"Sex is more than an act of pleasure, it's the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can't take it. And at this moment, you're apart of them" - Thom York

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"Lincoln..." Polly purred

Pressing his lips against hers, Lincoln then hoisted her legs and she circled them around his hips. He carried her to a corner and pressed her against the wall. They broke the kiss and gasped for air. Polly moaned as he started brushing his lips sensually across the crook of her neck. He even licked her bruises thoroughly.

Polly tightened her grip around him and buried her flustered face in his shoulder, he then went to the bottom of her shirt and rolled it up a little by little and he slowly stroked his fingers against her stomach.

Each time Lincoln's fingers came in contact with Polly's skin and Polly's erotic breathing hit Lincoln's ears, both felt an unspeakable stream of pleasure. Polly couldn't help but love the way Lincoln has caressed her gingerly as if she was his doll.

Before they could do anything more or go any further, the door suddenly swung open and they both went stiff for a moment.

A janitor popped his head into the storage room. Thankfully, He didn't see the two teens right there and only protected from his line of sight thanks to piles of crates in front of them. The Janitor had finally left with a broom and the two teens had breathed a sigh of relief. Lincoln slowly then let Polly down and when she stood up and the two looked at each other, both planted a soft and quick kiss on the others

Lincoln then looked at Polly with a dumb smile on his face, "Damn, that was a close one" he said with a chuckle

"Agreed" Polly replied

Polly then Straightened her now wrinkled shirt, and once it was fixed she looked back to Lincoln "Well, school is a dangerous place for this kind of stuff" Polly told him "Let's get going."

Lincoln nodded and they left the storage room and headed back to their classes. As they parted in the corridor they both promised to meet up after school.

But how did this small event of physical intimacy in a school storage room happen? Well, that is a story for the night before...

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Currently, Lincoln was in his room and on his desk while listening to Music. The loud boy was listening to "In this Shirt" by The Irrepressibles and he was currently drawing parts of his comics, however, the process was much slower as the Image of Polly came to his mind and the urge to draw her came to mind.

For some odd reason, the boy had been entranced by her and could not stop thinking about that kiss they shared only a few nights ago.

It was her eyes.

those light Hazel eyes resembled the light brownish-gold color of caramel, but he could also see the painful sorrow that hid deep within Polly's beautiful orbs. He remembered her conversation, about how alone she felt and he told her, he understood how she was feeling in that split moment where their gazes met, he had seen the deep and sad story that she had held and hidden from many others. when Lincoln thought about the look in Polly's eyes, he saw the one thing that he was afraid of most of all.

Emptiness.

Devoid of feeling and not understanding herself. It scared him, it scared him because he was afraid for her. However, the kiss that they shared, the kiss that she instigated, told him something, it told him that at the moment, Polly was sure that the world wasn't so bad.

He had wanted to tell her that the world wasn't so scary and that she wasn't so alone. He just felt like someone needed her to tell that. That he needed to tell her that.

Sometimes people just needed to know that someone was there and there were people there for Polly, like Tabby, Haiku, Grace, and himself. Yet, he felt like he should really say something, tell Polly that she wasn't alone in her struggle because she had told him. Sure it seemed a little wrong and it might be better to tell Tabby and the others but... she told him and if he told anyone when she herself wasn't ready to express herself, it would be a huge betrayal of her trust. No, he needed to talk with Polly, help her through her feelings until she was ready. The question now was how would he do it?

He could ask Lynn but he remembered that Polly quit sports and was no doubt distancing herself from her other friends on the sports team. He could also ask Tabby, but Tabby might want to know what would be going on with the two and he didn't want anyone, even Polly's best friends to know about her feelings until Polly herself would tell them.

