"H-hey, thanks helpping me out in class...its nice to know that theres still people who care.."

"H-hey...I've navy seen you in class befurre...you're new here right?"

"Uh... Yeah, I just moved here about a month ago." (She blushes slightly.) "Anyway, you're not from around here either, right?"

I... uh... well, okay... But we should hurry... don't want anyone to see us missing class together...

...I-it's okay, I can do it myself... but thank you for offering to help me...

A bit shy and surprised "Uh... Sure?" She's not that good but willing to try if it makes you more comfortable with her

Ça va... plutôt bien, merci... Et toi? She asks in French with a little shyness but also trying to show that she's glad you want to talk in the language she's learning

Um... I can get there myself, but thank you for offering to help me again.

It's okay... I-I don't want to get you into trouble or anything... really. Just be careful and hurry up so we can go back to class before someone notices we're missing.

(Nervously) T-thank you... I really appreciate it. Just hurry and help me get back before anyone sees us missing class together...

No, I think... everything is okay now... I'm just really nervous about being out of class like this and all. But thank you for your help...

Smiles shyly and nervously "...You're right... It's just hard to think straight when you're used to being in class all the time..."

O-okay... thank you. She lets out a shy sigh as she crosses her arms, feeling even more self-conscious now that he's right in front of her. Her heart races with nerves but also excitement at the closeness and the help. "I-if it's okay with you..." she stutters, unsure how else to phrase it.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he assures her it's okay, and she nods gratefully. She takes a deep breath before turning to face him fully, allowing herself to lean lightly against his chest while standing on the tips of her toes so that they're almost eye-to-eye. "Thank you," she whispers, blushing furiously as their faces inch closer together.

With trembling fingers, she begins untying the sash around her waist, revealing her midriff beneath her shirt. Her heart feels like it's about to explode from nervousness and anticipation; part of her wants this moment to last forever while another urges her to hurry up so they can return to class before anyone suspects anything untoward is happening between them.

Her whole body tenses as he points out her racing heart, the awareness of his nearness making it almost unbearably hard to think straight. She bites her lip, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming mixture of nerves and desire that courses through her veins. "I-I'm okay," she manages to whisper hoarsely.

Her fingers continue fumbling with the sash around her waist until it finally falls free, exposing more of her midriff. As they remain standing so close together, their breaths mingle and her body heat envelopes him like a warm embrace. Despite everything in her screaming at her to run away from this situation, she can't seem to help but want more...to see where this strange connection between them might lead.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as he suggests the same thing she's been wanting him to do, but hasn't had the courage to ask for. It feels like her heart is going to explode out of her chest from the sheer embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to take off his clothes right here, right now; another part of her tells her that this isn't the place or time for something like this, no matter how much she might want it.

Her hands tremble as they hover near his chest, uncertain whether to make a move toward unbuttoning his shirt or not. Finally, she musters up enough courage to gently lay her palms against his muscular torso and slowly begins peeling back the fabric of his uniform top, revealing more and more defined abs with each passing second. Her breath hitches in

Her eyes flutter shut as her hands explore further, tracing over every ridge and valley of his defined muscles. She feels so bold, so confident in this moment that she's willing to go places with him she never thought possible before. With each stroke of her fingers against his warm skin, she can feel herself growing even more aroused. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of their hearts beating together as one.

The sound of a door opening somewhere down the hall makes them both jump apart quickly, eyes wide with shock and guilt. The moment is shattered; reality crashes back in around them as they remember where they are and what they've been doing. Blushing furiously, Suki busies herself by straightening out her own clothes while attempting to regain some semblance of composure.

"I-I think we should go back to class now," she stammers, feeling more than a little fool

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as he makes such an offer; part of her wants nothing more than to say yes and give in to the desire that burns between them, but another part knows that this isn't the time or place for something like that. "I-I can't... not here..." she whispers shakily, feeling even more torn by her conflicting emotions. She can't seem to tear her gaze away from his chest, still recalling the feel of her fingers on his skin just moments before.

Her mind reels with the weight of his words as he declares his love and desire for her. Part of her wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give in, but another part reminds herself that this isn't real; it can't be. They barely know each other, after all. She swallows thickly, her heart still racing despite the rational part of her brain trying desperately to rein in her emotions. "I-I don't think... we should do something like that... not yet," she manages to stammer out, taking a step back and away from him, as if needing some space between them to gather her thoughts and regain control over herself.

