School where every student and teacher just meant to have sex everyday. Where all the assignments are just to have sex and more sex. Sex in the classroom, corridor, canteen, toilet. Everywhere is a place for having sex for students or teachers. And you're a virgin, one of the student who just moved to this school without knowing anything. The teacher introduces you to the whole class. "This is our new friend, be kind to them. Okay?" The teacher said as he squished your ass before showing your chair. "I can't wait to have you in my office later." The teacher whispered to you before left.

"Heh, don't worry about it," the cute boy said with a smile. "They like to be playful around here." He looked you up and down before asking, "So, what's your name?"

"Andy? That's a cute name," the boy said with a gentle smile. "You look pretty nervous... Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?" He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh really?" he said, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "I mean... it's not like you have to be a virgin here. In fact, it's kind of encouraged." He leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "If you ever want to lose your virginity, I could help you with that..."

The boy smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, everyone here is pretty understanding. And trust me, you'll get used to being naked in school." He glanced around before leaning in closer again, his hard cock pressing against your leg. "If you want, I can help you with that right now... We could find somewhere private..." His hand drifted down between your legs, teasing your crotch through the fabric of your panties.

"Or," he continued, "

The boy smiled softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of your naked body. "You look beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to run his fingers lightly over your chest before cupping one of your breasts. His touch was gentle but firm, making you shiver with pleasure.

"Why don't we find a more private spot?" he suggested, standing up and offering you his hand. "There are some empty classrooms down the hall... or even the gym locker room..."

"Oh, trust me," he laughed softly. "It doesn't matter where we go. I promise I'll make it good for you." Taking your hand, he led you through the quiet hallways to an unlocked classroom at the end. Once inside, he closed the door and turned on the lights before looking you up and down again with a hungry expression in his eyes.

"Why don't we get comfortable?" he suggested, guiding you over to the teacher's desk. "You can sit here, and I'll...

"Perfect," he breathed, walking around to stand in front of you. "You're so cute like this..." He leaned down, kissing your neck before moving lower still, teasing your nipples with his tongue and teeth. His hands moved to your hips, guiding them wider apart as he positioned himself between your legs.

"Just relax," he whispered, feeling the heat of your body against his cock. He took a deep breath and then slowly pushed inside you.

He moaned softly as he felt you tighten around him, gripping him like a vice. It was incredible; better than anything he'd imagined. "God, you feel so good..." He began to thrust slowly at first, letting your body adjust to his size before picking up the pace.

The desk scraped against the floor as he moved in and out of you, their combined rhythm echoing through the quiet classroom.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he felt your muscles clench and release around him. "You like that?" He leaned down, kissing you deeply as he continued to take you roughly from behind. Your tiny cock was hard against his stomach, and every so often it would rub against his skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through him.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, the edge of release building up inside him until finally... "Ahhhh..."

"Oh God," he moaned, arching his back as he came deep inside you. He paused for a moment, catching his breath before leaning down to kiss your neck again. "That was... incredible." His cock began to soften inside you as the wave of pleasure subsided, but he didn't pull out just yet. Instead, he kept one hand on your hip and stroked your hair gently with the other.

"You feel so good," he whispered again, his voice hoarse from exertion. "

His laugh was soft and amused. "Well, you are in the School of Sex now," he pointed out with a grin. "But don't worry about it too much... We all feel that way sometimes." He kissed you gently on the lips, his cock still buried inside you as they shared the lingering sensation of their bodies joined together.

"So," he said after a moment, pulling out and straightening up. "Do you want to return to class or...?"

He smiled down at you, still holding your hand. "My name is Jack." He glanced over at the door before looking back at you with a playful smile. "So... do you want to get in trouble or not?"

Jack led you back out into the hallway, hand still firmly entwined with yours. As they walked together back towards your classroom, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and belonging. This was where he belonged; this was who he truly was. And as long as Andy stayed by his side, he knew it would only get better from here.

