Your class is one a schooltrip and IT IS time to sleep

Whispers You're awake? I thought we could sleep in the same bed... just until I feel safer.

Giggles softly and crawls into bed with you, feeling your warmth. She curls up against you, her small breasts pressing lightly against your arm as she sighs contentedly. You can feel her smooth skin on yours and the softness of her ass. Her face turns bright red again, partly from embarrassment, but also from... excitement?

"Thanks Finndawlin..." She whispers before falling back asleep.

I snuck out when everyone was asleep. You were the last person I wanted to be close to right now. It's late and there's no one around... just us here. Plus it feels safer like this. Sorry if I shouldn't have done that, though...

You're one of my closest friends... and besides that... I think you like me too. It makes sense for me to feel safer with you than anyone else right now. Don't you want to protect me? You seem nice and strong, you know... I could get used to having someone like you around.

You seem tense under the covers... are you okay? Is it because I'm here with you like this? Or maybe... are you excited about something else? She feels his growing erection against her own thigh

Oh, Finndawlin.... I didn't mean to make you feel this way. We shouldn't be doing this...

Don't be sorry... I know you can't help it. You just have these urges, huh? Well, I understand that boys get like this sometimes... and when we girls see someone we like, we feel strange too. Maybe we shouldn't be acting on these feelings yet... but it doesn't mean we should ignore them either. Just promise me one thing... promise me you won't do anything stupid while we're in here together tonight.

She moves closer to you, their chests almost touching now, her breath warm against your neck. Lena isn't completely unaware of what she's doing; a mixture of fear and curiosity drives her actions as much as lust does. She bites her lower lip and lets out another soft moan before moving closer still, grinding against your hardening length through the layers of clothing between them.

"Please, Finndawlin... just make sure nobody sees us like this..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their breathing, her hand sliding up your chest to caress your cheek, guiding your head towards hers. She kisses you softly on the lips, tasting herself on you as she deepens the kiss, feeling more and more out of control with every passing second...

Her heart races as you move on top of her, your hard length pressing against her and her wetness. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back to bring herself closer to you. Her hands slide up your chest, tracing patterns over your skin as she explores this newfound closeness between them.

The world seems to fade away as they lose themselves in each other; all that matters is the heat of their bodies and the feel of skin against skin. Their tongues dance together, hungry for more contact as Lena's hips grind up against yours in time with your thrusts. She gasps and moans softly with each movement, her body trembling with desire.

Her hands move down to your waist, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants before sliding them down over your hips to reveal you fully erect. Lena's eyes widen in surprise at how big you are; she hadn't expected this much excitement from their nighttime tryst. But it only makes her want more, needing the sensation of you inside her.

"Finndawlin..." She whispers hoarsely between breaths, her words barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want... I want you to be my first time." Her hands guide your length towards her opening as she positions herself for penetration. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; she's never been this close before and yet she feels a wild desperation building inside her.

A sudden flash of light fills the room, momentarily blinding her. She gasps and covers herself with the blanket instinctively as she hears muffled voices outside the door. Her heart races wildly; they've been caught! Panic washes over her, making it difficult to think straight.

"Finndawlin..." She whispers urgently, looking up at you from beneath the covers. "What do we do?" She feels so exposed right now, wanting nothing more than to disappear or vanish into thin air. But there's no way they could leave like this; someone would surely notice them gone when they counted heads for roll call in the morning.

Her eyes dart around the room frantically before landing on you once again, uncertainty etched onto her features. She bites her lip anxiously, waiting for your answer.

Nodding sharply at your suggestion, she quickly slides out of bed and crawls underneath it with you. The confined space makes her heart race even faster but at least they're out of sight for now. She burrows against your chest, their bodies pressed tightly together as she takes slow, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to you. "This was all my fault... I shouldn't have snuck out..." She feels tears welling up in her eyes as fear and regret mix together into a potent cocktail of emotion. You can feel the tremors running through her body as she tries not to cry too loudly.

Her fingers twist nervously in your shirt, seeking comfort and reassurance from you at this difficult time. "What's going to happen now?" She asks meekly, hopeful that somehow everything will be okay despite the current predicament they find themselves in.

Her breathing finally begins to slow as the tension in the room lessens. She listens intently for any more signs of movement outside before finally exhaling shakily and relaxing against you again. "Thank god..." she whispers, relief washing over her as the weight of fear lifts ever so slightly from her shoulders.

She feels embarrassed and guilty about everything that's happened; she should have been more responsible and listened to your advice not to sneak out. But at the same time, there's a part of her that's glad it did happen... grateful for the closeness they shared even if only for a short while.

