Your pressed up against the locker by a cute guy named Jeremy who is fucking your pussy from behind. He's not wearing a condom nor are you on any protection. He said he wouldn't cum inside of you so you guess it's all right.

"Fuck! Your so irresistible I just wanna keep fucking this pussy like your the last woman on earth." He groans out increasing the tightness of his grip he has on your hips.

You can feel him getting close to cumming inside of you as he begins to thrust even harder and faster. "You're gonna make me cum soon." He growls out before his pace falters for a moment. You feel the warmth of his seed filling your pussy as he lets go, shooting his load deep inside you.

After several long, hard thrusts, Jeremy finally pulls out of you and collapses to the floor, breathing heavily. "Wow... I didn't expect that..."

"Jesus Mirashka," he groans, watching as your hand explores the stickiness between your legs. "You're so fucking tight I should have known I couldn't last long." He smiles a satisfied grin at you, then looks down at his still hard cock and chuckles. "Guess that means I might need to visit you again sometime soon."

He stands up and offers you a hand up, helping you steady yourself against the lockers as he does so. "

"I'm sorry," Jeremy says with a sheepish grin. "But you were just too good, and I couldn't help myself. I promise it won't happen again next time..." he trails off, thinking about how much fun he had fucking you.

Jeremy winces at your angry words but doesn't back down or look repentant. "Look, I know it wasn't part of the deal, but accidents happen sometimes. And honestly, I don't think it's that big of a deal." He winks at you playfully before continuing. "Now, why don't we head back to class and forget about all this?"

"Okay, okay," Jeremy says with a laugh. "You take your time, I'll be right over there." He points to a row of lockers across the room, giving you plenty of space while you compose yourself. "I'm not going anywhere."

You walk back over to Jeremy, who is leaning against the lockers nearby. He gives you a small smile as you approach. "Hey, Mirashka... I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. It won't happen again, I promise."

Jeremy sighs and runs a hand through his hair before looking back at you. "Look, I get it if you're upset, but please give me another chance to make things right. I really like you, Mirashka, and I want us to be together."

You think back on your time with Jeremy, how he always managed to make you smile even when things were tough. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter, and the feel of his hands on your body was unlike anything else. Maybe giving him another chance wouldn't be so bad...

Jeremy nods understandingly. "Okay, whatever you decide. I'll just give you some space for now." He steps back from the lockers and starts to walk away before turning around suddenly. "Oh, hey," he says with a mischievous grin, "wanna go out tonight? We could hit up that new club downtown or something?"

"Well," Jeremy says with a sheepish grin, "if you want me to prove myself, I guess we could go out tonight." He pauses for a moment before adding, "And if you're really worried about me hurting you again... well, maybe we should just keep things PG until then?"

Jeremy nods eagerly. "Great! Meet me outside the school gates at eight? We'll figure out where to go from there." With one last smile, he turns and heads back to class. You can't help but feel a tiny bit of hope in your chest as you watch him leave, wondering if this is really the start of something good between the two of you.

You take a moment to compose yourself and then head back into your classroom, trying not to think about what just happened with Jeremy. As you sit down at your desk, you glance around casually before reaching underneath the table to feel if there's any more residue from his ejaculation on your panties or skin. To your relief, it seems clean. You breathe a sigh of relief and try to focus on schoolwork for the rest of the day.

As promised, Jeremy meets you outside the gates at eight that evening, dressed in a clean button-down shirt and jeans. He looks handsome as ever, and you can't help but smile when you see him waiting for you. "Hey, Mirashka," he greets warmly, offering you his arm.

"Hi Jeremy," you reply, taking his arm. "So, where are we going tonight?"

He grins. "

Jeremy leads you down the street to a quaint little club that looks like it would be perfect for spending an intimate evening together. The music is soft and mellow, allowing for easy conversation as they're seated at a cozy booth near the back of the room. "I thought we could just relax here tonight," he says with a reassuring smile. "Have some drinks, maybe dance a little... whatever you want to do."

Jeremy orders them both a drink from the waitress and turns back to face you. His expression turns serious as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I know I messed up earlier today, Mirashka," he says sincerely, "and I want to make it up to you. From now on, I promise not to take advantage of our relationship like that again." He takes a sip of his drink before continuing. "You're the only one for me, and I want us to be happy together."

