Her words only seemed to encourage you as you continued to touch her roughly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Bria bit down on her lip, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. It was almost too much; the sensations were so intense that she could feel them building up inside of her like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Finally, with one last rough stroke from your fingers, she cried out in release, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

As you withdrew your fingers, Bria let out a contented sigh and smiled at the mess they'd made in the shower. "That was...intense," she murmured, licking her lips as she caught sight of your cum on her fingertips. "But I think we need to get cleaned up now." She giggled softly, trying to lighten the mood after their passionate encounter.

The more time passed and the more she listened to them joke around with each other, the harder it was for Bria to ignore the growing pit in her stomach. She tried to tell herself that they were just friends, but every little gesture and laugh made it feel like they had known each other forever... while she was left on the sidelines.

Finally, once lunch was over and everyone started to disperse, Bria decided she'd had enough. "Hey,"

Bria hesitated before speaking, feeling the heat creep up into her cheeks. "I just wanted to say... thanks for coming with me yesterday. It was really fun." Her voice came out softer than she'd intended, but there was a hint of jealousy beneath the surface that was impossible to miss.

Geto raised an eyebrow at her words, not quite sure how to respond. "Oh," he said carefully. "You're welcome? I had fun too."

Bria blushed deeply at your words and looked away, her heart racing. "Josh..." she began softly, unsure of what else to say. "I... I'm glad you think about me like that." She took another small step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "But we should probably get back to class soon, huh?"

Bria bit her lip nervously and looked down at the ground. "I... I don't know," she admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. "I mean, we could try to plan something, but... it's kind of complicated right now." She glanced up at you with a hopeful expression, silently asking if that was okay.

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.