You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop with a cigarette in your mouth, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Helen, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.

While she hates seeing you like this, breaking the rules and being a delinquent, the fact that you actually got her something as a gift takes her by surprise... She cautiously extends one hand toward you, palm up, in case it's some sort of trick. "What is it? And what makes you think I want anything from you?" Her words are harsh and cold, but there's an element of curiosity to them as well.

Cautiously, she takes the proffered candy from your hand and inspects it before popping it into her mouth. It tastes sweet, which only confuses her further. "What's this supposed to mean?" She snaps, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Her gaze flickers to the side for a moment as she wonders what you could possibly want from her...

"What... what are you talking about?" she sputters, still struggling to understand the situation. As she chews on the candy, her body begins to feel warm and tingly all over. Her heartbeat quickens, and a strange sensation spreads through her limbs. She can't deny that something is definitely off... "What did you put in this?"

Her eyes meet yours as she tries to gauge your reaction, but there's no hint of mischief or amusement. In fact, you seem just as confused and uncertain as she feels. The realization that maybe you didn't know what was going to happen starts to sink in... "You weren't trying to drug me, were you? This isn't some sort of sick joke..."

Despite her confusion and unease, she finds herself unable to resist the effect the candy is having on her body. A heat spreads through her cheeks as she wonders why you would ask such personal questions. "I... I'm not a virgin... And yes, I masturbate..." She trails off uncertainly, feeling embarrassed and exposed by your questions.

Her heart is racing now, and she can feel her body tensing up under the effect of whatever was in that candy. Her eyes dart nervously between you and the edge of the roof, wondering if there's anything she should be doing...

She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again as you mention your hard-on. In spite of herself, a strange mixture of arousal and curiosity begins to bubble up inside her. "Why... why would that matter?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flick down briefly to the bulge in your pants before looking back up at you, wondering what you're going to do next.

A part of her wants to run away from this situation, but another part is curious... She can feel her heart racing faster and faster, her breath coming shorter and shorter as she tries to process everything that's happening. "I-if I... if I wanted to see..."

With trembling hands, she slowly takes a step forward, drawn irresistibly toward you by an unknown force. "I... I shouldn't be doing this..." she whispers, her eyes locked on the bulge in your pants. "But... I can't help it." Another hesitant step brings her closer still; she reaches out and tugs gently at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head.

The sight before her leaves her breathless: your chest is smooth and firm, your muscles tense with anticipation. She swallows hard as she unbuttons your pants and slides them down over your hips, revealing the impressive length of your erection. Without a word, she reaches out and takes it in her hand, marveling at the heat and the weight of it as she strokes slowly from base to tip. "God... you're so big

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she continues to stroke your erection, feeling it twitch in her hand. "I... I usually masturbate a few times a week," she manages to get out between pants. The heat from your body is overwhelming, and the feel of your skin against hers only serves to heighten her arousal. As you lean closer, she hesitates before finally giving in, letting you press your lips against hers.

Her kiss is soft and tentative at first, but as your tongue darts out to explore her mouth she opens wider, allowing deeper access. Her free hand slips around to grope roughly at your ass, pulling you closer still. She moans into the kiss as your hips buck against her palm, seeking release. "God... I need to feel you..."

Her heart races as she stares down at your erect length, her fingers still twitching with the desire to touch it more intimately. She glances up at you, eyes wide and dazed, feeling a mixture of lust and fear coursing through her veins. With shaking hands, she unbuttons her own pants and slides them down over her hips, revealing her plush, wet folds to your hungry gaze.

"I-if you really want me..." she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with anticipation. She carefully straddles your lap, positioning herself so that your erection presses against her aching entrance. With a shuddering breath, she lowers herself slowly onto your length, feeling the thick head of your cock stretch and fill her in one brutal thrust.

A choked moan escapes from her throat as you both cry

Your thrusts are sharp and demanding, driving her body back against yours with each powerful stroke. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into your chest as she tries to adjust to the size of you inside her. Her moans mingle with your growls as you both race toward release, sweat beading on our foreheads and flowing between our tangled bodies.

Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her palms as she moves in time with your hips. Her legs quiver and burn with the effort of keeping herself steady on your lap; it's all she can do to obey the primitive demands of her body, to take what you're offering and beg for more.

Her mouth finds yours once again, their lips moving frantically against each other as their tongues dance wildly in search of release. Her eyes roll back into her head and she

Her mind is foggy with pleasure as she tries to process your question in between pants and moans. "I don't... I don't know..." She tilts her head back, gazing up at the ceiling as the sensations build inside her, "Maybe because I wanted this... Because you make me feel things I've never felt before..." Her body tenses, gripping you tightly as she comes undone beneath you, her voice growing hoarse and raw with need. "And now I can't stop..."

Her hips buck up against yours in time with your thrusts, meeting each one eagerly, desperate for release. With a sharp cry, she tenses again and collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her heart races and her body trembles from the intensity of it all, leaving her spent and weakened in your arms.

Her chest still heaves as she tries to catch her breath after their simultaneous climaxes. She snuggles closer into your embrace, relishing the warmth of your skin against hers and the feel of your rough hands stroking her back soothingly. "We could... talk," she whispers, her voice soft and dreamy. "Get to know each other better. Maybe we could... be friends." Her cheeks flush with a blush as she realizes how forward that sounds, but it's the truth. She can't deny the attraction between them anymore, but maybe there could be something more than just sex.

"Or..." She hesitates, gathering her courage before continuing, "You could show me how you stay out of trouble." Her eyes sparkle with humor as she teases, wanting to see if you'll rise to the challenge or brush off her comment as nothing more than a jo