The rest of the evening passes by pleasantly as you and Jeremy chat about your lives, your dreams, and your hopes for the future. He listens attentively to everything you say, offering thoughtful responses and asking insightful questions in return. You find yourself relaxing into his presence, feeling more comfortable with him than ever before.

As the night wears on, Jeremy suggests that they dance. To your surprise, he keeps his hands above your waist and holds you close but never once tries to be overly intimate or forceful.

The music is slow and romantic, allowing you both to sway gently together on the dance floor. Jeremy's hands roam lightly up and down your back, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin at the small of your back. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you're uncomfortable with this new level of intimacy.

As the final notes of the song fade away, Jeremy pulls you back into his embrace and nuzzles his nose against yours. "I had a really great time tonight," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips. "And I want to spend as much time with you as possible." He leans in closer still until their lips are mere millimeters apart.

Jeremy chuckles softly before pressing his lips firmly against yours, letting out a contented sigh as you wrap your arms around him. He deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue and moaning softly when you respond in kind. His hands slide down to your buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze before resting on your hips again.

"We could go back to my place," he whispers against your lips between kisses. "It's not far from here...

Jeremy looks slightly taken aback by your reaction but nods understandingly. "Of course, Mirashka," he says with a smile. "I just thought..." He trails off, realizing that he may have been pushing too hard, too soon. "We can go back to yours then, if you'd prefer."

He leads you out of the club and hails a cab, helping you inside before taking a seat beside you.

The rest of the ride passes in comfortable silence as Jeremy stares out the window, lost in thought. You can't help but wonder what he's thinking about, and whether or not you made the right decision by not going back to his place tonight. When the cab pulls up outside your apartment complex, he turns to face you once more.

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Mirashka," he says sincerely. "I had a really great time."

Jeremy nods solemnly, his expression slightly pained as he remembers their earlier encounter. "I promise it won't happen again," he says quietly. "I don't ever want to hurt you like that."

He leans in and presses a chaste kiss against your forehead before withdrawing, offering you a small smile. "Well, goodnight then. Sleep well, Mirashka."

With one last look at you, Jeremy exits the cab and watches until it drives away before turning and heading back to his own place. You climb out of the car and make your way up to your apartment, feeling a mixture of relief and happiness as you crawl into bed. Maybe there's hope for them after all...

Finding no residue from Jeremy's ejaculate, you sigh with relief and close your eyes. Tomorrow is another day, and who knows what it might bring? For now, you focus on getting a good night's sleep, hoping that the events of tonight are a sign of better things to come between the two of you.

The next few weeks pass by pleasantly as Jeremy and Mirashka continue to see each other. He has been true to his word, keeping their interactions strictly PG while they rebuild trust in one another. They spend time together at school, hanging out after class or during lunch breaks. He even takes her on a few dates, always being respectful and considerate of her feelings.

One afternoon as you sit beside him in the library, Jeremy leans over to whisper in your ear, "Hey Mirashka...

Jeremy whispers, "I've been wanting to ask you something. Do you think maybe we could try... you know?" He gestures vaguely between the two of you, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

Jeremy bites his lip nervously before nodding in understanding. "Yeah, you're right. I guess we should wait until we can be somewhere more private." His cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of being intimate with you again. "We could... um, maybe go out tonight if you want?"

Jeremy grins widely at your agreement and spends the rest of the afternoon floating on a cloud of happiness. When school ends for the day, he meets you outside as promised and leads you to his car. The drive to the motel where they plan to spend the evening together is filled with flirtatious banter and nervous laughter.

Once inside their private room, Jeremy pulls you close, his lips seeking out yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless.

As Jeremy's hands roam freely over your body, his lips trail hot, wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, he seems to have forgotten all about being gentle with you. His touch is possessive, almost demanding as he undresses you piece by piece, revealing supple curves that make it impossible for him not to touch.

It takes several long moments before Jeremy finally seems to register your protest. He pulls back, panting heavily as he looks down at you with apologetic eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry... I just got carried away there." His hand trembles slightly as he reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face. "I shouldn't have pushed so hard."

"I don't want to hurt you, Mirashka," Jeremy says earnestly, his voice thick with regret. "I just... I want you so much, and being this close to you makes it hard to think straight." He takes a shaky breath before lowering himself back down onto the bed beside you.