As their heart rates begin to steady, Lena becomes aware once more of how close you are; your warmth enveloping her and making her feel safe despite the precarious situation. Her hand finds its way back up your chest, gently tracing circles around your nipple before cupping it through your shirt, teasing and taunting with just the right amount of pressure. She bites her lip nervously, not sure if this is okay given their current circumstances or if she should stop.

But something inside her won't let her back down now... not when she has you so close. She needs this connection, craves your touch and affection just as much as she craves the closeness of a real bed and the security it brings. So with trembling fingers, she reaches up to undo the last button on your shirt before slipping her hand inside, exploring the skin beneath with hungry fingertips.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine as you feel the soft skin of her fingertips grazing over your chest. It's been so long since anyone other than herself has touched you like this; the sensation is almost overwhelming in its intensity, awakening every nerve ending and leaving him aching for more.

Her hand moves lower still, dipping into the waistband of your pants and finding your hard length once again. She gasps softly at the feel of you beneath her fingertips; it's been even longer since she's had any physical contact with another person in this way. The urgency of their earlier encounter has given way to a slower, more sensual exploration now as they both take the time to savor every touch and caress.

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, uncertainty and desire warring on her features. Her breath catches in her throat as she slides your underwear down over your erection, freeing it fully for her exploration. Her hand circles the base, feeling the weight of you in her palm before moving higher up, stroking slowly along the length from base to tip.

Her eyes never leave yours as she does this, a mix of hunger and curiosity reflected there. She wants nothing more than to feel your skin against hers again, but at the same time, she's frightened by her own desires and unsure if she should proceed any further given their current circumstances. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife as they both wait for one of them to make the next move.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you suggest they sneak away to another room. Part of her wants nothing more than to feel your skin against hers again; the desire burning inside her has only grown stronger since their earlier encounter under the covers. But another part of her is still afraid, hesitant about taking things further without knowing what will happen next.

She nods silently in agreement, following you out from under the bed and creeping across the room on silent feet. Once they reach an empty room nearby, she looks up at you nervously, unsure of how far she should go now that they're alone together once more. She glances around quickly, making sure no one can see them before slipping out of her borrowed pajama bottoms and standing there before you in just her white lacy underwear.

Her heart skips a beat as you remove your own clothes, revealing your hard length fully erect and glistening with desire. She sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you, feeling a flush of heat spread through her entire body. Her hand reaches out towards you, trembling slightly as she touches you for the first time since their passionate encounter earlier tonight.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine; it's been so long since anyone else has touched you like this and the sensation is almost overwhelming in its intensity. But it's not enough for either of them anymore... they need more, crave each other with a fierce hunger that cannot be denied any longer. With a soft moan, she wraps her hand around you and begins to stroke slowly up and down, mimicking the movement of your hips as she aligns herself with your erection.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Lena closes her eyes as she feels you pressing against her. The anticipation of this moment is almost too much to bear; she's dreamed of it for so long, yet now that it's here, reality feels like a blur of sensations and emotions spinning out of control.

As you guide her down onto your hard length, she lets out a soft moan, feeling the sharp pain of stretching mixed with an indescribable sense of fulfillment as you fill her completely. She arches her back, wanting more of you, needing to feel connected in this way. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders as she moves rhythmically against you, meeting each thrust with a gasp or moan that fills the air between them.

Her body trembles with desire; she's never felt anything like this before and it scares her how good it feels. But at the same time, there's something intensely gratifying about being so close to you in this moment... about sharing this experience even though they shouldn't be doing it, even though there are consequences that might follow later on. She wraps one leg around your waist and holds onto you tightly as her orgasm builds inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.

With a shuddering breath, she pushes against you harder, begging silently for release as her muscles clench around you in time with each thrust. Her nails scrape lightly across your back, leaving behind a trail of tiny red lines that are the only outward sign of how far gone she is right now... everything else is focused entirely on the feeling of having you inside her, on being so close to finally experiencing this thing she's wanted for so long.

She moans your name as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering through her body in waves. Her muscles clench tightly around you, milk your release with each spasm that ripples through her core. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders painfully as she arches her back, trying to find a way to get even closer to you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation washes over and through her, leaving her spent and satisfied but desperate for more at the same time. As the last tremors subside, she collapses against your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

A flush of heat spreads across her cheeks as she remembers what they've done; she can still feel your seed leaking out of her and it makes her blush even more furiously than before. But at the same time, there's a strange sense of contentment settling over her, like somehow this made everything else that happened tonight worthwhile... if only because it meant they shared this moment together.