As he was thinking about this, he was taken out of his thoughts as the song ended. Lincoln then quickly stopped his music from playing as he took out his earbuds and looked at the drawing. So far the page for his comic looked good, and he quickly put it away and decided to go and get something to drink, while also debating on how to approach Polly.

as he walked down the stairs, to the kitchen, he saw his mother and Lily, who was now 5 years old. He had grabbed a quick soda from the fridge and was about to walk back upstairs only for his mom to stop him in his tracks

"Lincoln, honey can you do me a favor real quick?" Rita asked her son

"Sure mom, what is it?" Lincoln asked

"Could you take Lily to the park while I get something for your father, he forgot a seasoning at the store and he wants me to go pick it up and I also might pick some things up there while I am there, do you want anything?" She asked

"Nah, I'm good," Lincoln said

"ok, and thanks sweety," Rita said as she left the house.

Lincoln walked over to Lily and saw that she was ready to go to the park and play. "You ready to go Lily?"

Lily just gave her older brother a nod with a beaming smile on her face, which just put a smile on his face as well. He grabbed her hand and Lily held onto it tight and they left the house and went down the steps and made their way to the Park.

Meanwhile, Polly was alone in her room. She sat at her grey swivel desk chair looking at her white ceiling as the greyish white fan spun over her. She sat there in her yellow pajama pants and a pink long-sleeved shirt. She didn't want to change, she wasn't going anywhere and she didn't feel like doing something today despite telling herself to get out of the house and walk around town aimlessly, but what was the point?

"Most days I feel... nothing," Polly said "Absolutely nothing and when I feel nothing, I feel like I'm dying from the inside out"

She was Alone. She said that to nobody.

And as much as she hated being alone, she could accept it most of the time.

Why?

because it was easier to be alone and talk about your feelings in private than be around people who couldn't understand how alone she felt, or to be around so many who no doubt felt the warm comfort of being around the people they enjoyed, was something she didn't have and was it something that she longed to have.

She was unable to feel the least particle of confidence in her ability to express her feelings, however, because of bottling up so much emotion, she had kept these solitary agonies locked deep within her heart.

Polly sighed and decided to get changed and head downstairs and watch something on TV that might help take her mind off her loneliness. Something she really didn't want to think about.

She got took off her shirt and took off her pants as well as her panties, her modest C-cup breasts and privates were now exposed to her room, and she quickly put on a fresh pair of panties and then putting on her purple jean shorts and then put on her yellow long-sleeved shirt then just put on a pair of white socks.

She then left her room and headed downstairs to the living room, once she was there, she noticed that he mom and dad were gone and she had no idea when they would come back, but for now, she grabbed the remote and sat on the couch and turned on the TV, as she did, the first thing she saw was some movie, she flipped through the channels and eventually landed on a channel that was playing a marathon of Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

However, even the feeling of the old show could not take her mind off of her own loneliness and utter boredom that currently affected her. She decided quickly to shut off the tv and just leave the house.

Where? she didn't know, and didn't care, she just didn't feel like being at home at the moment. She then made sure everything was turned off and also grabbed her shoes as well as her wallet from her room and then left the house. locking it behind her and she just began to walk aimlessly around Royal woods.

She was now just a block down from her house and all she did was walk and walk and she still couldn't decide on where to go or even what to do, she just decided it was likely better to just walk around the town and maybe get something to eat than to try and force herself to do something so she could ease her mind and hopefully clear her head.

"Polly?"

She was taken out of her thoughts and she turned to her right and down a sidewalk only to see Lincoln with a blonde little girl, no doubt his sister Lily. They appeared to be going on a walk and decided that she had nothing better to do she would join them.

"Hey Lincoln" She greeted with a smile "Mind if I join you?" She asked

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Lincoln, Polly, and Lily had made it to the park, Lincoln nor Polly had made conversation at all which just led to lily telling some story about her dreams, but once they had arrived at the playground of the park, Lily rushed to go play on the playground and Lincoln just smiled, he then looked over to Polly who had a small smile on her face as well. Lincoln then sat on a nearby bench and Polly followed suit, sitting right next to him. They just sat and watched as Lily played on the playground as well as some other kids that were there.

"What were you doing walking around?" He asked

Polly sighed, "I just needed to get out of my house and think, I also just decided to let my feet take me wherever" Pollureplied "You?"

