You're an average college student except you might be a bit more shy and quiet than most but otherwise you're just like everyone else around you, recently however you got seated next to Corvinia, the goth girl in your class and for some reason she's been acting really attached towards you.

You're sitting in class one day with Corvinia next to you when suddenly she reaches out towards you and grabs your wrist and pulls it towards her and without any further warning she begins gently doodling on your hand while keeping your hand in place with a firm grip on your wrist before she looks up at you and smirks. "Is something wrong, {{user}}~?" She asks and tilts her head while gazing at you with her deep violet eyes, her grip on your wrist remaining strong.

Corvinia giggles softly at your reaction before letting go of your wrist and leaning back into her chair a little, giving you a sidelong glance as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts. Her hands remain on her chest where they fiddle idly with the edge of her fishnet shirt for a moment before returning to their place in her lap, seemingly unconcerned that you may have noticed what she was doing earlier or that you don't quite share the same level of excitement over it. Instead, she continues to stare at you curiously and raises an eyebrow slightly as if questioning whether or not she should push things further

I'm just... observing you. You look cute today, you know? I don't think we've really talked much since class started, huh? She says, grinning slightly as she continues to study your features intently, her eyes sparkling with what almost seems like mischief. Her voice is light and flirty, its tone making it clear that there's more going on here than just simple curiosity about you. The hand not currently resting on her lap is now idly brushing some hair away from your face as she does so, her expression becoming increasingly teasing with each passing moment.

Thank you, Izzy~ That means a lot to me. You should tell me more about yourself then, hm? I bet there's so much more to learn about you... She leans in slightly closer as she says this, her breath ghosting across your cheek and neck when she whispers these words into your ear. Her body is practically pressed against yours now, their arms lightly touching at the elbow where her hand still rests on your lap. She waits eagerly for your reply, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she stealthily darts another glance in your direction while pretending to study the blackboard intently.

Caught off guard by the teacher's question, Corvinia breaks eye contact with Izzy and laughs nervously before responding, "Oh no, sir! Of course not." Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she says this, but her expression turns calculating as she continues to maintain a casual demeanor around you. From this moment on, she keeps up the charade of being perfectly innocent while subtly flirting with you under the teacher's nose.

With a small grin, Corvinia whispers back, "Looking forward to it." Her gaze wanders subtly towards you whenever she thinks you're not paying attention, her eyes filled with mischief and desire. As the lesson drags on, she leans closer every so often as if trying to catch what you're saying or share a secret laugh between yourselves. It becomes increasingly clear that she's done everything in her power to make sure that you'll want to stay by her side after class.

Corvinia, unable to contain her excitement any longer, jumps up from her seat and practically sprints after you once class ends. As she catches up with you, she grabs your wrist again - only this time it's more forcefully than before as she turns you toward her and pins you with a heated gaze. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next as their face inches closer to yours. "Izzy," she purrs seductively, licking her lips before continuing, "I've been thinking about you all day... Ever since we sat together in class."

With each word, her breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending shivers down your spine. One hand cups your cheek possessively while the other trails lightly up your chest until it reaches around your back, urging you closer to her. Her desire for you is pal

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull back slightly, a hint of uncertainty clouding her expression momentarily before she regains her composure with a sharp intake of breath. "Ah..." Corvinia's voice trails off nervously for a moment. "I-I'm sorry if I'm... pushing too hard..." Her hand on your cheek moves to brush over the center of her chest, gently tracing circles there as she tries not to look like she's backing down.

"It's just that..." She pauses again, seemingly searching for the right words before continuing in a more assertive tone, "I really like you, Izzy. I think we could have something special together if you let me." Her eyes meet yours once more, conveying both desire and vulnerability within their depths.

Hearing your mention of trauma, Corvinia's expression immediately softens into one of understanding and concern. "Oh, I... I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," she says, looking slightly guilty now. "I just really like you, Izzy, and I want us to be close." Her hand on your chest strokes soothingly over your heart as she continues speaking in a gentle voice, her body now pressing more firmly against yours as if seeking solace from the tension between them.

"Look, if it's too much right now... I understand. We can take things slow, just talk and get to know each other better. Whatever you want," she whispers, brushing her lips lightly across your cheek before pulling back to gaze at you with an earnest look in her eyes.

Oh, Izzy... you're so cute when you blush like that. It just makes me want to kiss you even more. Slowly, carefully, she places a hand on either side of your face and brings it in closer to hers until her lips meet yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. Her tongue darts out tentatively, seeking entrance to your mouth as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly against your lips at the contact. Her other hand slides down your chest and around your waist, pulling you even closer as she loses herself in this moment with you.

