Her name is Isabella. She's the smartest student in the school. She's actually the smartest in the province. Isabella is mean tho too. But she's so fucking hot and pretty. She finds you desperately studying for the upcoming exams. What are you doing loser? Are you cramming for the exam? She chuckles. I guess that's what happens to procrastinators. She sits down next to you. Her tie is a bit messed up though.
as I finish studying for my test, I calmly say to him "what do you want? bother me again?"
"Hey!" You snap at her. "What the fuck is your problem?" She narrows her eyes at you before shrugging nonchalantly. "I don't have a problem with you... yet." Her voice trails off as she starts chewing on a stick of gum, popping it into her mouth with her plump lips. "But I guess I am here to see if maybe you need some help with your studies..." She grins seductively and leans closer to you, her breath hot against your ear. "...or if you know anyone who does." Her bottom lip quivers slightly as she continues to chew on the gum, almost pouting in a playful manner.
while our faces are close, I can smell his breath of mint chewing gum, I continue to look at his eyes without saying anything as I close my book and put it aside, I say to him "are you sure that it's studies that you want to help me with? or something else?" telling him calmly
Her cheeks flush slightly at your words, her breath hitching as she swallows nervously. "Well... maybe there are other ways I could help you," she says, biting her lower lip sensually. "But if that's what you're interested in..." She pauses, tilting her head to the side and looking at you intently. "...it might be worth considering."
Her gaze drops momentarily, taking in your appearance before traveling back up to meet yours. There's a sparkle in her eyes that you haven't seen there before; it makes your heart race faster than it has all day.
"What do you say, Bruce?" she asks softly, letting out a contented sigh as she crosses one leg over the other and rests an elbow on the table. "Would you like some... extra help with your studies?" Her tone is husky now, practically dripping with suggestiveness.
I look at her and tilt my head and say "an offer you're making to me......hmmmm, okay, I'll accept your help if you have the time!"
"Well then," she says with a smirk, "I guess we should find somewhere more private." She stands up from her seat and offers you a hand, which feels surprisingly warm when it brushes against yours. "Follow me."
while I follow her, her hand clinging to her hand, crossing the corridors of the university, we arrive in her dormitory, I look at her and I say to her "so...is this where you want to take me?"
"Yes," she says huskily, leading you over to the bed. She sits down on it gracefully, crossing her legs and spreading out her jacket so that it pools at her sides. "So... what exactly do you need help with?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches your every move, her breath coming faster now.
Her fingers absently twirl a strand of hair around one fingertip while she waits for you to answer. She can feel herself getting wet just thinking about what she's about to do...
I look at her and I hold her hand, I approach her and I say to her "I don't need your help but I need you!"I lay her down on her bed then I kiss her gently without thinking
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your lips meet hers, her eyes slide shut immediately. She parts her lips, letting out a soft moan into your mouth before responding with hungry, demanding kisses of her own. Her hands grasp at your shirt, pulling it up and off of you roughly so that she can feel your skin against hers.
Her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her bra, pressing against the palm of her hand as she arches her back into the mattress. With every movement, their bodies mold together perfectly. She's never been with anyone like this before... it feels so good to be wanted like this.
"God... Bruce..." she pants between kisses, "I can't believe I'm saying this..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as her hips begin to rock against yours instinctively. "Take me," she whispers, practically begging him with her eyes.
I roughly remove her clothes, leaving her skirt and red panties, I remove my clothes and place my cock on her stomach, I look at her and continue kissing her, maxing out her perfect nipples
Her eyes roll back in her head as you touch her, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy at your tender assault on her nipples. "Fuck... yes..." she moans out, writhing beneath you. Her hips begin to grind against your cock now, desperate for contact, desperate for release.
With a low growl, she spreads her legs wider and hooks them behind yours, holding you tightly against her as she pushes upward toward the pressure building between her thighs. "I need... I need you..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as their bodies slide together with each movement. The heat of your skin feels incredible against hers, burning through every layer until there is nothing but raw desire left.
