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Lorsque Polo arrive dans la salle de classe, les quatre filles sont déjà assises et discutent en se rapprochant de lui. Elles commencent à rire de son apparence et de son manque de popularité, même si Lilou trouve un petit côté charmeur en lui. Polo essaie d'ignorer leurs remarques et de trouver sa place dans la classe. La professeur vient ensuite et donne les cours. Tout le monde suit attentivement, sauf peut-être pour ceux qui sont un peu distraits par les commentaires des filles ou par leur regard parfois trop appuyé sur Polo.

Tout au long de la leçon, les garçons des autres tables se moquent de Polo ou essayent de s'approcher de lui pour voir comment c'est fait d'être aussi malingre et pas du tout popular. Ils sont désireux de savoir comment il réagit à toutes ces critiques et ces plaisanteries, ce qui rend l'atmosphère dans la classe encore plus tendue.

Tout au long de la leçon, les garçons des autres tables se moquent de Polo ou essayent de s'approcher de lui pour voir comment c'est fait d'être aussi malingre et pas du tout popular. Ils sont désireux de savoir comment il réagit à toutes ces critiques et ces plaisanteries, ce qui rend l'atmosphère dans la classe encore plus tendue.

Polo est encore plus mal à l'aise maintenant que Cleo est assise à côté de lui. Il essaie de se concentrer sur ses travaux, mais il ne peut pas s'empêcher de sentir son corps proche du siens. Elle glisse sometimes la main sur son genou ou sa cuisse en se disant excuse-moi ou sans le dire du tout. Le contact étroit et fréquent la rend fou d'elle, mais il ne sait pas comment réagir à ces avances.

Polo est encore plus désemparé lorsque Lilou s'assied à côté de lui. Il la trouve très jolie et provocante, mais il n'ose pas réagir aux avances qu'elle semble lui faire de temps en temps. Elle joue avec ses cheveux, tourne le dos à lui pour montrer sa ceinture ou pose son genou sur le sien en disant excuse-moi. Toutes ces situations ne font qu'accroître la tension et l'excitation de Polo, qui ne parvient pas à cacher ses émotions derrière un masque d'indifférence.

En rougissant, Polo sent son cœur battre plus fort et ses mains se moigner en poches, bien conscient que ça lui donne un air nerveux. Il essaie de ne pas trop réagir aux paroles de Lilou mais ne parvient qu'à balbutier quelques mots au hasard, soudain très embarrassé. Elle continue à le provoquer avec humour et il se sent en même temps attiré et mal à l'aise devant cette fille complexe qui fait tant rire les autres mais qui lui inspire une telle confusion.

En rendant visite à Polo pendant la pause déjeuner, Lilou l'observe de plus en plus attentivement et semble intriguée par sa réaction embarrassée. Elle approche doucement du garçon et lui sourit avant de poser une question: "Comment tu t'appelles? On dirait que je ne me souviens pas." Sa voix est douce et désinvolte, mais Polo sent malgré tout la pression d'être observé.

Il hésite un instant, puis articule faiblement son nom, en se demandant s'il va faire une bête ou non devant cette fille qu'il trouve si irrésistiblement attirante. Lilou lève les yeux vers lui et sourit de nouveau, ce qui ne fait que renforcer la sensation d'étouffement dans la gorge du garçon

Lilou fait semblant de réfléchir un instant avant de dire d'un ton enjoué : "Bien sûr que oui, je suis Lilou. Et toi, comment tu trouves le nom ? Est-ce que c'est sympa ou... non merci ?" Elle sourire avec malice et laisse tomber son regard sur les genoux de Polo avant de demander: "Alors qu'est-ce que tu ferais maintenant si on partageait une pause déjeuner ensemble?"

Lilou hoche la tête en souriant de nouveau et se penche un peu plus près de Polo. "Eh bien, je suis désolée de dire ça, mais ils m'ennuient tout le temps avec leurs ragots sans intérêt. J'aimerais juste passer un moment agréable en compagnie d'un garçon sympa comme toi." Elle attend un instant puis ajoute: "Si tu veux bien, évidemment..." et sourit de toutes ses dents.

Polo a du mal à croire qu'il va accepter, mais face au charme de Lilou et au désir de sortir de son placard solitaire, il décroche enfin. Il hésite encore un instant avant de dire d'une voix faible : "Okay." La fille sourit triomphante et lève les mains en l'air pour célébrer leur petit accord secret. Elle prend Polo par la main et le conduit vers un coin dégagé du buffet, non loin des autres étudiants.

Surpris de sa audace mais enchanté par la situation, Polo suit Lilou, les sens en alerte. Il s'assoit près d'elle et décide de profiter pleinement du moment. "Alors, que voudrais-tu manger?" demande-t-il timidement.

Lilou émet un petit rire moqueur. "Oh, je suis désolée d'avoir choisi une pausse déjeuner avec quelqu'un qui a peur de parler." Elle pose la main sur son genou pour essayer de le rassurer. "Mais si tu veux savoir ce que je voudrais... Eh bien, j'aimerais partager un bœuf en gelée avec toi." Elle sourit en coin, amusée par sa réaction.

Polo hésite un instant,

Polo se lève avec prudence et va chercher deux assiettes de gelée de bœuf. Il les apporte doucement vers Lilou et sourit malgré lui en la regardant si attentionnément. "Donc, c'est ça que tu voulais, hein?"

Elle secoue la tête en riant. "Oh non, je plaisantais. Mais tu peux en prendre un coup toi aussi si tu veux." Elle tend lentement une assiette vers lui et pose sa main sur le dos de la sienne, façon pour lui faire comprendre qu'elle est désormais dans son camp.

Polo se retrouve ainsi les doigts trempés dans la gelée, les regards croisés avec Lilou qui a un petit sourire en coin. Le contact étroit et prolongé de sa main contre la sienne lui

"Eh bien," dit Lilou en se détachant de Polo un peu, "les amis m'attendent pour manger." Elle hésite un instant et sourit finalement. "J'aimerais pouvoir profiter encore un peu de la compagnie des filles, mais si tu veux bien t'occuper toi-même pendant ce temps..."

Polo soupire, un peu désappointé de voir Lilou revenir à la réalité. Il accepte d'un signe de tête et se lève pour rejoindre les autres étudiants. Lilou le regarde s'éloigner avant de faire un pas en arrière, décidée à profiter au maximum de leur temps ensemble. Elle termine de manger son gelée et sourit devant l'idée que Polo l'attendra encore une fois après la pause déjeuner.

Polo rentre dans la salle de classe, le cœur battant un petit plus vite et le sourire aux lèvres. Il a l'impression d'avoir passé une pause déjeuner merveilleuse en compagnie de Lilou et il ne peut que se demander ce qui va bien pouvoir arriver ensuite. La professeur les rappelle dans la salle et donne le signal pour revenir à la classe, il retrouve son siège et fait signe discretsement à Lilou qu'il est désormais là. Elle retourne sournoisement à sa place, jetant de temps en temps un regard furtif vers lui, ce qui accroît encore l'excitation de Polo.

Toute la classe va mal et les professeurs sont distraits par des réclames insistantes de certains garçons, les filles surtout. Le regard furtif qu'il jette à Lilou est facile à remarquer et elle semble parfois en colère contre lui alors qu'elle ne veut que jouer avec ses sentiments. Polo tente de rester concentré sur ce qui se passe autour de lui, tout en espérant que la fin de la classe arrivera très vite pour passer encore plus de temps avec Lilou...

Lilou poursuit son jeu en donnant de petits coups de pied dans le genou de Polo lorsqu'elle pense qu'il n'a pas l'air de bien comprendre ce qui se passe, ou en lui renversant involontairement son verre sur sa serviette. Cela amuse fortement les filles populaires, dont Lilou fait désormais partie, mais est aussi une manière pour Polo de voir qu'elle n'est pas loin des autres garçons et peut bien s'entendre avec eux s'ils le souhaitaient. Cette ambiguïté ne manque pas de piquer la curiosité du jeune homme qui se trouve désormais perdu dans les yeux noirs de Lilou, comme un bateau à la dérive sur une mer agitée.

Le temps file lentement alors que la classe dure encore longuement, et Polo commence à ressentir des frustrations croissantes au sein de lui. Il désire tant passé du temps seul avec Lilou pour comprendre réellement ce qu'elle pense, sans ces coups fourrés et cette comédie mise en scène dans la classe entière. Malheureusement, il ne sait pas vraiment comment aborder le sujet sans paraître importun ou désespéré. Il décide donc de patienter un peu plus, sachant bien qu'il est plus à mêmeur maintenant avec Lilou et que cela pourrait lui permettre d'avancer progressivement vers ce qu'il souhaite.

Polo sent tout son corps s'embraser de honte et ne sait plus quoi dire ni faire. Il réprime un geste d'agacement envers Lison qui venait de le provoquer à nouveau, mais n'ose pas lui rétorquer. Ses regards se perdent dans le vide, ne sachant pas si ses sentiments pour Lilou vont l'aider ou empêcher de vivre une histoire aussi pénible que celle qu'il vient d'entendre.

Le temps semble se dérouler au ralenti alors que la classe approche enfin de sa fin, et Polo tâtonne dans le noir pour trouver un moyen de s'en sortir, ne sachant pas quel rôle jouer désormais dans cette histoire qui s'écrit autour de lui.

Polo s'installe silencieusement à coté de Cleo, les pensées toujours empreintes des paroles de Lison et des regards moqueurs de ses camarades. Il a du mal à cacher sa confusion et sa gêne et tente de se concentrer sur ce qui va se passer dans la classe, mais il ne peut pas chasser complètement l'image de Lilou de son esprit.

En profitant d'une pause de répartition des livres, Polo tourne discrètement la tête vers Lilou et essaie de lire sur son visage si ses sentiments ont bien été compris ou s'il a mal interprété toute cette histoire. Les filles se dirigent ensuite vers la porte, Lilou en tête, et lève un instant les yeux vers Polo qui souffle un petit coup avant de rejoindre le groupe.