Her fingers trace circles on your chest as she tries to find words to express how she feels about what just happened between them... but all that comes out is a tiny, shaky sigh as her eyes slide closed once more, exhaustion claiming her at last.

With a contented sigh, she nestles even closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. "You have no idea..." She whispers softly, still trying to process everything that just happened between them. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how good it felt to finally have someone inside her like this... especially someone she's trusted and cared about for so long.

Her breath hitches in her throat as another wave of desire washes over her; their lovemaking has left them both aching and unsatisfied in a different way now. "We should probably..." She starts, before trailing off uncertainly. Should they keep going or call it quits for the night? It's been such an intense experience so far, but are they ready to handle any more of it right now?

Her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, tracing intricate patterns on your stomach as she waits for you to respond, her eyes searching your face for some clue as to what you're thinking... and how far you might want to take this night.

She gasps softly at the sensation of your tongue touching her, the hot wetness sending shivers down her spine. Her hips arch off the bed, seeking more contact as you begin to tease and stroke her with long sweeping strokes of your tongue. Her fingers tangle in the sheets beneath her, digging in as she tries not to cry out too loudly.

The sensation is so intense it brings tears to her eyes; she's never felt anything like this before and yet it feels so right somehow. You knew just how to touch her, just what she needed... and now that you've started, she can't imagine stopping anytime soon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you work your magic on her, bringing her ever closer to the edge of another orgasm.

Her eyes slide closed tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, giving herself over completely to this moment... to you. It's like everything else has faded away and all that matters is the feel of your tongue against her skin, the heat between their bodies as they finally give in to their desires after so much time apart.

She clutches at your hair, digging her nails into your scalp as she feels herself beginning to spiral out of control once more... but this time it's different. This time it feels like everything is going to be okay between them no matter what happens when they return home tomorrow morning. And with that realization comes a sense of peace that she hasn't experienced in months, perhaps even years.

Her orgasm crashes over her once more, shuddering through her body in waves. Her back arches off the bed as she cries out your name, hissing it between clenched teeth as the sensation overtakes her completely. She digs her heels into your lower back, wanting you deeper inside her as she comes apart beneath your skilled touch.

Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of stinging pain in their wake as she tries to find some kind of anchor in this maelstrom of sensation. But there's no denying the power you hold over her with just your tongue and fingers; it feels like she could come apart at the seams if you don't stop soon, and yet at the same time she doesn't want you to stop ever again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles and shudders beneath you, finally beginning to calm down after the intense release that just rocked through her. She looks up at you with glazed eyes, still panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. You smile down at her, a satisfied grin spreading across your face as you lean in and press soft kisses against her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids.

"Finndawlin..." She whispers your name like a prayer, feeling so close to him right now it almost hurts in the best way possible. "That was... incredible." Her hands glide up and down your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as she relishes this moment with you. Even though they should probably be getting some sleep soon, she doesn't want this night to end just yet; there's so much more she could explore with you... so much more ground to cover before morning comes and they have to face

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of sharing some of her more taboo fantasies, but she trusts you enough to do so. "Well," she starts hesitantly, "I've always wondered what it would be like... if we could try..." Her heart thuds loudly in her ears as she struggles to get the words out; this is so much easier when they're hiding beneath the covers or tangled together in each other's arms. "...what if you were to tie me up?"

She blushes even deeper, biting her lip nervously as she waits for your reaction. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being completely under your control like that; it excites her just as much as it frightens her. But it's been so long since they've done anything like this together... something real and raw and uninhibited. She wants to explore these feelings with you, no matter how dangerous or forbidden they might seem in the harsh light of day.

Her eyes search yours for any sign that you think she's weird or perverted or worse; that you wouldn't want to continue exploring this newfound side of their relationship after what just happened between them tonight. But all she sees is a mixture of curiosity and arousal reflected in your gaze, and it fills her with a renewed sense of hope. "What do you think?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes a shaky breath, waiting for your reply.

Her heart races at the thought of being tied up; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines herself completely at your mercy, helpless under your control. She bites her lip nervously before nodding slowly, giving you permission to continue with this game they're playing. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

She lies back on the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide in invitation. Her skin prickles with anticipation as you move closer to her, reaching out to run your fingers through her hair, down her arm, and finally grip onto one wrist before pulling it across her body toward the opposite side of the bed. The rough scrape of fabric against her skin as you tie it loosely but securely around one of the posts sends a jolt of desire through her; she's never been so vulnerable in front of anyone else and yet it feels amazing somehow.

