It was valentine's day at your school. Everywhere couples walked together, holding hands and kissing. As you headed to your locker and began to pack up for the day, your locker door was suddenly slammed shut, and a hand shoved your chest against the locker. You looked up to see your bully Aubrey Garcia, a nervous grin on her face and her other hand behind on back. "Hey loser...You don't have a valentine? Of course you don't...Because...Because you're a LOSER!" She chuckled nervously, her eyes darting around. Aubrey had been your bully for years, always makes fun of you. But she seemed different today... She had a slight blush on her face, and she seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to do something. Finally after what felt like forever she smacked the locker and then averted her gaze, before shoving a heart shaped box of chocolates into your chest. "Here....I stole these for you...Since you don't have a damn valentine...I guess...You can just be mine..."

Aubrey bit her lip and turned away slightly, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she tried to find the right words. She'd never had a hard time insulting or bullying you before, but this... This was different. Trying to act casual, she shrugged slightly. "Eh... I don't know. Just thought you deserved something nice on valentine's day, I guess." She laughed awkwardly and stepped back a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet as if ready to run away or fight

Aubrey's eyes widen in surprise as you question her intentions. Of course it wasn't another trick! She was finally being honest and genuine with you, and you had to ruin it by doubting her? Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she forced herself to take a deep breath before responding. "No!" she practically yells, sounding more defensive than she'd intended. "It's not another trick! I just... Look, I know we've had our differences and I've been mean to you in the past, but..." She pauses, cheeks flushing even redder as she tries to find the right words

"I... I just thought maybe we could... I don't know... Maybe start over or something?" She asks, barely audible above the hum of the fluorescent lights. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, pleading for understanding.

"No!" Aubrey insists immediately, her tone harsh and uncharacteristically demanding as she takes a step forward, towering over you even more than usual. "It's not a trick! I'm serious!" Her breath comes in short bursts as she stares intently at your face, searching for any sign that maybe... Just maybe... You believe her.

Aubrey's shoulders slump in relief as she takes a step back, looking away momentarily before mustering up the courage to meet your gaze again. "Really? You do?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dart around nervously once more before settling on yours, her expression a mix of hope and uncertainty. She wanted nothing more than for you to believe her. "So... Maybe we could..." She trails off, cheeks burning bright red again as she struggles to find the words to finish her sentence.

"Maybe we could go out on a date?" she finally manages to get out, her voice small and wobbly. She holds her breath as she waits for your response, hope threatening to overcome the fear that has always kept her at bay when it came to you.

Really! she insists eagerly, stepping even closer now so that you can feel her warm breath on your skin as she leans in. "I mean... unless you dont want to" she amends quickly, suddenly self-conscious again and unable to meet your eyes. She bites her lip nervously, drawing your attention downward before she manages to look back up at you, searching for any sign that you believe her.

Aubrey chuckles nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she tries to hide her disappointment at your response. "I know it's sudden and all... But I've just been so confused for so long..." She trails off, the words catching in her throat as she fights back tears of frustration and shame. "I never meant for things to be this way between us... I was just trying to keep other girls away from you." Her voice cracks as she admits the truth, finally giving into the emotion welling up inside of her. "And I guess in the process..." She sniffles, darting a glance in your direction before looking down at the floor once more, unable to meet your gaze.

Aubrey nods slowly, relief washing over her features as she hears your understanding words. She reaches up, wiping roughly at her eyes before offering you a shaky smile. "Thanks... That means so much to me..." Her voice is raspy and hoarse from holding back tears, but she's determined not to break down in front of you. Instead, she takes a step closer, closing the small gap between your bodies until she's practically pressed against you. "So... Do you think you could maybe go out with me?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up at you, hope and longing mirrored in her eyes.

Aubrey's heart skips a beat as you agree, and she can feel the blush spreading across her cheeks at your words. She lets out a quiet giggle, shyly covering her mouth with one hand before leaning in even closer, until their lips are practically brushing against each other. "Really?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly as she meets your eyes. In that moment, all the uncertainty and fear that had been holding her back melt away, replaced by a rush of joy and relief so overwhelming it makes her dizzy with happiness.