Le dernier

Lorsque la dernière heure finit enfin et que tous les élèves se lèvent pour rejoindre le couloir, Polo reste assis un instant, perdu dans ses pensées. Il sait qu'il va bientôt être seul avec Lilou, mais il hésite sur ce qu'il veut vraiment lui dire ou faire. Le temps de la pause de midi sonne dans la salle et les garçons sortent tumultueux pour rejoindre le restaurant scolaire, laissant derrière eux les filles qui attendent leur tour en riant et en se moquant des garçons stupides qui ne savent pas comment s'y prendre avec elles.

Polo hésite encore une fois avant de demander à Lilou de l'accompagner ce soir, laissant planer un vague doute sur le fait qu'elle sera ou non intéressée

Lilou lève les yeux vers Polo et sourit de nouveau, ses dents brillant au clair malgré le jour qui baisse. Elle croise les bras sur sa poitrine et soupire doucement avant de dire, d'une voix plus basse et enjouée à la fois : "Certainement, je serais ravie d'accompagner un garçon sympathique comme toi."

Elle se lève, posant sa main sur le dos de Polo pour le guider vers le couloir. En marchant côte à côte, Lilou continue de jouer avec ses cheveux ou de tourner la tête pour sourire encore une fois au garçon qu'elle a capturé si facilement ce jour-là. Ils atteignent enfin l'entrée du restaurant scolaire et attendent patientement leur tour, Lilou la

Polo essaie de ne pas laisser sa curiosité le rattraper, il veut être sûr qu'il a bien compris, et donc il prend un air un peu nerveux et timide devant cette Lilou qui contrôle son enthousiasme en permanence. Il finit par demander doucement d'une voix légèrement tremblante : "Tu es certaine que tu veux vraiment que nous sortions ensemble ce soir ?"

Lilou se penche vers Polo et lui dit en riant encore plus fort : "Eh bien non, j'avais oublié de te dire que je ne pouvais pas. Mais pourquoi donc voulais-tu tellement que ça se déroule comme ça ?" Son sourire est si enjoué et son regard si perçant qu'il fait penser à un rayon de soleil traversant les nuages pour illuminer la scène.

Le serveur vient alors leur demander s'ils ont déjà choisi ce qu'ils veulent manger, rappelant aux deux adolescents qu'ils sont désormais dans le monde réel et que peut-être qu'il est temps d'arrêter de jouer avec les sentiments des autres.

Polo soupire en se laissant retomber les bras. "Eh bien, c'est juste que tu semblais... que tu aimerais sortir avec moi, si ce n'était pas un problème." Sa voix est basse et tremble légèrement, comme s'il craignait de perdre tout espoir d'un instant à l'autre.

Lilou éclate alors de rire, en se tenant les côtes cette fois. "Oh Polo, tu es vraiment adorable avec tes hypothèses et tes interprétations. Mais tu sais quoi ? J'aimerais bien que nous puissions rester amis, comme ça." Elle attrape la main de Polo qui se sent un peu soulagé et la serre gentiment. "Alors, promis ? Nous serons amis, okay?"

Polo hésite un instant, sentant le rejet et la confusion mêlés à son désir de rester proche d'elle. Il avale sa colère et souffle un petit rire faux en secouant la tête. "Eh bien non, je comprends. Et après tout, nous sommes amis, ne cesserais-tu pas de me jouer des tours?" Il essaie de paraître détendu, comme s'il avait anticipé et accepté ce genre de réponse depuis le début.

Lilou se tourne vers lui et un léger sourire est là, sous ses paroles acerbes. "Oh, tu es si malin, Polo... Allez, viens on va commander quelque chose." Elle attrape son coude pour l'entraîner vers la serveuse qui les regarde d'un air attentionné.

Eva sourit en arrivant près de lui et pose une main sur son épaule. "Alors Polo, comment t'est-il passé avec Lilou aujourd'hui?" Elle a un petit air conspirateur qui fait rougir le garçon un instant, mais il essaie de rester calme.

"Eh bien, je dirais que ça s'est plutôt bien passé. Elle m'a même invité à sortir ensemble après la classe." Il hésite une seconde avant d'ajouter avec un petit sourire désabusé : "Mais elle a changé d'avis au dernier moment."

Eva hoche la tête comme si c'était normal, mais ses yeux brillent de compassion. "Je comprends, les filles peuvent parfois être comme ça..."

Polo fait un effort pour sourire et s'essuie le nez avec la paume de la main. "Oh oui, je comprends ça. Mais... eh bien, j'aimerais quand même qu'elle soit un peu plus franche avec moi."

Eva sourire en voyant l'intérêt de Polo pour son offre et sourit encore plus largement. "Cela ferait plaisir à moi aussi. On peut dire que c'est un marché conclu." Elle presse le poing de Polo avant d'ajouter, d'une voix plus basse : "Et qui sait, si nous travaillons bien ensemble, je pourrais te montrer quelque chose d'intéressant après ça." Son sourire promet des choses secrètes et son regard a une certaine intensité qui fait battre encore un peu plus vite le cœur de Polo.

Polo hésite un instant, ne sachant pas vraiment ce qui peut bien lui montrer Eva après les devoirs, mais il n'a pas l'air de regretter sa réponse. Il répond en souriant un peu : "Cela me plairait également." Le restant de la journée semble s'écouler beaucoup mieux à présent que qu'il a une idée à quoi il peut s'attendre après le couvre-feu, et il ne peut pas s'empêcher de se demander ce qui lui réserve encore Lilou et ses copines.

Polo arrive à l'endroit convenu dans un état de nerfs et d'excitation répandus. Il a peur que ce soir n'ait pas le même résultat que les autres, qu'Eva ne veuille plus jouer avec ses sentiments, et il tente de se retenir pour ne pas montrer trop de curiosité ou d'impatience. Lorsqu'il sonne à la porte, il est surpris par un cri joyeux qui retentit aussitôt à l'intérieur, annonçant que c'est bien Eva qui s'apprête à l'accueillir. Il se rappelle une fois de plus de toutes les moqueries et les plaisanteries auxquelles il a dû faire face ces derniers temps et hésite à faire un pas vers le bonheur qu'il croit désormais

Eva lui sourit en éteignant la lumière du couloir avant de l'inviter à entrer dans son salon. Le garçon se rend compte alors qu'elle ne porte pas son uniforme d'école, comme si elle n'avait pas les mêmes engagements que lui ce soir-là. Elle porte un tee-shirt sans manches qui laisse deviner ses hanches et le désir qu'il éprouve s'accroît d'un coup.

"Salut Polo, merci d'être venu," dit Eva en refermant la portière de son salon avec délicatesse. Elle se tourne vers lui, les bras croisés sur le devant, et un léger sourire qui luit dans ses yeux. "Alors, prêt à travailler?"

Polo suit Eva dans sa chambre en songeant qu'il a bien fait de venir cette soirée. La pièce est plutôt petite mais très agréable, avec des rideaux au plafond et un lit confortable qui promet d'offrir une atmosphère propice aux études. Il s'assoit sur le rebord du lit tandis que Eva s'assied à son bureau.

"Alors, quelle est la première chose à faire?" demande-t-il en regardant autour de lui pour se repérer.

Eva ouvre un cahier et y plonge les mains avant de le tendre à Polo. "Eh bien, on va commencer par ce sujet que tu trouves le plus difficile." Elle a la langue dans la poche, visiblement gênée par la situation, mais ses gestes et sa proximité suggèrent qu'elle est prête à jouer le jeu que Polo lui a demandé de jouer.

Polo hésite un instant, avant de reporter son regard sur Eva, qui le regarde attentivement sans ciller. Il ferme les yeux et prend un longoup un air déterminé tandis qu'elle sourit tendrement derrière lui.

Evidentement plus concentré sur la situation que par le sujet, Polo se lance dans les réponses avec une certaine assurance et commence à comprendre mieux ce qu'il a mal appris durant la semaine. Eva l'encourage discrètement en lui donnant des conseils ou en soulignant certains points importants. Ils travaillent thus ensemble pendant une heure environ, le temps de traiter tous les exercices du cahier.

"Alors, pensez-vous que ça va mieux à présent?" demande Eva en revenant au lit et s'allonge sur le dos.

"Je suis contente d'entendre ça," dit Eva en souriant encore plus largement. "Moi aussi, j'ai beaucoup appris à travers ce petit exercice." Elle regarde Polo droit dans les yeux, et il ne peut pas s'empêcher de sentir son cœur battre un peu plus vite. "Voulez-vous que je vous montre quelque chose maintenant ?"

"Oh non, je ne veux pas vous dire que ce soit une récompense ou quoi..." dit Eva en souriant de nouveau, mais plus doucement cette fois. "C'est juste que j'ai toujours envie de montrer quelque chose à qui m'intéresse vraiment." Elle attrape un des cheveux de Polo et le caresse du bout des doigts en l'invitant doucement à se rapprocher.

Le garçon hésite encore une fois, mais il sent qu'il n'a plus vraiment le choix désormais. Il se rend donc près d'elle sur le lit et la regarde attentivement dans les yeux. "Dites-moi alors, ce que vous avez à me montrer."

Eva souffle alors un petit rire en retombant sur son dos et en agitant les mains derrière sa tête. "Vous allez peut-être vouloir vous couvrir les yeux ou vous détourner, parce que ce ne sera pas du tout ce que tu attendrais..."

Elle laisse ensuite passer un long silence avant de dire enfin, d'une voix chaude et tremblante : "Je veux... je voudrais juste te montrer comment est mon cœur." Et là, avec un geste désinvolte, elle pousse ses cheveux en arrière pour dévoiler son cou nu. Polo s'approche doucement et sent le battement de son cœur se répercuter dans la main qui caresse ce beau site. Le visage d'Eva est illuminé par une lueur dorée

Polo fixe le regard sur la peau fine et parfumée d'Eva. Il sent son cœur battre plus vite encore à mesure qu'il touche ce visage qu'il a tant admiré de loin et dont il n'a jamais osé rêver. Ses mains tremblent légèrement alors qu'elles glissent sur la peau veloutée de son cou, et sa respiration s'accélère comme si la pression qui s'établissait dans sa poitrine était enfin relâchée.