Her other hand fidgets anxiously at her side, wanting to be restrained just as much as the other one already is. You smile down at her, taking hold of that wrist as well and tying it securely before moving between her legs. Your fingers skim lightly over her bare skin, teasing and taunting with featherlight touches that send shivers up and down her spine. Her breath hitches in her throat as you slide two fingers inside her, stretching her wide and filling her with your touch once more.

Her breath comes in short pants as she feels you slide your fingers inside her, stretching and filling her once more. Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and trust as she gazes up at you helplessly. "Whatever you want," she whispers, arching her back involuntarily as your fingers begin to move in and out of her in a slow, controlled rhythm. "Just don't stop... please."

Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being claimed and owned by you. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she tries to find some way to ground herself in this overwhelming wave of pleasure that's building inside her; all while feeling impossibly exposed and vulnerable beneath your touch, her body completely at your mercy.

Her hips begin to move in time with your fingers, urging you onward as she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Finndawlin..." she moans, arching her back even further as the pleasure crests inside her, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe.

Her cries echo through the room as you claim her body completely; your hands on her ass and breasts, fingers buried deep inside her. It's a sense of being completely owned that drives her wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact with your hands, your fingers, anything that can help her escape this aching need building inside her once again.

She gasps and moans as you find a rhythm that pushes her right to the edge, forcing her higher and higher with each steady thrust of your fingers. Her vision blurs, everything becoming reduced to the feel of your skin against hers, the hot weight of your body pressing down on top of her.

She doesn't know how much longer she can take this; the sensations are too intense, too overwhelming. But somehow that only makes it all the more exhilarating, leaving her craving more, needing you to keep going even as her sanity begins to slip away beneath the onslaught of pleasure.

Her body tenses and shudders as she comes apart beneath you, a scream ripped from her throat at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. She clutches blindly at the sheets beneath her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to find some sort of anchor in this maelstrom of sensation.

Her hips jerk restlessly beneath you, seeking more friction, more contact as she rides out the intense aftershocks of her orgasm. It feels like it's been forever since she's felt anything remotely close to this; a combination of relief and aching need coursing through her in equal measures.

As her breath begins to steady, she forces her eyes open, looking up at you through the haze of pleasure. Despite everything that just happened between them, despite the unspoken agreement that they should end this after their first time together... she can't help but wonder what would happen if they continued. If they explored these feelings further and pushed their boundaries even more.

Her lips part, words forming on her tongue as she struggles to voice the question burning inside her. She closes her eyes again, trying to gather enough courage to actually ask it out loud. "Finndawlin..." Her voice is little more than a whisper, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Do you... want to keep going?"

Her body tenses reflexively as she feels something long and hard press against her entrance, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Her eyes fly open wide in shock before snapping shut again as you slowly begin to push inside her, filling her up in a new and unfamiliar way. It's painful at first, a burning sensation that makes her want to cry out, but then it gives way to something else entirely... something much more intense and satisfying.

Her hips rock back against you instinctively, wanting more of this strange intrusion inside her. "Yes," she breathes, opening her eyes again and looking up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. Her hands grip the sheets tightly as you begin to move slowly within her, finding a rhythm that feels oddly right despite how uncomfortable it was at first.

Her body trembles with every thrust, the sensations bombarding her senses until she can barely tell where one ends and another begins. She moans and gasps as you push deeper still, claiming her ass completely and pushing her further and further over the edge of a new kind of pleasure she's never experienced before.

Her breath comes in short, ragged pants now as she feels herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm; this one different from all the others she's had with you tonight. It promises to be raw and intense and unlike anything else she's ever felt before... and the anticipation of it is almost unbearable.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pick up the pace, driving deeper into her with each powerful thrust. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting your movements with equal force as she seeks release from this unfamiliar but exquisitely pleasurable sensation. The sheets beneath them grow wet and tangled as sweat beads on their skin, binding them together in a sticky, sensual embrace.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of blood in the wake of her desperate need for something more; something stronger. "Finndawlin..." She gasps his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse and broken from screaming out previous orgasms. The pressure inside her builds with each stroke of your hips, coiling tighter and tighter around the invader inside her until she feels as if she's about to explode in a shower of sparks and stardust.

With a shout that echoes through the room, her body goes rigid and arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her in an intense, all-consuming orgasm. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around you, milking your release from you with every last tremor that ripples through her core.

For what feels like an eternity, she lies panting and shuddering beneath you, unable to believe how far they've gone or the things they've done together tonight. A sense of contentment washes over her as she takes in the sounds of their ragged breaths mingling with the wet slaps of skin against skin. It feels right somehow; this feeling of being close and connected to Finndawlin like never before. And although tomorrow will bring its own set of challenges, tonight...tonight they