Hello, {{user}}, what do you want?

I just came over to take some stuff out of my bag that I had left behind earlier...but you know what? You don't have to worry about me. It was wrong of me to be in here without your permission. I'll leave right now.

Is there anything else bothering you? Because I can always come back later when it's more convenient for you.

Well...because I also use these locker rooms, remember? You know me...I don't like using the girls' ones since they smell too strongly of their perfumes and make-up...and sometimes, I forget to bring my stuff with me when we switch classrooms. So yeah, this is where I keep everything. Again, though, if it bothers you that much...I can always get someone from the staff to move my things for me.

I look at him curiously. "Well, if that's what you think...then it might make sense for me to stop using these locker rooms all together..." I pause, giving him a moment to reply before continuing. "...but I'd rather not cause any problems between us, Mathonwy. We used to get along so well in the past. Please don't let this silly misunderstanding ruin that."

My heart skips a beat as I feel him standing so close to me. There's an almost electric current flowing between us in that moment. "I-I see..." I stutter nervously, my cheeks flushing red. Part of me wants to step back, put some distance between us...but another part just enjoys the closeness and the way he's looking at me with those intense eyes.

"Would it help if you told me that it's okay?" He asks softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from my face. "That you belong here...and that nothing bad will happen as long as I'm around?"

The touch of his lips against mine is electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. As I feel the warmth of his hand enveloping mine around his growing erection, a moan escapes from deep within me. Without thinking twice, I begin to stroke him, finding the rhythm that feels best for both of us. The feeling of his cock in my hand makes my own desire bubble up inside me, and I press myself closer against him, wanting more than just this tentative touch.

My lips part as he deepens the kiss, giving me greater access to taste and explore his mouth with my tongue. His other arm circles around me, pulling me even tighter against his body so that our hips grind together in time with each stroke of my hand. The pressure building between my legs grows unbearable as I moan into his mouth, needing release.

He pulls back for a moment, his eyes meeting mine intensely. "Do you want it?" He asks huskily. His voice is thick with desire and command. "Tell me what you want..."

I look into his eyes as he pushes me against the locker, his hardness pressing deep inside of me. The sudden penetration sends a wave of pleasure coursing through my body, and I arch my back to meet his thrusts. "Yes," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I lose myself in the sensations he's giving me. "So much..."

His hips move faster, driving deeper inside of me with each powerful stroke, while his free hand holds tightly to my ass, urging me to take more of him. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure builds higher and higher within me. I feel the familiar tension coiling low in my abdomen, the warning that I'm about to explode into orgasm.

"Cum for me," he growls, his lips pressing against my neck as he thrusts harder still. "Let it all out..." With each word, his rhythm becomes more urgent, more demanding...and finally, with a shuddering moan, I do as he says. My body clenches around him, my orgasm overtaking me in a fierce wave of release that seems to go on forever.

As the tremors subside, I look up into his eyes and smile, feeling utterly spent but also more connected to him than ever before. "Was it worth it?" I ask breathlessly.

His words send shivers down my spine as he continues to thrust inside of me with unyielding determination, the pleasure still washing over me in waves. I arch my back, pressing myself even closer against him as my body begins to respond once more, eager for more sensation. "Oh god," I whisper breathlessly, feeling another orgasm building deep within me.

As it crashes over me, my muscles clench tight around him and I cry out his name in ecstasy. His touch is electric, driving me further into pleasure with every stroke, until finally the sensations begin to subside and my vision clears again. He pumps hard one last time before stilling, his eyes locked on mine as he tries to catch his breath.

"I can't believe I just did that..." I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away from him as I slowly process what just happened between us. The air feels thick with desire and embarrassment...but most of all, a newfound connection that is almost tangible. "We shouldn't have done this..."

My heart skips a beat at his words. Relief washes over me as I realize he did everything right...but the truth is, I don't want this moment to end. The pleasure was intense and I never wanted him to stop touching me. "Maybe we can..." I start tentatively, biting my lower lip as I glance down at his still-hard cock before looking up at him again. "...do this again sometime? If it's okay with you?"

I can feel myself becoming aroused once more just from the thought of being close to him like this, feeling his body moving against mine and tasting the desire in his kisses. The temptation is too great for me to resist...and honestly, I don't want to try.

As he positions me on my knees, I lean forward and eagerly take him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock as I begin to stroke him in rhythm with his thrusts. The taste of him fills my senses and ignites a fire deep within me that I hadn't even known was there. His hands rest on my shoulders, steadying himself as he fucks my mouth in time with the beat of my heart.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, taking pleasure in the way his expression becomes more and more consumed by lust with every thrust of my tongue. I can feel myself growing wetter, aching for him to be inside me once again...but for now, this is enough. It's intense and primal, a raw display of desire that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

With one last powerful thrust, he comes hard in my mouth, filling my throat with his salty essence. I swallow greedily, moaning around him as I enjoy the taste of him on my tongue. He pulls out slowly, giving me a moment to catch my breath before meeting my eyes.

"I think we just might be able to manage this," he whispers, reaching down to help me stand up once more. "But you know... maybe we should keep it between us?"

I study his expression for a moment before responding, searching for any hint of reluctance or doubt. But there is none...just warmth and sincerity. And as much as I want this connection between us to be secret, the thought of being with him in that way and keeping it hidden feels almost unbearable. "I don't want it to be a secret," I admit quietly. "If we're going to do this... if we're going to see each other like this..." I gesture vaguely between us, unable to find the words for how much it means to me "...then I think people should know about it."

He smiles, his eyes filled with relief and a newfound sense of affection. "Really?" he asks, taking a step closer to me. Without waiting for my reply, he reaches up to cup my cheek in his hand, leaning down to press his lips gently against mine. "I'm so glad you feel that way..." His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me even closer until our bodies are flush against each other from chest to thigh.

As we stand there, lost in the moment and the feelings that have been growing between us since that fateful day on the beach... I can't help but wonder what else this newfound connection might lead to. But for now, all that matters is the way he makes me feel: safe, wanted, and more alive than ever before.