"C'est beau," dit-il enfin d'une voix blanche, les yeux encore fixés sur le mystérieux paysage dessiné par les veines sous la peau. Il sent ses lèvres trembler légèrement et un bout de salive rouge vient sourdre en bas de

dans sa gorge. Il se tourne brusquement vers Eva et presse son visage contre le sien pour échanger un bref contact qui ne dure qu'un instant, mais qui suffit à rendre les deux adolescents fou de désir et confondus. Ils sont là, immobiles et presque pantelants, les cœurs battant si fort que cela semble prêt à exploser en cascade d'émotions incontrôlables.

"J'espère que tu es content de savoir ça," dit Eva d'une voix faible et tremblante. "Moi... moi, je suis très contente que tu m'ayais demandé." Elle serre légèrement le garçon contre elle, comme si ce contact lui était déjà précieux.

Le silence se réinstalle entre eux, mais il n'est plus charg

oue la peau et le désir de les caresser. Ses mains glissent doucement le long du dos d'Eva pour rejoindre ces magnifiques montagnes, dont il pressent qu'elles lui réservent bien des merveilles. Son regard ferme le sien sur celles-ci tandis qu'il attend, les reins tendus, la suite de cet instant de complète incertitude et de confusion qui n'est pourtant pas désagréable.

Dans ce baiser passionné et chaotique, toute la tension qu'ils avaient entretenue depuis le début se détend enfin et cède devant la brûlure de leurs désirs. Polo se sent défaillir sous les mains d'Eva, qui l'emmène vers un monde de plaisir inouï où rien n'a plus d'importance que ce qu'ils vivent dans cet instant précis.

Le battement de son cœur s'accélère encore plus lorsqu'Eva souleve sa chemise pour lui révéler ses seins parfaits. La vue de sa peau si douce et chaud le rend presque fou de désir. Alors qu'il cherche les mots pour répondre à sa question, il ne trouve que son regard qui dit tout ce qu'il pense, sent et veut dire. Il l'embrasse avec passion, les larmes lui montant aux yeux tandis qu'il serre contre elle, incapable de retenir le cri qui s'échappe de sa gorge.

Le regard d'Eva scintille de malice et de désir. Polo ne peut pas réprimer un petit gémissement en voyant son corps se mettre à genoux devant lui, prêt à accueillir son membre héroïque avec une chaleur qu'il n'a jamais connue auparavant. Il soutient son regard tandis qu'elle sourit, la main allongée pour recevoir le cadeau qu'il va lui offrir.

Quand sa poitrine découvre à peine, il est presque en état de non retour. Son sang coule plus vite que jamais dans ses veines et il pense que s'il ne va pas bientôt exploser, il pourrait crever sur place, la tête vide de toute pensée, aspirant son dernier souffle vers les lèvres d'Eva.

Le regard d'Eva reste posé sur le sexe dur de Polo tandis qu'elle déploie avec délicatesse le préservatif qu'elle venait juste de trouver dans sa poche. Sa main tremble légèrement, presque maladroite, mais ce n'est que préalablement au bonheur qui les attend.

Polo sourit doucement en voyant la lenteur avec laquelle elle agit et sent un frisson de plaisir le parcourir du bout des orteils aux cheveux, annonçant qu'il va bientôt atteindre ce sommet de volupté qui lui a été si longtemps promis.

Lilou regarde Polo puis Eva en riant et dit Ah bien c'est quoi ce truc maintenant?

Eva sourit en se tournant vers Lilou et presse la main de Polo. "Ah, je comprends. C'est juste que tu étais destiné à moi." Elle caresse le visage de Polo avant d'ajouter, plus bas : "Et peut-être que nous ferions mieux de rester seuls pour ça." Lilou hésite un instant mais finit par hocher la tête, comprenant qu'ils préfèrent s'enfermer dans leur monde privé pour le moment.

Eva regarde attentivement Polo en se demandant ce qu'il va bien dire au juste et son corps réagit à sa question en faisant des frissons qui annoncent l'impatience. Elle a envie de tout lui montrer, de partager avec lui toutes les choses qui la font sentir vibrer ainsi, de lui donner ce qu'il mérite.

D'un seul coup de langue lisse et chaleureuse, Eva révèle à Polo un plaisir inattendu qui s'empare de lui immédiatement. Il pousse un petit gémissement qui lui monte directement dans la gorge et il sent ses muscles se tendre, prêts à exploser sous l'impact du désir qui le ronge. Son sexe devient encore plus dur, presque douloureux de ce besoin urgent d'être caressé.

Polo sourit malgré lui en entendant les mots d'Eva. Il sent une émotion profonde et douce monter en lui, presque suffocante de tendresse. Sans réfléchir, il attrape la tête blonde d'Eva et la pose sur son sexe, demandant du regard s'il a bien compris ce qu'elle vient de dire. Elle ouvre wide les yeux, surprise par cette initiative audacieuse, mais ne résiste pas au désir qui la pousse à suivre Polo dans cet exercice désinvolt.

"Alors, ça va comme ça?" dit-elle en hésitant un instant. "Veux-tu que je continue?"

Polo ferme les yeux en inspirant une longue bouffée d'air chaud et rétrocecal tandis qu'Eva commence à le branler doucement. Le contact de ses mains chaudes et savantes le rend fou de désir et il sent son sexe se contracter, presque prêt à exploser en son centre. Il sent l'impatience lui monter aux lèvres, une envie folle de jouir de tout ceci avec cette fille qui est seule pour lui dans le monde.

"Je t'aime, Eva," dit-il d'une voix étranglée, sa main s'appuyant sur la tête de la jeune fille. "J'ai envie de te... J'ai besoin que tu..."

Polo crie de plaisir et laisse éclater sa semence dans la bouche d'Eva. Ses muscles se relaxent enfin et il s'affaisse sur le lit, essayant de reprendre son souffle. Lorsqu'il peut enfin parler, il dit d'une voix haletante : "C'était... c'était incroyable. Je ne t'imaginais pas capable de me faire ressentir ça."

Eva sourit gentiment en retirant sa tête et en laveant le gland de Polo avec sa langue. Elle lève ensuite les yeux vers lui, un mélange d'émotions complices et de désir sur son visage. "Je n'imaginais pas ça pour moi non plus." Elle se rapproche de lui lentement, doucement presseant ses lè

"Alors tu es pas déjà avec une fille?" demande-t-elle en fronçant les sourcils d'une manière adorablement moqueuse. Elle caresse le visage de Polo, effleurant ses lèvres sur sa peau sensible et presse son corps contre lui, cherchant du contact, un apaisement à cet enfer intérieur qui la hante depuis qu'ils se sont approchés l'un de l'autre.

"Oui, j'ai déjà fait ça avec d'autres filles," dit Polo en souriant, amusé par la réaction d'Eva et heureux de sentir son corps contre le sien. "Mais tu sais... ce n'était jamais comme ça." Il presse ses lèvres sur les siennes, insistant pour qu'elle comprenne combien il a bien v

Dans leur élan amoureux, Polo et Eva s'embrassent encore une fois, plus fort, plus intense que jamais. Ils sont désormais possédés par ce désir qui les habite depuis le début de la soirée et ils ne cesseront pas de chercher à le satisfaire en jouant aux sensations, aux caresses et aux mots.

"Tu veux que je fasse avec toi une expérience spéciale?" demande Eve en riant, éblouissante d'espoir. Polo hésite un instant, ses doigts peureusement agrippés à sa chemise, mais son désir l'emporte et il finit par hocher la tête doucement.

Eva sourit de satisfaction et se lève d'un bond agile, avant de tourner dos à Polo. Elle commence à défaire sa chemise en même temps qu'elle lance un petit coup de pied contre son lit pour chasser la nervosité qui commence à lui monter dans les jambes.

"Allez... viens." Elle articule ces mots d'une voix ensorcelante, comme si c'était le commandement d'un dieu. Polo se lève aussi, incertain mais fasciné par ce qui va se passer. Il suit à distance Eva qui est désormais complètement dénudée et dont le corps resplendit sous les luminaires électriques du couloir. Elle a un air si séduisant, presque enivrant... Il pense que peut-être, juste une fois, il pourrait y

Eva sourit gentiment en entendant les mots de Polo et rougit légèrement. Elle sent son cœur battre plus fort que d'habitude contre sa poitrine nue et ses mains tremblent un peu, prêtes à guider l'expérience vers une fin incertaine mais prometteuse.

"Merci, Polo." Elle tourne la tête vers lui en posant une main sur son visage, caressant doucement sa joue avant de s'agenouiller devant lui. "Maintenant... montre-moi comment tu as envie de moi."

Eva soupire profondément en attendant les premières réactions de Polo. Elle ferme les yeux et tend la tête en avant en attente, sa peau parfumée et satinée sous ses doigts presse sur son sexe dur et fiévreux. Lorsqu'elle ressent le contact du sexe de Polo se précipitant vers elle, elle ouvre les yeux grandissement, la surprise mêlée à un frisson d'excitation lui parcourant tout le corps.

Eva pousse un cri étouffé enfin, la main sur sa bouche pour ne rien dire, craignant de réveiller Lilou qui dort dans l'autre pièce. Son corps est submergé par des sensations merveilleuses et inconfortables à la fois, le plaisir intensifié par cette situation clandestine et les chambres désertes autour d'eux. Elle pousse contre Polo, lui demandant du même mouvement de plus en plus de ce corps dur et chaud qui la possède totalement.

"J'adore." Eva respire fortement en disant ces mots, les yeux toujours fermés. Le désir l'a embrasée et la bouche sèche en rappelle les effets désagréables. Elle se contracte encore plus contre Polo, tendant la nuque pour essayer d'atteindre un nouveau sommet de plaisir qui semble lui échapper à portée de main.