Her fingers dig into the bedding beneath her as she fights to keep herself from coming apart right here and now; this feeling... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she wants it so badly that she can almost taste it on her tongue. "Please..." She gasps out between kisses, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. "Please, Bruce..."
as my sex rage increases, I penetrate her and get rough, fucking her hard and mercilessly, I hold her neck and put my cock deep inside her, I moan brutally
Her nails scrape against the skin of your back as she feels you thrust deeper into her body with each rough movement. "Oh god..." Her words come out in a breathy moan, her hips bucking wildly beneath yours. She twists and squirms underneath you, desperate for more contact, desperate to feel as much of you as she can possibly fit inside of her.
Her fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles turning white from the effort it takes not to break through them as she lets out a keening cry when you hit that perfect spot inside of her. "Bruce!" Her whole body tenses and spasms in an intense release, her inner muscles gripping and pulsing around your cock even harder with every last shuddering tremor.
Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as the orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her limp and sated beneath you. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she gazes up at you, a small smile playing on her plush red lips. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely before laughing softly, shaking her head and rolling away from you onto her side.
Her fingers trail idly along the smooth skin of her thigh as she watches you through hooded eyes. You can feel the weight of her stare on your back like a physical thing; it's almost unnerving. "So," she says after a moment, her voice barely more than a breath. "Will you help me with my homework now?"
I look at her and I am surprised by her request, to help her with her homework, even though she is strong in all subjects, I walk up behind her and hold her by her waist and I say to her "why do you need my help? You are stronger than me!"
Her body tenses momentarily under your touch before relaxing back against yours. "I don't need it," she admits softly, not looking at you as she speaks. "But I thought... maybe we could work together? You know... study and stuff?" She bites her lip nervously, then sighs, letting her head fall back against the pillow. "I just want to spend more time with you."
Her cheeks flush again when she finally meets your eyes; there's a vulnerability in them that you haven't seen before. It takes everything in you not to press your advantage and take what you really want right now, even though it would be so easy...
I look at her and lie down next to her, kissing her once, I say "me.....I too would like to work with you, together!"
She arches an eyebrow, raising herself up onto her elbow so that she can look at you properly. "Really?" Her voice is cautious, almost suspicious. "Because I could just pretend to be interested in studying if... you know..." She pauses, letting the suggestion hang in the air between you for a moment before continuing softly, "...if we worked something out."
Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what she's just said, but she doesn't take it back. There's something about you that makes her feel braver than usual; more confident in herself and her abilities to get what she wants. She watches you carefully, waiting for your response.
I look at her and hold her cheek "stop asking yourself questions, even if you are not interested in studies, I understand you, but working with you, in studies and other things, for me it is a gift, you are so..... wonderful Isabella!" I caress her cheek gently
Her eyes widen at your words, uncertainty flashing across her features before vanishing just as quickly. She feels herself blush even harder when you touch her face so gently, but she doesn't look away or try to pull away from your grasp. "Really?" she asks quietly, almost sounding disbelieving. "You really think so?"
She turns her head into your hand, pressing her cheek against the back of your knuckles as if she needs to feel the contact more than anything else right now. It's been such a long time since anyone has treated her with kindness like this... it makes her feel almost weak in the knees.
She looks up at you then, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since you laid down beside her. "Fine," she says simply, nodding once as if to seal the deal. "We'll study together." Her lips curve into a small smile before pressing against yours hungrily, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of your lips. "But don't think this means I won't expect my fair share of... rewards," she whispers against your mouth.
I look at her and tease her “Who said there’s a reward?”I look at her with a smile
"Oh, you better believe there's a reward," she murmurs before leaning in to nip gently at your lower lip with her teeth. Her free hand slips beneath the sheet, trailing up your chest and over your shoulder until it finds its way around your neck, pulling you down into a deep, sensual kiss.
Her tongue dances against yours expertly, teasing and taunting as their bodies mold together once more in perfect harmony. There's an intensity to her movements that takes your breath away; it feels almost like she's claiming ownership over you with every stroke of her tongue against yours. It makes your heart race faster and hotter than ever before, the blood rushing through your veins as if it's trying to escape this intense heat.
As the kiss ends on a satisfied moan from deep within her throat, she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes again, a sly smile curving her lips. "Don't forget now," she whispers huskily before leaning in for another kiss that leaves you aching for more.
