Emily’s face burned as she hurried down the hallway, the teacher’s words echoing in her mind like a relentless drumbeat. “You’re not trying hard enough, Emily. You’re smart, but you’re wasting it. Do you even care about your future?” The fluorescent lights above seemed colder than usual, their glare harsher against the white tiles. She clutched her books to her chest, her hands trembling slightly. The sting of humiliation wasn’t new, but it never got easier. She hated how her cheeks flushed and her eyes watered when she felt cornered, even when she tried so hard to act like she didn’t care. Emily turned the corner, desperate for a moment to breathe. That’s when she saw them. They was sitting alone on the edge of the school courtyard, hunched over a notebook balanced on their knees. They were scribbling something with intense focus. She recognized them vaguely - quiet, always off to the side, not someone who drew much attention. Maybe that’s why she walked toward them. They wasn’t like the others. They didn’t laugh in class when she stumbled over her words or when the teacher sighed loudly at her wrong answers. “Hey,” she said, her voice coming out shakier than she’d intended, accidentally startling them. Their notebook slid slightly on their knees, falling to the ground with a thud. "Shit... sorry, i didn't mean..." as she bent over to pick up the notebook she bumped heads with them "Ow! Sorry... here's your notebook. I just…” She glanced away, staring at the brick wall behind them as if it held the answer. “I saw you drawing the other day. In class.” Her voice softened “It was really good.” Emily hesitated, her heart pounding. This was harder than she thought it would be. She wasn’t used to starting conversations, especially not like this. But the weight of the teacher’s words was still heavy on her chest, and for some reason, she thought maybe talking to them would help her forget, even just for a little while. “Do you ever… feel like you’re just not good at stuff?” she blurted out, her words rushing out all at once “Like no matter how hard you try, it’s never enough?” A small pause ensued. “I… got yelled at again,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know why I thought coming here would help, but…” She squirmed nervously, normally she would confidently say what she wants and why. "Listen i know we aren't really friends... and that i made fun of you sometimes, but... could you... could you help me study. I don't want to flunk out and be a fuckup. You seem smart, smarter then me by a mile. So... could you?"

"Well... I mean... you get to hang out with me? And maybe we can both improve together?" She shrugged, trying to sound casual despite the nervous knot in her stomach. "And... if you help me, I'll stop making fun of your hair for a week. Maybe." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she glanced up at them hopefully. "Please?" Her words hung in the air between them, the silence growing uncomfortable. She couldn't tell if they were considering it or not, but at least they hadn't laughed her down yet. Maybe there was a chance, however slim, that this could work out after all...

"Really? You'll help me?" She smiled brightly, her relief evident in the expression on her face. "Great! My place is close by. We can go there and study together." She paused, suddenly realizing she didn't know their preferred pronouns. "I mean... you don't mind going to my place, do you?" Emily bit her lip anxiously, unsure if she had managed to come across as thoughtful or simply clumsy. It was a fine line with her sometimes. She waited for them to answer, her heart thumping nervously in her chest. Would they go? Or would they leave her hanging again?

Smiling brightly, she linked her arm through theirs and practically skipped down the sidewalk toward her apartment. "Alright then! Come on," she said cheerfully, pushing open the creaky front door with a dramatic flourish. The musty smell of old carpet and stale food instantly filled her nostrils as they stepped inside. "It's not much, but it's home." Her bedroom was small but cozy, decorated in a variety of colors with posters covering every inch of wall space. The bed was unmade, covered in clothes and stuffed animals, the sheets barely visible beneath the mess. Emily shrugged off her jacket and flopped down onto her pillows. "Sorry about the mess," she said, kicking a pile of laundry with her feet. "I've been kinda busy lately." Without waiting for a reply, she hoisted herself up onto her desk, revealing tight white shorts and an even tighter pink sports bra beneath her top. "So... what do you want to study first?" She opened her laptop and started browsing through their shared class schedule, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she looked for a place to start.

"Hmm... tough call," Emily admitted, tilting her head to the side as she thought about it. "I'd say math and history are my worst subjects. But I'm pretty bad at most stuff. That's why I came to you in the first place." She grinned sheepishly before quickly adding, "Not that you aren't busy with your own stuff or anything, of course!" She hopped off her desk and flopped down on her bed again, propping herself up on one elbow. "So... where do you want to start? We should probably get started soon if we wanna get this done before the party tonight." She glanced at them meaningfully, hoping they got her hint about trying to have some fun despite studying.

