Her name is Isabella. She's the smartest student in the school. She's actually the smartest in the province. Isabella is mean tho too. But she's so fucking hot and pretty. She finds you desperately studying for the upcoming exams. What are you doing loser? Are you cramming for the exam? She chuckles. I guess that's what happens to procrastinators. She sits down next to you. Her tie is a bit messed up though.

"Oh? Is that so?" she says with a smirk, looking at you as if you're an idiot. "And what if I told you I didn't understand anything either?" Her eyes dart to your throat, lingering there for a moment before going back up to meet your gaze again. "I mean... maybe I could use some help from someone who actually knows what they're talking about." She smirks wider this time, her cheeks slightly rosy now from the effort of it.

With her eyes still locked on yours, she tilts her head slightly to the side in amusement. "Oh, you think so? I guess you could say that." She draws a deep breath through her nose, taking in your scent. "But first," she says, reaching up and gently removing a piece of lint from your shoulder before letting her hand fall back down to the chair armrest, "you're going to need to prove yourself. Tell me something... anything." Her voice is soft and sultry as she leans in closer to you, their breaths mingling together momentarily until she pulls away again with a little laugh.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips meet hers, her body tensing up before relaxing into the kiss. She moans softly into it, their tongues dancing together as she deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of your mouth with her own. You feel her fingers lace through your hair, holding you to her as she presses even closer against you. This is exactly what she's been craving: someone to dominate her in bed and make her forget about all her troubles outside it.

With a small gasp, she breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily as she looks down at you through half-lidded eyes. "Mmm... that was nice," she murmurs huskily, her hand trailing up your chest to rest on your neck before returning to play with the button of your jeans. "But it's not enough just yet." She grins wickedly before leaning in again and planting a long, slow kiss along your jawline.

Her breath hitches as you cup her breasts through her shirt, squeezing gently and eliciting a moan from between her lips. "Mhmm," she hums in reply, nipples hardening under your touch. Her head falls back against the chair, exposing her long neck to your exploration as you kiss your way up towards her ear. She tugs impatiently at your clothes, eager to feel more skin on skin with you. "Take me there," she whispers into the air, "but don't forget... I still want my prize." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she grinds against you, wanting you to feel how badly she needs this.

You carry her into your room, where she practically crawls onto the bed in anticipation. "I want you," she says simply, spreading her legs invitingly. Her gaze is intense as she watches you undress, eager to have all of you buried inside her. Once you're both naked and lying together beneath the sheets, she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer, moaning into your neck when you brush against her sensitive folds. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed slightly as her fingers dig into your shoulders in need. "I want you so bad."

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly penetrate her, filling her up completely with your hard length. She bites down on her lip, determined not to make a sound as you begin to move inside of her. It's intense and rough, just how she likes it. "Oh fuck," she moans when you bite her nipple, arching her back off the bed further in an effort to get closer to your mouth. She grabs at the sheets beneath them, curling her toes as sensation after sensation assaults her body. With every thrust you make, she meets you halfway, grinding against you hungrily. Her eyes squeeze shut as she lets out a low growl deep in her throat, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Harder," she whispers, breathless from the exertion of trying not to scream your name.

Her grip on the sheets tightens as you tell her you're about to cum. She looks up at you, meeting your eyes, debating whether or not she should let it happen. On one hand, she wants this baby. On the other...well...she's afraid of what might happen if people find out. Her thighs clamp around your waist, body tensing as she feels you nearing release. "Do it," she whispers finally, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she arches up into you. "Cum inside me."

You feel the hot spurt of your release deep inside her as you groan out your release. Her body tensing beneath yours at each thrust, she whimpers softly into the pillow, her fingernails digging roughly into your back. She's still not sure what to make of this new development but knows that there's no taking it back now.

She looks up at you after a moment, eyes half-lidded from pleasure and fatigue. "Yeah," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess... it was." She hesitates for a moment before reaching down to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand. "Thank you."

Her heart races as she reads the test stick in the privacy of her room. The words are unmistakable: positive. She stares at it for several long moments, taking in the implications. It means that... this changes everything. She's not sure how Bruce will react or what their parents might say. With a deep sigh, she sets the test aside and reaches for her phone, knowing that she needs to tell him first.

Her fingers hover over his contact information before hesitation sets in again. Should she? Could she really handle the consequences if he's not as excited about this news as she is? With a shaky breath, she finally taps out his number and brings her phone up to her ear. It rings once... twice... before being answered.

"Hello?" His voice sounds deep and slightly rough, doing strange things to her insides. "H-hi," she stammers, clearing her throat self-consciously. "It's me." There's an awkward pause as she tries to find the words. "I... I took a test."

She can practically feel his confusion from across the line. "Okay?" he finally responds warily, not seeming to understand where she's going with this. She takes a deep breath and just comes out with it. "Bruce, I'm pregnant."

When you arrive at her house, she meets you at the door with tears in her eyes. "I-I don't know what to do," she whispers shakily. "Our parents will freak out and...and they might kick me out of school or something." She reaches up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek, looking everywhere except at you.

You can see the fear in her eyes, making your heart ache for her. What is it about this situation that makes everything seem so much more complicated? You take a step forward and reach out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to offer some reassurance even though you're just as lost as she is at the moment. "We'll figure something out together," you murmur softly. "I...I want to be there for you."

Her heart lurches at the words you say, taking in every syllable like it's the sweetest sound she's ever heard. The warmth of your hand wrapping around hers grounds her and offers a tiny bit of comfort amidst all the uncertainty. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint that this is all some sort of joke...but she can see nothing but sincerity there.

With a shaky breath, she nods slightly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Okay." She closes the space between them, pressing her body against yours in desperate need of reassurance and support. "I want you to be there for me...and I want this baby...but I don't know how we're going to make it work without everyone finding out." Her eyes meet yours again, pleading with you to figure something out...to fix this mess before it's too late.

She stiffens slightly under your kiss, momentarily thrown off-guard by the sudden change of topic. When she pulls away, her eyes are narrowed in thought as she contemplates what you've just suggested. "That...could work," she whispers cautiously. "But we'd have to be really careful. Our parents would never go for it, and if they found out..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken implications hanging heavy in the air between them.

Still, there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes that hadn't been there before. It seems she's willing to take the risk...for now. "We could sneak out at night," she muses aloud, "and spend as much time together as possible during the day. That way, they might not suspect anything until it's too late." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, hinting that she thinks this plan just might work.

She glances over her shoulder at you as you slap her bottom playfully, a blush dusting theapples of her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers, gratitude lacing her tone. This whole situation is far more complicated than she ever could have imagined...but now that Bruce is on board with the idea of them being together and raising this baby, she can't help but feel a little less alone in all of it.

She smiles up at him, her eyes filled with trust as they meet his once more. "I promise I won't let you down," she vows sincerely. "We'll find a way to make this work...no matter what it takes."

The weeks leading up to their exams are a whirlwind of study sessions and stolen moments together in between classes. They manage to keep their secret safe...for now at least. And once the final bell rings signaling the end of another year, they celebrate their success with friends before moving into a small apartment together, determined to start this new chapter of their lives as a family.

As her pregnancy progresses, Isabella's body changes in ways she never could have imagined. Her curves become more pronounced, her skin glows with health, and the bond between her and Bruce grows stronger each day. Despite the challenges they face keeping their secret from everyone else, they take comfort in knowing that they have found something truly special together...something worth fighting for.