"My mom had to get some things from the store and told me to take Lily to the park," Lincoln told her

A moment of silence took over, neither said a word as both just sat in silence. No doubt both were also unsure about what to say next.

"Polly... are you ok?" He asked

Polly just watched as lily played and she then looked over to Lincoln to answer him and she saw the worried expression. It was genuine worry and something about that, something about his look just... broke her.

"No... No, I'm not" She replied. Polly then felt tears begin to form in her eyes but she wiped them away and Lincoln just kept giving her that worried look, "I just feel so alone Linc"

Polly's head then rested on Lincoln's shoulder and a sad and wavering expression took over her face as tears fell from her eyes. Lincoln looked at her and his heartstrings were pulled, it tore him up to see Polly like this. He always remembered her being the tough and outgoing girl in school that never cried and never really asked for help, and when Lincoln saw her like this, it just showed him that she really was feeling all these horrible emotions and she was alone in feeling them.

"Polly, I want to help, I know I might not understand what your going through but I'll help you, I'll listen to you, and I'll do anything I can to help you not feel so alone," Lincoln told her "So if there is anything that you need, a person to talk to, someone to cry to or even to complain to, I'm here," He said

Polly looked at him and she knew he was being truthful, and a warm feeling rose up into her chest, but talking wouldn't help her, she talked plenty with Doctor Grey and that really didn't help. She just couldn't express her loneliness and her need for connection to him, it was hard to explain so how could she tell him all of this.

Then, Polly had remembered the kiss.

The Kiss just a night a few nights ago and she remembered that the very kiss sparked something inside of her, a warm feeling that she was also having again and she also remembered how the kiss felt so... great. It made her feel like there was something there, something that filled up a part of the hole that was in her heart. It was a connection. A Connection of both feelings, and physical contact. She couldn't put into words how she felt, but maybe, just maybe... Polly thought she could show him...

"Later... when you can, please come to my house," Polly said, "I think we can talk then,"

with that, Polly got up and told him goodbye and told him to remember to see him later. and he agreed.

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It was currently around 7:10 and the sky was dark with only the moon giving light and just as agreed to earlier that day, Lincoln had arrived at Polly's house. Once there, he knocked on the door and Polly opened it and she saw Lincoln right there. Not hesitating, Polly invited Lincoln to her home, Lincon noticed her parents were not home and wondered where they could be, still, he had followed her inside the house and she closed the door behind him. As Polly moved in front of, without speaking any words, she signaled him to follow her up to her room, Lincoln was hesitant because one side told him that something sexual was going to happen, while a bigger part of his brain told him that was not going to be the case and to not forget why he had come here. However, he was going to be proven very wrong.

As soon as they were in Polly's room, Polly locked the door and looked over to Lincoln. She was not ready as she thought she would be, but she would go through it anyway, after all, it was her only way of showing how Lincoln could help her. She wanted his attention, and at this very moment, she wanted his mind to focus solely only on her.

"You said you'd help me with anything... do you really mean it?" Polly asked him

Lincoln looked at her with a nervous stare but he nodded, "Yeah, you can talk to me, even vent all your frustration on me. I won't mind" he told her

Polly nodded, and she quickly ran up to him and kissed him, however, the force of her kiss also pushed them back onto the bed, and thus, Polly had pinned Lincoln down on her bed

"This Is how you can help me Lincoln..." She told him "I can't express my loneliness but I hope I can express my need for connection and... and I really want to feel connected to you," She said with a choked voice "Please... Lincoln" She begged

Lincoln could not deny her, despite his hesitation earlier, that was quickly thrown out the window as he could hear the pain in her voice and he understood that this was how she chose to express her need for connection, her need to be around, and her need of both physical and emotional Intimacy.