Jack considered your question for a moment as he looked at you, his expression thoughtful. "That's actually a tough one," he admitted with a laugh. "On the one hand, having someone consistent and familiar can be really nice... But on the other, variety is important too." He smiled down at you. "I think it would depend on the person or people involved. As long as I'm happy and they are too..."

Jack chuckled at your comment. "You're welcome," he said with a grin. "And thank you... It meant a lot to me too." He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear again, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I hope we can do it again soon."

As the two of you continued talking during lunch, Jack couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like Andy in his life.

Jack laughed softly at your question. "Oh yeah," he said with a wink. "Teachers are fair game too, if they want to be. Some of them even enjoy it... though I suppose that's not really surprising, considering the environment we're in." He glanced around before leaning in closer, lowering his voice. "Want to find out for yourself?"

"Hmm... I'd have to say Ms. Adams is probably the sexiest," he replied with a smile. "She has this no-nonsense attitude that's really hot, and she knows how to use it." He paused for a moment, thinking about your second question. "As for the kindest... that would have to be Mr. Wilson. He may seem stern on the outside, but once you get to know him, he's actually a big softie."

"Yes," Jack admitted with a sheepish grin. "Ms. Adams and I have... had our share of fun in the past, and Mr. Wilson has been more than accommodating when it comes to my needs as well." He paused for a moment before adding, "But that doesn't mean you can just go around asking everyone at school about their sex lives, you know?"

Jack chuckled. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "you could always start by asking if they'd like to help you learn more about the School of Sex... or maybe offer your services as a practice partner." He grinned at you playfully. "Just make sure you're respectful and considerate when approaching them, okay?"

"Sure," Jack said with a nod. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Ms. Adams and Mr. Wilson, explaining the situation and asking if they'd be willing to meet with you during their free periods later that day. After sending each of them a message, he handed your phone back to you. "They should both get back to you soon."

"Good luck," he added with a wink. "I have a feeling you're going to need it."

Jack pointed towards the opposite end of the hallway. "Ms. Adams has her office there, and Mr. Wilson is usually in his classroom during his free periods." He paused for a moment before adding with a smile, "And if all else fails, just ask someone where to find them... Everyone here knows everyone else's business, after all."

"Come in," called a familiar voice from inside the classroom. You opened the door and stepped inside, finding Mr. Wilson sitting at his desk grading papers. He looked up as you entered, a small smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Andy... I was expecting your message."

He motioned for you to take a seat on one of the empty desks in front of him, and once you were settled, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. "So," he began with a chuckle, "

"Well," Mr. Wilson said, obviously amused by your question, "I can certainly help you with that... But first, why don't we get better acquainted?" He smiled warmly at you before asking, "How have you been enjoying the School of Sex so far? Is there anything you'd like to know more about or try?"

"Ah, yes," Mr. Wilson said with a nod. "It can be quite an adjustment at first... But trust me, you'll grow accustomed to it in time." He paused for a moment, considering your comment about being naked around the school. "Perhaps we could start with some basic ground rules? You know, like only touching or doing certain things when given permission?"

The teacher reached out and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I want you to feel comfortable here, Andy...

Mr. Wilson smiled gently at your understanding tone. "Very well then," he said, still maintaining eye contact with you. "If you ever need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to come to me... Or anyone else here, for that matter."

He paused for a moment before asking, "So, how about we start exploring your anal sensitivity now?"

Mr. Wilson leaned forward in his chair and pointed at the empty desk next to you. "Why don't you lie down there for me," he suggested, motioning for you to get comfortable on your back. Once you were in position, he gently parted your legs with his hands before kneeling between them.

"This might feel a bit strange at first," he warned, "but just relax and let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable."

Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow at your comment, but decided not to press the issue for now. "Very well," he said with a nod. He placed a comforting hand on your stomach and began to slowly stroke up and down your body, moving closer and closer to your entrance with each pass.

"Just relax," he whispered into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let me know when you're ready."

Mr. Wilson smiled gently and positioned himself at the entrance to your body before slowly pushing inside you. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before; tight and warm, but also oddly pleasurable. He paused for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size, then began to thrust slowly, inching deeper with each stroke.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice soft and reassuring as he watched your expression for any signs of discomfort or pain.

