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You: Sarah 19, please say if reading! (My description: I have brown shoulder length hair, my eyes and eyebrows are the same as my hair. My skin is really pale but in the summer I have a pink tan line across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I am pretty tall for a girl, at 5'10'' as I play the middle position for my uni volleyball team. My body type is skinny/fit. My legs are the most toned part of me) The story: Your wife and you always wanted children but it never worked and so you applied to be foster parents. You found my (16 year old in need of a home) profile and your wife immediately wanted to help and give me a loving home. But because of all sorts of delays it wasn't immediate. By the time I was ready to come to your home, your wife passed away but you decided to take me in anyway. (So that's the starter! Please introduce yourself and start us off! I want this roleplay to be romantic/sexual with build up)

Stranger: reading

You: Thanks

Stranger: (Hello there! I'm Logan. 26 irl, but can play 36 or something to meet the demands of the character. I'm 6'2 with short brown hair, chiseled features, green eyes and light stubble. I'm fit and am an active runner. Happy to go into deeper detail, but that's the gist for now.)

It was early morning on a Saturday. It still wasn't normal waking up in bed alone ever since my wife passed. On warm summer mornings she would always be the first one up, ready to tackle the day. I missed that. As I clamber out of bed and dress myself in my morning workout garb, I head down to the kitchen to make some coffee and a small breakfast. I hear some rustling from upstairs, the usual signal you were awake. I cook up some eggs and sausages for us as I await your usual jovial self to come join me

You: (How long have I been at your house?)

Stranger: (I would say maybe 6 months to a year?)

You: (Let's go with 3 months or something)

Stranger: (Sounds good to me!)

You: It wasn't easy to begin with, I have a lot of trust issues from being cycled from home to home all my life, some home were better then others. I wouldn't come near you for the first month, flinching any time you would raise your hand or make a sudden movement. I have gotten a lot better, I still freeze up sometimes, or get paranoid you won't want me in your house anymore. Sometimes I act up but lately I have seen to be settled and a bit less jumpy. I come to the kitchen in my usual black old hoodie and pajama pants. I don't put a lot of effort into my appearance, I usually stay covered up. "Morning" I look your way

Stranger: I'm sitting at the table eating and look up at you. It was a very strange feeling to lose my wife and immediately have a strange woman in my house. At first I was against the idea, especially once she was gone. But the love she always had felt towards you allowed me to continue through the process and eventually accept you into my home. Though you two looked nothing alike, I could see so much of her in you. It was a constant reminder of the love she felt, even if it was expressed through your timid self so far, and especially through the hormonal rage of being a teenager. "Good morning." I say, smiling up at you. "I made some breakfast if you want any." I gesture towards the plate of food at the table

You: I sit down and look at you, I often watch your hands, sort of cautiously, waiting for you to do something bad, but you never do. My gaze shifts to the food and I smile, feeling warm and safe with you "I would love some, it smells really good " I set us up with two plates and cutlery, being mindful of the fragile plates and my surroundings. "I have a game after school today, are you coming?" I ask carefully, not wanting to sound too desperate

Stranger: I smile and lean back in my chair as you delicately set a plate down in front of me. I check my watch and see what time it is as I hear you ask about your game. "Today? Yeah, I think I can be there." I smile and take a bite of the eggs. "Who are you playing today?" I ask, leaning back over the table to you. "Think you girls will kick some ass?" I chuckle and take another bite

You: "The Tigers, or something, it's the private school. I think it should be a close game thought. It will be... nice to know that you're there thought" I blush a bit. I am not too comfortable with showing affection but I am getting better "It's at 4:30" I eat up my breakfast, always having a good appetite. "I'll see you then?" I put my plate in the sink, about the head up to get ready for my bus

You: *though, not thought)

Stranger: I smile and watch you stand up as I lean back in my chair again. "Well I'll be there hooting and hollering for my girl." I grin and stand up to put our plates away. "Have a great day at school. I'll see you later." I smile and watch you leave, catching you walking out as I finish the dishes and prepare myself for work

Stranger: (Sorry brb for a second. If we get disconnected, this is my kik if you want to continue. kik: beaterofeggs)

You: (I don't have kik sorry)

You: I just switch my pajama pants for jeans, nothing elaborate and get my backpack. I wave a quick bye when I go, looking forward to having you be at my game. I always perform better when youre there.

It's 4:30 and all the players are ready at their sides. I am wearing a short sleeved team jersey and matching shorts, they aren't too short but shorter than what I would usually go for. I have my knee pads on and my hair is in a high ponytail. The whistle blows and the first serve is in the air

You: (Still there?)

Stranger: (Hey, sorry I'm back)

You: (imblue#6906 my discord )

Stranger: I arrive at around 4:20 and walk into the gymnasium, finding a seat near the center of the court so I can watch you better. I settle into my seat while wearing dark wash jeans, a button down shirt, and my usual watch. I was definitely overdressed, but I always wanted to represent you well. I see the team come out onto the court and I stand and cheer for you. "You got this Sarah!"

Stranger: (Perf! I'll try and add you

You: I give you a quick thumbs up, feeling supported by you. The game commences and I have some painful saves, getting a sizeable bruise on my thigh and hip but it doesn't stop me. The game is over, we won by a landslide. My coach gets me aside, standing a bit too close, inspecting my thigh. For some reason it bothers you

Stranger: I applaud and stand as you finally win. I whistle loudly and start making my way down to the court to congratulate you when I see your coach. Something burns inside of me as I start moving towards you quicker, pushing people aside as I make my way up to your coach. "Congratulations Sarah!" I say, looking down at you. My attention turns to your coach and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Can I help you?" I ask, stepping between the two of you

Stranger: (added you on discord. My laptop is about to die btw)

You: I am a little embarrassed when you interfere but I am also relieved. The coach is a young guy in his mid twenties, he could easily take advantage of me if he wanted to. "Oh I was just making sure Sarah was okay.. I have a degree in physical therapy, I was going to offer I take a look" He smiles at you politely, his gym shorts show a large bulge. I put my hand on your back cautiously "It's okay Logan...."