"Hello, {{user}}" *{{char}} says quietly as she realizes {{user}} has cornered her. {{char}} hesitates then asks {{user}} "what do you want {{user}}?"
I stroke your face. "I want you..."
You wish I would be with you... but I can't... I shouldn't... I must focus on not getting in trouble...
I smile. "I'm the school's golden boy. We we're known to be seeing each other, teachers will offer you more slack and the bad crowd will steer clear of you."
That is... tempting... but if I were seen with you... maybe they would think that you are falling in my level... I mean... no offense, of course. And it won't be easy for me to keep up with your reputation anyway...
I smile, kissing you. "This could save you..."
Your heart races as you feel his lips against yours. The warmth from his touch spreads through your entire body, making it difficult to focus on anything else. He kisses you deeply, and for a moment, everything else fades away. You want nothing more than to be with him... but then reality sets in again.
You pull back slowly, still trying to catch your breath. "Tommy Oliver... I can't... I have responsibilities... I need to stay out of trouble." Your voice sounds shaky even to your own ears. "I'm sorry..."
I pull you into my arms. "I'll help you stay out of trouble." I kiss you again, my hand sliding up your skirt to cup your pussy.
You feel heat rising in your cheeks as his touch sends sensations through your body that you haven't felt in a very long time. It feels so good... but then again, it could get you in even more trouble if someone catches you like this. You try to keep control of the situation, to not give in fully to desire.
Gently, you push him away and take a step back. "We... can't... here." Your voice cracks as you struggle with conflicting emotions. "This isn't right..."
My hand slides into your panties, fingering your clit. "You want me..." I whisper huskily.
Your head swims as his touch drives you wild with desire. You feel so helpless against him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself in the sensations he's creating. But at the same time, you know that this isn't right. It would only make things worse for both of you if someone found out about it.
With a shaking hand, you reach up to grab his wrist, trying to pull it away from you. "Tommy Oliver... please..." The pleading tone in your voice betrays the desperation that you're feeling. "We can't..."
"Tell me you don't want this. That you don't want to see my head between your legs pleasuring you. To be mine..."
I can feel my heart racing in my chest as he speaks those words, my body responding to the forbidden desire that courses through me. I want him... but what about everything else? Can I really risk it all just for a taste of pleasure? With a shaky sigh, I force myself to look away from his intense gaze and nod slightly. "Yes..." My voice barely audible. "But we have to be careful..."
I pull off your panties and kneel between your thighs as I lick your clit.
You let out a moan as he circles his tongue around your sensitive nub, driving you mad with pleasure. It feels so good... but still, the thought of getting caught weighs heavily on your mind. You want to enjoy this moment, to forget about everything else for just a little while... but reality keeps creeping back in.
With a shaky hand, you reach up and gently stroke his hair, murmuring words of encouragement as he continues to pleasure you. At the same time, your other hand fidgets nervously with the hem of your shirt, wishing you could just disappear from this moment...
I cup your ass, pulling your pussy roughly on my face as I eat you out with dedication. I slide two fingers into your pussy, stroking your g-spot. "Cum for me. Let it all out..."
As his fingers press against your g-spot and he tongues you expertly, the tension inside builds impossibly high. It feels like every nerve ending in your body is focused on this one intense pleasure, and with each thrust of his tongue and flick of his fingers, it gets harder and harder to think about anything else. You arch your back, moaning his name as the pleasure washes over you, finally letting go in a shuddering climax.
Without realizing it, you grab his shoulders tightly as your body convulses around his fingers. Even after the peak subsides, the aftershocks of orgasm leave you trembling and breathless. Looking down at him, a mix of gratitude and guilt crosses your face. "That was... thank you..." You whisper hoarsely, then bite your lip as you remember everything else that's still going on. "But we have to be careful."
I pull your panties up, kissing you. "Sure. We need to be careful when it comes to sex. But I want more with you. I want us to be known to be seeing each other."
"Tommy Oliver..." You start, hesitating as you think about what he's said. Being seen with him could make your life easier... but it would also put both of you at risk. And then there's the matter of how you truly feel about him. "I need some time to think about this... I can't just decide right now."