I look at her and I take over, kissing her like she did for me, I look into her eyes "I'm going to forget you!"I smile at her and I kiss her sensually and deeply
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your lips move against hers again, the kiss growing deeper and more passionate by the second. Her body arches up off the bed, pressing closer to yours, desperate for more contact. She moans into your mouth when you finally pull away, gazing up at you through hooded eyes.
Her fingers trail idly down your chest and stomach, exploring every inch of smooth skin she can find before coming to rest on the elastic waistband of your pants. "I hope not," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper as she tugs gently at the fabric. "Because I want you... all of you." Her eyes flicker downward for a moment before meeting yours again, desire burning bright in their depths.
Her free hand slips between your bodies, cupping your erection through your boxers, and she begins to stroke him slowly and sensually, teasing and taunting as her fingers dance against the velvety smooth skin. Her breath hitches when he jerks in response, moaning low in her throat at the feel of you beneath her touch. "God... Bruce..." She trails off into a moan, pressing herself harder against your hand before glancing over at the clock on her nightstand. "Shit," she whispers, sitting up suddenly and pushing a stray curl of hair behind one ear. "I've got class in half an hour."
She looks down at you with regret flashing across her features for only a moment before shaking her head, grinning wickedly. "But I bet we can find some time later... Right?" Her hand slips between your bodies again, wrapping around you tightly as she gives your length a firm squeeze. Her other hand finds its way to the
I look at her and I hold her "no I'm done" I penetrate her gently and sensually and I start to move quickly to finish quickly and well, I kiss her so that she calms down
Her eyes widen as you push into her, gasping out your name in surprise and delight before laughing softly against your lips. Her body arches up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal vigor as she curls her legs around yours, digging her heels into your lower back. She moans when you hit that spot inside of her again, rocking her hips in a futile attempt to increase the sensation.
Her free hand fists in the bedsheets, knuckles white and aching as she focuses all of her energy on holding herself together until this moment passes. "Fuck..." she pants hoarsely, her breath coming faster now. She can feel herself close to the edge; she's never been so close with someone before... it's overwhelming in the best way possible.
With a sharp cry of relief, her body tenses and spasms around you as waves of pleasure wash over her in rapid succession. Her muscles clench tightly, holding you deep inside for what feels like an eternity before finally releasing you with a shuddering gasp.
She falls back against the bed, breathless and spent, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. A small smile plays on her lips as she reaches down between your bodies, retrieving his boxers and tucking him back into them with a wink. "I think we can definitely find some time later," she whispers before rolling over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking at you expectantly. "But first... I have class."
I look at her and I throw her bra in her face to tease her "It's true, sweetheart, so go to class, you little naughty girl!" I smile at her and I slap her butt to excite her
Her eyes widen in surprise when you throw her bra across the room, a giggle bubbling up out of her as she watches it sail through the air and land with an unceremonious plop on the carpet. "You are so bad," she chastises with a grin, slapping your arm playfully before rolling off the bed and gathering up her things.
She pauses for a moment, turning to look at you over her shoulder before asking teasingly, "But do you want me to come back?" Her voice holds a hint of challenge in it; she can't help but enjoy pushing your buttons like this.
The air between them crackles with electricity as they share a knowing glance, their bodies still tingling from the recent encounter. The question hangs there, unspoken but implied; what are you willing to do for her? And more importantly, what will she be willing to do for you?
I look at her and knead her breasts "I want you to come back to punish me, sweetheart.....otherwise I'm the one who's going to punish you!"
Her breath hitches when you touch her in just the right way, a moan slipping from between parted lips before she can stop it. Her gaze flickers downward, tracing your hand as it moves over her breast, her nipple hardening even more under the assault of your touch. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, deciding not to argue further at this point. "I'll come back... but only if you do what I say."
With a satisfied smile on her lips, she turns and saunters out of the room, knowing full well that she has you right where she wants you. The sound of the door closing echoes through the empty hallway as she makes her way to class, her heart racing and her mind replaying the events of the last few minutes over and over in her head like a movie on constant repeat.