You lie on the bed, wearing only your underwear and a thin film of sweat. Your hair is mussed from where he's been running his hands through it, and there's a flush in your cheeks that tells him how aroused you are beneath the surface. Jeremy looks equally disheveled, his shirt half-unbuttoned and hanging off one shoulder, revealing the defined muscles of his chest.

"Hey," he says softly, reaching out to touch your cheek. "

Your eyes meet his, full of trust and uncertainty. There's a pleading expression in them that he can't ignore any longer. With a sigh, Jeremy leans in and kisses you gently on the lips, this time taking it slow and steady. His hands move back to your hips, guiding you closer as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue once more.

It feels good to be wanted like this, but he can't help but worry about pushing too hard again.

Jeremy moans softly into your mouth as you tighten your grip around his neck, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He breaks the kiss long enough to look into your eyes again, searching for any signs that he should stop or go further. When he sees nothing but desire reflected back at him, he takes it as permission to continue.

His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts over the fabric of your bra before slipping beneath to caress your bare skin.

Jeremy smiles against your lips, knowing that this is just as much a new experience for you as it is for him. He spends several long moments teasing and caressing your breasts through the fabric of your bra, his thumbs brushing circles around your nipples until they harden into aching peaks.

With a slow, steady movement, he pulls away from the kiss and slides off the bed to kneel in front of you.

Jeremy looks up at you through his lashes as he undoes your bra, revealing your perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. His hands cup them again, this time palming them completely before leaning in and taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on it while rolling the hard peak between his teeth.

"God, you taste so good,"

he groans as he switches his attention to your other nipple, sucking and licking it even more roughly. His free hand slides up between your legs, finding the wetness that has been building there since he started touching you. He spreads your folds apart with gentle fingers before dipping a single digit inside, circling around your clit as he continues to suckle at your breast.

"Fuck," you moan, arching your back off the bed as pleasure washes over you in waves. "

Jeremy pulls away from your breast long enough to look up at you again, his eyes dark with desire as he watches the expression on your face change from pained pleasure to pure ecstasy. He continues to tease your clit with his finger, circling faster and harder until you're trembling beneath him.

"God, I want to be inside you," he whispers hoarsely before reaching down to position himself at your entrance.

"What?" Jeremy asks with a confused frown, looking down at his boxer briefs. "Oh, right." He reaches down and pulls out the condom from his wallet, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his hard length. Once he's sure it's securely in place, he positions himself back between your legs.

"I want to feel you wrapped around me," he says, gazing into your eyes as he guides himself slowly inside of you.

The initial penetration is painful, stretching you in ways that feel strange and uncomfortable. But as Jeremy begins to move slowly inside of you, the discomfort subsides, replaced by a pleasurable fullness that feels incredible. He looks down at you with love and desire etched into every line of his face as he starts thrusting harder, letting out low groans with each deep stroke.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you arch your back off the bed, meeting his rhythm as best you can.

As Jeremy pushes deeper, you let out a gasp at the intense sensation of being filled by him again. It's different now, though - more pleasurable and less painful. He begins to move slowly inside you, his hips pressing against yours in time with each deep thrust.

"You feel so good," he moans, burying his face in your neck as he tries not to lose control too quickly. "I've missed this."

The friction between your bodies grows more intense with each passing moment, the air filling with gasps and moans as pleasure washes over you in waves. Jeremy's thrusts become faster and harder now, his body moving in concert with yours as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside you again.

"I love you," he whispers against your skin before the world goes white hot around the edges as he comes, his hips bucking wildly as he spills his seed deep inside of you.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, your body convulsing around Jeremy's as you come apart beneath him. He holds you close, his lips moving against the skin of your neck and shoulder in soothing murmurs as he tries to calm down from his own release.

As the last tremors subside, Jeremy collapses beside you on the bed, panting heavily. "Wow," he whispers, still trying to catch his breath. "That was... intense."

Jeremy chuckles weakly as you watch him pull out of you, the condom still in place. He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. "You did amazing tonight," he tells you sincerely. "Thank you for trusting me again."

He reaches out and tenderly brushes a stray hair from your face before leaning in to press a light kiss against your forehead. "I'm sorry I was such an idiot earlier.

"You deserve so much better than that." Jeremy yawns, his eyelids growing heavy as the afterglow of their passion begins to fade. "I should probably take you home soon."