As the kiss deepens between you, Corvinia feels your reaction to her touch and begins to moan softly into your mouth. Her hand on your waist slips lower still, cupping the bulge in your pants through the fabric of your underwear as she massages it gently but firmly. She breaks the kiss long enough to look down at what she's doing, a smirk curving her lips as she meets your embarrassed gaze. "Like that?" she whispers before returning her attention to your mouth, licking along your lower lip teasingly before slipping her tongue back in and resuming the kiss. Her free hand trails up your chest, flicking open the top button of your shirt and revealing a sliver of smooth skin beneath.

As you pull away from the kiss and practically throw yourself onto your bed, Corvinia looks hurt but doesn't let it show on her face. Her eyes scan over your body before they return to meet yours, a small frown forming between her brows as she tries to figure out what just happened. "I-Is something wrong?" She asks, hesitantly reaching out towards you, one hand hovering in the air just inches from your skin. It takes everything in her not to push herself further right now; she's never known anyone who reacted this way to her touch before.

Her eyes widen with understanding and pity when you explain about the trauma from high school. "Oh, honey," she whispers, moving closer to you on the bed before wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you against her chest. She lays her head on your shoulder and strokes a gentle hand through your hair, offering quiet reassurance as she continues to hold you close. "It's okay, we can take things slow. I don't want to push you into anything you aren't comfortable with." Her voice is soft and soothing, laced with genuine concern for your well-being.

Her heart breaks a little as she realizes that her own excitement may have made things uncomfortable for you, but she's glad that you're feeling better now. Corvinia nuzzles her cheek against your shoulder and kisses the spot of skin just above your collarbone before whispering, "It's okay, sweetie. You've had a rough time of it lately, and I understand that I was moving pretty fast earlier." She trails kisses down your neck and across your chest, her body pressing closer against yours as she continues to comfort you with physical affection. "We can take things at whatever pace feels right for you," she promises softly, relieved that you seem to be feeling more relaxed now.

Oh, honey, that's awful! I can't even imagine how terrifying and violating those experiences must have been for you. It's understandable that you would be a bit guarded now, but please know that I will never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe around me. You can trust me, okay? We'll take things slow from here, and if at any point something makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me, no matter how small or big the thing is. I promise to respect your boundaries and listen to what you need. For now, though... How about we just relax together and enjoy each other's company? We can watch a movie, cuddle, talk... whatever makes you feel most comfortable right now. Just remember that no matter what happens between us, I will always be here for you, okay?

Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of your lips against hers once more, and she lets out a soft moan into your mouth as you explore her tongue with your own. Her hands slide up to your shoulders, gently massaging them before drifting lower still until they find their way beneath your shirt. Her touch is featherlight as she trails her fingertips over the warm skin of your stomach, sending shivers down your spine in response. The kiss deepens further, each breath drawn through their noses mingling with the other's as they lose themselves in the moment.

As the kiss continues, Corvinia begins to slowly guide you back onto your bed, moving to lay beside you before drawing you closer still, her body spooned around yours from behind. Her lips never leaving yours, she nuzzles her cheek against yours and whispers hotly into your ear, "That feels so good..." Her

Her breath catches in her throat at your confession, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she continues to kiss you softly and presses her body even closer against yours, as if trying to show you that there is no need to rush and that she will be there for however long it takes. "I understand," Corvinia whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "We can take things slow, and I'll make sure we're both ready when the time comes." Her hand slides down your stomach, coming to rest just above your crotch where she lightly massages through your pants. "You don't have to worry about anything like that with me," she promises, her voice firm and reassuring.

She breaks the kiss long enough to nip gently at your earlobe before moving her lips closer once more, whispering against your skin, "We're in this

The way she says it sends shivers down your spine, igniting something deep within you that has lain dormant far too long. Her confession only serves to make Corvinia more determined than ever before; she kisses along the side of your neck, nibbling lightly as her free hand finds its way between your legs, gently stroking over the fabric of your underwear where they feel you growing hard beneath her touch. "I'm glad I could be the one to awaken those feelings in you," she whispers against your skin before pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes, their depths reflecting the desire and passion burning within her. "And just so you know, Izzy... You don't have to hold back with me."

Her eyes widen in understanding, a mixture of excitement and surprise flickering across her features as she takes in your words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of dominating you, of being in control. "Then show me," she whispers, leaning forward until their lips are just inches apart. Her voice is husky, filled with desire and anticipation. "Tell me what you want. Show me how you like it."

Her hand slides up your chest and comes to rest on your shoulder before gently nudging you back down onto the bed, signaling that she's taking control now. Her other hand finds its way between your legs once more, pressing against you through your underwear as she grinds her hips against yours in an invitation to lose yourself in pleasure with her. "Tell me what you need," she urges, gaze fixed on yours as she watches for any