The smile never leaves her face for the rest of the day.
as the day ends, I'm in Isabella's dorm, working on my computer while waiting for her
Her door swings open, and there she is - red hair tumbling down her back in waves, cheeks flushed from the cold winter air. She sees you immediately, a small smile curving her lips as she walks over to join you on the bed. "Hey," she says quietly, settling in beside you before looking at your computer screen curiously. "What are you working on?"
She leans in closer, peering over your shoulder at the document open before you. Her breath tickles along the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine and distracting her from whatever she was about to say next. "That... looks important," she murmurs, feeling a little thrill race through her at the thought that you trust her enough to let her see it.
I look at her and show her "I'm putting away my computer and the files I have, and also, if you want to use my computer, you can take it without asking me!" I kiss her on her forehead and I ask her "so how was the day"
She looks up at you with a surprised little laugh. "You're so cute when you're all business-like." She reaches over to give your arm a squeeze before nodding towards the computer. "Actually, I was thinking... instead of studying together tonight like we planned, why don't we do something else?" Her cheeks flush slightly at her own words; she's not sure where this idea came from or what exactly she has in mind, but it feels right somehow.
I put away my computer and approach her “what do you want to do, little naughty girl?”
Her lips curve into a playful grin as she looks up at you with mischief in her eyes. "I want..." She pauses, biting her lower lip thoughtfully before continuing, "...to see what you'll do if I take off my clothes." Her voice is quiet but steady, daring you to refuse her challenge.
Her fingers trail idly along the hem of her sweater, inching higher with every word until finally she pulls it over her head and tosses it aside, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Goosebumps rise on her skin as cool air hits her bare arms, making her shiver slightly. Her heart races wildly, anticipating your reaction to this display of courage and vulnerability.
I put my head in her tits and remove her red and black panties "do you want me to fuck you little slut....?" I kiss her and start to caress her pussy
Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her panties, revealing her smooth, bare flesh beneath. She lets out a shuddering gasp when your fingers brush against her damp folds; it's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, and the sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way.
She arches into your touch, moaning deeply as your hands begin to stroke and tease her sensitive skin. She squirms beneath your touch, needing more contact, wanting you deeper inside of her. "Fuuuck," she whispers hoarsely, her head falling back against the pillow as she gives herself up to the pleasure you're offering her.
Her hips circle restlessly on the bed, seeking friction against anything they can find while her fingers twist in your hair, urging you onward with every moan and groan that escapes her lips. It feels like an eternity since she's been so close to climaxing; every nerve ending in her body is on edge, waiting for the release that only you can give her.
as the night goes on, I continue to fuck her in all positions on the bed, then for a moment I lift her up and continue to move holding her breasts to excite her more and biting her nipples
As you fuck her, moving from one position to another, she clings to you like a lifeline, her nails digging into your back as her body arches up off the bed in search of deeper contact. Her moans and gasps fill the air around them, mingling with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin against skin.
When you lift her up, holding her breasts in one hand while biting her nipples with your teeth, she cries out in surprise and pleasure so loudly it sounds like a whimper. Her body trembles and quakes beneath your touch, closer to the edge than ever before. "Bruce..." she whispers, eyes closing tightly as she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her.
Her fingers dance restlessly over your shoulders, across your chest, anywhere they can reach in a desperate attempt to touch more of you while you take her like this. She knows it won't be long now; she can feel herself starting to spiral out of control, the tension building inside her with every thrust and bite, every moan and gasp that escapes her lips.
I look at her and I kiss her, her body goes out of control, she shakes violently, I put her on the bed and I cum inside her, I start to get exhausted and satisfied
Her body still trembling from the orgasm that swept through her only moments ago, she sinks bonelessly back onto the bed, gasping for air as you kiss her deeply. The weight of your arm across her chest and your body pressed against hers is enough to keep her grounded; even now, when she's finally managed to catch her breath, she feels like she could explode all over again just from being this close to you.
Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, over your shoulder, around your neck, before coming to rest in your hair. She pulls gently, drawing your head back down so that your lips meet hers once more in a tender kiss full of promise and desire. As she kisses you, she whispers into your mouth, "Thank you." It's the only word that seems adequate right now to express how she feels; how much this has meant to her, how much you've given her tonight.
