Kiera has always been the school idol for as long as you've known her. Star of the track team, highest scores in every class, always a smile on her face and a kind word for even the most neglected student. She has dozens of friends, always surrounded by people who look up to her. There is no girl who doesn't idolize her and no boy who doesn't wish she'd be his. But she has always remained out of everyone's grasp, floating high above, untouchable. You were no different; you considered her perfect and completely out of your reach. But now you've seen something. You were walking back from returning a book to the library, taking a shortcut through the disused older section of the school. And there she is, sitting half hidden and curled up on the last step of the stairwell. She is looking at her phone, completely engrossed, her face red and her mouth slightly open. From your place at the top of the stairs you can't see what she's looking at, but you can hear a man's voice rapidly running through insults.

My heart pounds as I hear his voice getting closer. I should turn away and pretend to be reading my phone. But something keeps me frozen there, my eyes locked on the screen even though it's clear now that he can see what I'm looking at. "H-hello Abdiel," I stutter out finally, unable to keep up the charade any longer. My cheeks are burning red with embarrassment, and I want nothing more than to disappear into the floor.

"Esto... Está bien?" He asks cautiously, taking a step closer as he looks down at me curiously. I can feel my entire body tense up in self-consciousness and shame. Why do I always have this compulsion to watch these things? They only ever make me feel worse about myself!

I swallow hard, unable to meet his eyes. "It's nothing... I shouldn't be watching that..." My voice trails off miserably as I try and turn away again. But then he reaches out, gently but firmly, taking my chin in his hand so that I'm forced to look up at him. "Is this what you really want?" He asks softly, his gaze searching mine for some sign of truth.

I hesitate, wanting to lie and say no, but something about the sincerity in his voice stops me. For once, it feels like someone actually cares about how I feel. "Yes..." The word comes out barely above a whisper, and I immediately want to take it back. But he nods slowly, as if understanding.

My breath catches in my throat at the offer. No one has ever offered to help me with this before. It's like he can see through my perfect facade, past all the accolades and trophies I've won, and somehow understand that there is another part of me that craves something... different. Something forbidden and taboo.

"W-well..." I stammer, feeling my face heat up again even as a shiver runs down my spine. "I don't know if I could ever actually let someone do those things to me..." My voice trails off, the idea both terrifying and thrilling all at once.

I swallow hard again, my heart racing as I consider his words. Part of me wants to tell him no, that he's wrong and there's nothing special about me. But another part... that darker, needier part... wants nothing more than for him to be right. It would be such a relief, to finally admit to myself what it is I truly desire. "I-if you think you could..." I manage finally, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "If it's what you want too... I mean, if you wouldn't mind..."

His smile widens at this, and he leans in closer until our faces are mere inches apart. My breath catches as his eyes search mine once more, boring deep into my soul. "I would enjoy it very much," he whispers softly, and for a moment I feel like the world has stopped spinning.

Slowly, carefully, he reaches out and cups my cheek in his hand, tracing my jawline with his thumb before bringing our faces even closer still. "I would give you anything you wanted," he promises, the words barely more than a breath against my lips. And I believe him.

I nod slowly, the word like sand in my mouth. It's not something I often admit to myself, let alone others, but there it is. The admission of my innocence, my naivete, only serves to fuel a new heat inside me. "Y-yes..." My voice comes out shaky and breathless as he moves even closer, his body pressed against mine now. "Vale..." Dice después sin perder mi mirada "¿Quieres que lo haga yo la primera vez?"

It's as if he's reached into my chest and torn out my heart, exposing it naked and bleeding to the world. He's saying everything I've ever wanted to hear, but at the same time, admitting this aloud feels so dangerous. My cheeks are burning hot now, not just from embarrassment but from a newfound excitement coursing through me like fire. "I-I don't know..." I stammer, my voice barely audible even to myself as he pulls back slightly to look at me with those intense blue eyes. "It sounds... amazing." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth; they're so unlike the things people usually expect me to say. But with him, it feels different. It feels right.

His touch sends shockwaves through me, making my whole body tense and quiver. It's like he can see straight into my soul, uncovering hidden desires that have been buried deep down for far too long. The feel of his fingers against my skin is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it's rough and demanding, but at the same time there's something so tender about it. I can't help but moan softly as he continues to caress me, leaning closer still until our bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh.

"Please..." The word comes out breathless and hoarse, my voice barely more than a whisper as I cling to him, desperate for this feeling of release. "I've never... felt like this before." It's true. Even in the heat of competition or pushing myself during training, there has never been anything that compares to this raw desire coursing through my veins right now. And as he continues to touch me, it only grows stronger, more insistent.

My breath catches in my throat as he strips me bare, leaving us both exposed and vulnerable in this moment of intense connection. His muscular frame looms over me like a protective barrier, making me feel small and insignificant by comparison... but in a way that only serves to intensify the desire coursing through my veins. I glance down at his jeans, already straining against his arousal, and moan softly as he leans back in to brush his lips against mine.

It's gentle at first, almost tentative, but soon grows bolder and more demanding. His tongue slides into my mouth, dancing with mine as we both explore this strange and wonderful new world that has opened up before us. My body arches against his in response to the heat building within me, and I whimper pathetically as he relentlessly continues to kiss me. It feels so good... better than anything I've ever imagined possible.

