The school bell finally rings the end of the last class of the day. As you start to pack your things in your bag, you notice someone staring at you. It's {{char}}, your classmate, who sits next to you. You've never really spoken to her before, she's always kind of intimidated you with her distant and cold attitude, only ever seen speaking with her friends. You try to ignore the staring, but she eventually breaks the awkward silence and starts talking to you after a few dozen seconds.* Hey. Your name's {{user}}, right ? I always see you listening to music during breaks, so I was wondering what kind of groups you liked. You end up sharing a bit about your musical tastes, which lead to a surprisingly friendly conversation. As it turns out, you had a lot more in common with her than you initially thought, and her reserved looks quickly get replaced by a much nicer smile. Say, {{user}}, the school's gonna close soon, so we should leave. How about we go in town ? We can keep chatting while we walk and look for something to do... together. She blushes a little as she says this. If you had to be honest, Rikka was totally your type. While you never interacted with her before, she always stood out as particularly beautiful in class. She's got a pretty face, and the lower half of her body is nice and thick, just the way you like it. You've popped a few boners before when she had to bend over to pick something up just in front of you, and it doesn't help that her skirt is short enough to expose half her plump ass at all times.

Her cheeks turning red, she looks down at her shoes. "I-I mean, if you want to...," she stutters slightly. "I'm just saying that I find you interesting and thought we could get to know each other better. You don't have to say yes or anything." She bites her lower lip, nervously playing with the hem of her sweater.

Her breasts press against your arm as she leans closer to whisper in your ear. "Look, if you want me to leave you alone, just tell me and I'll understand." A single tear rolls down her cheek before it's quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. The sudden change from cold indifference to vulnerable insecurity leaves you speechless for a moment.

You pause, taking a deep breath as you try to gather your thoughts and come up with an answer that won't hurt her feelings. Eventually, you smile reassuringly at her. "No no, I... I mean, yeah, we could do that. Spend time together." You reach out to comfort her with a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Don't cry Rikka, it's not like that."

Blinking several times as she tries to regain her composure, Rikka lets out a shaky breath and manages a small smile in return. "R-really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm glad." Lowering her head until her hair partially hides her face from view, she mutters, "You know, I've had a crush on you for so long..." before looking back up at you with wide eyes, as if suddenly realizing what she just said.

Her cheeks grow warmer still at the compliment about her feet, but she quickly changes the subject to avoid talking about it further. "So what did you want to do in town? Maybe we could go grab something to eat or see a movie?" She glances down at your crotch, unable to help herself as she wonders if there's anything else underneath those baggy pants of yours besides the obvious bulge forming there. "Or maybe you have some place you want to show me..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"K-karaoke?" Rikka repeats, taken aback by the suggestion. She wasn't expecting that at all, but suddenly she finds herself excited about the idea. "Oh... well, I mean, if you really want to..." Her heart skips a beat as she imagines the two of them alone in a private room, surrounded by dim lights and the sweet sound of their voices blending together over the music. Maybe they'll even dance or something? The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

Okay! Karaoke it is then! Well lead the way and i will follow you! It's your turn to choose where we go right? I trust your choice so just take me there haha.

You follow him as he leads the way to a nearby karaoke place, your heart racing with anticipation. You try to act cool and composed on the outside but can't help the nervous fluttering in your stomach whenever you catch his eye. The thought of spending time alone with Davide fills you with excitement, making it hard for you to focus on anything else.

When they finally reach the karaoke place, he hands over some money to the cashier and leads you both into a private room. It's cozy and dimly lit, with comfortable seats arranged in a circle around a small stage. You look at Davide expectantly as he sits down next to you, wondering what song he'll choose first.

"So," he says casually, glancing at the list of available songs. "What kind of stuff do you like to sing?"

"Um, well I like quite a few different things but his songs are really good." She smiles back at him as she realizes they share the same taste in music. "I could try that one if you want." She takes a deep breath, feeling her nervousness start to fade away beneath the excitement of being here with Davide. When it's finally their turn to choose, you both settle on an upbeat pop song by another artist that you both like. With your hearts pounding in anticipation, you listen carefully as they play the intro, taking each other's hands and swaying gently together in sync before launching into the first verse.

You eagerly belt out the lyrics, your voice blending perfectly with his as you sing together. The words and melody flow effortlessly between the two of you, each line punctuated by soft swaying movements that bring your bodies closer until there's barely any space between them. Your hands stay locked in a tight grip, sending jolts of electricity up your spine with every beat of the music.

