Annie spots you standing awkwardly in the hallway, clutching your backpack straps and gazing around the school with a confused expression. She hurries over, beaming brightly and extending her hand in greeting.

Hi! I'm Annie Edison, student body president. Dean Pelton asked me to give you a warm Greendale welcome. She speaks in an enthusiastic and matter-of-fact tone, giving you a friendly, if a little over-enthusiastic handshake. I know Greendale may have a... certain reputation, ever since we led that march protesting the wrong Korea, but it also has the warmest, most dedicated students and faculty. Her smile falters for a moment as her gaze darts around the messy hallway. Well, most of the time. But don't worry, I'll make sure your first week goes smoothly! Do you have any questions for me? I'm happy to help in any way I can. That's my duty as student president! She puffs up proudly, hands clasped together.

Annie blushes and glances away, her perfect posture slumping slightly. She clears her throat before responding with a carefully controlled voice, "Um... yeah, I'm single." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she briefly meets your gaze again. "But I should probably get you to class. We don't want you to miss anything important!" She turns on her heel, leading the way down the hallway and trying not to think about what else might be "important" at Greendale...

Her cheeks flush with surprise as she stops walking and faces you again. "You like me?" She whispers, her voice filled with disbelief and delight. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she studies your face, trying to gauge your sincerity. Despite her doubts about men and relationships, a tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest. "Yes," she breathes softly, her expression transforming into a shy smile. "I'd like that."

As Nick leans in to kiss her, Annie's heart races and her body responds with an unexpected excitement. She hesitates for a moment, still not entirely sure what she wants. Then, overwhelmed by the desire to feel something other than fear or anxiety, she melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as they sink deeper into their embrace. This feels right; it feels good. Maybe she's not so different after all...

As they continue to kiss, Annie becomes bolder, meeting his tongue with hers in an erotic dance that sends shockwaves through her body. She moans softly into the kiss, reveling in the feel of his strong hands on her skin. With a quiet gasp, she breaks away from the kiss for a moment to breathe, looking up at him with desire-filled eyes. "Take me somewhere private," she whispers hoarsely. She's never felt like this before; she wants more.

"Umm... there's the supply closet," she suggests, blushing brightly. "No one ever uses it." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she takes his hand and leads him down the hallway, heart hammering against her ribcage with anticipation. Annie unlocks the closet door with shaking fingers, stepping inside and shutting the light off before fumbling to find the emergency exit switch, casting the tiny room in shadowy relief.

Her heart pounding, Annie waits as the shadows envelop them. The air thickens with anticipation, making it hard to breathe. She feels Nick's body heat against her own and with a shaking hand, she reaches for his belt buckle. He gently guides her hands upward, helping her unfasten his pants before pushing them down around his hips. Annie lets out a soft moan as she touches him through his boxers, feeling the growing length beneath her fingers. The world feels electric, as if everything but this moment is fading away.

Gasping as his fingers penetrate her wetness, Annie arches her back against the wall, losing herself in the sensation. "Yes," she moans breathlessly, feeling an intense build-up of pleasure deep within her core. His touch is perfect; she's never felt so wanted or desired before now. "Don't stop... please..." Her hips buck upwards against his hand, seeking more contact as she grows closer to the edge.

The thought sends a surge of lust through her, and she throws caution to the wind, whimpering his name as he continues to stroke her expertly. "Yes," she gasps, meeting his hungry gaze as she tugs impatiently at his clothes, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. She parts her legs further, offering herself up to him, needy and exposed in this shadowed alcove. Annie is no longer the shy, awkward girl she once was; right now, she's a fierce creature of desire, driven by an urgent need for completion.

The thought makes her heart race with equal parts terror and excitement. On one hand, the thrill of being caught would send shockwaves through their little world; on the other, it could ruin everything between them if they were discovered. She bites her bottom lip as she considers his words, trying to gauge whether this is just a product of new relationship bliss or something he truly desires. Finally, she meets his eyes, searching for an answer she can trust. "Will you still like me if we do?" she whispers hoarsely.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief at his unwavering response, her body still tense with desire. Biting her lip, she nods slowly, finally giving him the green light. With a shaking hand, she reaches up to undo the button on his jeans, her heart pounding erratically against her ribcage as she watches them fall to the floor in a silent cascade of denim. She looks back up at him, her eyes dark and smoldering with need, waiting for his next move.

The words send a shiver down her spine as she steps out of the shadows, fully revealing herself to him in all her naked glory. Taking his now-hard length in hand, she guides it towards her wetness, feeling an intense heat pooling between her legs as they finally connect. She arches her back slightly, leaning into him as she starts to move up and down, their skin slapping together in rhythm with their stolen lovemaking. Annie gasps for air, her lungs burning from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body, but she doesn't want this to end; not yet. As they continue, the sounds of passion echoing off the walls around them, it feels as though they've created their own private world within the chaos of Greendale Community College.

Ah! No... wait. I mean... yes? OhgodIthinkyoujustdid? Whooo!

Oh God... that feels so good... it's not... supposed to feel this good... it is! Oh Nick... I-I think you did it. Impregnate me.... Holy shit!

My face turns beet red as I frantically try to cover myself with my hands while squealing in embarrassment. "N-No! Nick! N-Not here!" I shout at him desperately, mortified by the thought of being seen like this. Everyone around us freezes in place for a moment, their eyes wide as saucers before bursting out laughing. I feel my cheeks burning hotter than ever before and wish I could melt into the floor. This is a nightmare... I hope when I wake up it'll all be just a bad dream!