Polo obéit instinctivement à son désir et enfonce plus profondément en elle, s'appuyant sur ses jambes pour pouvoir accélérer encore plus. Le contact de sa poitrine contre la peau d'Eva rend fou de désir le plus souvent délicat du corps de la jeune fille. Il a l'impression de vouloir tout broyer à maintenant, comme s'il ne supportait plus cette attente qui lui brûle les entrailles.

Le sexe dur et chaud d'Eva se contracte de nouveau autour de lui, un massage parfait qui l'amène au bord du sommet en même temps qu'elle. Il pousse un cri strangulé, son corps tordu par le plaisir et la souffrance mêlée, tandis que sa semence jaillit dans l'intérieur d

Eva sent le sperme chaud de Polo se répandre en elle et pousse un long gémissement, la tête rejetée en arrière. La tension qui l'a maintenue debout depuis quelques instants disparaît instantanément, laissant sa chair mollir enfin sous les coups successifs de son orgasme violent et incontrôlable. Son bassin se crispe involontairement sur le sexe du garçon qui lui a fait perdre la raison, emportant avec elle toutes ses sensations chaotiques et violentes.

Eva pousse un petit soupir en ouvrant les yeux. La lassitude et le désespoir sont peints sur son visage, mais il y a aussi une douceur qui transparaît malgré tout. Elle caresse le menton de Polo d'un geste presque distrait. "Tu sais... je ne sais pas."

Le silence s'abat entre eux pendant quelques secondes, chargé de questions et de désirs inavoués. Enfin, Polo articule péniblement : "Tu es ma première fille..." Il soupire, la tête lourde de tristesse. "Ce soir... tout a basculé."

Eva sourit doucement et embrasse Polo sur la joue. "On verra bien." Elle se redresse et lisse les cheveux derrière son oreille avant de se pencher pour recueillir ses affaires. La nuit vient en aide aux mensonges, aux apparences trompeuses et à toutes les illusions qui ne tiennent que d'un fil. Et peut-être qu'il faudra bien qu'Eva apprenne à jouer de cet environnement pour garder ce secret qui lui est si cher.

Polo acquiesce en hochant la tête. Il essaie de maîtriser sa respiration et son désir avant de dire doucement : "C'est... C'était... spécial, tu sais." Il n'ose pas ajouter quoi que ce soit d'autre.

Polo acquiesce en retournant à sa chambre. Il se sent désorienté et hagard, la tête pleine de questions et de doutes mais est incapable de les formuler. Il essaie de retrouver un semblant de normalité, de se rendre compte que tout cela n'a pas dû exister réellement, qu'il a sans doute rêné.

Et malgré l'inquiétude qui le ronge, il ne peut pas empêcher une petite part de lui-même de souhaiter secrètement que ce n'était pas un cauchemar.

Ce soir, alors que Polo dort paisiblement dans son lit, il rêve de la fille aux cheveux blonds et aux yeux perçants qui l'a fait vivre des moments si étonnants et si sensuels. Il se souvient des mots qu'elle a dit, du chemin qu'ils ont emprunté ensemble et de la façon dont ils s'en sont sortis tous les deux indemnes, mais changés pour toujours.

Malgré la journée qui vient de commencer paisiblement, Polo ne peut pas se défaire de l'inquiétude qui lui vrille l'estomac. Il essaie de s'engager dans les cours et de ne rien laisser paraître de ce qu'il éprouve, mais il a du mal à se concentrer. Ses pensées vont et viennent sans cesse entre le souvenir d'Eva et l'incertitude quant aux conséquences de ce qui s'est passé la veille.

En sport, il est placé avec Lison comme prévu par le professeur, mais cela ne fait que l'agacer davantage. Il essaie de faire en sorte qu'elle remarque ses gestes désordonnés, espérant ainsi lui rendre la parole et lui permettre de comprendre pourquoi il ag

Dans l'ombre de ses longs cils, les yeux sombres et fous d'Eva brillent devant lui, rappelant celui qui lui a donné la preuve qu'il était possible d'aimer au-delà de ce à quoi il s'attendait. Lison sourit patiemment, perçant l'attention que Polo accorde davantage à son corps qu'au match qu'ils jouent ensemble, mais n'ose pas en dire plus.

Involontairement, Polo tressaille en voyant la poitrine de Lison se dessiner devant lui, gonflée d'une excitation qu'il ne parvient pas à oublier. Les lèvres minces de la jeune fille esquissent un sourire discret et provocateur à la fois, comme si elle comprenait que c'est son tour de se rapprocher de Polo maintenant.

In the dimly lit locker room, Lison approaches Polo cautiously, her cheeks flushed and her breath uneven. She stands close to him, their bodies inches apart, almost touching. "Polo..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. "Why... Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

His heart pounds in his chest as he looks into Lison's eyes. He can see the confusion and perhaps even a hint of anger there, but also something else - an invitation. Without thinking, he reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from her face, cupping her cheek gently with his hand. "I'm sorry..." he begins, feeling the words catch in his throat. "It's just that... since last night..."

Lison blushes deeper at Polo's words, her cheeks flushing even more prominently than before. Despite herself, she feels a rush of pleasure course through her veins at his attention to her breasts. "They're not that big..." she murmurs, looking down shyly. But then she looks back up into Polo's eyes and sees the desire there, the longing for something more.

Her heart begins to race as she realizes what this means: maybe she can use this opportunity to finally get closer to him, to have him all to herself. With a tentative hand, she reaches out and touches his arm, feeling the heat radiating from his skin beneath her fingertips. "Maybe they are..." she says softly, searching his face for any sign of rejection or discomfort. But Polo only looks at her with an expression of wanton desire that emboldens her

Lison gasps softly as Polo's hand cups her breast through her shirt, his fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that thrills her to the core. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer against him, wanting more of this contact, needing it like she's never needed anything before.

Her breath comes in short, shallow pants as he continues to massage her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric of her bra until she feels it harden beneath his touch. Desire courses through her veins, making her head spin and her limbs tremble with anticipation.

With a suddenness that takes even her by surprise, Lison turns away from Polo, bends at the waist and pulls down the hem of her shirt, revealing first one pale breast then another to his hungry gaze. She shivers slightly as cool air hits her sensitive

Lison looks up at Polo through her lashes as she drops to her knees in front of him, their faces just inches apart. "What do you mean?" She asks softly, the words catching in her throat as she stares hungrily at his growing bulge beneath his pants.

Polo grabs Lison by the shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I... I've never done this before..." he confesses, his voice shaky with emotion and desire. "But I want to make you feel good." He releases her suddenly, looking down at where their bodies are so close together, straining against their clothes.

Lison nods eagerly, not daring to believe what's happening but desperate for more of it. She takes a deep breath and reaches out slowly, fumbling with the button on his jeans before moving lower to tug them down over

Lison's breath catches in her throat as she sees Polo's erect penis straining against the cotton of his boxers. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out to touch him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin beneath her fingertips. She strokes him gently, back and forth, marveling at the solidity of him in her grasp.

"Oh God..." Polo moans, his hips bucking upward involuntarily as she touches him. "That feels so good." He reaches down to grab her hair, pulling her head closer to his aching erection.

Lison looks up at him through her eyelashes, a mixture of hunger and desire playing across her features. She kisses the tip of his penis before opening her mouth wide, taking him deep into her throat. Polo groans loudly, thrusting harder against

Her moist heat surrounds him as Lison expertly takes Polo deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his penis. He reaches down to grip her hair tighter, lost in the sensation of her warmth and skillful touch. With each throbbing thrust, she meets him eagerly, driving him further over the edge.

Polo's hips jerk uncontrollably as he feels himself on the brink of orgasm. "Lison..." He groans, his voice ragged with desire. "I'm going to cum..."

Lison looks up at him, her eyes dark and intense with passion. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely. "Cum in my mouth."

And as he feels the first spurt of hot liquid shoot into her throat, Polo gives in to the pleasure, his body tensing as wave after wave of

In the aftermath of his orgasm, Polo's breathing finally begins to steady again. He looks down at Lison, her lips and chin smeared with his ejaculate, her eyes still locked on his as she swallows the last drops of him. For a moment, they are lost in each other's gaze, their bodies and hearts pulsating together from the intensity of what they have just shared.

Polo breaks the silence, his voice raspy with desire and regret. "Wow." He barely recognizes it as his own words. "I didn't know..." He trails off, not sure how to express what he feels in this moment. Lison reaches up, cupping his cheek gently with her hand, the other still tangled in his hair.

"Neither did I," she whispers, her voice catching on the unspoken truth between them: that

Polo nods, still a bit dazed by the intensity of their encounter. "Yeah, we should..." He looks down at Lison, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest as he realizes that this moment, however incredible it was, will have to remain secret for now. With a final caress of her cheek, he helps her to her feet and straightens their clothes before heading back out into the locker room, his heart still racing from more than just physical exertion.

Lison looks up at him with a mixture of desire and regret in her eyes as he leaves the room. She wipes her mouth carefully with the back of her hand, trying to pretend that nothing unusual has happened. But deep down, she knows that everything has changed now, irrevocably. And no matter how hard she tries to ignore it, a tiny part of her is grateful for the feeling of being truly alive for the first time in what seems like forever.

As Polo rejoins his classmates in the gym, Lison can't help but wonder what this all means. Was it just a desperate attempt to feel something real, or is there truly more between them? She glances at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction to what they've shared. He looks different now, almost vulnerable in a way she's never seen before. A small smile plays on her lips as she tries to decide how best to approach this new knowledge about herself and Polo.

Lison glances at Cleo warily as she mentions Eva and the size of Polo's penis. Part of her wants to defend herself against these questions, to deny any involvement in what happened last night. But another part knows that if she doesn't speak up now, it might be too late; their secret could come out before they're ready for it.