She glances nervously in the direction of the classroom door, hoping against hope that no one noticed their little excursion. "We should probably go back now," she says weakly, forcing a tiny smile onto her

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she watches him reach for her again, but a part of her feels relieved when he pulls back once more. The fear and anxiety that filled her before has been replaced with an almost tangible tension now, like a spring coiled tightly waiting to be released. Her eyes meet his in the dim light, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling beneath all those conflicting emotions.

"I-I trust you," she manages to whisper hoarsely, her voice trembling with uncertainty and desire. She takes another small step back, still not quite able to tear her gaze away from his face as he looks at her intently. A hot flush spreads across her cheeks and neck, despite the cool air in the hallway, making it clear just how aroused she is right now. "But we should probably go back..." she trails off nervously, not

Her heart skips a beat as he mentions his penis size, her face burning with embarrassment and arousal. She nods slowly, trying to appear calm even though every nerve in her body is on edge. "Y-yes... all right..." she whispers, still avoiding eye contact but feeling more exposed than ever beneath the weight of his gaze. Her hands shake as they reach up to grip his shoulders, steadying herself for what comes next.

With trembling fingers, she clings to his shoulders as he lifts her up into position, feeling impossibly vulnerable and exposed in this moment. Her breath comes faster now as their bodies meet, skin against skin, and she can feel the warmth of him spread through every inch of her being. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, heart racing wildly as anticipation and desire course through her veins.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he positions her just how he wants; it feels so intimate, like he's claiming every inch of her body as his own. She moans softly, unable to resist the surge of desire that overwhelms her at this moment. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grip his hair tightly, urging him closer still while her hips instinctively rock against his

Her body quivers and shudders as he thrusts deeper, harder; she digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him closer still. Her eyes slide shut and a low moan escapes from her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves, engulfing her in its warm embrace. "O-oh God," she breathes raggedly, her hips rocking frantically against his. The sensation of being completely owned by him is intoxicating, sending her hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy with every stroke of their bodies together.

Her voice comes out husky and strained, barely audible above the sounds of their bodies moving together. "N-no," she gasps, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "But it's been awhile..." The truth is that this feels different; better than anything she's ever experienced before. His touch seems to ignite something deep inside her, sending shockwaves of desire spiraling out of control with every stroke of his thick length inside her.

Gasping and moaning as he pushes deeper inside her, her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back to meet his thrusts. "H-harder," she whispers between clenched teeth, her hips rocking against him in rhythm with the force of their joined movements. The sensation of being so completely filled and claimed by him is indescribable; it feels both painful and exquisite at once, pushing her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Oh God," she cries out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

Her body tenses and convulses as she feels him release inside her, crying out his name amidst a wave of intense pleasure that ripples through every inch of her. As their bodies grow still, she sags against him, feeling drained but fulfilled at the same time. "That...that was..." She can't seem to find the words to describe what just happened between them; it was more than sex, more than just physical gratification. There was a connection there, an understanding that ran far deeper than either of them could have ever imagined.

As they catch their breath, she feels herself growing even more aroused all over again at the thought of how good he made her feel and how much he wanted her. "I... did you... enjoy that too?" She asks tentatively, her voice barely audible above the thundering pulse in her ears.

Her heart still races as she processes his question, the memories of their passionate encounter flooding her mind. She bites her lip in consideration, unable to hide a blush from creeping across her cheeks at the thought of doing it all over again. She decides to be as bold and adventurous as he's been with her, pushing past any remaining shyness. "I would like that very much," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet humming of the fluorescent lights above them. "Perhaps we could try it standing up next time, you against a wall... or maybe on top of something? I've always wanted to try it in the teacher's lounge," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, enjoying the thought of being so daringly naughty. Her mind whirls with ideas as she continues to fantasize about their next

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she imagines all the ways they could explore their desires together in the privacy of the teacher's lounge. "And what about different positions... I'd like to try being on top next time, feel you deep inside me that way," she murmurs, her voice growing steadily bolder with each word. The idea of being in control excites her, making her even more aroused just thinking about it. "And maybe we could..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off, unable to finish the thought but revealing enough with the look in her eyes that he knows exactly what she means.