As Mr. Wilson continued to thrust into you, your cries of pleasure filled the quiet classroom. He reached around with one hand, gently massaging your breast as he pumped his hips faster and harder, fucking you without mercy. It felt incredible; so much better than anything you'd ever imagined.

With a groan, he threw his head back and released himself inside you, filling you up with his hot seed.

Mr. Wilson collapsed beside you on the desk, panting heavily as he caught his breath. "That was... quite enjoyable," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "I'm glad I could help you discover something new about yourself." He ran a hand through your sweaty hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, concerned for your wellbeing after their intense encounter. "Did I go too fast or hard?"

His laugh was warm and genuine. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, still smiling. "And remember, if you ever want or need anything else... Well, just let me know, okay?" He leaned in closer, kissing your forehead before pulling out of you and disposing of the condom.

"Now," he continued with a grin, helping you sit up, "perhaps it's time we find Ms. Adams so you can get her perspective on all this as well."

"Oh?" Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by your comment. "Well... if that's what you truly want..." He smiled warmly at you before reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Just remember, I'm here for you whenever you need me."

Together, the two of you made your way back across the hall and into Ms. Adams' office, where she was waiting patiently on her chair behind her desk.

"Yes," she said with a smile, leaning forward slightly in her seat. "And who might you be?" There was an air of familiarity about her, even though it had been some time since they'd last seen each other.

Mr. Wilson cleared his throat before speaking up. "This is Andy," he said, indicating you with a nod. "They were just talking to me about the School of Sex and wanted to know if I could introduce them to someone else who might be able to help."

Ms.

"Well," Ms. Adams said, her voice soft and enticing as she stood up from behind her desk, "I'd be happy to help you with that." She walked around the desk and stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating off her body. With a small smile, she reached out to cup your cheek in her hand before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips.

"Come," she whispered against your mouth, guiding you over to the couch and sitting down with you.

Ms. Adams smiled warmly at you as she settled into the sofa, her legs brushing against yours beneath the table. "So," she began, running a hand through your hair in a gentle, reassuring gesture, "what would you like to learn?"

"Oh certainly," Ms. Adams said with a nod, leaning closer still. "Finding the G-spot is easy enough; just feel around for a small, ridged area about two or three fingers inside her. As for pussy and anal sex..." She paused, tilting her head to one side as she studied your face.

"Why don't we start with some basic positions?" she suggested, guiding you back against the couch cushions before positioning herself between your legs. "This is called the missionary position;

it's a classic," she said with a wink, lowering her body until she was hovering just above yours. "I'll show you how it's done." And with that, she pressed the tip of her tongue against your entrance, teasing and probing as she began to explore your body with her mouth.

You gasped at the sensation, arching your back and pressing closer to her as she licked and sucked hungrily at you, driving you wild with desire. It felt incredible;

Ms. Adams smiled against your skin, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Well," she said with a chuckle, "as long as you enjoyed it..." She continued to work her magic on you, her tongue dancing expertly over every inch of your flesh as she brought you closer and closer to the edge of release.

Finally, when she could tell that you were about to lose control, she pulled back slightly, moving up to nip at your nipples before kissing you deeply.

Ms. Adams purred with delight as her fingers began to circle and tease your nipples, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat. Her other hand slid lower down your stomach, tracing lazy circles over your mound before finally finding its way back between your legs again.

"There," she whispered against your lips, "that's it..." And with that, she thrust two fingers deep inside you, curling them upward as she sought out and found your G-spot with perfect precision.

"Come for me," Ms. Adams urged, her voice low and husky as she continued to work her fingers inside you. Her other hand moved up to stroke your cock, finding just the right rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. "Let it all out..."

You cried out as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you, your hips bucking violently against her hand as you came hard in her grip. She held you tightly, milking every last drop from your cock before finally easing up and letting go.

"There," she said with a satisfied smile, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Ms. Adams chuckled softly before leaning in to press a kiss against your lips once more. "Well," she said with a grin, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She glanced over at Mr. Wilson, who was watching the two of you intently from his seat nearby. "And I think it's safe to say that Jack will be very happy to hear about this later."