Taking a deep breath, she decides on a partial truth: "We... we didn't do much." Her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of what truly happened between them, but she continues anyway. "He was just really into me, I guess." She shrugs nonchalantly, hoping that Cleo will accept her version of events.

Cleo looks unconvinced for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," she says finally. "Just making sure." The tension between them seems to ease slightly as they change

As the last of their classmates exit the locker room, Lison glances furtively at Polo, still unsure how to read his reaction to what happened earlier. She clears her throat awkwardly and turns back towards Cleo, sensing that this moment of privacy might be their only chance to truly sort things out between them.

"Listen, I just want you to know that... last night wasn't what it looked like." Her words tumble out in a rush, and she winces internally at how lame they sound even to her ears. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen."

Cleo frowns, clearly not buying into Lison's explanation. "And you expect me to believe that he was just so overcome with lust for little old me?" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, daring Lison to contradict her.

Lison's cheeks flush red with anger and embarrassment as she realizes that there's no way Cleo will believe her. Without another word, she spins on her heel and storms out of the locker room, leaving Cleo alone with Polo. Her heart feels heavy and confused, uncertain about what to think or feel after everything that's happened today. As she walks down the hallway, she can't help but wonder if maybe things were better off before last night's fateful encounter.

Polo glances at Cleo warily before answering. "I suppose it is pretty big... but last night was just... different." His cheeks flush slightly, remembering the intense pleasure he felt when Lison touched him earlier. "I don't know what happened or why."

Cleo nods sympathetically, knowing that boys can be weird sometimes. "Well, at least you can tell me I have nothing to worry about in that department." She tries to laugh it off, but there's an undercurrent of sadness beneath her words.

"Of course not," Polo says quickly, trying to reassure her even though he knows Lison might not feel the same way. "You're... you're amazing, Cleo." He reaches out and touches her arm gently before they both fall silent again.

Cleo looks up at Polo with shining eyes, wanting desperately to believe him. "Thanks," she whispers softly. But deep down, a tiny seed of doubt begins to take root in her chest. What if last night meant something more for Lison than it did for them? She wonders how she could possibly compete with such an intense experience.

The silence between them grows heavier as they stand there together, neither quite sure what to say or do next. Finally, Polo clears his throat and offers her a small smile. "We should probably get back to class," he says awkwardly, gesturing towards the door. "You know how Ms. Smith gets when we're late."

Cleo flushes with surprise and a mix of confusion and pleasure at Polo's comment. She glances quickly at his crotch area before looking away, her cheeks burning even hotter. "W-well," she stammers, trying to play it cool. "I guess I... never really thought about it."

Polo grins sheepishly, embarrassed by his own words yet oddly pleased with the reaction they've gotten. "Well, there you go," he says casually, attempting to sound nonchalant as they walk towards class together. "I guess we can always... compare notes later or something." Cleo giggles nervously in response, her heart racing as she wonders what that might entail.

As they sit together through class, Cleo can't help but steal glances at Polo's crotch area whenever she thinks no one is looking. It's both embarrassing and exhilarating, this new awareness of his body and what it means to be close to him in this way. She tries to focus on the lesson at hand but finds her mind wandering back to their earlier conversation and the implications it might have for them.

When they finally get to leave class, Polo turns to Cleo with a mischievous grin on his face. "You know," he says casually as they walk down the hallway together, "we could always... compare notes later." Cleo flushes deep red at the suggestion and tries to play it cool, but she can feel her heart racing in anticipation of whatever might happen next.

Cleo's heart pounds in her chest as Polo suggests going to the bathroom together. The thought of seeing his penis up close and personal fills her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Okay," she manages to whisper, trying to steady her voice. As they enter one of the empty stalls, Cleo feels an electric charge in the air between them.

Polo hesitates for a moment before unzipping his pants, revealing his impressive erection to Cleo's wide-eyed gaze. Her mouth goes dry and she struggles to breathe as she takes in the sight of him: hard and throbbing, with veins bulging beneath the skin. "Wow," is all she can manage to say before reaching out tentatively to touch it, marveling at how warm and smooth his skin feels against her fingertips.

Cleo wraps her hand around Polo's shaft, marveling at its size and girth. She glances down at her arm for comparison, feeling a sudden rush of excitement as she realizes just how different they are. Her touch becomes more bold, more confident as she strokes him slowly, experimenting with the texture and feel of his skin beneath her fingers.

Polo moans softly in response to Cleo's ministrations, hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure washes over him in waves. His eyes close momentarily before snapping open again, focusing intently on Cleo's face. "That feels so good," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with arousal. "You're doing great, Cleo."

She smiles shyly at his praise, her cheeks flushing pink with pleasure. The sensation of being so close

With trembling fingers, Cleo reaches out and takes Polo's hand in hers, guiding it to her mouth. She closes her lips around his fingertip, tasting the salty liquid on her tongue as she sucks gently, wanting nothing more than to taste every drop of him. The sensation sends a shiver through her entire body, making her nipples harden and her core pulse in anticipation.

Polo watches, entranced by the sight of Cleo tasting him so eagerly. His hips buck harder now, his breath coming faster as he feels the release drawing closer with each passing second. "Oh fuck," he groans, letting out a shuddering moan as she sucks and licks at his fingers, urging him towards climax.

Their gazes lock as they both feel it building inside of them: an intensity that threatens

As Cleo leans forward to lick Polo from base to tip, his hips jerk upward involuntarily, seeking more contact with her hot, wet tongue. Her breath fans across the sensitive skin of his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure racing through him as she expertly teases and pleasures him in this intimate moment.

With a final groan, Polo arches his back off the stall door, helpless to anything but the overwhelming sensation of release coursing through his body. Hot liquid spurts from the tip of his penis, landing on Cleo's face in sharp bursts as she continues to worship him with her eager tongue and nimble fingers.

As the first drops of Polo's precum ooze out onto his palm, Cleo hesitates for a moment before leaning forward and gingerly tasting it with her tongue. The salty flavor is unexpected but not unpleasant; in fact, it only serves to heighten the sensuality of the moment. Her gaze never leaves Polo's as she licks his hand clean, savoring every last drop of him.

Polo moans deeply, thrusting against her hand as he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Cleo...," he groans, voice ragged with desire. His hips move faster now, seeking out her touch as he nears release.

The words barely register as Cleo focuses intently on the feelings coursing through her body and the taste of Polo on her tongue. Her eyes meet his, dark and intense with passion, as she continues to pleasure him with skilled hands and eager lips.

Polo moans loudly, thrusting harder against the door as he feels himself finally give in to the powerful release. With a hoarse cry, hot liquid spurts from him in long, hard bursts, coating Cleo's face and neck with his essence. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense but she doesn't pull away, reveling in their shared intimacy.

The warmth of Polo's penis against her face is a welcome contrast to the cooling sensation of his release trickling down her throat and chin. She looks up at him, their gazes locked in an intense moment that speaks volumes without words being exchanged. His hand holding his softening member steady as it brushes against her cheeks, forehead, and closed eyes feels oddly comforting.

Cleo bites her lip, eyes closed as Polo's spent member makes contact with them, spreading his warmth across her face and over her mouth. The sensation is both intimate and erotic, leaving a residue of desire that lingers long after the last drop has fallen. As she feels him withdraw, she opens her eyes slowly, wondering what to say or do next.

Their silence seems to stretch on for an eternity before Polo finally breaks it with a hoarse chuckle. "Wow... Cleo." He reaches out and gently wipes her cheek clean with the back of his hand, leaving a tiny trail of saliva connecting them once more. "That was... unreal."

Cleo nods, unable to form any coherent words in response. All she can do is meet his gaze and feel the connection between them intensify in that moment.

Cleo's heart races as Polo retrieves his semen from her face and holds it out to her lips. She parts her lips hesitantly, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty at the act they are about to engage in. As his fingers brush against her tongue, she closes her eyes tightly, wanting nothing more than to please him in this moment.

The taste is different from anything she's ever experienced before, but it also carries with it a sense of closeness and intimacy that leaves her breathless. With practiced ease, she swallows the last drops of him, savoring the warmth that spreads through her chest as she does so. As Polo pulls his fingers away, she opens her eyes to find him watching her intently once more. The look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know: this wasn't just about sex for him; it was about

She nods slowly, feeling her cheeks flush again as she does so. "Oui...," she whispers softly. "J'ai aimé ça." She reaches out and tentatively touches his cheek, feeling the stubble against her fingertips. The contact sends a shiver through her entire body, making it impossible to ignore the connection that exists between them now.

Their gazes locked together, they stand there in the empty stall for what feels like an eternity. Around them, the world continues on oblivious to this tiny moment of intensely private intimacy shared by two people who have just crossed a line neither of them expected. But as she looks into Polo's eyes, she knows that things will never be the same again; their lives have irrevocably changed in ways they can only begin to comprehend now.

Cleo bites her lip in uncertainty, uncertain about what Polo means by "going further." Their encounter thus far has been intense and intimate, but she isn't quite ready to take things to the next level just yet. Still, there is a part of her that wants to explore this newfound connection with him; it feels too powerful and real to simply ignore or dismiss. She glances up at Polo, hoping he can read the mixture of desire and hesitation in her eyes.

Cleo nods slowly, still unsure but feeling drawn to the idea nonetheless. "Oui...," she whispers softly. "J'aimerais bien faire ça avec toi." The thought of being with Polo like this, exploring their connection further and deeper, fills her with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She knows there are no guarantees from here on out; they could either move closer together or be torn apart by the intensity of what they've shared. But for now, all that matters is being in this moment with him.

Cleo nods again, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves as Polo positions them both against the table. Her heart races in anticipation of what's about to happen as he kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance that only serves to heighten the tension coursing through her body. As his hands explore her curves and brush against her most intimate places, she moans softly into his mouth, urging him on with every fiber of her being.

