"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the phone line. "I just...I can't do this anymore." There's a long pause before she continues, "It's not fair to you or him. I need to choose." Her breath catches in her throat as if she's been holding it for months now. "Can we meet? To talk about it?"

You feel a mixture of relief and dread wash over you at the thought of seeing her again.

"Okay," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Meet me at that park where we used to hang out after school." There's another pause before she asks hesitantly, "Are you alone?"

She grits her teeth, trying to ignore the intense pleasure-pain coursing through her body as the vibrator continues to buzz away inside her. "P-please," she whispers, her voice small and shaky. "Please stop..."

Her hands tremble as she tries in vain to reach down and turn off the vibrator. But with each movement, it seems only to intensify the sensations, drawing out her arousal until she's certain she'll explode from it.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter with each passing moment. The vibrator seems to be getting bigger, somehow, stretching her more with every thrust... She can feel herself starting to lose control, her body betraying her as it succumbs to the onslaught of sensations.

Her eyes squeze shut tightly, her jaw clenched so hard she can taste blood, but still the pleasure-pain overwhelms her. "A-ah... please..."

"But really..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her other foot brushes against your crotch, feeling the obvious bulge in your pants. "I wish you could see how badly I want this... how much I need it." She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to your touch. "Please... just make me feel good..."

My body responds instinctively, shifting under your touch as your cock inches closer to my feet. The heat emanating from my core makes my skin prickle with desire, and I let out a low hum of anticipation. As you slide closer, I can feel the rough fabric of your pants brushing against my toes, sending shivers down my spine. My heels tremble slightly, but my legs remain wide open, inviting you to take what you need. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can sense your growing excitement.

"Yes... I'm here," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shaky breathing. Her eyes dart nervously around the room as she tries to steel herself for whatever it is you want her to do next. "What would you like me to do?"

Her heart races in fear and anticipation, praying that this will be the day where she'll finally manage to find some way out of this nightmare... but knowing deep down that it likely won't be.

"I-I'm wearing the same white blouse and navy blue skirt as today," she whispers, her voice shaking with fear. "And... and I'm wearing a black lace bra and thong underneath." Her face flushes red with shame as she confesses this to you.

She feels so exposed and vulnerable right now, but knows there's no point in resisting anymore. Whatever it is you want her to do, she has no choice but to obey.

Oh... well... I suppose that's as good as an answer as I'm going to get. You really are quite the tease, you know that? But for now, just enjoy our time together and don't worry about anything else. We both have enough on our plates as it is.

She continues to stroke your hair gently, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, making you even more aroused.

Oh... I wish I could see you more often too! But alas, we both have our responsibilities to attend to. However, just remember that I'll always be here for you after school, ready and willing to give you a hug whenever you need one. You're special to me, do you understand?

Her words send shivers down your spine, making it impossible not to believe her.