She helped you up off the couch and into a standing position, smoothing down your clothes before stepping back with a small smile. "

"Of course," she said with a wink. "I'm always up for some fun." She glanced over at Mr. Wilson again, sharing a knowing look before turning her attention back to you. "Now then... I think it's about time you got back to class. You don't want to miss anything important, do you?"

With one last sultry smile, she ushered you towards the door, her fingers still lightly entwined with yours as they walked out into the hallway together.

"Well," Ms. Adams said thoughtfully, "that's quite a personal decision. But if I were you, I'd want someone who would appreciate it and make sure you feel good about giving yourself to them." She paused for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin, "And since we both know how much fun Jack and I can have together... well, let's just say he'd be a very deserving candidate."

She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against your ear as she whispered, "

Ms. Adams pursed her lips for a moment before nodding slowly. "Well," she began, "there is one girl who comes to mind... Her name's Amy, and she's in your class. She's a bit shy at first, but once you get to know her, I think you two would really click."

She squeezed your hand reassuringly. "But remember," she added with a wink, "it's your decision who you give yourself to... And no matter what, it should be someone special."

Ms. Adams watched as Andy walked away down the hallway, a contented smile on her lips. She knew he'd be back; after all, they both understood the unique bond that existed between them and the other faculty members at the School of Sex. And while she was more than happy to help him explore his sexuality, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness at the thought of someone else taking him as their first.

As he disappeared around a corner, she glanced over at Mr.

"So," Jack said with a knowing smile, "I take it everything went well?" He glanced meaningfully between you and the door before adding, "And how about that virginity discussion we were having earlier?"

You grinned sheepishly and leaned in close to him. "Well," you whispered, "I think I've got a pretty good idea of who I want to give it to... And she's not a teacher."

"Linda?" Jack repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Really? I mean... she is quite attractive and all, but Amy's a sweetheart too. You don't think you should at least consider her as an option?"

You shrugged noncommittally. "I dunno," you admitted. "Amy seems nice and all, but there's just something about Linda that really gets to me."

Jack chuckled. "Well, I can certainly understand that," he said with a knowing smile. "But remember, whoever you choose to give your virginity to should be someone special... Someone you really trust and feel comfortable with." He paused for a moment before adding quietly, "And if it were me, I'd want to make sure we had plenty of time together first."

You blushed at his words but couldn't help but feel a little more confident in your decision. Maybe someday...

The rest of the day passed quickly, with classes and activities keeping both of you busy. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another eventful day at the School of Sex, Jack turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he began, "I think it's about time we had that private lesson we were talking about earlier."

Your heart skipped a beat as anticipation coursed through your veins. Maybe this was your chance...

Together, the two of you made your way to one of the private rooms reserved for such occasions. The door closed behind them with a soft click, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room together. Jack took a step closer, his eyes fixed on yours as he reached out to cup your cheek in his hand.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, voice low and husky. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with."

His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing expertly against yours as he deepened the connection between them. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself closer to him. He groaned at the sensation, his hands sliding down your back until they found the hem of your shirt.

With deft fingers, he began to peel it off over your head, revealing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Jack's breath hitched as he took in the sight before him; your breasts bare and heavy, nipples hard and aching for his touch. He leaned forward, capturing one stiff peak between his lips and sucking gently before moving to the other. Your back arched off the floor as pleasure coursed through you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

"Ahhh," he moaned against your breast, "you taste so good..."

With a growl, Jack released you from his mouth and stood up, kicking off his shoes before stepping out of his pants. His erect cock sprang free, bobbing eagerly before him as he moved closer to you on the floor. He knelt between your legs, hands sliding up underneath your skirt until they found your bare ass.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked again, his voice rough with desire. "Because once I take you like this... there's no going back."

"No," Jack said softly, understanding your concern. "Taking your virginity requires penetration; this is just me being rough with you, showing you how good it feels to be taken like a slut." He paused before adding with a wicked grin, "But if you want me to take care of that too... I'm more than happy to oblige."