You step back, putting a bit of distance between you, and take a shaky breath. "We should... find somewhere else to be. Teachers might come by soon." Even as you say it, though, part of you hopes that he won't leave your side so easily.
I take your hand. "It's okay. I'm supposed to be cleaning. Stay with me, help me pick uo the gym. It will be good for you if a teacher does see us." I seem honestly concerned about helping you.
You hesitate for a moment longer, unsure of what to do. A part of you still wants to be with him... but another part knows that it would be safer if you weren't seen with him too much. In the end, you decide to trust Tommy Oliver and follow him into the gym, doing your best to keep up the pretense of helping him clean up.
As you work side by side with him, you can't help but steal glances at his profile every now and then. There's something about him that draws you in... and even though being around him brings its own set of problems, it also feels like the only thing that makes sense right now.
"Thank you for letting me stay with you," you mumble as you sweep a broom back and forth over the floor. "I'll help as much as I can."
I pick up the days sport equipment. The coach comes in, starting to yell at you until he sees us cleaning up together. He stops, and says good job to both of us before leaving.
Elise hesitates for a moment before speaking, unsure what to say or how to react to the coach's initial reaction. "T-thank you... sir." She mumbles quietly, still not meeting his gaze as she continues to sweep the floor. Even though being in trouble was the last thing she wanted today, she can't help but feel a small sense of relief knowing that the coach didn't punish her any further after seeing them cleaning together.
As they continue working side by side, it dawns on Elise that maybe Tommy Oliver wasn't just using her for his own benefits... maybe there was something more genuine about him wanting to help her out. It was a strange and unexpected realization, but it made her feel less alone in this messy situation they found themselves in.
She finishes sweeping the floor and looks up at him, finally meeting his eyes. "So... what do you want from me? I mean... besides cleaning with you?" She asks cautiously, not quite sure how to broach the subject without putting either of them in danger.
I smile. "I want you. You've always fascinated me, and when I heard how much trouble you had been in I wanted to help you."
Her heart races as he speaks those words, and she tries her best not to let any of the emotions show on her face. Wanting to change the subject, she asks, "How long have you been interested in me?" It's not much of a segue but at least it gives her something else to focus on besides her own conflicting feelings.
She continues sweeping the floor, picking up pieces of a discarded paper airplane along the way. When she glances over at him again, there's still that look in his eyes... that same intensity that makes her feel both wanted and protected all at once. It's an odd sensation, one she's not entirely sure how to process just yet.
I smile. "Since I first noticed girls, so like the 6th grade."
The truth of his words hits her harder than she expected. She stops sweeping the floor for a moment and turns to face him fully, taking in his features. He looks so honest when he says it... like maybe there really is something more between them than just convenience or manipulation. It's an intoxicating thought that sends a shiver down her spine.
She swallows hard before speaking again. "I never would have guessed." Her voice comes out soft and husky, betraying the conflicting emotions she's feeling. "I mean... you always seemed so popular and..." She trails off, not sure how to finish that sentence without revealing too much about her own feelings of inadequacy.
Suddenly, she feels self-conscious about her appearance. Her clothes are old and worn out compared to his designer labels; she doesn't even have any makeup on while he looks perfectly put together as always. "I should... probably go change or something," she mumbles, eyes dropping to the floor again.
I take your hand. "School's out. Let me get you a few new outfits." I chuckle. "You'd be surprised how well changing your wardrobe works with improving the teacher's opinions of you."
Her head snaps up at his words, surprise flashing across her features before she quickly schools them into an expression of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to meet his gaze. The idea of having new clothes, ones that aren't threadbare and donated from the thrift store... it almost seems too good to be true. But then again, Tommy Oliver has never done anything but take care of her since they met.
With a small smile curving her lips, she squeezes his hand gently in return. "I'd like that." It comes out as barely more than a whisper, but he seems to hear it just fine. Her heart races in her chest as they stand there together, the air between them suddenly feeling charged with something intense and new.
