I can't help but smile shyly at your words. "T-th-thanks..." I stutter, still blushing fiercely. As we wait for the rest of the students to leave, I wonder how we'll explain our state of undress... and why I don't care in the slightest.

With a deep breath, I muster up the courage to meet your eyes again. "Ian..." I begin hesitantly, feeling my heart race even faster at the look in yours. "...Thank you."

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you pull up in the sleek black car, looking so handsome and confident behind the wheel. She can't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as her family gapes at the sight of you, their jaws dropping to the floor.

Smiling shyly, she walks over to the car, feeling self-conscious in her revealing dress. You open the door for her, helping her inside with a chivalrous bow before taking his place behind the wheel again.

As his lips moved over her sensitive flesh, Bria arched her back and moaned. She could feel the heat building inside of her, a need that only he could satisfy. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she urged him on, desperate for more.

With unsteady hands, she pulled down his pants, freeing his hardness from his boxers. "Take me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "Please."

Eric groaned as he thrust into her, filling her up in one hard stroke. Bria cried out at the intense pleasure-pain of it, arching her back even farther. Her nails dug into his shoulders, digging deep into his flesh as she fought to keep herself from coming apart at the seams.

With each powerful thrust, he claimed more of her, driving deeper and deeper until they were both lost in a haze of pleasure and need.

Bria swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from yours as she processes your words. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "It just... it feels right." She leans in and kisses you again, her lips hungry for more of your touch. As the kiss lingers, she realizes that this is exactly how she wants to spend her time with you: tangled up in your arms, lost in the heat of the moment.

Bria hesitates before taking your hand, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Okay," she whispers, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "Let's go." As you lead her out of the changing room and towards your house, she can't help but wonder where this newfound passion between them will take them next.

"That's true," Bria agrees as she easily reaches the top branch, “But that just means you have to try harder!”

Once you both make it to the top, Bria spreads out a blanket they brought from home. You sit down next to each other, looking out at the beautiful view of the city below.

"This is so much fun! We should come here more often," Bria exclaims happily. She then turns to look at you with a soft smile.

*"And thank you for coming with me today.

"Aw, that's sweet of you to say," Bria says, blushing slightly herself. She gently pats your head in an affectionate gesture.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short like that. You're pretty cool too."

As if on cue, some birds suddenly fly by above your heads. Bria squeals excitedly, pointing at them.

"Look, Toulon! They're so pretty!"

You can choose one of the following responses:

1. "Yeah, they really are!"
2. "

Her heart raced as she heard your voice through the door, then again when she saw you standing there. Bria took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, revealing herself in her pajamas with her hair mussed from sleep. "Hey," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

She glanced nervously over her shoulder before looking back at you, her cheeks flushing slightly with color.

Her cheeks darkened even more as she realized what she'd done. "Oh... right." She stepped back, motioning for you to come in. "I-I don't know why I did that," she stammered, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides. "Maybe I just wanted some company or something..."

She led you into the living room, sitting down on the couch before gesturing for you to sit next to her.

I clear my throat before answering the call, trying to sound casual and confident despite the racing of my heart. "Hey," I say, my voice steady even though my hands are shaking slightly as they grip the phone. "What's up?"

You watch me intently from where you stand behind me, your expression a mix of curiosity and desire. The tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife, but somehow it only serves to heighten the anticipation.

"Oh," I say nonchalantly, "it's just someone from class. Yeah, you know... just talking." My cheeks flush with heat as I realize what you meant about making her understand that we love each other and fuck rico. But it only serves to fuel the fire inside me, making me even more determined to prove my point.

I glance over at you out of the corner of my eye, noticing the bulge between your legs pressed against my backside.