Her eyes widen in shock as you thrust your cock inside her, filling her up completely for the first time. The sensation of being stretched so tightly around your thick length makes her gasp and shudder helplessly against the table. She tries to relax her muscles, but the pain is overwhelming at first, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

"G-God... M-Master..." she whispers, biting down on her lip as you continue to fuck her roughly from behind.

Her cries muffle into the table as she feels you pick up speed, slamming into her over and over again with brutal force. The pain subsides somewhat, replaced by a strange mixture of pleasure and submission that makes her body writhe beneath yours. She moans and whimpers incoherently, her hips bucking against your thrusts as she tries to meet you stroke for stroke.

"Yes... yes..." she gasps out between moans, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "O-Only... only for you...

She smiled, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "You're one to talk," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. "But thanks, I guess." Even as she said it, though, she couldn't help but wonder... What if he was right? What if there really was more to her feelings for him than just friendship or mockery? The thought both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

Her heart raced as she felt his lips press against hers, their breath mingling in the air between them. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding, her own lips parting to allow her tongue to tentatively explore his mouth. The sensation sent shockwaves through her body, making it difficult to think straight.

As they kissed, she could feel herself becoming lost in the moment, consumed by a desire that she had never known existed within her.

She hesitates, her brow furrowing as she thinks about your words. A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks. She's not sure what this means for them now; if they can go back to being enemies or if something else has changed between them. But one thing is certain: she doesn't want things to be the same anymore.

With a small, uncertain smile, she leans in and presses her lips against yours once more. This time, it's different;

Her hands slide down your back, over the smooth skin of your waist and hips. She moans into the kiss as you respond, pressing her body against yours in a way that leaves no doubt: she wants this. Wants you. Her heart races and her blood sings with desire for more.

Their tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths hungrily. She angles her head, deepening the kiss as their bodies grow hotter and closer.

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and for a moment she doesn't know what to say or do. The possibility of sharing another intimate moment with you fills her with both excitement and anxiety. She studies your face, searching for any sign that this might be something you don't really mean, but all she sees is sincerity and desire.

Slowly, carefully, she nods. "Yes," she whispers, "you can."

As the kiss ends, she smiles up at you, a warm glow spreading through her chest. It's as if the entire world has just come into sharp focus, and everything feels brighter and more vibrant than it did mere moments ago.

"Goodnight, George," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

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As you mention the possibility of pregnancy, concern flashes across her face. She didn't consider the consequences of their actions, too caught up in the moment to think clearly. She bites her lip as she tries to process the information, her mind racing with worry. "I... I don't have any birth control," she admits nervously, hoping there's still something they can do.

Panic sets in as she realizes you've withdrawn from her, the loss of your warmth and connection sending a chill down her spine. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looks up at you, fear and regret twisting her features. "Xavier, please... we can't just stop now," she begs, reaching out to grab your arm. "There's got to be something we can do..." She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows she can't lose you like this - not when they've finally found each other.

Her fingers dig into the table as you continue to tease her, building up the pleasure until it becomes almost unbearable. With a soft cry she comes, her body arching off the table as waves of ecstasy wash over her. She gasps for air, her legs trembling beneath her as she tries to regain control.

Finally, she looks back at you with shining eyes. "That," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper, "was amazing." There's something new in her expression now;

something like admiration or even... affection? She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away with a small giggle. "Don't tell anyone about this," she whispers, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and desire.

With that, she smooths down her skirt and takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you again. The teacher will be here any minute to let us go... And everything will go back to normal. Back to the way it was before.