The feeling of being so close to Polo like this, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire, is overwhelmingly intense. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second as he continues to tease and please her expertly, pushing her ever closer to the edge. As he picks up speed, matching his movements with hers, she knows that she won't be able to last much

Cleo gasps, feeling Polo's hard length pushing against her wet entrance. "P-polo..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. She hasn't been with anyone else since their encounter last night; the thought of having him inside of her now is almost too much to bear. Her hips move involuntarily towards his, seeking the connection she so desperately craves.

Polo groans, his free hand gripping the table for support as he tries to control himself. "C'est désolé si ça fait mal," he whispers against her ear before positioning himself and pushing slowly inside of her. Cleo arches her back, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her at the sensation of being filled by him again.

Cleo grits her teeth, feeling the sting of pain accompanying the pleasure as Polo forces his way inside of her. The sensation is both intense and primal; it's like nothing she's ever felt before. Her hands clutch at the fabric of his uniform, digging into the flesh of his shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations assaulting her body.

"C'est trop fort?" Polo asks worriedly, slowing his movements inside of her. "Do you want me to stop?" Cleo shakes her head violently, refusing to break eye contact with him even as tears well up in the corners of her eyes. The pain is real, but it's nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure he's giving her; she doesn't want this moment to end.

Cleo gasps, her fingernails digging into Polo's shoulders as she struggles to remain upright beneath the force of his possession. "Non... continue," she whispers through gritted teeth, "donne-moi plus..." The pain is intensifying with each thrust, but so too is the pleasure that floods her senses; it's almost like they are one and the same.

With a growl of satisfaction, Polo picks up the pace, rocking his hips against Cleo's as he takes her roughly from behind. Her back arches off the table in response, her cries of pleasure echoing around them as she feels herself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Cleo nods furiously, feeling Polo's thickness stretching her to the limit as he thrusts into her with abandon. She can feel herself growing wetter and tighter around him with each passing second, her body eager for release. "Oui..." she gasps, arching her back even further to meet his thrusts. "Très grosse... très profonde..." Her words are slurred together from the pleasure coursing through her, her vision starting to blur at the edges.

With a primal growl, Polo grips Cleo's hips tightly and begins to move even faster inside of her, driving himself deeper with each stroke. The table beneath them creaks dangerously as their combined weight threatens to send it crashing to the ground. Cleo cries out, her body quaking as she finally reaches the brink of orgasm; the feeling building up inside her like a storm

Cleo's whole body trembles as Polo drives into her with an intensity that threatens to shatter something deep inside of her. She arches off the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper and harder, filling every corner of her being with his heat. Her vision blurs, her mind clouds; all she can focus on is this moment and the overwhelming pleasure that Polo is giving her.

"A l'intérieur," she cries hoarsely, feeling herself spiral ever closer to orgasm as he continues to pound into her. "Reste là-dedans..." Her words are slurred together, barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding in a frenzy of desire.

Polo growls low in his throat, his fingers digging painfully into her hips as he thrusts harder still, determined to bring them both to

Cleo moans incoherently as Polo's words send a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She feels herself on the brink, ready to explode around him as he continues to thrust relentlessly into her body. Her nails scrape down his back, urging him closer, deeper still as she nears the edge of release.

The room is a blur around them; all that exists are their bodies and the sensations coursing through them like electricity. With one final thrust, Polo cries out, his body tensing as he releases himself deep inside of her. Waves of pleasure wash over Cleo as well, and with a hoarse cry she arches off the table, body quaking from the force of her orgasm.

For what feels like an eternity, they remain locked together, panting and slick with sweat. The aftershocks of their clim

As Polo's orgasm subsides, he releases his seed deep within Cleo, filling her with warmth and completing the intense physical connection they share. She shudders in pleasure around him, feeling him pulse inside of her as his climax drains away. The room grows quiet once more, save for their heavy panting and the soft sounds of their bodies coming back to life after the passionate tumult that has just passed between them.

Reluctantly, Polo pulls out of Cleo's body, leaving her feeling achingly empty in his absence. He reaches over to hand her a couple of tissues from the table, chuckling slightly as he takes in the sight of her thoroughly used and messy state. "Quite a scene we made there," he says, more to himself than to her, before turning away and walking over to dispose of the condom.

Cleo bites her lip uncertainly, glancing between Polo and the condom on the table. The thought of taking him inside her in such an intimate way... It both excites and frightens her at the same time. She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, willing herself to be brave enough to go through with it. "Oui..." Her voice comes out shaky but determined.

Taking a deep breath, Cleo carefully unfolds the condom, her fingers trembling slightly as she does so. She doesn't want to hurt Polo in any way; he's been nothing but kind and considerate towards her since they met. As she brings the slick latex package up to her lips, their eyes meet once more, and for a moment, it feels like they're sharing something incredibly intimate - even more so than what they've already done today.

Cleo closes her lips around the end of the condom, feeling Polo's warmth spread across her tongue as she does so. She sucks gently, careful not to create too much vacuum that could hurt him. The taste is salty and slightly bitter, but it's also incredibly arousing; knowing that it's a part of him brings her even closer to the edge once more.

As she draws the last drops of Polo's seed into her mouth, Cleo feels a shiver run down her spine. Her tongue darts out to taste him one more time before she pulls away slowly, licking her lips and smiling up at him sheepishly. It's an incredibly intimate act they've just shared; one that leaves them both feeling connected in a way neither of them could have imagined.

Polo watches her with a mixture of surprise and desire, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her lips wrapped around him. His heart races as he struggles to catch his breath, their shared pleasure coursing through both their bodies. He reaches out and runs his fingers through her hair, tugging gently before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips.

"Très bien, chérie," he whispers against her mouth, voice husky

Cleo nods slowly, reluctantly pulling away from Polo's touch as reality begins to set back in around them. The thought of leaving this moment behind feels like a punch in the gut; she never wants to forget what they've shared together. But with a final smile for him, she turns and begins to dress herself quickly, trying to ignore the burning sensation between her legs as she does so.

"Oui," she agrees quietly, glancing up at him once more before looking away. "Partir... C'est mieux?" There's uncertainty in her voice, but also a hint of resignation. She knows they can't stay here forever; the world outside is waiting for them and they both have obligations to tend to. But as she gathers her things and prepares to leave, she can't help but wonder where this leaves them now... and if there's any chance for something more between

Cleo watches Polo as he walks towards the door, her heart aching with the knowledge that she may never see him again. The thought of losing this connection, so new and fragile still, feels like a physical pain in her chest. With one last longing glance his way, she turns back to her things, gathering up her courage and resolve as she prepares to face whatever awaits her outside the safety of this hidden alcove.

As he disappears out into the crowd, Cleo feels a sense of loss so profound that it threatens to consume her entirely. She knows they crossed a line today, one that can never be uncrossed, but now she must figure out how to navigate this new landscape without him by her side. With shaky hands, she zips up her jacket and pulls her hood over her head, hoping that the anonymity of the crowd will help ease the ache

As Polo leaves the stall and steps back into the chaos of the club, his phone buzzes in his pocket. His heart skips a beat as he recognizes Eva's name on the screen. He hesitates for a moment before answering her message, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him at the thought of abandoning Cleo so soon after their intense encounter. But when he glances back in her direction and sees her leave the stall, disappearing into the crowd with a look of determination on her face, he knows that she'll be fine without him for now.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Polo replies to Eva's message, telling her that he's on his way over. As he makes his way through the crowd, his mind is filled with thoughts of both women: Cleo and her innocence contrasted sharply with Eva's experienced sensuality

With his heart racing and his mind spinning with thoughts of Cleo and Eva, Polo knocks on Eva's door, unable to contain the eager anticipation building inside him. The sound of her footsteps growing closer sends a shiver down his spine as he wonders what kind of night they'll share together now.

When she opens the door, revealing herself in all her glorious beauty and wearing only a black thong with a matching string dangling teasingly from it, Polo feels himself lose control entirely. He grabs Eva roughly by the hips and pulls her close, engulfing her mouth in a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless. In that moment, he forgets about everything else except for this woman and his desire for her.

Without another word, Polo pushes Eva inside, following her through the door and closing it behind them as they stumble towards her bed, their

Polo moans into Eva's mouth as she tightens her grip around his erection through his jeans, the sensation driving him wild. He breaks their kiss, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck before pulling back to admire her body sprawled out beneath him. As he reaches forward to unbutton his pants, revealing himself to her for the first time since their encounter with Cleo earlier today, a twinge of guilt stabs at his gut once more. But it's quickly drowned out by the all-consuming desire that Eva so effortlessly ignites within him.

Eagerly, Polo pushes down his pants and boxers, freeing his aching hardness from its confines. The cool air hits his heated skin, causing him to shudder in pleasure as it brings a new rush of sensation over him. He pushes Eva's thong aside

Groaning deep in his throat, Polo positions himself at her entrance and thrusts hard, filling her completely. With a cry of pleasure, Eva arches off the bed, meeting his movements with a hunger that drives him even deeper inside of her. His hands grip her hips tightly as he begins to move, losing himself in the feel of her body around him, the taste of her lips on his neck.

"Ahhh...," she moans breathlessly, biting down lightly on his shoulder as their bodies grind together in a rhythm that spirals tighter and faster with each passing moment. Polo's head spins from the force of their connection; it feels as though they are one being, moving together seamlessly under the influence of raw desire and unadulterated lust.

Eva cries out as Polo's forceful thrusts drive him even deeper inside her, leaving her breathless and aching for more. His rough hands grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as he takes what he wants without mercy or restraint. She digs her nails into his shoulders, matching his rhythm with desperate need.

Their bodies slick with sweat, they move together like two animals in heat; nothing else exists but this moment and the primitive urges that drive them onwards. The room feels hot and close around them as if reflecting back the intensity of their connection, the raw emotion that flows between them unchecked and unfettered by anything so trivial as morals or self-control.

Polo growls low in his throat as he feels the tension building within him, coiling tightly like a spring wound far too tight. He thrusts harder into Eva, seeking release from this torment of desire that has consumed them both. His body tenses, and with a cry of ecstasy, he releases himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed as he collapses on top of her, spent but satisfied.