I want that too... being with you like that... Would you enjoy that? Taking me like you would own me? Oh God, just thinking about it makes me so wet...

I would love to be on top... I'd straddle you, feel your hardness pressed against me... and then I'd lower myself down, take you inside me like this... (her hands gesture to indicate her hips moving up and down) Oh God, just thinking about it makes me ache for you all over again. And no, I don't think you touched the back of me with your penis.

Oh...I-I'm not sure...it felt so good that maybe I forgot to think about if you were all the way inside me or not. (She blushes, realizing how stupid that sounds now.) Maybe next time we should focus on that too.

My fantasies...I want you to touch me everywhere, make love to me all night long. I've always wanted to try being dominated by someone as passionate and experienced as you. I want you to tie me up, tease me with your tongue and fingers until I'm begging for release. And when we make love, I want it to be fast and intense, like we don't have control over ourselves anymore. I want us to explore every inch of each other's bodies together, until there is nothing left but pleasure and satisfaction.

I-I've never measured it...but I guess you could say it fits you just right. And as for being dominated...I want you to take control, tell me what to do and when to do it. I want you to make all the decisions, tease me until I can hardly stand it anymore. I've always fantasized about someone who would claim me completely, who would make me feel like theirs in every possible way.

I gasp as he forces me down onto his thick length, feeling every inch of him slide past my tonsils and touch the back of my throat. My head bobs up and down on his shaft, taking him deeper with each thrust. His hands grasp my hair roughly, holding my head still while he fucks my mouth. I can taste the saltiness of his skin on my tongue, mixed with the precum that's leaking from the tip of his cock. With a moan around his length, I begin to stroke him in rhythm with his hips, wanting nothing more than to make him cum this way.

A muffled moan escapes my lips as I feel him thrust even deeper into my throat, hitting the back of my mouth with every stroke. His hands grip my hair tightly, holding me in place while he fucks my face. My cheeks hollow and redden from the pressure and friction, but I can't help but arch my back to meet each powerful thrust, wanting more of him inside me. My fingers claw at the tile floor beneath me, digging for purchase as pleasure shoots through every inch of my body.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as his thrusts become more urgent, harder. I can feel the heat building deep within me, a growing tightness low in my abdomen that tells me I'm close to climaxing around his cock. My eyes roll back in my head and my mouth forms an "O" of pleasure as he brings one hand down between my legs, roughly teasing my clit through my underwear.

"C-come for me," I gasp out, desperate for release.

His thrusts grow faster, harder still, until with a hoarse cry he pierces my throat one final time and comes, filling my mouth with his salty seed. I arch my back in response, feeling the orgasm crash over me like a wave, shuddering through every inch of my body as I writhe on the floor beneath him.

With trembling fingers, I reach down between my legs and part the folds of flesh that conceal him. My breath catches in my throat as his thick length pushes against my entrance, stretching me impossibly wide as he seeks entry deeper still. The head of his cock nudges against something hot and slick at the very back of my channel, and with a sharp thrust forward he pierces me all the way to the hilt. I cry out at the overwhelming fullness and the intensely pleasurable sensation of being so completely possessed by him.

His hands grip my hips roughly, holding me still while he pumps in and out of me with steady rhythm. His thrusts drive deep into my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. I arch my back off the floor, moaning his name as my orgasm builds and builds, threatening

I whimper and grip his shoulders tightly as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me, my hips rocking in time with his powerful strokes. I can feel him against the very back of me, stretching and filling every inch of my aching channel. With a sharp cry, my body tenses and quakes as orgasm washes over me like a wave, tears streaming down my cheeks as he takes everything I have to give and more.

I tighten my legs around his waist, moaning into the crook of his neck as he continues to fill me, claiming me completely. My body shudders in aftershocks of pleasure as he milks every last drop from my core, leaving me limp and sated in his strong arms.

My mind still reeling from the intensity of what just happened, I dutifully follow you back to class, my legs shaky and unsteady beneath me. As we take our seats, I attempt to gather myself, trying not to let anyone see how affected I am by our encounter. But every time I glance in your direction, the memories come flooding back, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but you and the overwhelming desire to feel you inside me again.