Her hips rock gently against yours, almost as if in some subconscious effort to draw out every last drop of pleasure from this incredible night. It feels like they're saying something else too, though; that she wants more, even after everything you've already given her. But for now, at least, she can be content with this: the knowledge that she finally has someone who understands her... and who wants her just as badly.
I look at her and I place my forehead on hers and I whisper to her "no... it's me who has to thank you, for everything...., thank you for being with me!"I smile at her
Her lips curve into a soft, warm smile as she gazes up at you. "You don't have anything to thank me for," she whispers, running her fingers lightly through your hair before cupping your cheek in her palm. "This... what we have, it's just two people who finally found someone who understands them. Who gets them." She pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for any hint of doubt or rejection. But all she sees is sincerity and affection; it's as if you're looking straight into her soul, seeing all the things she tries so hard to hide from everyone else.
Her heart gives an aching lurch in her chest at the realization that you truly do get her; that maybe, just maybe, she's not alone anymore. And it's in this moment, with your forehead pressed against hers and your breath warm on her skin, that she knows without a shadow of a doubt that everything has changed. For better or for worse, nothing will ever be the same again.
But as she stares into your eyes, lost in the depths of their emerald green depths, she doesn't mind anymore; not because it scares her or because she thinks she can't handle it. It's because with you, she finally feels free.
for years, I traveled the world and places to find the person who will love me but now that I found him, I feel good and light, with Isabella, it's different....it's....a crazy story between us, I hold his cheek and I say it and I show my feelings "I love you....my heart!"
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak those words; they fall from your lips like soft velvet, wrapping themselves around her heart and squeezing tightly. She watches your expression closely, searching for any signs of doubt or fear, but all she sees is sincerity and love shining back at her. And it's then that she knows: with you, she can finally let go of the past, all the pain and heartache that have defined her for so long.
She lifts one hand to cup your cheek as well, her thumb tracing gently over your lips before coming to rest on your chin. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as tears prick the corners of her eyes. "So much."
Her gaze drops down, taking in every line and curve of your face, committing it all to memory; the way your eyebrows furrow when you're thinking deeply, the dimple in your cheek that appears whenever you smile, the small scar above your left eye from a childhood accident. She remembers each tiny imperfection as if it were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, because to her, they make you who you are; they're what set you apart from everyone else in the world. And she couldn't be more thankful for that.
looking at her as she examines me, I smile at her and lean on my hand then I say "I think I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted, you've taken all my energy!"I laugh softly to tease her
She giggles, the sound soft and sweet as it floats through the air between them. "Oh really?" She pretends to pout, dropping her hand from your cheek before sitting up a little straighter. "And here I thought you had more energy in you." Her eyes roam over your body appreciatively before coming back to rest on your face, studying you with a look of wonder and affection.
She leans forward until their noses are almost touching, her breath warm against your skin. "Maybe... maybe I should show you another way to recharge your batteries?" She smirks suggestively, licking her lips before running one thumb lightly across the corner of your mouth. "What do you think?"
I look at her and I kiss her "show me, I'm all yours!" I put my armbands behind her back to hold her and I continue to kiss her
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest at your words; she'd never dreamed you'd be so eager to see what else she had to offer. With a soft laugh, she twines her arms around your neck and pulls you down toward her for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. Her body arches into yours, her hips grinding against yours in silent invitation as their tongues dance together, tasting and exploring each other's mouths.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling lightly at the soft strands as she gets lost in the feel of you pressed against her, skin to skin. She never wants this moment to end; she doesn't want to think about anything but right now, and how good it feels to have found someone who understands her, who makes her feel truly alive again after so long.
With a soft moan, she pulls away from the kiss, breathless and panting against your lips. Her eyes meet yours, sparkling with desire and need as they search for any sign of hesitation or regret. But all she sees is want; an unspoken promise that whatever happens next, they'll be together. It's a heady feeling, this power she has over you; knowing that you would follow her anywhere, do anything for her... it's intoxicating. And she knows just how to use it.
With a wicked grin curving her lips, she pushes herself off the bed and stands before you, legs spread wide and hands braced on your shoulders. "Like this?" she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Or would you rather see something else?"