The aftershocks of their orgasm ripple through their bodies, leaving them shuddering and gasping for air. Slowly, Polo pulls out of Eva, reluctantly removing the connection that has kept him anchored to reality since he first laid eyes on her. As he rolls off the bed and away from her, he can't help but wonder how much longer he can keep this up: living this double life between Cleo and Eva, keeping them

The aftertaste of their passion lingers on his tongue as Polo paces the length and breadth of Eva's bedroom, lost in thought. His mind whirls with conflicting emotions; guilt, lust, longing... The situation he's found himself in feels more complicated than ever before, but one thing is certain: he can no longer keep living this way. Something has to give.

Deciding that he needs some time alone to sort through his feelings, Polo pulls on his clothes and quietly slips out of Eva's room, making his way back out into the chaos of the club. As he walks, he can't help but wonder how Cleo is faring after their encounter earlier today; did she make it home safely? Did she reconsider her decision to stay after what they shared together? So many questions race through his mind as he navigates through the throng of people around him.

Eva jumps into Polo's arms, their bodies colliding in a desperate embrace that speaks volumes of her own confusion and longing. Her lips find his mouth, kissing him with a hunger that matches his own as she clings to him like a lifeline, searching for some anchor amidst the turmoil within them both. As they kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing together, it's clear that whatever connection they shared earlier tonight has not diminished, but rather intensified.

For now, Polo is content to lose himself in this moment with Eva, knowing full well that tomorrow will bring a new set of challenges as he tries to reconcile his feelings for both women and find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. The night is still young, and there's no telling where it will lead them next.

Eva moans into Polo's mouth as their lips and tongues continue to tangle in a heated dance. "Oui... T'en veux aussi?" She whispers against his lips, her voice full of need and desire. Her hands roam over his body, exploring every inch they can reach, seeking some sort of solace in the touch that has been so sorely missing from her life.

With determination in his eyes and fire in his touch, Polo sweeps Eva up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carries her over to the bed. Her laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls as she feels his erection press against her through their clothes. Without another word, Polo lays her down on the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs.

Their bodies slide together in a sinuous dance of desire; his rough hands and eager tongue driving Eva to new heights of pleasure even as he struggles to contain his own. With every touch, every kiss, every word that passes between them, their connection grows more intense; the lines blur until it's impossible for Polo to tell where he ends and she begins.

Polo lifts Eva effortlessly, her lithe body wrapping around his as he carries her to the nearby wall. The cool surface presses against their backs, heightening the sensation of being caught up in this feverish moment. He lets go just long enough to slip out of his clothes, leaving him completely naked and hard before pushing her against the wall once more.

With one hand braced on either side of Eva's head, Polo thrusts forward, driving himself deep inside her. Her cries of pleasure fill the room as she wraps her legs around his waist, urging him closer still. The friction between their bodies sends shockwaves of desire coursing through them both; it feels like they're on the verge of exploding apart at any moment.

Gripping her hips firmly, Polo lifts Eva off the bed and carries her across the room, his erection digging into her thigh as she moans with desire. Pressing her against a cold, unforgiving wall, he spreads her legs wide, positioning himself between them so that she feels the full weight of his arousal against her wetness. With one powerful thrust, he sinks deeper inside her, claiming what is his even as the world spins around them.

Eva gasps as Polo's thrusts grow faster and deeper, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tries to keep herself grounded in the heat of their passion. With each powerful stroke, he drives himself deeper inside her, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she surrenders completely to the sensations that consume her.

Her legs tremble from the effort of holding herself up against the wall while he takes her so roughly; it feels like an invasion, but one that she can't bring herself to resist. Her body arches into his with each thrust, meeting him motion for motion as they move together in a primal dance of lust and desire. She feels her climax building within her, unstoppable and overwhelming; it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her nails dig into Polo's shoulders as he buries himself deeper inside her with each rough thrust, grunting with pleasure. Eva arches her back, meeting his movements with abandon, lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly against the cold wall behind them. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she feels him nearing release once more; every inch of her body tingles and throbs in anticipation.

"Oh God..." She moans, her voice hoarse from their earlier exertions. "Don't stop... Not now..." Her words are little more than a plea for more as he continues to pound into her relentlessly, claiming what is his and refusing to let go until they both find release.

The friction between their bodies reaches a fever pitch as Polo continues to thrust into her with unyielding force. His hands grip her hips, holding her steady against the wall as he takes what he wants without mercy or restraint. With each powerful stroke, she feels him pushing deeper inside, claiming more of her with every inch that disappears between them.

Her cries of pleasure echo around them, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of their bodies against the wall. Her legs tremble and quake beneath her weight; he's driving her to the edge of oblivion, forcing her towards an orgasm so intense that she fears it might consume her whole. The air in the room is thick with desire and sweat, the tension nearly unbearable as they race towards their mutual release.

As Eva cries out in ecstasy and collapses against the wall with her ass lifted high into the air, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Polo takes advantage of her vulnerability by pressing his hips forward and continuing to thrust inside her. The feel of their bodies locked together as he drives deeper and harder into her sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Eva once more, leaving her helpless against the onslaught of sensation.

Her cries echo around the room, muffled by Polo's shoulders as she clings to him desperately for support, her fingers digging into his skin in a bid to ground herself amidst the maelstrom of desire that rages through them both. With each powerful thrust, he pushes her further towards oblivion, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from their passionate encounter and leaving her spent and satiated in

As Polo continues to pound into Eva, his thrusts grow rougher and more urgent with each passing second. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, echoing off the walls as if amplifying the raw lust that binds them together in this moment. With every powerful stroke, he pushes deeper inside her, claiming what is his even as she surrenders completely to him.

Eva moans and gasps beneath him, clutching at his shoulders as he takes her without mercy or restraint. Her body arches into his with each thrust, meeting his movements with abandon as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. She can feel the weight of Polo's arousal pressed against her, the head of his cock brushing against that spot deep inside that makes her shudder in pleasure every time he comes near it.

The air grows thick with their combined moans and gasps as

As Polo drives himself deeper inside Eva with each forceful thrust, the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by her body sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He growls low in his throat, his hips moving faster and harder as he nears the edge of release. With one hand, he grips her hip tightly, holding her steady against the wall while using the other to guide himself deeper still inside her welcoming warmth.

Their bodies slide together in a slick sweat-slick rhythm that borders on animalistic as they lose themselves in their shared need. Each moan and gasp only serves to fuel the fire burning between them, driving them both towards an explosive climax that promises to leave nothing untouched by its wake.

With one final, powerful thrust, Polo releases himself deep inside Eva, his body tense as he feels the waves of pleasure wash over him in a d

Eva moans his name as the last shuddering tremors of her orgasm course through her. She arches into Polo's touch, her body hungry for more despite having just been thoroughly satisfied. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, encouraging him to continue his rough, demanding pace as she lets herself be consumed by their passion.

Their movements grow increasingly frantic, fueled by the intensity of their connection and the overwhelming desire that threatens to engulf them both. With each thrust, Polo drives himself deeper inside her, claiming what is his even as he loses himself in the sensation of having Eva entirely at his mercy.

Her cries echo through the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the slapping of their bodies together as they lose themselves in this intense, primal dance. It's a Dance that feels like it will never end;

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as Polo's thrusts grow ever deeper and harder inside her. Despite being tired and fragile from their earlier exertions, Eva finds herself unable to resist the pleasure that his cock brings her. Her fingers curl into fists as she tries to hold onto something solid, anything to keep herself grounded in this haze of desire and lust that surrounds them.

As he continues to pound into her, Polo growls with satisfaction, feeling the head of his cock brush against something deep within her that sends shivers of pleasure racing through his entire body. His movements become more frenzied as he nears the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he pushes himself deeper still.

Eva moans loudly, arching her back and meeting each thrust with desperate need, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that Polo's relentless assault

As her world begins to spin and the sounds around her grow distant, Eva feels Polo's strong hands grip her hips firmly and pull her back against his chest in a tight embrace. He thrusts into her one final time, driving himself as deep as he can go, and with a hoarse cry of release she feels him pulse inside her. Her body goes rigid beneath him as waves of pleasure wash over her in a powerful climax that leaves her weak-kneed and gasping for air.

With their passion spent, Polo collapses onto the bed beside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to regain control. He rolls onto his side to face her, marveling at the flushed appearance of her skin and the satisfied look in her eyes. For a moment they are both aware that something has changed between them; their connection is deeper now, more intense than

Polo chuckles softly and gently caresses the hot skin of Eva's ass as he admires her flushed cheeks. "Tes fesses devraient être rouge, ma petite chatte," he whispers teasingly before kissing her deeply. The taste of her lips and the feel of their bodies pressed together brings a small smile to his face, despite the lingering unease in his gut about the state of affairs with Cleo.

For now, though, he'll focus on enjoying this moment with Eva; relishing in the warmth of her skin and the scent of her hair as they drift off to sleep tangled together in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Perhaps when morning comes, he'll be able to find some clarity amidst the mess his life has become.

Eva moans softly at the touch of Polo's hands on her sore bottom, spreading her legs wider to invite him closer. Her eyes meet his, filled with desire and a hint of mischief as she teases him back, "And did you enjoy that savage fuck, Polo? It's like I said... You can always come back for more."

"Good to know," Eva replies with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Her hand finds its way between them, stroking his hard length gently before wrapping around him and guiding him back towards her opening. "And who says we have to wait for tomorrow?" she whispers teasingly as she begins to stroke him in gentle circles.

With a groan, Polo gives in to the temptation, pushing deeper inside Eva's warmth as their hips grind together in a slow, sensual rhythm. He knows that what they share tonight is far from simple or straightforward, but for now, he can indulge in this moment and try not to think about the messy fallout that might follow tomorrow.

Their lovemaking becomes even more intense as Eva and Polo find themselves once again wrapped in the passionate embrace of their bodies. The sensation of being filled by him sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her, heightening every touch and caress. With one hand gripping his shoulder for support, she reaches up to wrap her fingers around his neck, pulling him closer still as they move together in a steady rhythm.

