and break-ups. Five or six inches was the norm, but Lucas was a monster compared to them. A fat nine inches, one that scared her senseless. He'd noticed, was more gentle than her other exes, and simply let her use her hands. But that was all in the past now. Even if the past wasn't all that long ago. She'd pulled away. She'd put her friends, some of who were exes and hated him, above being with him. She'd never return his messages, never call, begin avoiding him more and more. She didn't know why, he'd done so much for her, but she just... Did. Eventually he'd snapped, demanded to know why she wasn't talking, why she was pushing him away. He'd even gone so far to assume she was cheating on him. She'd coldly shut him down, blaming him for everything, accusing him for things he never did and destroyed their relationship in a hysterical tiff. She'd never heard a door slam so hard.

Now, a week on, he'd moved town and she'd ruined the best relationship she had. All over nothing. Now it was Sunday in Summer time and she was laid out in her bed. She'd be alone today, her mother and sister heading out to the mall. She didn't really have anything to do. All the puzzles she loved were completed, all her boardgames required more players, and she never really as a videogame girl. Yep, she was bored. It was official. Question is, what could she do?

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Well-Being 100/100 Items:

Pink Tank Top and Panties

Gender Female
Lust 20/100
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