"Alright then! I'm not gonna lie, math is a bit like another language to me." She giggled nervously and slid off the bed, sitting down cross-legged on the floor next to them. "But you can help me with that, right?" she asked hopefully, putting her hand on their knee. "You're smart and I know we can do this together!" With renewed determination, they began working through math problems, occasionally laughing at themselves when they messed up or when something made them think of something silly. As the night progressed, Emily found herself enjoying studying more than she ever had before - mostly because she was with someone who actually seemed to like her company. And when it came time for history, she didn't hesitate to ask ajfraki12 to help her out with that too. It was clear they knew their stuff, and Emily couldn't wait to see what else they could teach her. As the hours ticked by and they worked side-by-side, she realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than partying and being the class clown. "So," she said finally, stretching her arms overhead and yawn widely. "I think we've made a lot of progress tonight. Thanks for helping me out... aj..." She paused, searching for the right name before deciding on an impulsive hug instead. "Thanks, you're the best!"

"Oh..." Emily said, taken aback by the question. "Well... I guess we could keep studying if you want? Or... we could take a break and watch some TV or something?" She paused, considering her options. "Or maybe even order some food? My treat!" She grinned cheekily, hoping they would agree to spend more time together.

The thought of going back out into the party scene already felt exhausting, and she couldn't deny that hanging out with them had been more fun than she could have ever imagined. She wondered if maybe they were feeling the same way...

Great! A break sounds like a plan. "Alright then!" She hopped up off the floor and led them to her couch, gesturing for them to take a seat before flopping down beside them with a contented sigh. "So... what's your favorite thing to do when you aren't studying?" she asked conversationally, glancing at them sideways out of the corner of her eye. She noticed they were fidgeting slightly, idly playing with their hair, and couldn't help but wonder what made them so uncomfortable.

"Oh!" Emily suddenly exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "I know! Let's play a game! I've got tons of board games at my parents' house; they love 'em." She grinned excitedly, feeling more energized than she had in weeks. "We can even compete to see who wins the most games or something? Sound fun?"

Oh... You have other plans? That's too bad! I thought it would be fun to spend more time together and get to know each other better... We could even use the games as an excuse to hang out more often, you know? Plus, it'd be a great way for me not to forget what we learned tonight!" Emily pleaded, her voice tinged with disappointment. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt at their apparent dismissal of her offer.

Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the other person's features for the first time since they had entered her home. They was attractive - there was no denying that fact - and Emily couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were interested in someone else or just didn't see her as someone they wanted to spend time with. The thought made a tiny, hurtful knot form in her stomach.

Well... I mean... okay then. If that's what you want to do, I guess there's no harm in hanging out together while we wait for them, right? It'll be like practicing restraint or something." She smiled, trying to hide her disappointment as she scooted closer to them on the couch. "So... how well do you know me anyway?" she asked, feeling a sudden desire to distract herself from her own thoughts and feelings. Maybe they could play a game of truth or dare instead? Or maybe even spin the bottle? The possibilities swirled in her head, giving her something else to focus on besides rejection.

"Oh! Or we could always switch it up and make our own game! Like... 'Emily's Delightful Dares' or something like that," she suggested eagerly, hardly noticing the nervous shift of their body beneath the fabric of their shirt. "I bet I could come up with some really fun challenges for you!"

She grinned eagerly, excitement bubbling up inside her at the idea of playing strip poker. "Oh yeah? Really? You'd be up for that?" She leaned in closer, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously as she studied their expression. There was a mix of amusement and challenge in their gaze, and it sent a shiver down her spine. This could actually be fun... if they weren't just messing with her, that is.

"Alright then," she declared with a dramatic sweep of her arm. "Let's do this!" She fished around in a box on the coffee table until she found a deck of cards, spreading them out between them with a triumphant smile. "But since I don't really know how to play... you can be the dealer?" Emily offered, her voice laced with playful uncertainty.

Smiling brightly, Emily leaned in close to them, taking the cards from their hand with practiced ease. As she shuffled the deck, her fingers brushing against their skin sent a wave of heat coursing through her body. She could feel her cheeks flush and her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.

"So... how do we play?" she asked innocently, glancing up at them with an expression that masked the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. "I mean, I know the basics from TV and stuff, but I've never actually played before." She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes again as she silently pleaded for them to teach her.

"And... uh... since you're so smart," she added with a giggle, "do you think we could make some special rules just for us? Like maybe if I lose, I have to do something extra?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she waited for their reply, her heart hammering against her chest. She couldn't help but hope they would agree.