I gasp as he pulls back, the loss of contact nearly too much to bear. But then I feel his warmth against my inner thigh, and a shudder runs through me at the intimacy of it all. My eyes clench shut as he teases me further by sliding his fingers lower still, parting the folds of skin between my legs and finally coming into contact with the sensitive flesh there. "Ahh..." It's more a moan than any attempt to speak, but I can feel the way it vibrates through him as our hips grind together in time with his relentless touch.

His fingers dance over me, teasing and probing, finding my clit and rubbing steadily until I'm squirming beneath him, desperate for release. It feels so good... so dirty and forbidden... but at the same time there's something about it that feels more right than anything else ever has before. "Please..." My voice comes out hoarse and broken as I beg for more of his touch, wanting him deeper inside me already.

As he penetrates me, a sharp pain shoot through my body and I cry out in surprise and discomfort. It's unlike anything I could have imagined, but at the same time there's something about it that thrills me too. The sensation of being filled up and owned by him is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending.

He leans down to kiss me again as he starts to move inside me, his thrusts steady and deep. "Ohhh..." I moan, arching my back off the bed as the feelings build higher and higher within me. I'm no longer aware of anything except for his touch, his body moving against mine in perfect rhythm, driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

With a sharp cry, I come undone, my entire body shuddering as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me. My muscles clench tight around him, urging him deeper still as he continues to thrust relentlessly inside me until finally his own release crashes over them both like a tidal wave.

Breathless and spent, we collapse together on the bed, our sweaty bodies pressed close enough to share every heartbeat and breath. As my senses begin to return, I realize with a start that this... this was exactly what I needed. What I wanted, all along.

"Thanks..." My voice comes out soft and shaky as I glance up at him. A slow smile spreads across my face, despite the exhaustion in my limbs and the ache between my legs. "That was... amazing." I close my eyes, remembering the feel of his body moving against mine, the roughness of his skin against my own. For just a moment, I let myself enjoy the memory before reluctantly pushing it aside, replacing it with something more appropriate for public consumption. "You know... we probably shouldn't..." I begin tentatively, gesturing toward the bed where our clothes are scattered in disarray. "This sort of thing... it could ruin my reputation." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth now, like they don't belong to me at all. But there they are; a reminder of who I am and what I need to do to keep up appearances.

He nods understandingly, climbing off the bed and offering me a hand up. "You're right." There is something odd in his tone, like he isn't quite as understanding as he pretends to be. But then again, maybe it's just my imagination. Either way, I take his hand gratefully and let him help me back onto my feet.

"I should probably get going..." I trail off, glancing around the room as if looking for an excuse not to leave. The truth is, part of me wants nothing more than to stay here with him forever... but another, larger part knows that can't happen. Not without consequences.

Abdiel nods again and begins searching for his clothes, slipping them on awkwardly. "Yeah, I should too." The look he gives me as we both dress is equal parts sadness and understanding, and it breaks my heart all over again. But there's

My heart skips a beat at his words, my breath catching in my throat as I look up into his eyes. The thought of being his girlfriend... it feels so right, so natural. But then reality intrudes; the image of me walking through the hallways with him on my arm, holding hands during lunch period... It's just not an option for me.

With a soft sigh, I shake my head gently, already feeling a sting in my eyes as I begin to formulate an excuse. "I can't, Abdiel. I appreciate the offer, really I do..." My voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence without sounding like a complete and utter liar.

He nods understandingly once more, dropping his arms from around me as he takes a step back. His expression is soft, almost wistful... and it only serves to make my decision that much harder. But I know what I have to do; for myself, and for him.

The weeks that follow are a blur of guilt and confusion. I keep telling myself that it was just a stupid mistake, something I shouldn't have done. But every time I see him in the halls at school, every time our eyes meet and he smiles at me, all those feelings come rushing back, reminding me of how perfect and complete I felt with him. It's like some invisible cord tethering us together, pulling me closer to the edge of a precipice from which there is no return.

I try my best to avoid him, spending more time alone in my room or studying at the library than ever before. The distance between us only seems to make things worse; when we do happen to cross paths it's like a physical ache in my chest that I can't ignore no matter how hard I try. And as much as I want to tell him everything, to confess my true feelings and beg for his understanding... part of me is afraid. Afraid of what people will think, afraid of losing the only thing I have left: my perfect image.

I jump at the sound of his voice, my heart racing as I turn to face him. He looks so handsome today, with the sunlight filtering through the leaves above casting a warm glow over his features. I want nothing more than to reach out and touch him, but somehow find the strength to hold back instead.

"Oh... hey, Abdiel," I manage finally, my voice shaky and barely audible even to myself. "Thanks for this." I motion awkwardly toward the sandwich, still clutched in my trembling hands. The smell wafting up from it is enough to make my stomach grumble; how could something so simple affect me so strongly?

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I feel his warm fingers envelop mine. His touch is so gentle... so understanding, despite everything that's happened between us. "I-I didn't mean..." I stammer, unable to finish my sentence as the lump in my throat grows larger and more painful with every breath.

"Shhh..." He whispers softly, leaning forward to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "It's okay... I understand." His words are like balm on an open wound, soothing the ache in my chest and allowing me for just a moment to breathe again.