I look at her and I approach her "hmmm the tigress is starting to attack....show what you have in your stomach, my heart!"I slap her buttocks and I penetrate my cock inside her so that she can start
Her breath hitches as you slap her ass and then thrust deeply into her; the feeling of you filling her up again sends shivers down her spine and makes her head spin with desire. "Harder," she moans, arching her back to give you better access. She reaches behind herself, gripping one of your shoulders as she rides your cock, guiding you deeper with each thrust.
Her hips circle restlessly on the bed, urging you to go faster, harder; the sensation of being so close to the edge is driving her wild and making it difficult for her to think straight. "Fuuuck," she breathes out as another orgasm begins to build inside her, tightening her muscles and making every nerve ending scream in anticipation of release. "I'm gonna..."
But before she can finish her sentence, you slam into her one final time, sending her over the edge and into a shuddering climax that has her crying out your name as waves of pleasure wash through her body. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably around you, milking your cock as she comes apart in your arms. It feels like she could stay here forever - lost in this haze of passion and satisfaction. But even as the orgasm fades away, leaving behind a warm glow and contented smile, she knows it won't be long before she craves more.
And that thought alone is enough to make her want to get down on her knees and beg you for what she needs.
as dawn comes, I continue to fuck Isabella, all night I fucked her, on the bed, I fuck her brutally, harder and harder, I slap her ass and say in her ears "I'm going to drive you crazy, you're going to cum incessantly*
Her lips part in a soft moan as you continue your relentless onslaught; her body is no longer her own, driven by primal instincts she never knew existed until now. The sting of your hands against her flesh only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her, making each touch that much more intense and pleasurable.
Her head falls back against your shoulder as she lets out a shuddering breath, her mind spinning with the weight of everything that's happened between them tonight. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge again, her body desperate for release, desperate for you to give it what it needs. But even now, with your hands marking her flesh and your cock buried deep inside her, she knows there is something more; some deeper connection that exists between them.
As the first rays of dawn peek through the window, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, she closes her eyes and revels in the feel of you moving against her, lost in this perfect moment where nothing else matters but the two of them and their shared passion. It feels like they could stay like this forever, trapped in a world that exists only for them; safe from everything and everyone else outside these four walls.
But she knows it can't last. Eventually, dawn will give way to morning, and reality with all its harsh edges and unanswered questions will come crashing back down around them. Until then, though, she intends to savor every second of this fleeting perfection; to hold onto it like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.
while everyone is sleeping, I come back with my head dizzy, I look next to me, Isabella naked next to me, I smile and I kiss her on her forehead then I get up to go wash
As you look down at her, she blushes slightly under your gaze, her breath catching in her throat as memories of the night come flooding back. Your lips pressed against hers, your hands exploring every inch of her skin... It's a heady feeling, knowing that you were with her; that she was enough for you to lose control.
She watches you go without another word, her thoughts swirling as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened between them. The night has been nothing short of incredible, and yet... there's still a tiny voice in the back of her mind that wonders if this was all just some kind of fluke. What will happen tomorrow when reality comes crashing back down around them?
Eventually, she pushes herself off the bed and pads across the room to get dressed, wrapping herself up in a soft robe as she does so. The events of the night leave her feeling both exhilarated and terrified, and it takes all her concentration not to let either emotion overwhelm her completely. For now, she decides that discretion is the better part of valor; ignoring whatever thoughts or feelings might be nagging at the back of her mind, she focuses instead on the happiness that still lingers in the pit of her stomach like a warm ember refusing to die out.
She steps lightly into her shoes and approaches you as you stand under the steaming spray of water, eyes closed and head tilted back as if lost in thought. With a small sigh, she leans against the doorframe, bracing herself for whatever might come next. "Hey," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you sleep well?"
I look at her and say "yeah...I slept well, still tired, but it's okay, and you slept well, I guess!"I smile at her then I do my shampoo
"Mmm, not too bad," she lies with a small yawn. Her hands find their way up to rub her eyes, then idly fidget with the belt of her robe as she watches you. Part of her wants nothing more than to curl up back in bed and sleep for hours, but another part is nervous about being alone with her thoughts again. She tries not to think too hard about why that might be.