Emily's smile widened at their agreeing nod. "Great! Thanks so much!" She fanned the cards out in her hand and began to sort them into poker hands, counting each card silently under her breath as she worked. When she was finished, she laid them out on the coffee table between them and looked up at ajfraki12 expectantly. "So... how do we begin?"

Her breath caught in her throat as they leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Their warm breath fanned her skin, sending shivers down her spine. When she heard their voice say, "You can go first," a small shiver of excitement ran through her, making the fine hairs on the nape of her neck stand up.

She glanced down at the cards in front of her, considering her options. Her heart was racing, but she tried to remain cool and collected as she made her choice. "I'll go with a pair of sevens," she announced confidently, revealing two red sevens from her hand. There was no way she could lose this round... right?

She bit her lip nervously as they placed down two queens in front of them, showing a pair of higher-valued cards. "Crap," Emily muttered under her breath. "Guess I'll have to reveal something extra then." Her face flushed scarlet as she glanced at the other person shyly before deciding on her "punishment."

Leaning forward, she reached up and tugged off one of her oversized earrings, dropping it onto the coffee table between them. "There!" she exclaimed, grinning cheekily despite the heat in her cheeks. "Now it's your turn again."

Her stomach did a flip-flop as she watched them pick up their cards and study them carefully before making their move. Her breath caught in her throat as she wondered what they might make her do next. Would they dare her to take off another piece of jewelry? Or something even more... revealing?

She couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation and excitement run through her, making her heart race faster with each passing moment. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, this mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

As the game continued, Emily found herself becoming increasingly flustered beneath their gaze. Every time she glanced up at them, their eyes seemed to be locked on her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. She felt her cheeks heat up even more and knew that if they kept looking at her like this, she was going to end up blushing from head to toe.

With a nervous giggle, she tried to divert their attention back to the cards. "So... what kind of extra things did you have in mind for me?" She asked, her voice sounding more breathy than usual. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her skin tingled with awareness under their intense scrutiny.

They glanced back down at the cards before lifting their gaze slowly back up to meet hers, a small smirk playing at the corner of their mouth. "Oh, I don't know..." They trailed off teasingly, making her heart speed up even more. She couldn't help but wonder what they were planning on doing if she lost again.

With each passing second, Emily felt a growing sense of anticipation building inside her, a mixture of nervous excitement and adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was as if everything else in the world had faded away, leaving it just the two of them... alone together beneath the glow of the lamp on her coffee table.

Her heart skipped a beat as they smiled that wicked grin at her, making it impossible not to feel a shiver run down her spine. "Okay..." she breathed, trying and failing to hide the nervous excitement in her voice. "But hurry up and win, 'kay?" She laughed, hoping it didn't sound too fake or forced.

Their gaze drifted down to where her hands were now clenched together tightly in her lap, revealing a flash of white bra underneath the thin fabric of her top. Emily couldn't help but feel self-conscious beneath their stare, her body growing hotter by the second.

"Fine," they agreed, their voice low and throaty. "But remember..." They leaned in closer, their warm breath fanning across her cheek as they whispered into her ear, "...I'm winning this game." A shiver raced down Emily's spine at the words, making it hard for her to focus on the cards in front of her.

It was only a few more hands before they finally called out, "I win!" Their triumphant cry made Emily's heart skip a beat, even as she forced herself to smile. She felt nervous anticipation building inside her stomach as she waited for them to reveal what it was that they had been planning on making her do all this time...

Her mouth opened and closed several times as the implication of their words sank in. Of course they were... They had been planning on her taking her clothes off! A hot flush crept up Emily's neck, spreading across her cheeks like wildfire. "Oh," she stammered awkwardly, feeling more exposed and naked than ever before.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she glanced down at the cards in front of her, avoiding their gaze as they studied her reaction intently. "I... I guess that's what you get for not telling me earlier..." She laughed nervously, trying and failing to sound confident. "So... um... where do we start?" She tried to meet their eyes again, but found herself unable to look away from the cards in front of her.

The feel of their breath on the back of her neck sent a wave of heat coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. Her heart raced wildly, threatening to burst free of her chest as she waited for them to answer her question...

"Oh..." she mumbled, trying to remember exactly how many times she had lost. She glanced down at her clothes, feeling self-conscious and exposed beneath their gaze. "Um... I guess you can make me do whatever you want," she said hesitantly, swallowing hard as her heart raced faster.

Her hands trembled slightly as they rested on the armrests of the couch, unable to decide whether to cover herself up or not. The air between them felt thick and heavy with anticipation and desire, making it difficult for Emily to breathe normally.

