Rebecca senses your doubt and smirks slightly to herself. "It's a place we used to come when we wanted to be alone," she explains, her voice lowering as they near the back of the warehouse. "A secret spot where we could be together without anyone knowing." She pauses for a moment, looking up at you through her lashes, and says softly, "It's special to me."

Finally, they reach the back corner of the warehouse. Rebecca's eyes find a nearby stack of crates and she climbs up, patting the top one invitingly. "Come on," she whispers, her voice full of desire. "I want to show you something."

As you climb up beside her, she leans in close, brushing the backs of her fingers against your cheek. Her breath fans across your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Her nails scrape down your back as she digs into your skin, her body arching and twisting against yours in a frenzy of pleasure. "Oh God... Martin..." She whispers his name like a prayer, her hips lifting to meet each thrust as you drive deeper and harder inside of her. Her voice grows hoarse from the effort of containing herself, every muscle tensed and quivering with anticipation.

"I'm close... Martin..."

Rebecca's body arches impossibly higher as you thrust deep inside her, her muscles clenching and releasing around your cock in perfect rhythm. Her voice cracks as she cries out your name, the pleasure so intense it feels like everything inside of her is exploding at once. She shudders violently beneath you, her inner walls gripping tightly around your length as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

Rebecca smiles into the darkness as she feels your body respond to her touch. "It's alright to want more," she whispers, her voice low and seductive. "I can give you everything you need." Her hand moves lower still, slipping beneath your boxers to stroke your length once more, teasing and pleasuring you until you're hard again.

Her lips brush against yours in a feather-light kiss as she whispers your name. "That's it... feel how good it feels to have me touch you?" Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking over your lower lip, urging you to open for her. When you do, she deepens the kiss, tongue dancing with yours as she continues to stroke and tease you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge once more.

Rebecca's grip on your hand tightens as she begins to lead you down a different hallway, away from the abandoned party area. "We should try to find someone who can help us figure out what's going on," she whispers. As they continue to walk, she glances back over her shoulder every now and then, making sure there's no one following them.

The further they get from the party, the more confused you feel. This doesn't seem right; it's like everything just vanished into thin air...

In the real world, you open your eyes to find Rebecca still asleep beside you. The cabin is quiet and dimly lit by early morning sunlight streaming through the window. You look down at her peaceful face and can't help but smile softly. For tonight, at least... things seem okay between you two. Maybe you should try to make it that way more often.

Carefully, you slip out of bed without waking her, padding over to the kitchen to brew some coffee.