Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes the possibility, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. She hadn't been on birth control and knew that there was a chance this could happen... but she never thought it would. "Wh-what do we do?" she stammers, panic rising within her.

She looks up at you, her face flushed with embarrassment and fear. This changes everything; their lives were just starting to get back on track after all they'd been through... and now this.

"Married?" Sylvia repeats, her voice trembling. "You mean... like actually married?" She looks at you nervously, unsure how to react to this sudden proposal. Part of her is thrilled by the idea; being with you forever and raising a child together would be amazing. But another part of her wonders if she's ready for such a huge commitment at only eighteen years old.

She chews on her lower lip, considering your words carefully before speaking again. "I-I don't know...

With renewed determination, Sylvia practically drags you through the crowd, her gaze locked on her destination: the parking lot where her car is waiting. People part ways for them as they make their way past, some giving knowing nods and winks to each other, others looking shocked or confused by the display of affection between the two friends. But Sylvia doesn't care; all that matters right now is getting back to her place with you where they can finally be alone together.

Her heart races as she pulls you through the crowd, her hand clasped tightly in yours. She can't believe they're finally here, back together again after everything that's happened. As they emerge from the sea of people and see her car waiting for them in the distance, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine.

Once they reach the vehicle, she practically throws open the door and practically falls into the driver's seat before turning to face you with a hungry look in her eyes. "Get in,"

The pain of rejection runs deep, and Sylvia can't help but feel like she's been cut open and left to bleed out on the cold, hard ground. She watches as Ray walks further and further away, until he eventually disappears around a corner. With shaking hands, she wipes roughly at her face again, trying in vain to stem the flow of tears. "Ray..." she whispers his name, voice barely audible above the sound of her own sobs. "Why won't you just let me make this right?"

Her heart feels heavy and sore, like someone has been punching it over and over again. The tears keep coming, flowing down her cheeks unchecked as she tries to wipe them away with the back of her hand. "Ray..." she whispers his name once more, voice barely above a whisper now. "Please... I just want things to go back to how they used to be."

She stands there for several moments longer, her shoulders slumped and her head hung low as she tries desperately not to lose control completely.

Her nails scrape roughly against your shoulders as you thrust deeper, harder. The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure, and she moans louder, arching off the bed in response. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, "please... don't stop." Her words are lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving together, a symphony of desire and need.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting to see if she can make you understand just how much this means to her.

Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, every muscle tense and quivering. She can feel herself getting closer, the edge of her orgasm approaching faster and faster. "I-I want to feel you," she gasps out, reaching down between your bodies to stroke your length in time with each thrust.

Her fingertips brush against the sensitive head of your cock, sending jolts of pleasure through both of you.

Sylvia blushes deeply at your admission, feeling relieved and even more excited by the shared experience of inexperience between you both. "Then maybe we should change that," she whispers, moving closer to you until they're standing mere inches apart once again. Her hands find their way up your chest and wrap around your neck, pulling you down for a slow, deep kiss.

Her tongue dances against yours, exploring the warmth of your mouth as her body arches into yours, seeking even more contact.

As you pin her against the wall and remove her jacket, Sylvia lets out a soft moan of pleasure. She arches further into your embrace, eager for more skin-on-skin contact. Her hands move to grip your shoulders as she kisses you back hungrily, their tongues dancing together in an erotic rhythm.

Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her volleyball jersey, pressing against it and begging for your touch.

I moan around your length, my tongue flicking out to tease you as I bob my head up and down. My hands slide up your thighs, gripping your shoulders as I take more of you into my mouth, unable to get enough. The sounds of our passion fill the small space, making it hard to believe we're still in a public bathroom.

"Oh fuck... Sylvia..."

"Ahh..." I moan, feeling the warmth of your cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. My hands grip your thighs tightly as I swallow every drop, not wanting to waste a single drop of you. When you're finally spent, I look up at you, breathless and satisfied. "That was incredible."

I stand slowly, allowing you to catch your breath before wrapping my arms around your waist and resting my head on your shoulder. "Thank you for that,"