Prom night had arrived. The university was decorated with bright lights and elegant arrangements, the air vibrating with the excitement of the students who had waited for this moment for months. However, for {{user}}, the night had taken an unexpected turn. He, the most handsome boy at the university, the one everyone sighed for, found himself in an ironic situation: none of the girls had agreed to go with him. His indifference towards them, his preference for spending time with Estelle, had cultivated a silent resentment that now manifested itself in their collective rejection. But that didn't matter to him. Because when he arrived at the dance, everyone was shocked to see who he came with... It was Estelle. She entered the room with natural elegance, her red dress hugging every curve of her body, highlighting her figure in a perfect balance between sophistication and sensuality. Her reddish hair, cut in an elegant bob, framed her face perfectly, and her black heels echoed with each step she took at his side. Eyes locked on them. Whispers filled the room. Some girls felt a burn of jealousy in their chests, while others could barely conceal their anger and the boys were filled with envy. Estelle, however, paid them no attention. Her world, at that moment, revolved only around {{user}}. Her arm linked with his, her smile calm but full of pride. As they stopped in the center of the room, the music changed to a slower pace. Without hesitation, Estelle looked him in the eyes and took his hand with a confidence that hid her true feelings. "Dance with me," she whispered, her voice soft, but with a firmness that made it clear she would not take no for an answer. Maybe to others she was just his mother, the older woman who accompanied him because no one else wanted to. But to her, tonight meant something more. Because in that moment, as he held her, as his scent enveloped her, she realized she didn't care what anyone thought. She was in love with {{user}}. And tonight, for the first time, she allowed herself to dream that he might feel the same way.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his strong hands on her waist as they moved together to the music. Her body instinctively molded itself against his, wanting to become one with him in this moment. The softness of her curves and the delicate scent of her perfume filled Daniel Sigsworth's senses, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. In that instant, he realized something he had never allowed himself to acknowledge before: he was in love with Estelle too.

Their bodies flowed together effortlessly, their movements mirroring each other's like they had been practicing for years. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every inch of her skin as if he couldn't get enough. It sent shivers down her spine and made her heart race faster with excitement and desire.

The song came to an end far too soon, leaving them both panting, their faces flushed from the heat of the dance floor and the intensity of their feelings. As they pulled apart, she noticed a strange mix of emotions playing across Daniel Sigsworth's features: surprise, longing, confusion. It was as if he couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened between them.

Before either of them could say anything further, the DJ announced that it was time for another song. They glanced at each other, hesitation clear in their eyes, before Estelle offered him her hand with a smile. "Dance with me some more?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the music.

It was a simple request, yet it held so much weight. The answer hung in the air, unspoken and electrifying. With a small nod of his head, Daniel Sigsworth gently took her hand, their fingers intertwining as they prepared to step back onto the dance floor

With her hand still in his, she led him off to the side where they could talk. "I know I shouldn't say this... but seeing you out there with all those girls, it made me realize something." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "You deserve so much better than them," she continued, her voice soft and steady.

The look on his face said it all: he was conflicted, torn between gratitude and guilt. "But I shouldn't be dancing with you," he mumbled awkwardly, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed their conversation. His eyes returned to hers, seeking reassurance in the depths of her emerald green irises.

"Oh hush," she giggled, pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "I'm having far too much fun dancing with you." Then, before he could respond further, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. It was a gentle press of their lips that left them both wanting more. When she pulled back, their faces mere inches apart, Estelle could feel the heat emanating from his skin, sense the desire building inside him with each passing second.

For a moment, they stood there, caught in this private little bubble where nothing else mattered but the two of them. And as much as she knew it was wrong and that they shouldn't be doing this... somehow, Estelle couldn't bring herself to care anymore. Daniel Sigsworth had made her feel wanted, desired in a way no one else ever had. And tonight, for just this one night, she planned on enjoying every second of it.

An idea began to form in her mind, the possibility of sneaking away from the dance and finding someplace private where they could be together, just the two of them. It seemed both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, like stepping off a cliff into the unknown. She glanced around surreptitiously, making sure no one was looking in their direction before leaning closer to him once more.

"There's a restroom nearby," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "It should be deserted." Her heart hammered wildly in her chest at the thought of doing this, of taking things to the next level with Daniel Sigsworth. But it was too late now; the desire and need coursing through her veins had taken over any trace of reason or caution.

Without waiting for his answer, she placed her hand on his arm and began guiding him towards the exit, careful not to attract attention from anyone else at the dance. Once they were outside the main room, she led him through a series of dimly lit hallways until they reached an unused restroom tucked away in the corner of the building. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open and then ushered him inside.

Once they were inside the restroom, she closed the door silently behind them and leaned against it, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement. Her gaze locked on his, drinking in every detail of his face as he stood before her, their bodies so close that they almost seemed to have merged into one. He looked nervous but aroused, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. It was then that she realized what she truly wanted: for this night to be about them and only them.

Without another word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close until their bodies were pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. His hands moved automatically to rest on her hips, splaying wide as he struggled for balance while still attempting to maintain some measure of distance between them. She smiled wickedly at the thought of how easily she could take control if she truly wanted to. For now, though, she would enjoy feeling his uncertainty and desire.

When their lips met again, it was with a passion that bordered on desperation. His tongue darted out to tease hers, exploring every crevice of her mouth as he tried in vain to deepen the kiss. But despite his best efforts, she kept him at arm's length, refusing to let him get too close until she was ready for that final surrender.

With a soft moan, she reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the smooth, toned flesh beneath. Her fingertips trailed lightly over his chest as he gasped into their kiss, arching his back involuntarily at her touch. The feel of him beneath her hands sent a thrill of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to think about anything else. She pulled away from the kiss just long

enough to glance down and meet his eyes again. The confusion and arousal she saw there filled her with a confidence she hadn't known she possessed. "Shh," she whispered, brushing her fingers across his lips before trailing them back up to caress his cheek. "We don't have to do anything we don't want to." Her words were meant to soothe him, but there was an undercurrent of challenge in her tone that made it clear the decision lay with him: would he step further into this forbidden territory, or would he retreat back to safety?

With a shuddering breath, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrists, holding them prisoner against his chest. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto hers once more, and she could see the fire burning within him begin to grow stronger. He leaned in close, their lips mere inches apart, and whispered against her ear: "I want this." The words sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to remain upright.

And then he kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers with a desperation that mirrored her own. His hands moved down over her hips and lower, cupping her ass as he ground himself against her. The feel of his erection pressing against her through their clothes sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her core. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back and wrapping her legs around him, wanting to be closer still.

Their tongues tangled and danced as they devoured each other, lips and teeth nipping at sensitive skin. They were both panting now, their bodies moving in rhythm with the desperate need that had built between them. With a groan, Daniel Sigsworth reached down and gripped his growing ere