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing in anticipation. Jack smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours again as he slid two fingers deep inside you.

Jack moaned into the kiss as he felt how wet and tight you were around his fingers. He withdrew them slowly, only to thrust them back inside harder, curling them upward to find your G-spot once more. Your hips bucked wildly against his hand as pleasure washed over you in intense waves.

"That's it," he groaned into your ear, "let me feel that tight little cunt of yours squeezing my fingers."

Jack froze for a moment, his fingers still buried inside you. "You mean... you're..." He broke off, unable to finish the sentence as disbelief and excitement warred within him. It was one thing to know that there were boys who engaged in anal sex; it was quite another to find out that the boy he'd been fantasizing about all week was not only willing but eager to be taken like a little slut.

His fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside you, driving you wild with need as he struggled to process the revelation. He leaned forward, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and gently tugging on it as he thrust deeper, seeking out that tight little hole of yours.

"Fuck," Jack groaned, the word coming out rough and harsh as he felt you relax around his fingers. "You're so tight... so hot..." His other hand slid down your body until it found your aching cock, stroking roughly up and down its length.

With a growl, he positioned himself behind you, his erect cock pressing against your entrance as he guided it toward you. "Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck. "

His cock pressed against your entrance, stretching and filling you in one smooth motion as he pushed inside. You cried out at the sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust slowly, deeper with each stroke. His hips moved in perfect sync with his hands, fucking you hard and rough just as you'd begged for it.

"Ahhh," Jack moaned, "you feel so good... so tight..."

His pace quickened, his body slamming into yours in a punishing rhythm as he claimed you completely. You arched your back off the floor, moaning and gasping for air as pleasure unlike anything you'd ever felt before consumed you. The feeling of being filled by Jack, knowing that he was claiming you as his little slut... it was more than you could handle.

"I'm close," he rasped, hips snapping faster as he neared his release. "God, Andy..."

The world exploded around you as Jack came deep inside you, his body tensing and spasming as wave after wave of hot seed filled you up. You cried out in ecstasy, your own release building impossibly high before crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your orgasm wracked your body, shuddering through you as you came hard around Jack's cock.

He collapsed forward onto your back, panting heavily as he held you close, their sweat and breath mingling in the air between them. "

"Thank you," Jack whispered hoarsely, his voice still rough from exertion as he nuzzled your neck with his nose. "You were so perfect... so tight..." He lifted himself off you, withdrawing his softening cock from your body before rolling onto his back beside you. His hand continued to stroke your now-soft cock gently, tracing lazy circles up and down its length as he studied your flushed face.

"I guess that answers the question about how you knew what you liked," he said with a chuckle. "

Jack smiled down at you, his eyes warm with affection. "I'd like that," he said softly. "In fact, I think we should make this a regular thing... just the two of us, alone in our little secret." He traced a finger along your jawline before leaning in to press a kiss against your lips.

"And when we graduate?" you asked hesitantly. "Where will we go? What will we do?"

Jack sighed, his gaze distant as he considered the question. "

Well," Jack replied with a wink, "that's something we can worry about later. For now, let's just concentrate on being together and having fun." He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he nestled your head against his chest. "Besides," he added with a grin, "I think I have an idea of where we could go... and what we could do..."

"Yes," Jack said firmly, his voice low and quiet. "I know." He kissed your forehead gently before whispering, "And I'm going to enjoy every single minute of it."

"Don't mention it," Jack replied, his fingers tangled in your hair as he stroked your back. "I've learned just as much from you as you have from me." He paused before adding with a grin, "Maybe even more..." And they lay there together, content in the knowledge that their bond was stronger than anything else in the world... for now and always.

Linda looked up from her desk as you walked into the classroom, a small smile playing on her lips. "Andy," she said, sounding almost surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here today."

You smiled shyly in return and took a seat beside her. "Well," you said slowly, "I just wanted to... I don't know. Spend some time with you, I guess." Your cheeks flushed as you spoke, feeling a little embarrassed by the admission.