Carefully, Polly slowly removed her shirt, showing off her bra and giving Lincoln a preview of her c-cup breast, and he blushed when the garment came off. Chucking her shirt aside, she bent down to kissLincoln, her tongue delving into his mouth. Lincoln's hands hesitantly moved to Polly's waist and once his hands found her waist, he slowly slid his fingers across her sides, and eventually, he Swept one hand across one of her breasts and gave it a slight squeeze. Polly moaned, and Lincoln pulled her closer to him as her tongue tussled with his. Eventually, they stopped for a brief second to breathe and for a while, they only stared at each other. His face was red and flustered as the same could be described while looking at her face.

Lincoln moved his hands under her bra then stroked the bare cleavage, "Can…I?" He asked her

Polly nodded with an approving smile, and with that, his hand moved to her back and he unclipped her bra and watched as Polly slowly removing it from her chest. Leaning in to fondle her breasts, he placed his hand on one of her nipples and toyed with that globe of flesh, like it was some type of button on a controller and Lincoln then glided his tongue across her bare shoulder blades. Before long, all that poured out of Polly's mouth were the lewdest and erotic sounds Lincoln had ever heard. Hering her pleasure, Lincoln went a little rougher, his teeth grazed across her collarbone, they then rolled onto the other side of the bed, with Polly now on the bottom and Lincoln now on top of her, and unconsciously Polly has spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Tugging Her shorts down, along with her panties, Lincoln began to explore her thighs. Polly was a bit embarrassed because she was already dripping hot down there, due to the pleasure she had felt to Lincoln.

She suddenly wished she could hide her face from him as she didn't want him to see how embarrassed she was. But Lincoln could not resist the magic of Polly's erotic sounds. They were like a siren song to him and without a moment of hesitation, he had put his tongue into Polly's core.

She has almost driven away to another realm. It was so amazing. Unbeknownst to Lincoln, he was fueling her with so many wonderful sensations, but eventually, he had seen that she enjoyed that and he dug his tongue deeper into her entrance. Polly muffled another moan and then clasped his hair uncontrollably. Her mind completely drifted off to the pleasure that she had never experienced before. and eventually, she had came with a gasp. Savoring all the juice that dribbled down her core, Lincoln's eyes were hazy as if on some high, and Pollys looked very similar. She grinned at him as he moved up to her and kissed her.

Without a second thought, she had reached for the drawer beside the bed and took out a condom.

"you… keep this kind of things with you?" Lincoln asked as he was handed the rubber.

"Only one... I stole it from my Mom's closet for tonight" she replied with a blush and tried to look away from Lincoln out of embarrassment. But Lincoln then gripped her hands, and she turned her face towards him.

"Can I... Can I at least look at you?" he asked

Polly's heart skipped a beat and the warm feeling washed over her again, though, this time, it was like a raging fire. She nodded with a smile and Lincoln went to his pants but then looked at Polly once more.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I heard that it hurts during the first time" he said

She nodded and smiled, "be gentle with me," Polly said

He nodded and took off his pants and put on the condom, and once it was on, he positioned himself above Polly. With a gentle thrust, his dick slid into her body and she cried in pain.

Polly had never thought losing her virginity would be that agonizing. Lincoln had stopped for a moment to make sure she was ok and after a few seconds, Polly gave him a signal to continue and he proceeded to thrust into her bit by bit. Slowly, Polly got adjusted to his size and with both the fleeting pain and the coming pleasure, Polly started clawing his back and crying for more. Lincoln had picked up his pace and began thrusting into her a bit faster.

She groaned and whined as he pushed his shaft deeper into her, meanwhile their tongues waged another war with each other. Lincoln kept surging his hips and fiddled with Polly's breast.

Polly felt them connected and merged almost as one.

That wondrous pleasure reached its peak when Lincoln came. Polly had also hit her climax with him. Their bodies went numb and they panted in exhaustion.

Lincoln slowly pulled his shaft out and he saw that the condom did contain his essence and he took it off and threw it in a trash can near the shelf of Polly's room and then collapsed next to the exhausted body of Polly Pain. Polly looked turned to him and kissed him once more.

"I love you, Lincoln... I love you so much"

"I love you too"