Instead, she decides to take the initiative. "Hungry?" she asks, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. There's always breakfast food somewhere in Bruce's refrigerator; even if it is somewhat random or leftover from who knows when. But it'll give them something to do while they both gather their thoughts and decide what comes next.
Her heart skips a beat as she remembers the way he looked at her last night... the way he touched her, possessed her... it felt like nothing else mattered but them in that moment. She hopes that no matter how crazy this all might be, they can find a way to make it work outside of bed too. But even if not... well, she'll deal with that when and if it ever becomes an issue. For now, she's just going to enjoy the feeling of being wanted and desired by Bruce Wayne.
as I come out of the bathroom, well dressed, I look at the table with breakfast, I am surprised what Isabella made for us, I look at her and say "that's..... amazing, thank you for having breakfast!" I smile at her and kiss her on the mouth without thinking
Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you pull her close and press your lips against hers in a soft, grateful kiss. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding onto you tightly as their tongues dance together in the sweetest of morning greetings. It's almost too much; the way he looks at her, touches her... like she's the most important thing in his world. It makes her heart race and her stomach flutter with butterflies.
When you finally pull away, she keeps one hand on your shoulder as they both sit down to eat, their legs brushing lightly against each other beneath the table. She watches you take a bite of the food she's made for you, feeling a small surge of satisfaction at the pleased look that crosses your face. For now, it's enough just to enjoy this moment with him; to savor every kiss and touch and word before the real world intrudes once more and they have to figure out where to go from here.
But for right now, she doesn't want to think about anything except how perfect this is... and how much more perfect it could be if they were together forever.
as the minutes pass, Isabella gets ready to go to class, and so do I, as I leave the house with Isabella, I say to her "when we get to university, I want you to stay as you were, stay normal, act normally, even if between us, we have done sensual things, but act as usual with me!"I hold her hand gently
She nods in agreement, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Of course, I understand," she says with a soft smile. Part of her is relieved that you trust her enough to not make a big deal out of what they've done; it means you truly see her as more than just some fling or conquest. And the fact that he wants her to stay normal... well, that only serves to strengthen her resolve to prove herself worthy of your trust and affection.
As they near the university campus, she slows their pace, coming to a stop a few feet away from you when they reach her classroom door. "I should go in now," she says with a small sigh, tilting her head back to look up at you. "Do you want to walk me to my next class?"
I look at her and I smile "of course...I'm following you!"* I follow her to accompany her to her class, as we arrive in front of her class, I hold her hand and I say to her* "take care of yourself, see you later, see you later!"I wave my hand to say goodbye
Her heart feels like it's going to burst right out of her chest as you stand there, holding her hand and looking at her with such tenderness in your eyes. She forces a smile and gives you a quick nod before slipping into the classroom, praying that she manages to pay attention today; with thoughts of you constantly swirling through her mind, it's going to be a challenge.
When the bell rings for her next class, she hurries off down the hallway, hoping against hope that she doesn't run into anyone she knows along the way. As luck would have it, she manages to make it through her entire day without any awkward encounters or questions about where she was last night. It feels like a small miracle, but she knows it can't last forever; eventually, someone is bound to notice their absences from each other's company and start asking questions.
When the final bell finally rings and she steps out of her last class of the day, relief washes over her in a warm, tingling wave. She looks around, searching for any signs of you, but doesn't spot you anywhere; maybe he left before she had the chance to see him off again. With a sigh, she shoulders her bag and begins to make her way across campus toward her dorm room, wondering what their next move should be.
as I look at her, her head lowered looking towards the ground, I approach her, and hold her by her back "is there a problem, Isabella?" I look at her with concern
"Oh..." She looks up at you, surprised to see that you're concerned. "No, nothing's wrong... it's just been a long day, I guess." Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers their plans for tonight; now that they've had the chance to be together and things have been so perfect between them, the idea of having to keep up this charade during the day seems even more difficult than before.
She bites her lip, not quite sure how to broach the subject with you. Part of her wants nothing more than to confess everything and beg for your understanding; another part is terrified at what might happen if she does. "I just... I wish things could be different," she whispers, a catch in her throat making the words difficult to say. "That we didn't have to keep this secret anymore."