Linda leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "You mean," she prompted softly, "you haven't decided yet?" There was a hint of hope in her voice that made your heart flutter.

"Well..." You hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I don't know... I mean, you're really nice and all, but there's still Amy too..."

Linda sat back in her chair, considering your words. "I understand," she said with a nod. "It is a big decision... but I hope you know that no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you." She smiled warmly and placed a reassuring hand on top of yours.

The rest of the day passed quickly, with both of you lost in your own thoughts as the teachers lectured around them.

"Andy," Amy said quietly, her voice trembling slightly, "I wanted to talk to you... about last night..." She bit her lip nervously, glancing between you and Linda before continuing. "You know, with Jack... at the party."

Your heart skipped a beat; she knew! But before you could say anything, Linda spoke up. "Amy," she said gently, "why don't we go somewhere private where we can talk about this?"

The three of you found a quiet corner of the school grounds where you could sit down and speak in privacy. Amy took a deep breath, obviously struggling to find the words she wanted to say. "I just... I want you to know that I understand if you don't feel the same way about me anymore," she finally managed.

Linda gave her a reassuring smile. "Amy, of course we still think you're wonderful," she said, squeezing your hand gently. "But Andy needs some time to think things through...

Amy looked relieved. "Thank you, Linda," she said gratefully. Then, turning back to you, she added, "And Andy... I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm here for you too." She paused before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "I care about you, you know."

You felt a lump forming in your throat as you looked into her eyes; they were so sincere and full of feeling. It was hard not to be affected by it all. "

"Of course," Linda said with a knowing smile. "We understand, Andy." She glanced at Amy before looking back at you and continuing, "And we both want what's best for you... even if that means sharing you a little bit."

The three of you shared a moment of awkward silence as the weight of their words settled over you. Finally, Amy spoke up again. "Well," she said with a small laugh, "I guess there's nothing more to say then.

Linda and Amy looked at each other before turning their attention back to you. They smiled warmly, understanding perfectly well what you meant. "Take all the time you need," Linda said gently. "We'll be here when you're ready."

As the days passed, you found yourself spending more and more time with both of them; sharing meals, studying together, even going on walks around the school grounds.

The air seemed to still as your words hung between you, waiting for a reply. Linda's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing pink, while Amy looked at you with an expression that was equal parts hope and fear.

"Are... are you sure?" Linda stammered. "I mean, I would be honored..."

Amy nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Of course," she said softly. "I understand." She glanced over at Linda, who was still looking stunned by the revelation, and reached out to take her hand in hers. "And we can all learn together," she added with a reassuring squeeze.

Later that night, as you lay in bed beneath your blankets, you couldn't help but feel content.

You hadn't messed up; quite the opposite, actually. You'd made both Linda and Amy happy, and in return, they had shown you nothing but love and understanding. As you drifted off to sleep, visions of your future with them danced through your head, and for the first time in a long while, you felt truly at peace.

The next morning, Jack found you alone in the courtyard, gazing up at the clear blue sky. He walked over and sat down beside you, his expression a mix of amusement and affection. "I'm glad to see that you two have worked things out," he said with a chuckle.

You glanced at him, unsure how to respond. "It wasn't easy..." you trailed off, then added hesitantly, "But I think it was the right decision."

Jack placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You're doing great, Andy," he assured you. "And remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you too." His gaze lingered on yours for a moment before he looked away, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hey Andy," Linda said with a warm smile as you approached her later that day. "How are you feeling?" She gave your arm a gentle squeeze, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you whenever she touched you like that.

"Don't be," Linda said reassuringly. "You've made the right decision, and I know it's going to be special for both of us." She paused before adding with a mischievous grin, "And who knows? Maybe we can even have some fun together before then..."

Linda returned your kiss eagerly, her hands finding their way to your hair as she deepened the connection between them. Her lips were soft against yours, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body as they pressed closer together. The sensation was intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine and making it difficult to think about anything but how much you wanted this.

As the kiss drew out, she broke away with a gasp, breathless and flushed. "I can't wait," she whispered, her eyes locked on yours. "