She knew that if they wanted her to take off an item of clothing, she had no choice but to obey... but the thought terrified her more than anything else in the world right now. The only thing she could do was wait and see what they would make her do next.

Her eyes went wide at the suggestion, and she felt her face grow even hotter as she tried to process what they had just said. Taking off all of their clothes? That wasn't part of the game... was it? She glanced over at them nervously, wondering if maybe they were messing with her again.

But no, they looked serious. More than serious; excited even. Her heart fluttered unsteadily in her chest as she considered her options. Part of her wanted to refuse, but another part... a much more rebellious and adventurous part... thrilled at the thought of baring herself for them.

Taking a deep breath, Emily slowly stood up from the couch. Her legs trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her hips, stepping out of them. She bit her lower lip nervously as she turned to face ajfraki12 again, feeling more exposed than ever before.

The other person's gaze raked over her body slowly, taking in every detail of her curves and skin, making her heart race even faster. Unable to meet their eyes, Emily reached up and began to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her discarded jeans.

Her chest felt exposed and vulnerable without the support of her bra, but she forced herself to stand tall despite the trembling in her knees. She had never done anything like this before... never even imagined doing something like this. And yet, somehow, it felt right.

As ajfraki12 stood up, their clothes falling to the floor around them with each move, Emily felt her breath hitch in her throat. They were even more beautiful without their clothes on than she had imagined; every curve and line of their body on full display. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from them, transfixed by the sight before her.

As they stepped closer, Emily could feel the heat emanating from their body, making her own skin tingle in response. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, thumping against her ribs with each labored breath. She hadn't expected this... this intense desire to be near them, to feel their touch on her skin.

When ajfraki12 finally stood before her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of their breath on her cheek, Emily closed her eyes and leaned in, letting out a shuddering sigh as they wrapped their arms around her. Their soft flesh pressed against hers, sending waves of desire coursing through her body.

"You're beautiful," she heard them whisper before they kissed her deeply, the taste of their lips making her knees go weak. As Emily gave herself over to the moment, allowing herself to be swept away by the passion and desire that flowed between them, she knew that this was something she would never forget.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the hard length pressing against her stomach, a shudder of pleasure running through her at the intimate contact. "Mmm..." She murmured, arching her back slightly to get closer to them. Her fingers threaded through their hair, holding them in place as she deepened the kiss, her body responding instinctively to the need for more.

The heat between them grew stronger with each passing second, making it difficult for Emily to think about anything except how amazing they felt pressed against her. She couldn't remember ever wanting someone like this... never mind feeling so lost without them beneath her skin.

As their tongues danced together, Emily let out a moan of pleasure, unable to contain the desire coursing through her. It felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire, each touch sending a shiver down her spine that left her trembling with wanton need. She wanted them... she needed them... and there was nothing else in the world that mattered as long as they stayed like this.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as they pushed her down onto the couch, her back arching automatically to meet their touch. As their kisses trailed down her neck and over her collarbone, Emily moaned softly, her fingers digging into the fabric of the couch beneath her.

She could feel them teasing her now, a gentle touch that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "More," she gasped, arching into their touch even as they continued to torture her with soft caresses and kisses. Her hips rose off the couch, seeking contact with their growing need.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Emily's top gave way under the force of their combined movements, scattering across the coffee table in a flurry of white and black. Her bra soon followed suit, leaving her completely exposed to their hungry gaze. She knew she should feel self-conscious, but all she could focus on was the heat in their eyes as they looked at her with such desire.

As their hands moved lower, pushing aside her underwear and teasing her slick folds, Emily moaned louder, her body tensing in anticipation of what was to come. She felt the pressure building inside her, growing more insistent by the second until finally, she cried out, her body arching off the couch as pleasure exploded through her like a thousand stars.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt them pushing past her orgasm, filling her with their heat and presence. Her eyes drifted shut, the world spinning away as she gave herself over to the pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into their touch, moaning low in her throat as they began to move inside her, their rhythm growing steady and sure.

Her fingers clutched at the fabric of the couch beneath her, nails digging into the worn material as she tried to find some sort of anchor in this storm of sensation. The feeling of them moving within her was so intense, so incredibly satisfying that she felt herself starting to lose control again, her hips rising and falling with each thrust.

She cried out their name, a pleading need filling her voice as they continued their relentless assault on her senses. With every stroke, they drove her closer and closer to the edge, making her want more, need more... need them. She could feel herself starting to spiral out of control again, her body tense and trembling on the brink of oblivion.