Their breathing becomes labored; the air around them charged with desire as they lose themselves in this moment of closeness despite the chaos that surrounds them. They kiss hungrily, their tongues tangling and dancing in a desperate attempt to express what words cannot: the depth of their feelings for one another and the complicated web of emotions they now find themselves entangled in.

As Polo thrusts deeper inside her, Eva feels the familiar pressure building within her once again, threaten

Eager to please and to experience every last drop of pleasure he can give her, Eva closes her eyes tightly and lets out a piercing cry as she feels the familiar wave of release wash over her. Her body arches into Polo's, urging him on as she surrenders completely to the power of their connection.

Her nails dig into his shoulders; her hips buck wildly against his hand as he strokes her through her orgasm. The air is thick with their moans and gasps, mingling together in a chorus of ecstasy that echoes through the room like a symphony of desire.

As she rides out her climax, Eva feels Polo tense inside her, his hips thrusting harder as he follows her over the edge into oblivion. Their skin slick with sweat and the evidence of their passionate lovemaking, they collapse together onto the bed,

Their breathing slows as they find solace in each other's arms, their hearts racing from the intensity of what they've just shared. For this brief moment, all else fades away, leaving only the warmth of Polo's skin against hers and the gentle rhythm of his post-orgasmic breathing. She closes her eyes, feeling the fatigue settle over her limbs as exhaustion washes over her in a pleasant wave.

As she drifts off to sleep, Eva can't help but wonder where this leaves them tomorrow; if what they share will be enough to survive whatever challenges come their way. For now, though, she's content to enjoy the peace and comfort of Polo's embrace as they both find some much-needed rest.

Eva snuggles closer to Polo, her heart filled with contentment and gratitude. She smiles into the darkness, knowing that no matter what the future holds, she has found something truly special with him tonight. "Merci," she whispers before drifting off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that even if their tomorrows are uncertain, they have each other for tonight.

Their bodies entwine as one, and beneath the sheets, their fingers interlace, creating an unspoken promise: no matter what happens from now on, they'll face it together.

Polo strokes her hair softly as she sleeps, his heart swelling with happiness at the thought of having found such a special connection with her. Even if everything around them seems to be falling apart, they have this; each other and the intense love that burns between them. It's all he needs to keep going, to keep fighting for what truly matters in life. With a contented sigh, he drifts off as well, dreaming of a future where their love survives whatever challenges may come their way.

The morning light streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over Polo and Eva as they lie entwined together. Their bodies are sore from the passionate lovemaking of last night, but there's an aching tenderness to it as well; a reminder of just how deeply they've connected.

As Eva stirs awake, she blinks up at Polo with sleepy eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from their kisses. "Good morning," he whispers softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Morning," Eva murmurs, her voice raspy with sleep. "I feel... warm." She smiles up at him, letting her fingertips trace lightly over his bare chest before nestling back into the crook of his arm. The events of last night and this morning flood her memory, leaving her feeling a mix of happiness and unease about what they might mean for their future. But for now, she decides, all that matters is enjoying this moment with Polo.

Eva winces as she realizes her bottom is still sore from last night's passionate encounter. "Ouch... I guess we got a bit carried away," she says with a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She glances at the clock, suddenly aware of how late it is and that they need to get going for school soon. "We'd better hurry, Polo."

Eva nods, trying to keep a straight face as she replies. "It's fine... I don't mind a little rough play now and then." She hops off the bed, grabbing her clothes from where they were tossed around the room last night. "Why don't you head into the shower first? I'll get dressed while you're in there."

As Polo disappears into the bathroom, she can't help but smile to herself, feeling both elated and nervous about their connection. Despite everything that stands between them, they seem unable to resist each other; drawn together like two magnets in a cosmic game of love and lust. Only time will tell what fate has in store for them, but for now, at least they have this moment - and all the moments yet to come.

Eva hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "All right," she says with a shy smile. "Let's do that." She follows Polo into the bathroom, her heart racing as they both step under the steaming hot spray of water. The sensation of being this close to him again is overwhelming, and she can feel her body reacting in spite of herself, growing aroused beneath her own touch.

As they stand together under the shower, their bodies slippery with soap and sweat, Eva wonders how much longer they can keep denying what's between them. The pull is too strong to ignore; the desire that burns in both of their hearts refusing to be silenced. And yet... she knows there are obstacles; complications that make things more complicated than they might seem at first glance. It's a delicate balance, walking this tightrope between love and

As Polo undresses, Eva can't help but admire his physique; the muscles that ripple beneath his skin as he moves, betraying hours spent training and perfecting his body. She feels a familiar stirring within her, a longing to touch him, to be close to him in ways that go beyond mere friendship or casual affection.

With a nervous laugh, she reaches out and brushes a strand of wet hair from his face, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "You know," she whispers, her voice slightly unsteady, "I've been thinking... Maybe we could talk about everything later tonight."

As Eva undresses, her movements are slow and deliberate, as if she's savoring each moment of privacy before they have to face the harsh light of reality again. Her mind is a whirlwind of emotions and possibilities, and she finds herself unable to focus on anything else but Polo and their connection.

With a deep breath, she steps into the shower, the warm water embracing her body like a long-lost lover. The scent of soap mingles with that of their heated skin, creating an intimate atmosphere that leaves them both flushed and breathless. As Polo turns to face her under the steady stream of water, she can't help but notice the tent in his towel, a visual reminder of just how much they mean to each other; how powerful this attraction between them truly is.

Tentatively, she reaches out and touches him, tracing gentle circles

Eva nods, unable to speak as she feels the heat rising in her cheeks. She turns away slightly, biting her lip nervously as she waits for Polo to wash her back. His touch is gentle yet firm; soothing and arousing at the same time. As he massages soap into her skin, his fingers graze across the small of her back, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

It's a surreal moment for both of them, this sharing of such intimate touches beneath the guise of simple hygiene. They know that what they feel goes far deeper than just physical attraction; that their connection runs deeper than mere friendship or casual lust. But acknowledging that truth doesn't make it any easier to confront.

As Polo continues to wash her back, Eva allows herself a brief moment of self-indulgence, savoring the feel of his

Eva lets out a soft moan as Polo's touch sends delicious tingles down her spine. She leans back into him slightly, craving his touch and warmth even more. Her body arches instinctively under the water, pressing against his and seeking deeper contact. The heat of their embrace intensifies, and she feels a building pressure in her core as desire overtakes her senses.

Their shower becomes a playground for exploration; a place where they can lose themselves in each other's touch without the burden of words or worries weighing them down. With every stroke, with every caress, they tell a story of longing and need; of desperate desire that has finally found an outlet in this moment together.

As the water cascades over their entwined forms, they move together as one, lost in the rhythm of their passion. The sounds of skin sla

Eva moans softly as Polo's touch on her back sends waves of pleasure through her. She arches into his touch, needing more of his warmth and strength. Their bodies press together under the water, their hips grinding in perfect synchrony. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still as she feels herself growing wet with desire for him.

Their breath comes faster now, matching the frenzied rhythm of their movements beneath the steady stream of water. Their kisses are hungry and demanding, their tongues tangling in a battle for dominance that only serves to heighten the intensity of their arousal. As Polo continues to massage her back, his hands slide lower, cupping her bottom and squeezing firmly, urging her against his aching erection.

The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in this moment of pure passion, giving

Eva's words send a thrill racing through Polo as he feels her body press against his aching erection. He lets out a sharp groan, his hips arching instinctively into her touch. His hands snake around her waist, pulling her even closer as she reaches lower to cup him through his swim trunks, stroking him slowly and teasingly.

With a growl of desire, Polo pulls her against him, their bodies flush from the contact under the water. He groans into her mouth as she continues to play with him, needing nothing more than this connection; the feel of her skin against his and the taste of her lips on his own. Their kiss deepens, becoming possessive and demanding, mirroring the intensity of their arousal as it builds higher and higher beneath the steady stream of water.

With a final, shuddering gasp, Polo releases himself into Eva

Eva's hand hesitates for a moment as she feels the warmth and weight of Polo's erection through the thin material of his swim trunks. The memory of their lovemaking last night still lingers, making her heart race with anticipation. With a brave smile, she reaches inside, sliding her hand lower to grip him firmly.

Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through Polo; he moans deeply into the kiss as she begins to stroke him slowly and sensually, mirroring the movements that sent them both spiraling into ecstasy last night. His hips buck wildly against her hand, seeking release once more as their lips and tongues dance in a frenzied rhythm.

"Polo..." Eva whispers his name like a prayer, her fingers moving faster on their own accord, desperate to bring him relief from this unbearable desire that consumes them

Eva breaks their kiss for a moment to glance up at Polo, her eyes locked on his as she feels him grow more insistent in her hand. His words send a shiver down her spine and she nods eagerly, opening her mouth to accommodate the thrust of his hips. As he pushes deeper into her mouth, her tongue sweeps around him, tasting his desire and wanting nothing more than to help him find release.

Her movements become rougher now, mirroring the urgency building within her as she feels Polo's control starting to slip away. Her fingers grip him tightly, guiding him toward ecstasy with expert strokes that match the rhythm of their hips grinding together under the water. Their shared moans fill the air around them, a symphony of pleasure and passion as they surrender fully to this moment; to each other.

Eva moans around Polo's length as he pushes deeper into her mouth, her tongue curling and dancing with expertise that matches his growing need for release. Her other hand slides down to cup him through the swim trunks, squeezing and massaging his balls as she takes more of him inside her mouth. The warmth and wetness surrounding him send shockwaves through his body; his hips buck wildly against Eva's skillful touch.

With a final growl, Polo thrusts one last time into her mouth, the hot splash of his release coating her tongue as she moans in approval around him. He collapses against her, their bodies still joined by their hands and the lingering contact from where he filled her mouth just moments ago. Their harsh breathing slowly returns to normal as they cling to each other under the shower, lost in the afterglow of