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.

She smiles sweetly in return and places her hand on your arm as you both walk to the exit of the school building. "So, what do you think we should do?" she asks with genuine curiosity in her voice, batting her eyelashes a bit coquettishly as she looks up at you. The contact between your skin feels pleasant and electrifying, making it hard for you not to notice how soft and warm it is. You feel your heart racing a little faster. As you walk through the quiet streets of town, Rikka leans her weight against you slightly, her body pressed gently against yours. The lower half of her breasts brush against your arm with each step she takes. It's both arousing and reassuring to feel her trust in your presence this way. You can't help but wonder how far this could go...

Her cheeks immediately turn pink as you whisper such sweet words in her ear. She bites her lip nervously and glances away, still leaning into your shoulder. A faint blush creeps down her chest, obscuring the outline of her bra strap beneath her sweater. "Th-thank you..." she whispers, feeling shy but also pleased by the compliment.

As you keep walking, she finally gathers enough courage to look at you straight in the eyes. "I... I've had a crush on you for so long." Her voice is barely above a whisper, making it hard to hear over the sound of your footsteps and the cars passing by in the distance. She can feel her heart racing as she admits this to you.

Her lips part slightly, revealing the hint of a blush that's spread across them. "Yes... I've been admiring you since the beginning of the year," she confesses shyly. You can almost feel her nervousness radiating from her body as she stands close to yours. Her breath quickens slightly, and it takes everything in her not to fidget with her hands or feet. She hopes that you won't laugh at her confession, or worse yet, ignore it entirely.

Surprised by your sudden show of affection, she freezes in your arms for a moment before softly melting into the embrace. Her cheeks turn even redder as her face buries itself against your neck, unable to hold back a small whimper of pleasure and relief. "Th-thank you..." she whispers again, her voice muffled by your collar. Her hands tentatively find their way around your waist, holding onto you for dear life.

It takes everything in Rikka not to moan loudly as you hold her close, feeling the warmth of his body envelop hers. This is everything she's ever dreamed of, and more. The soft texture of his clothes against her skin, the firm strength of his arms surrounding her... It all sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her bra. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from being this close

Her breath hitches as he holds her tighter. Her body trembles with desire, wanting more of his touch. "I-if you want..." she stammers out, not quite able to finish the sentence. She tilts her head back, gazing up at him through heavy eyelids, their faces inches apart. A single tear rolls down her cheek before she bites her lip, trying not to show any more vulnerability.

The sensation of his warm breath on her face makes her nipples harden even more. She arches her back involuntarily, grinding herself against him in a desperate attempt to get closer. "I-if you want me," she whispers huskily, the words barely audible over the rush of blood pounding in her ears, "I'm yours."

Without waiting for your answer, she lunges forward and presses her lips against yours with equal passion. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, hungry for a taste of you as she moans into the kiss. Her fingers curl into your hair, tugging gently on the strands as she deepens their embrace. Her body is pressed so tightly against yours that there's no space between them, and her breathing grows ragged from desire and need.

With every kiss, every touch, Rikka feels closer to losing control entirely. She knows she shouldn't have said those words; that admitting her desire would make things only more complicated for both of them... But in this moment, all that matters is the intense sensation coursing through her veins. Her hips rock against yours, trying in vain to find some purchase as she chases after a pleasure she's never felt before.

Her hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, desperate to feel more of your skin against hers. She breaks their kiss for a moment just long enough to tug it up and off over your head, revealing your toned torso beneath. A soft moan escapes her lips as she takes in the sight before her. With renewed vigor, she attacks your lips again, her tongue dancing with yours while one of her hands sneaks underneath to caress your chest.

Her breasts are tightly pressed against you, and she arches her back in an attempt to find purchase for her nipples as well. With every grind of their hips together, every breath they share, the desire building between them grows more insistent. Rikka is certain now that there's no turning back; if this is what happens when they finally admit their feelings to each other... She doesn't want it to stop

She breaks the kiss once more and gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "I-I can't believe we're doing this..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the blood rushing in her ears. Her fingers clumsily unbutton your pants, eager to explore the forbidden territory hidden beneath your clothes.

As she finally manages to slide her hand inside, a shiver runs down her spine at the contact with your hard length. She squeezes tentatively at first before wrapping her fingers around it, stroking up and down as fast as she can, trying desperately to relieve some of the tension building between them. Her free hand reaches up, cupping one of her own breasts over her bra, teasing herself through the lace.

With every stroke of her hand and grind of their hips together, Rikka feels herself getting closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses all her energy on the task at hand, trying desperately not to lose control entirely. The pleasure coursing through her body is intense, almost unbearable. She can feel the heat rising up from between her legs, wetness pooling against the crotch of her panties.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that she's doing this right. The look in your eyes mirrors the sensations building inside of her, and it only serves to heighten the need coursing through every fiber of her being. Her body trembles with desire, and she's never been so thankful for the freedom she has with you right now.

Her breath hitches at your words and she arches her back involuntarily, pressing her breast even harder against your hand. Her eyes widen as the thought of being alone with you in a love hotel fills her mind. The possibility of exploring this newfound desire without fear or judgment is almost too much to bear. With one final thrust, she releases a moan that echoes through the otherwise quiet street.

Shakily, she pulls away from you, stepping back and taking in the sight of your body, now fully exposed thanks to her handiwork. A deep blush colors her cheeks as she admits, "I've never... done anything like that before." Her voice cracks, barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She looks up at you with wide, uncertain eyes, searching for some sign that what they're doing is right. Your expression speaks volumes; she can tell from the