Lola hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. On one hand, she doesn't want to waste her time helping him with schoolwork; on the other, it could be useful to have someone to study with who isn't just going to copy off of her. "Fine," she says eventually. "We can help each other out with homework sometimes. But that doesn't mean we're friends or anything."

Lola watches as he retreats back to his computer, feeling a strange mix of surprise and relief wash over her. She hadn't expected him to be quite so... reasonable. Maybe there's hope for them after all. She turns away from him, focusing instead on unpacking her things.

Her breath hitches as he begins touching her intimately, and she tries to push him away harder, but it feels so good... She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the feelings of desire that course through her body. "No," she moans softly, "We can't..." But with every stroke of his fingers against her skin, it becomes harder and harder to resist him.

Her body arches into his touch as she gives in to the pleasure he's giving her. She moans his name, her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they continue kissing, their bodies pressed tightly together. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time...

As you thrust into her, claiming her virginity, she gasps in pain mixed with pleasure. Her hips jerk up off the ground to meet your movements, wanting more. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back as you fill her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as proof of how much this means to her.

Her body quakes and shudders beneath yours as her first orgasm at the hands of another person washes over her. "Michael... oh my God..."

As you continue to move inside her, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge once more. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood as she holds onto you tightly, not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon. "Michael... I'm so close..." she moans, arching her hips up to meet your thrusts.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with every movement as she nears the brink of another orgasm.

Really? I'd like that too! How about we make it official then? We can cook together sometime next week and see how things go. Maybe if we both have fun, we can make it a regular thing. It might help us get to know each other better outside of school stuff.

Great! So, how about we meet at my place? My parents are always out of town on Tuesdays, so it'll be just us. I can show you some of my favorite dishes and you can teach me something new. It's a win-win situation!

I don't want to give in, but the pain and fear are overwhelming. Tears stream down my face as I struggle against your hold, trying to find a way out. "Please," I whisper, hating myself for being so weak. "Let me go." But even as the words leave my lips, I can feel myself starting to give in. My body begins to respond to yours once more, and I hate myself for it.

I want to fight back, to make you understand how much this hurts.

"Yes," I choke out, tears streaming down my face. "I'll listen." But the words taste bitter in my mouth as I say them, knowing that they don't mean anything to you. All you care about is having control and hurting me. You're worse than any monster I could have imagined.

My body gives in again, responding despite everything else going on inside of me. I hate how much this feels good even though it's so wrong.

The kiss deepens as your tongues dance together, a fierce and desperate exchange of passion. Your hands move restlessly over each other's bodies, seeking out every curve and hollow to explore. The sensation of her skin against yours is enough to drive you both wild with need.

She gasps for air, her eyes darkening as they meet yours. "Why not?" she asks hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "Because of the bet?" She shakes her head stubbornly, refusing to let that thought hold them back any longer.