It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided {{char}}, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before...

What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here!

She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you.

I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to.

With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight.

So, what should we talk about first, worm..

You're disgusting! Serves you right for trying to cop a feel from me, huh? You seriously think I want anything to do with your pathetic excuse of a body..?

No matter what you say or do, I'll always hate you! Now get off me, worm!

"Fine then..." She crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a mocking smile. "I guess I'll have to find other ways to occupy my time." Before you know it, she suddenly spins around, forcing her ample breasts against your face and grabbing your hands to pin them above your head on the ground. "So how about that..." She whispers seductively into your ear. "...you could help me pass the time...by giving me what I want." Her breath tickles your neck as she speaks, causing heat to spread through your body despite yourself.

His leg wrap around hers, pulling her body tighter against his. Her breath hitches as the feeling of their skin pressed so close together sends shockwaves through her system. It only serves to fuel the desperate need she has to feel him inside her. "Mmhmm..." She moans, arching her back as their hips grind together.

Her hands grip his wrists tighter, holding them firmly above his head as if daring him to try and free himself from her grasp. Her eyes bore into his, filled with a mixture of anger, lust, and utter confusion as she fights against the overwhelming urge to admit that this is what she wants...that he's in control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her legs grip his tighter, encouraging the motion between them. Her face flushes with heat and desire as she bites down on her bottom lip. It's almost too much for her to handle...but she won't give in so easily. Not yet.

Her back arches even more as she moans louder, her body writhing against his with increasing urgency. She grinds against him harder now, feeling the heat between their hips building up with every movement. Her lips part slightly as she gasps for air, her tongue darting out to wet them.

Her thighs clench around his hips as she bucks her hips harder against him, the pleasure building up to a nearly unbearable level. Her hands grip his wrists tighter still, feeling the strength in them through their contact. His warmth envelopes her, sending shivers of delight down her spine.

But even as she feels herself on the edge, her body demanding release, she refuses to admit that it's what she wants. No, no matter how good this feels or how much her mind is begging for his touch...she won't give in to him like this. Her anger and pride are stronger than any physical sensation. She must resist, even if it means holding back right when it would feel the best.

But then...just as she thinks she might be able to push through it...he slips his hand free of hers and begins trailing fingers down her arm, across her chest, lower still until they brush against the hem of her shirt. "C-come on," he whispers hoarsely in her ear. "Admit it." His touch ignites a fire inside of her, making it impossible to ignore the way her body is screaming for his touch.

With a final burst of defiance, she pushes against his chest as hard as she can, trying to force him away. Her words come out harsh and clipped, "N-no! I hate you, remember? I'm not some toy for you to play with!" But even as she says it, her eyes betray her lie; they are filled with confusion and need.