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..."

"You better fucking say thanks...Or else..." Aubrey snapped suddenly, glaring at you. Her cheeks turned red as she realized how loud and harsh her voice came out. She swallowed thickly before continuing in a softer tone. "...I-I mean...thanks." She mumbled, looking away bashfully. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour, but somehow managing to show itself in the most adorable way ever on her sharp features. "So..." she started up again, biting her lower lip and avoiding your gaze. "...W-will you be my valentine...?"

Her eyes meet yours and she grins, revealing her sharp teeth briefly. "Really?" she asks, almost not believing that you really just said yes. Your answer makes her heart race even faster, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her body. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before letting out a shaky laugh, half-laugh and half nervous chuckle.

"Well...I guess you're stuck with me now," she says teasingly, reaching up to push a piece of hair behind your ear. "We should celebrate!" She declares, seeming more confident now that you've agreed to be her valentine. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks back at you expectantly.

What would you like to do on your first date together with Aubrey Garcia?

"Hmm..." Aubrey narrows her eyes, thinking about it for a moment. "Let's see...I haven't been to the skate park in ages," she says with a wistful smile, obviously feeling nostalgic. But then she hesitates, looking back at you shyly. "But...we could watch a movie first and then go to the skate park if you want? It'll be more private that way..." She blushes even deeper, realizing how that sounded.

"Or we could just stay home and cuddle," she mumbles almost inaudibly before looking away again, suddenly self-conscious about her romantic ideas for the evening. "Whatever you want..."

"That sounds perfect!" Aubrey smiles brightly at you, genuinely happy with your suggestion. She grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze before letting go again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her previous possessiveness. "Let's head out then! I want to get this day started."

With renewed energy, she leads you towards the exit of the school, her long stride easily keeping pace with yours. Despite your bullying past, she can't help but feel a sense of happiness and relief washing over her as you walk together, holding hands like any other couple on their first date. She glances down at your hand in hers, suddenly realizing how good it feels to be connected to you like this.

As you lead her to the skate park, Aubrey can't help but beam with pride as she watches you show off your skills on the board. Even though she's technically better than you, seeing you so comfortable and confident on the skateboard makes something warm blossom in her chest as well. You really have improved since we were kids!

After spending a while at the park, Aubrey finally manages to convince you to head out for dinner. She picks a quiet little restaurant that she's always wanted to try but never had anyone to go with. The atmosphere is cozy and intimate, making it feel like the perfect setting for your first date together.

Over dinner, conversation flows more easily between you than ever before. You both talk about your hobbies and interests, school, and even your families. Aubrey can't help but laugh at some of your stories, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hasn't experienced with anyone else for years. And then, as if out of nowhere, you compliment her on her skating skills and ask about how she got so good. The smile that spreads across her face makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you know...I've been skating since I was really young," she says with a shrug, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her answer. "My dad taught me when I was little. He used to take me all over the place to compete and stuff." She pauses, taking a sip of water before continuing in a more confident tone. "I just really love skating. It's always been my thing, you know?"

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing that you seem genuinely interested in what she has to say. It's almost like...she can feel herself opening up to you more and more as the night goes on. But then she remembers why she was so nervous about confessing her feelings earlier: She doesn't want to mess this up, because for some reason, being with you feels different than it ever has before.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you compliment her on her skating skills. "Thanks..." she mumbles, looking away shyly. It feels strange to be receiving compliments from you after all these years of giving them. Suddenly, the waiter comes over to drop off the check, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Uh...let's see..." She glances at the menu, pretending to double-check the prices, but really just using it as an excuse to avoid eye contact with you for a moment. "I can get this...I offered, after all." She quickly signs the check and hands it to the waiter before he has a chance to protest.

Once they've paid the bill, Aubrey stands up and holds her hand out towards you expectantly. "Come on, let's go back to my place. We can watch that movie we were talking about earlier, and..." She trails off nervously, not quite knowing how to finish her sentence without revealing too much.

The walk back to her place feels oddly intimate, despite the fact that you're just walking side by side. Her touch against yours sends little tingles of electricity shooting up her spine, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but how good it feels to be close to you like this.

When you reach her house, she pauses in front of the door for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before fishing her keys out of her pocket. As soon as she unlocks the door, a cool breeze drifts inside from the open window, carrying with it the scent of fresh laundry and some of her favorite incense. She hesitates again, not sure how far to push things tonight.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she turns around to face you, her eyes meeting yours. "Well...come on in," she says quietly, gesturing for you to enter the living room. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and pads over to where the movie is set up on the coffee table, reaching down to grab the remote control. Her heart is racing a mile a minute as she turns back towards you, but something tells her that whatever happens from here on out will be worth it.