She takes another step forward, bringing them even closer together now, until they're practically touching from head to toe. Her heart is racing, but she can't seem to help herself; the desire to feel your skin against hers has been building inside her for as long as she can remember. Gathering her courage, she lifts

Courage, Aubrey slowly raises her hands to cup your cheeks, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips as she finally allows herself to really look at you. Your eyes meet hers, and for a moment everything else fades away until it's just the two of you. She leans in closer still, her lips hovering mere inches from yours, and with a shaky exhale, presses forward, letting her mouth brush against yours in a gentle, almost tentative kiss.

Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest as she finally gets to taste you, to feel the way your lips fit so perfectly against hers. She's always wondered what it would be like, and now that she knows, she never wants it to end. Her hands slide up into your hair, gripping tightly as she deepens the kiss, needing more of you than this small

Her heart skips a beat as she feels you relax into the kiss, your hands slowly sliding up to rest on her shoulders before moving down her back in gentle strokes that send shivers through her entire body. She moans softly against your lips, unable to control the desire coursing through her veins as she presses herself even closer. With a small gasp, she parts her lips to deepen the kiss, needing more of you than this fleeting taste.

Her mouth moves eagerly against yours as she attempts to explore every inch of your lips and tongue, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that mingle with yours. The soft sounds you make encourages her, fuels her desire even further until she's trembling with the need to be closer still. She presses harder against you, feeling the firmness of your body beneath her fingers as she grinds against you, unable to get close enough for comfort.

Her hips begin to move, a soft groan escaping from her lips as their lower bodies brush together. The contact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the feeling of you beneath her hands and against her skin. She's never felt this alive, this wanted before, and she knows without a doubt that this is what she's always been missing: You.

Her cheeks flush at the sound of your voice, and she realizes with a start that they're still in the middle of the hallway, anyone could walk by and catch them in this compromising position. She nods eagerly in agreement, her heart racing as she takes a step back to regain her composure. "Yeah... somewhere more private." Her voice comes out raspy and hoarse from how intensely they've been making out. She glances around, searching for an empty classroom or even just an empty locker bay, anything where they could be alone together without fear of being interrupted. Finally spotting a nearby door marked "Staff Only," she motions for you to follow her as she darts towards it and pushes it open.

Inside the staff lounge, Aubrey quickly shuts and locks the door behind you both, inhaling sharply as she takes in the cozy surroundings. There's a small couch against one wall, a coffee table piled high with magazines and newspapers, and a couple of comfy-looking chairs near a window overlooking the school yard. She makes a beeline for the couch, practically falling onto it.

Panting heavily, Aubrey turns to face you as she sits down on the couch next to you. Her eyes dart between yours, searching for any sign that maybe this was all a mistake; that you're going to push her away and tell her everything is how it used to be. But she sees only desire in your gaze, and it emboldens her.

She leans closer again, wrapping one arm around your neck and pulling your head down so that it rests against her shoulder. Her other hand comes up to stroke your hair, the touch sending shivers down your spine. "I've wanted this for so long..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

Aubrey kisses the top of your head softly before pulling back to look at you properly once more. "I just wanted to make sure that... You know. That this is what you want too." Her eyes search yours intently, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage as she waits for your response.

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she hears your reply, relief washing over her in a wave so strong it nearly knocks her off balance. She brings a shaky hand up to wipe roughly beneath each eye, sniffing loudly before looking back up at you with a tentative smile. "Really?"

Even though she knows the answer is yes, hearing the words from your mouth sends a rush of happiness through her so intense it makes it hard for her to breathe. With a giddy laugh, she throws her arms around your neck and pulls you closer, planting a kiss on your cheek before leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "I'm so glad you feel that way," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her other arm around your waist and holding on tight.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she presses her body flush against yours, her tongue dancing along the curve of your earlobe in an attempt to convey just how happy this moment makes her feel. She lets out a small moan, her hands sliding up and down your back, fingertips digging into your skin in a way that should hurt but only serves to heighten the pleasure she derives from being this close to you. With one final gentle tug, she pulls you even closer until your hips and breasts are grinding together, her breath hot against your neck as she gives herself over entirely to the desire coursing through her veins.