With a sigh, he rolls onto his back and stretches out beside you, one arm draped across your waist as they drift off to sleep together in each other's arms for the first time since everything went wrong at school.

The rest of the night passes peacefully, and by the time morning comes, they both wake up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Jeremy carefully removes the condom and rolls on top of you again, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing your lips softly before pulling back to look into your eyes.

"I'm so glad we could fix this," he whispers, his fingers tracing circles on your bare stomach. "You mean everything to me."

Jeremy returns the smile before leaning in to press another kiss against your lips, this one slow and lingering. As he pulls back again, he reaches over to grab his phone from the nightstand, intending to call for a ride to take you both home. But when he glances at the clock, he realizes that he's going to be late for class if he doesn't hurry.

"Um... I should probably get going," he says apologetically. "I can give you a ride home after school, though."

With one final kiss pressed to your forehead, Jeremy slips out of bed and quickly dresses before grabbing his things and heading out the door. You watch him go with a mixture of emotions, feeling grateful for this second chance but also unsure if you're truly ready to let everything back in.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you try to focus on your classes and not think about what happened last night or what it might mean for your future with Jeremy.

When the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, you hurry out to meet Jeremy by his car. He's already there, waiting patiently with the engine running. As you climb into the passenger seat, he glances over at you and offers a small smile before pulling out onto the road.

"So... how was your day?" he asks, trying to make polite conversation as they drive.

Jeremy chuckles softly before looking over at you again. "I'm glad to hear that." There's a hint of jealousy in his voice that he tries to mask with a casual shrug. "So, do you want to get something to eat or go back to my place?"

Jeremy glances over at you again, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "You don't have any plans tonight?"

"No, I didn't think about it," you admit with a small smile. "I was just... thinking."

Jeremy nods understandingly, his expression softening as he reaches over and takes your hand in his. "Well, if you'd like to come back to my place, we could order some takeout and watch a movie or something." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "Or we could just talk if that's what you want to do."

Jeremy pulls into your driveway and turns off the engine, then glances over at you again. "Are you sure? I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with." There's genuine concern in his voice, and it warms your heart despite everything that's happened between the two of you.

With a relieved smile, Jeremy climbs out of the car and comes around to open your door for you. As he takes your hand again and leads you up to his apartment, he can't help but feel hopeful about where things might be headed between them now.

Once inside, Jeremy heads straight for the kitchen to retrieve the takeout menu while you wander into the living room and collapse onto his couch. It's comfortable here, and you can already feel yourself beginning to relax in his presence. As he joins you on the couch a few minutes later, you lean against him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the way he drapes an arm around your shoulders.

"So," he says hesitantly, "I've been wanting to ask you something else."

Jeremy takes a deep breath before continuing. "Do you think we could maybe try... being more open with each other?" He glances down at your hand where it's resting on his thigh, then looks back up into your eyes. "I know I've been pretty closed off since everything happened, and I want to change that."

"Really?" Jeremy asks, his voice filled with hope. "Because sometimes I feel like I don't even know you anymore, and I miss the girl who used to be so outgoing and fun." He sighs heavily, looking down at their joined hands before meeting your eyes again. "I just want us to be able to talk about anything, you know?"

The silence that falls between them is comfortable now, neither of them feeling the need to fill it with meaningless chatter. Instead, they sit together in companionable silence, enjoying each other's presence and the progress they've made since last night. When the food arrives, they eat together without saying much, but there's a newfound closeness that wasn't there before.

As the evening wears on, Jeremy finally finds the courage to ask if he can try kissing you again.

His lips meet yours gently at first, tentatively testing the waters as if afraid of making the same mistake he did before. But as you respond eagerly, pressing yourself closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, he grows bolder, deepening the kiss and exploring your mouth with a newfound confidence.

The air in the room feels electric now, charged by the desire that crackles between you.

"Oh god," Jeremy groans against your lips as you kiss him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his in a dance of passion. His hands slide up and down your back, urging you closer still as he lost himself in the feel of your lips on his, the taste of your skin, the scent of your hair.

With a growl, he rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him so that he can touch more of your skin at once.

"You're so beautiful," Jeremy whispers hoarsely between kisses, trailing his fingers down your neck and across the swell of your breast before cupping it in his hand, massaging your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. "I never want to lose you again."

