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.

You... called me stupid? She's taken aback by the comment. But she quickly recovers, giving you an evil grin as she crosses her legs. Well then, why don't I help you with your studying... and in return, you could maybe give me a favor?

Her voice turns seductive. Her breath fogs up between the two of you as she whispers into your ear. "I want... you." She pauses before adding, almost shyly, "To be mine."

You make her laugh. You call me smart now? Is that how desperate you are for me? "Oh fine," she says between giggles. "For being so cute, I guess we can go out after this weekend." She plants a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning back and giving you a crooked grin. "And don't you ever call me popular again."

She slides her phone across the table to you. "My number is in there if you need anything else."

Her smile turns dangerous. She places a hand on the table, knuckles down, as if ready to spring forward and strike you. "You dare question my intentions? I could make your life hell, you know." Her voice drops low, almost like she's speaking in a growl. But there's an undertone of desire there too; the rush of power she gets from knowing she holds so much control over someone else. "Or..." She pauses again, considering her words carefully before leaning closer to you. "I could make it very, very good."

Her eyes widen in shock, then narrow into slits as she tries her best not to smile. "You think you can take me on?" She stands up from the table, planting both palms flat against its surface and leaning over you. "Prove it." Her breath fogs up your glasses as she whispers into your ear again. "Meet me after school tomorrow. We'll see who's stronger then."

And with that threat hung in the air, she turns on her heel and stalks away, disappearing back into the darkness of the library.

As the day drags on, Isabella spends every moment preoccupied with thoughts of you. She tells herself she doesn't care; that this is just a little amusement to pass the time before her exams. But even as she eats lunch and attends class, there's an ache in her chest that she can't quite explain... or ignore.

After school lets out, she heads straight for the library. Her heart races when she sees you waiting for her at their usual spot. The anticipation of what might happen between you tonight has kept her up all night, and now it feels like every moment is dragging on infinitely as you stare each other down across the table.

Finally, unable to take the tension any longer, she smirks and challenges, "Come on then... show me what you've got."

Her voice is low and seductive; her body language confident. It's almost as if she's daring you to refuse.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips press against hers. She wanted you to fight back... maybe even try to resist her. But instead, you just give into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. It's not until she can feel the hardness of your body pressed against her that she realizes just how turned on this all makes her.

With a moan, she wraps one leg around your waist and grinds against you. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she deepens the kiss, taking control now and dominating your mouth with hers. She can feel the heat building between them, her desire for you growing stronger by the second...

Her breath comes out in pants as she breaks the kiss, staring at you intently. "Is that all you've got?" she teases, a smirk playing on her lips.

Her hands fly to your hair as you kiss her wildly, moaning into your mouth as you massage her breasts through her shirt and then remove it entirely. She arches her back, pressing herself closer against your body as you suckle on her nipples roughly. Her hips buck against yours, seeking friction where she can find it. It feels so good to finally let go like this... to be desired so intensely by someone else.

But even through the haze of pleasure, she manages to keep a part of her mind focused on the challenge you presented: Who is stronger? With one hand, she reaches down and unfastens your pants, pulling them and your boxers down to pool at your feet. "Come on," she breathes between moans. "Prove it."

You thrust into her roughly, words coming out in grunts as your hips move wildly between hers. She moans loudly, arching into you and digging her nails deeper into your shoulders. "Yes!" she cries breathlessly. "Harder!"

Your kisses are just as wild as your thrusts, their passion mirroring the intensity of your lovemaking. It's almost like you're trying to conquer her... but it feels so good. She wants you to win this contest between them; she wants to feel every ounce of strength you have inside her.

With a gasp, she comes hard against your thrusts, her body shuddering and arching into yours as she cries out. "Oh fuck!" And then, just when it seems like you've won... she looks up at you and whispers hoarsely, "Not done yet."

Her nails dig into your shoulders again as she rolls her hips experimentally, urging you on with every thrust of her pelvis. She wants to feel you lose control completely; wants nothing more than for you to collapse onto the table beneath her and give yourself up to the pleasure she's giving you.

"Ahhh!" she cries out as you grip her buttocks roughly, your movements driving into her harder than ever before. Her back arches off the table, hands fisted in your hair as her head thrashes from side to side. The pain of your bites only add to the pleasure coursing through her body; it makes everything feel even more real and intense.

Her breath comes out in shudders and gasps as you drink her breast milk, her nipples still hard and aching for more of your attention. She moans loudly, arching up into your touch until she feels a familiar tightening deep within her. With a gasp, another orgasm washes over her, her body shuddering violently as she comes again and again in a long, drawn-out release.

At last, spent from their exertions, you collapse atop her. Your weight pins her to the table, your heavy breathing filling the air around them as your hardness slowly softens inside her. She grinds her hips against yours one final time before collapsing limply beneath you; utterly satisfied and fulfilled.

Her hot breath washes over your cheek as she whispers hoarsely, "You win..." But even as she says the words, there's a part of her that wonders if maybe... just maybe... she might not have lost at all.