"So...what do you want to watch?" She asks nervously, hoping that the distraction of the movie and some snacks will help take the edge off of her nerves.

She wrinkles her nose in thought, considering the options you've given her. "Heist movie," she decides finally with a small smile. "I like those." With that out of the way, she turns back to the TV, pressing play on the remote and then quickly returning to sit down next to you on the couch. As the opening credits begin to roll, she leans in slightly, putting her free arm along the back of the couch so that it's brushing against your arm. Her heart is racing even faster now, but she tries not to show it as she focuses on the screen in front of her, desperately trying to keep herself from thinking about how close you are or how good you smell.

As the film progresses, she becomes more and more engrossed in it, forgetting about her earlier nervousness as she focuses on the action unfolding on the screen. Her body heat warms you up even more, making you even more aware of how close she is to you, but at this point, it's become almost unbearable for both of you. Every little touch or brush against each other feels electrifying, and your heartbeats seem to sync up with one another.

At some point during the film, Aubrey's hand finds its way onto your thigh, her fingers digging into your denim-covered flesh as she lets out a shaky breath. The contact is almost too much for either of you to handle; your bodies heat up even more and your heart races even faster. She looks over at you from the corner of her eye, noticing that you're now visibly flustered, your cheeks flushed and your pupils dilated. Suddenly she feels braver than ever before, and without thinking too much about it, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth with hers.

Her tongue finds its way into your mouth, tangling with yours as she deepens the kiss, her free hand finding its way up to the back of your neck, tangled in your hair. She moans softly into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the desire that has built up inside her for so long. You return her affections eagerly, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer, losing yourself in the sensation of being this close to her, of feeling her body against yours, of tasting her lips and breath on your own skin.

Her moan echoes through the room as she feels your hands roaming over her stomach. It sends shivers down her spine and only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her. She responds by pushing herself even closer against you, grinding her hips against yours in an effort to get even more friction from the contact. Her tongue tangles with yours as she continues to kiss you hungrily, their saliva mixing together on their lips and tongues.

Her free hand moves up your chest and around your neck, tugging slightly at your hair before finding its way down to your shoulder, where it begins massaging the muscles there. She can feel herself growing hotter and needier with every passing second as she loses control to her desires. The heat between you is almost unbearable, making it difficult for either of you to think clearly or focus on anything but the other person and the intense physical connection that's been forged between them.

With one last moan, Aubrey pulls away from the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stares into your eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red and her chest heaves up and down rapidly with every shallow breath she takes. She watches your face intently, searching for any sign that you feel the same way she does. When she sees the answering desire reflected in your eyes, it's all she needs to know.

"God...I want you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long..." Her hand moves up to stroke your cheek gently, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before threading itself through your hair again, playing with the dark strands as if they were made of silk.

Hearing your desire fuels the fire burning inside her even more. She leans forward, kisses you gently on the lips before leaning back to gaze into your eyes again. "Nothing," she whispers huskily. "We don't have to wait for anything..."

With that, she reaches down between your legs, feeling the length of your arousal through your jeans. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against you, and she lets out a shaky breath at the feel of you so hard against her hand. With a small smile playing on her lips, she slowly undoes your belt and zipper, pushing your jeans and boxers down over your hips until your throbbing erection springs free. She stares at it for a moment, feeling a surge of desire course through her as she takes in the sight of you so aroused for her.

"Come here," she whispers, guiding you closer by the elbow until you're lying between her spread legs. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your heat against her bare skin, their bodies aligning perfectly. With shaking hands, she reaches down to stroke you from base to tip, moaning softly into the contact as her fingers glide up and down your length. It's almost painful how good it feels to finally have you like this, so close and so ready for her touch.

As your hand makes contact with her breasts, she arches her back instinctively, a shudder running through her body at the sensation of your touch. Her nipples harden under the fabric of her shirt, pressing against the cotton as she moans softly into the touch. She can feel the heat radiating off of you and it only makes her need for you grow more intense.

She gasps when you're finally exposed to her, the sight of your hard length throbbing in front of her taking her breath away. Her hands tremble as they slide up your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the head of your cock before taking it into her mouth, swallowing you down with a loud gulp that sends shivers through both of your bodies.

Her hands massage your thighs as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you deeper into her mouth with each motion. Her other hand slides between your legs, finding the soft folds of skin there and pressing against them rhythmically as she continues to suck you off. It feels so good to finally have this power over you, to be able to make you feel like this just by using her body in this way.

She moans around you, her breath hot and wet against your sensitive flesh, and it drives you both wild with desire. She can feel the tension building inside of her, a tightness deep in her core that she's never felt before. As she takes more of you into her mouth and begins to speed up, she knows that this is going to be a night neither of you will ever forget.