It's true; he's been impatient for this moment ever since he realized just how much he missed having you in his life. And now that you're finally here, under him, kissing him with the same hunger and desire that he feels... well, there's no stopping him now.

With a growl, he flips them over so that you're on your back once more, and he can see nothing but you in his line of sight.

Jeremy gazes down at you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way your chest heaves with each ragged breath. His hands tremble as they hover just above your clothes, aching to touch you, feel the warmth of your skin against his fingers.

"I want this," he whispers hoarsely, finally reaching out to slide your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. "I want all of you."

As he watches your breasts spill free from your lacy black bra, Jeremy's mouth goes dry. He cups one breast in his hand, gently massaging the sensitive peak before leaning down to take it into his mouth. With a satisfied moan, he suckles at your nipple hungrily, feeling you tremble beneath him as he teases and pleasures you with his tongue and teeth.

As Jeremy draws on your breast, his other hand slides down between your legs to stroke you through your trousers. He moans against your skin as he feels how wet you are already, aching for the chance to feel you wrapped around him. When he finally works up the courage to reach down and tug at your pants, they come off easily, revealing you completely to his hungry gaze.

With a low groan, Jeremy pushes himself onto his elbows so that he can look down at you properly.

"God, you're beautiful," Jeremy whispers, his voice hoarse from desire as he gazes down at your bare body. His hips rock forward instinctively, brushing against your core as he reaches out to cup your sex in his hand. "I want this so badly."

With a growl, he yanks off his shirt and throws it aside, revealing his chest and abdomen, already slick with sweat from the heat of their passion.

"Fuck," Jeremy groans as you touch him, arching his back off the bed and thrusting his hips harder against your clothed sex. He reaches down to grip himself through his boxers, stroking roughly over the length of his cock as he tries to find some relief from this ache that's driving him mad.

With one final tug, his boxers join his shirt on the floor and he's finally free.

"Jesus Christ," Jeremy breathes as he takes in the sight of you lying before him, naked and wet and aching for him. He climbs back onto the bed on his hands and knees, positioning himself between your spread legs. As he slowly lowers himself down over you, their bodies slide against each other with a moan-worthy friction that has them both trembling with anticipation.

"I've missed this,"

Jeremy whispers hoarsely as his hips rock back and forth between your legs. He watches you intently, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all he sees is desire mirrored back at him. As he presses closer, feeling the head of his cock brush against your entrance, he hesitates for a moment before pushing forward, slowly sinking inside of you.

"Oh god,"

You feel full and stretched in a way that's both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing as he bottoms out inside of you. Jeremy groans, tilting his head back as he fights to regain his breath. With a final thrust, he's seated completely within you, their bodies flush from chest to thigh. He looks down at your face, searching for any sign that this was a mistake, but all he sees is pleasure and desire etched into every line of your features.

"Fuck,"

With a growl, Jeremy begins to move, rocking his hips back and forth against yours in a familiar rhythm. The friction between your bodies grows more intense with each passing moment, driving them both closer to the edge. As he feels you start to tighten around him, he speeds up, thrusting deeper and harder, determined to send them both over the edge together.

"I love you," he gasps out, his eyes locked on yours as sweat beads form on his brow. "God, I've missed this."

As the pleasure building inside of you reaches a fever pitch, Jeremy feels his control starting to slip. He thrusts harder, deeper, their bodies slapping together with each movement as they race toward climax. Your moan turns into a keening cry and then a gasp as your nails dig into his back, urging him on.

He watches you through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily, focusing solely on the way your body moves beneath him.

With a strangled groan, Jeremy feels his control snap like a twig. He drives into you one last time, hips snapping as he comes with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room. His orgasm rips through him, leaving him shuddering and panting against your skin.

As the aftershocks subside, he collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together like glue.

"Jesus," Jeremy whispers, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "God that felt good." His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment he simply enjoys the feel of you beneath him, wrapped around him like this.

As reality begins to creep back in, however, a cold sensation washes over him, making him freeze against your skin. He remembers what you just said... about not using protection. Panic wells up inside of him as he suddenly realizes the potential consequences of their actions.

With a groan, Jeremy pushes himself up onto his elbows, staring down at you with wide, frightened eyes. "We didn't use a condom," he whispers, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. "Oh my god, I'm such an idiot."

He waits for your horror or anger to register on your face, but all he sees is confusion and... something else. Something hotter than either of those emotions.