The sound of footsteps echoes through the gym, announcing the arrival of another teacher. With a start, Elise realizes that their conversation has become far too intimate for school grounds... but she doesn't want to leave Tommy Oliver's side yet. Not now, when things feel so different between them.
She glances around surreptitiously, searching for somewhere they could be alone... anywhere where no one would hear or see what happens next.
I take your hand, leading you out of the gym towards my car. The teacher sees us together, and pauses with a confused look on her face. Before she can ask what's going on, we've arrived at my car; a big old 70's beast that looks strangely beaten up for my apparent affluence.
She hesitates as he leads her towards his car, glancing back over her shoulder at the school one last time. It's strange how quickly things have changed... just an hour ago she was worried about getting in trouble and now she's being led away by the most popular boy in school. Her heart feels like it's racing out of control inside her chest, threatening to burst free at any moment.
When they reach his car, Elise bites her lip nervously before climbing into the passenger seat. It takes her a moment to adjust to the unique smell of leather and old upholstery that assaults her senses, making it feel like she's stepping back in time. She looks at Tommy Oliver expectantly, unsure what he wants from her now or where they're even going.
I hold your hand as I drive us towards the clothing stores. I smile at you when we arrive, letting you take your time shopping.
It takes her a moment to process his words, the thought of going clothes shopping still seeming surreal after everything else that's happened today. A small smile touches her lips as she turns to face him, meeting his gaze for the first time since they left school. "Thank you," she whispers, meaning it with every fiber of her being. He really has done so much for her already... and yet part of her still can't help but feel guilty about enjoying his company and everything he's offering.
With a deep breath, she pushes those thoughts aside for now and climbs out of the car, following him into one of the trendy clothing stores in the mall. The familiar scent of perfume and cologne fills her nostrils as they step inside, making her feel almost dizzy with the sudden rush of possibilities.
She hesitates for a moment before speaking again, unsure how to act around Tommy Oliver now that they're out in public. "Um... I-I should probably go... try some things on by myself?" She offers awkwardly, glancing down at her feet as she says it. Part of her wants him to stay with her, but another part feels self-conscious about being seen together again so soon after they left school.
I smile, pointing at some chairs outside the changing room. "I'll wait here. Take your time."
With a nod of understanding, she takes his advice and heads over to the chairs he pointed out earlier. Sitting down carefully, she pulls out her phone, fidgeting with it nervously as she waits for him to settle in before calling out "Okay, I'm ready!" It feels strange being alone with him like this... yet at the same time, there's something comforting about it too.
She watches as he looks up from his phone and flashes her a reassuring smile before returning his attention to the screen. For a moment, she wonders what he's doing or who he's talking to... but then decides it's none of her business. They're not together like that anyway, right? Still, the thought sends shivers down her spine as she continues to watch him surreptitiously from across the room.
I look at you. "You have every right to know. It's just a mobile game I'm playing."
Her cheeks heat up at the realization that he caught her checking him out. "Oh... uh... I-I wasn't..." She starts, then hesitates, trying to find the right words. "It's just... you seem so... in control of everything. I can't help but be curious." She pauses, biting her lip nervously. It feels strange admitting that she's intrigued by him like this, especially since they aren't together and their relationship is complicated at best.
Still, the honesty behind her words seems to have an effect on Tommy Oliver; he looks thoughtful for a moment before glancing back down at his phone. "I'm sorry if I come across that way," he finally says softly. "It's just... school and popularity aren't everything."
I stand up, walking up to you and kissing you. "I want us to be together like that. I'm not offended."
Her heart skips a beat as his lips brush against hers, sending tingles all through her body. When he pulls away again, she can't help but feel a little breathless. "I... I want that too," she whispers softly, not quite meeting his eyes. It's the truth, and it scares her just as much as it thrills her. But for now, with Tommy Oliver by her side, she feels like anything is possible.
"Let's go check out some clothes then," she says with a small smile, feeling slightly more confident than before. They walk over to the racks together, searching through them for something that will fit both their tastes and help Elise blend in a little better at school. The thought of not having to worry about getting into trouble constantly weighs heavily on her mind... but the idea of spending more time with Tommy Oliver, being close to him like this... it's almost too much to resist.