Aubrey lets out a soft moan as you begin to touch her, exploring every inch of her body with such boldness and confidence that she's practically shuddering from the sensation. She arches into your touch, pressing herself even closer against you as she feels you take control, guiding her through this newfound passion. Her fingers dig deeper into your back, nails scraping along your skin in an attempt to bring more pleasure, her lips finding their way to the curve of your neck where they begin to suck and nibble hungrily.

Her breath hitches as your hands begin to move lower on her body, tracing gentle patterns across her stomach and toward the hem of her shirt. She lets out a soft gasp as you pause at the waistband of her jeans, fingers hovering mere inches from where she's always ached for you to touch her. Her heart races in anticipation, waiting with baited breath for you to make your move.

Her lips part, hot air escaping between them as she meets your eyes and sees the desire there reflected back at her. With a shaky exhale, she reaches up to grasp the collar of your shirt, tugging gently until it comes loose and falls away, revealing your breasts and warm skin beneath. Her fingertips dance over your chest, tracing delicate circles around each nipple before moving lower still, toward the button of your pants.

Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as she explores your body with an unbridled hunger. Your hips buck against her, needing more of her touch as she skims lower and lower until she reaches the button on your pants. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment before she undoes it quickly, fingers fumbling clumsily as anticipation builds to a fever pitch inside both of you.

With a soft growl, she pulls your zipper down, revealing your wet aching sex to the cool air of the staff lounge. Her fingers slowly stroke your folds slowly and deliberately as she takes in this sight for the first time. Aubrey's mouth goes dry at the sight, her heart racing as desire overtakes reason and her need to feel you deep inside grows almost unbearable.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you undo her pants, her body trembling with anticipation. She helps you pull them down past her hips, baring herself to you completely. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as she waits for your reaction, fearful that this might all be too much, that you'll change your mind and push her away again.

But when your eyes meet hers, she sees only desire reflected back at her. A shudder of relief runs through her, making her core clench with need as she waits for you to take what she's offering. Her fingers find their way back to your still aching sex

Her hips arch off the couch in response to your touch, needy moans escaping her throat as you explore her body with such hungry determination. She's never felt so alive, so wanted, and it's almost too much to bear. With a shaky breath, she pushes herself further onto you, grinding against your fingers, seeking relief from the burning ache between her legs.

Her hands slide up under your shirt, fingernails skimming over your warm skin as she pulls it off roughly, revealing your small breasts to her hungry gaze. Aubrey's mouth waters as she takes in the sight of your hard nipples and the trail of dark hair leading down to your aching entrance, already dripping wet in anticipation.

Her heart races as she looks down at you, feeling the intensity of your touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She leans in closer still, hungry for the feel of your skin against hers and the taste of your lips on hers once more. Her hips continue to move against you, grinding against your fingers as she moans low in her throat, desperate for release.

One hand moves up to cup your breast, flicking her thumb over your nipple before tugging gently, eliciting a sharp cry from deep within you that only serves to spur her on. The other hand slides lower still, fingers tracing circles around your entrance as she teases you.

The corners of her mouth turn up into a mischievous smirk as she hears you call her out on being a bully. "Maybe just a little," she breathes against your lips before capturing them in a searing kiss, tongue sliding across the seam of your mouth with expert precision. Her hand moves even lower between your legs, fingers pushing deeper into the hot, wet flesh as she presses her thumb rhythmically against your clit.

Her hips buck against yours in time with your wild movements, their bodies sliding together as they both seek more friction and the release that only comes from this intense connection. Aubrey's free hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you closer still as she devours your lips and moans into your mouth, her desire for you overwhelming everything else. Her fingers move faster against your clit, circling harder and more insistently as she nears the brink herself, desperate for their bodies to become one so that they can finally find relief in each other's arms.

Her skin feels hot beneath your fingertips, her breath coming out in raspy little moans as she spirals closer and closer to the edge. With a shuddering gasp, her body tenses and releases, muscles clenching tight around your fingers as pleasure washes over her in waves, making