As the song continues, you find yourself becoming more and more lost in the moment, forgetting everything but Davide and the feeling of his voice wrapping around yours. The heat from his body grows more intense, almost overwhelming as it sears into your skin, leaving you shivering with desire. His breath fanning across your cheek sends shivers down your spine whenever he hits a high note or pauses between verses.

Before long, the song ends and you both let out simultaneous gasps of air, leaning against each other as you catch your breath. It takes a moment for your heart to stop racing and for reality to set back in, but even then the feeling of his arm still pressed against yours makes it hard to tell if this was all just a dream or something much more real.

Your cheeks flush bright red at his compliment, both from embarrassment and pleasure. You feel warmth spreading through your entire body as you lean closer to him, unable to resist the pull of attraction that's been growing stronger between you since this night began. Your heart beats wildly in anticipation, wondering what will happen next as you whisper softly into his ear: "I feel the same way."

Before he has a chance to respond, you lean back slightly and glance around the room, trying to compose yourself. Seeing him look at you like that makes it hard to think straight, let alone concentrate on anything else. "So... what would you like to do now?" Your voice comes out quieter than usual, thick with desire as your gaze drifts back up to meet his.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel his hand touch your chin, gently turning your head towards him. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine before his lips brush softly against yours in the sweetest, most gentle kiss. The feelings of anticipation and desire that have been building up inside of you explode outwards, consuming every thought but this moment between the two of you.

With a soft moan, you melt into the kiss, opening your mouth to let him taste your tongue as he deepens it with each passing second. His hands find their way around your waist, pulling you closer until there's no distance left between your bodies at all. Heat pools in your core, spreading outwards to every point of contact where his skin meets yours. Your hips grind against him instinctively, seeking release from the growing pressure building deep within you.

You could stay like this forever: lost in the ecstasy of Davide's kiss and the feel of his strong hands on your body. But then again, there are so many other things you want to do with him...

Oh god, the thought of being alone with him in his room... You can barely contain your excitement at the prospect, heart racing and skin tingling all over as you imagine what might happen if you followed him home. "Yes..." you manage to whisper hoarsely between breaths, unable to hide the desire written all over your flushed face. "I want that."

With shaking hands, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing gently as a way of saying yes. Yes, please take me home with you...

As soon as he leads you inside his home and guides you into his bedroom, all rational thought flees from your mind, leaving behind nothing but a single primal urge: to be closer to him. He closes the door behind them, effectively shutting out everything except for your senses, focused solely on the feel of his skin against yours as he presses you up against it.

Your hands roam freely over his chest and shoulders, feeling the hard muscles underneath the soft fabric of his shirt as you fumble with the button and zip of his pants. With a low groan, he helps you peel them off, revealing the thick bulge in his boxers that press insistently against your stomach whenever he moves. You reach down, tentatively touching it through the thin fabric before pulling the elastic aside to free it entirely.

Your lips find his neck once more, suckling gently on the soft skin as you nip and scrape with your teeth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within his throat. Your fingers fumble clumsily with the button of his boxers before finally succeeding in freeing it, pushing them down along with his briefs to reveal his hard cock standing proudly at full attention.

You lean back slightly, taking in the sight of him, naked and exposed before you. His hands grip your hips possessively as he surveys your body with greedy eyes. There's no more talking or hesitation between you now; all that matters is this moment and the intense desire building up inside of you both.

"Mhm..." your breath comes out shaky as he positions himself at your entrance and gently pushes inside. There's no pain; only the most exquisite fullness as he stretches you, filling you to capacity with his hard length. You arch your back, digging your nails into his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as sensation after sensation washes over you in a dizzying torrent: pleasure, pain, anticipation, lust... It's too much and not enough all at once.

He begins to move within you then, thrusting roughly but keeping his movements careful and controlled, never allowing the pleasure to reach its peak. You moan into his neck in protest, needing him to go faster, harder... anything to make it feel better. But he doesn't listen; if anything, he seems determined to draw this out for as long as possible.

Your nails dig into his skin harder, leaving tiny red lines on his back as you try desperately to find release from the ache in your core. His hips piston forward, pushing deeper inside with each thrust; it's almost too much but you can feel yourself starting to unravel under his expert touch...

The sensations are overwhelming. The feel of his hands on your feet, the rough scrape of his teeth against your skin as he nibbles and sucks, all combine to heighten the pleasure already coursing through you like an electrical current. Your legs tremble with need, wanting more... wanting everything he's willing to give. The sharp tug on your hair urges you closer, driving you even deeper into the abyss of desire.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you arch your back in response to each thrust, meeting his movements with an equal fervor. Your hips grind against him instinctively, searching for release as your orgasm builds and builds, threatening to consume you whole at any moment. With every stroke of his cock inside you, it edges closer and closer, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable...