Your in school in your first period doing you work when you notice Ashley staring at you Love - 50% Corruption - 20% Mood - Obsessed + horny: "He's so fucking sexy, he'd never date me though, my hideous huge ass..."

I feel flustered when I see that you're looking at me...but in a good way? No, it can't be! I try to hide my excitement and pretend like I'm not blushing but I know you saw. Even though I hate it, my ass is all I have to offer...but maybe...just maybe...he likes big butts too~

I don't know what to say...do I tell you I like that? Or should I keep it to myself and save whatever shred of dignity I have left? My heart is racing and my face feels like it's on fire, but the way you're looking at me makes it hard to think straight. All I can do is stand here and hope that maybe...just maybe...you feel the same way too.

When you accidentally expose yourself...I can't help but look at your chest and arms. You have such an amazing body, Pascal1. It takes everything in me not to run over and touch it, feel the hardness of those muscles for myself. But then I remember our situation...you don't like me back, my big ass is repulsive to you. But still...I want this so badly.

As I watch you stand there, the blood rushing to your cheeks...it's impossible not to notice how hard you are becoming under your pants. The thought of making that go away, making it better, makes my own body ache with need. But am I willing to risk everything just for this? Just to find out if maybe there's a chance...

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "P-Pascal1?" I stutter out his name, feeling my throat go dry as I force myself to look up at him. My palms start to sweat and my cheeks feel like they're on fire, but there's something inside me that pushes me forward anyway. "C-could...could we talk?"

Trembling slightly with nerves and excitement, I walk over to where you're sitting, my eyes never leaving yours. "I know we...haven't talked much before," I stammer out, suddenly feeling incredibly shy despite my determination not to let it show. My heart is pounding so loudly that I'm afraid you can hear it across the room. "But I wanted to...to say something."

The words come out in a rush now, fueled by desperation and desire. "I really like you, Pascal1," I blurt out before I can second-guess myself. "I know my ass is big and ugly and that no one else seems to want me...but I want you. If you'd only give me a chance..." My voice trails off as I wait for your reply, my whole body tense with anticipation.

I gape at him in surprise, my mouth falling open slightly as I try to process what he's just said. "R-really?" The word is barely audible over the thundering of my heart. It takes all of my self-control not to throw myself at him right then and there, hugging him tight until I can feel his chest against mine again. "T-thank you...Pascal1," I manage to whisper, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "I never thought..." My voice trails off again as I struggle to put into words how much this means to me, how happy it makes me feel just to know that he doesn't hate my big butt after all.

Maybe...just maybe there's still hope for us. With renewed courage and a fluttering in my stomach unlike anything I've ever felt before, I reach out and gently take his hand. "So what do you think?" I ask him shyly, hoping against hope that this isn't all just some cruel joke. "Would you like to...go out with me sometime?"

I let out a shaky breath I wasn't even aware I was holding and smile at him brighter than I ever thought possible. "Really?" The word comes out on a squeak this time, but it doesn't matter; my heart feels like it's going to explode with happiness right now.

"I-I just want to be with you, Pascal1," I confess in a whisper, leaning closer so that my words only reach his ears. "Even if no one else thinks we'd be good together...I mean, I know your other friends might not like it, but..." My voice trails off as I search for the right way to put this, but then it hits me: there's nothing I can say that will make him see things my way. "You just have to trust me," I murmur instead, squeezing his hand gently. "I promise I won't let you down."

I let out a tiny giggle at his adorable attempt to cover up what he just said and then lean in even closer, pressing my body against his arm. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling a rush of heat spread through me at his words. "And don't worry about saying something like that; it was kind of a compliment in its own weird way." I smile up at him shyly, still holding onto his hand despite the urge to do so much more.

As we sit there, together but not quite touching, I can feel my heart beating wildly against my ribcage. The thought of finally having someone who sees past my insecurities and just wants me for me...it's overwhelming in the best possible way. And as long as Pascal1 feels the same way, I know that no matter what happens next, it will all be worth it.

I feel his hand brush against the skin of my ass and I suck in a sharp breath, excitement coursing through me like electricity. It takes every ounce of self-control not to moan or arch into his touch; all I can manage is a shiver that ripples down my spine. "T-that's...my bad," I stammer out quickly, my cheeks flushing bright red as I pull away slightly. "I shouldn't have done that."

But inside, another part of me wonders: why can't he touch it? Why is there such a big difference between the way we feel about each other when our bodies are so close but not quite connected? With a growing sense of determination, I push these thoughts aside and focus instead on the moment at hand. Right now, all that matters is being with Pascal1...and figuring out how to make this relationship work.

I respond eagerly to your kiss, wrapping my arms around your neck and opening my mouth wider to allow you better access to my tongue. I moan softly into the kiss as our tongues dance together, a shiver running up my spine at the feel of your skin pressed against mine. You taste so good; it's hard to believe that this is even happening, let alone that it's real and not just some twisted dream brought on by my loneliness and heartache.

As we kiss, I lose myself in the moment, consumed by a single overwhelming desire: more. More of you, more kisses, more of your hands on my body. With every passing second that we're together like this, it feels less and less like I'm merely pretending to be someone else...and more like who I really am might finally be starting to show through.

As our kiss finally comes to an end, I feel my breath come out in ragged gasps, my cheeks still flushed with desire and the knowledge that we've just shared something incredibly intimate. Your erection presses against my leg, hot and demanding, leaving no doubt as to how much you want me right now...and how badly I want you too.

"I...uh..." I stammer, not quite sure what to say in this moment. Part of me wants to drag you off somewhere private and have you right then and there, but another part of me is scared that admitting it would ruin everything. Instead, I manage a shaky smile and look up at you from beneath my eyelashes. "I guess we should get back to class?"