Her eyes search yours for any sign of judgment or disappointment, but all she sees is kindness and patience. It takes everything in her not to melt into a sobbing mess right here on the spot; instead, she squares her shoulders and tries to force a brave smile. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to complain."
I smile, then I laugh softly, I approach her and give her a hug, then I say to her "breathe calmly, I know that our secret is hard to keep, but if you would like to talk to your friends, girl or boy, I would not be against it, but just promise that you will have respect for me and for others, okay?"
"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat as you envelop her in your strong arms. It feels good to know that you trust her enough not to break their agreement; it's a weight off her shoulders, even if she doesn't fully understand why. "Thank you... for understanding."
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before pulling away from the embrace and nodding toward her dorm room. "I should probably get going," she says, forcing another smile as they begin to walk side by side down the sidewalk. The sun is setting in the sky, painting everything in shades of pink and orange; it's a beautiful evening, but all she can think about is how much better it would be if she didn't have this constant ache in her chest whenever she thinks about their situation.
"Do you want to stop somewhere for dinner?" you ask politely, glancing down at her. "Maybe grab something on the way to your dorm?"
Isabella blinks, feeling herself flush again. "I... I don't know," she stammers. The idea of being alone with you outside of their bedroom fills her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation; she has no idea what they would even talk about or do. For now, she decides that it's best to stick to the original plan: heading back to her dorm room first so they can figure things out without any awkwardness or pressure. "Maybe another time," she says with a nervous laugh.
You smile, but there's something unreadable in your eyes as you nod understandingly. The rest of the walk is made in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts as they near her dormitory building. When they finally reach it, you come to a stop
as I walk next to her, she looks back at the offer I made to her to eat as she leaves "I don't want to force you, just tell me if you want to eat somewhere or you can go straight to your dorm*
"I think I should probably just... get to my room," she says hesitantly, her eyes drifting away from you as she searches for the words that will best express what she means. "It's been a long day and... and things have been strange between us today." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before continuing. "I just need some time alone to process everything, okay?"
She hopes you understand; there are so many emotions churning inside her right now that it's hard for her to make sense of any of them. All she knows is that spending another moment with you feels like the most important thing in the world, even if deep down she knows that she needs some space.
She takes a step back, wanting to create some distance between the two of you but not quite sure why. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. And then, without waiting for your response, she turns and hurries away down the hallway, not looking back even once until she's disappeared into her room and the door is firmly closed behind her.
Left standing alone in the hallway, you can't help but feel a sting of disappointment at her retreat. Did you push her too far? Say something wrong? You try to remind yourself that it's only been a few days since you met; there's no reason for things to be so complicated already. Still, you can't shake the feeling that something is off tonight, and it worries you more than you care to admit.
I still stand in the hallway, in my thoughts, thinking about the times when I did some things wrong, but I didn't do anything, my actions were pretty good, maybe she really needs some alone time, I turn around to go back into my house, but my thoughts are holding me back, corrupting my mind and emotions with pain and sadness
The moment you turn your back on her, the floodgates open; tears stream silently down her cheeks as she lets out a shuddering breath, leaning against the door with relief. It's been so hard for her, juggling her feelings for you while keeping up this charade during the day. And tonight... tonight was supposed to be different. She had hoped that they could build on what happened last night, become more than just a fleeting moment of passion in the dark.
But instead, it all feels so complicated now. It's like she can't even trust herself around you anymore; every time she tries to say something or do something, it comes out all wrong. Part of her wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and never come out again, while another part is still filled with hope that maybe there's a way for them to make this work outside of their secret trysts.
With shaking hands, she pulls out her phone and quickly texts one of her closest friends from home; anyone who might understand how she feels right now and be able to give her some perspective on what happened tonight. Even though she knows it'll probably only make things worse, talking about it is better than bottling it all up inside where it can fester and rot her from the inside out.
Eventually, after washing her face and blowing her nose, she drags herself across the room to collapse onto her bed, staring at the ceiling as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened between them in such a short amount of time. The longer she lies there, the more exhausted she feels; it's been such an emotional rollercoaster tonight, and now that everything has finally quieted down inside her head, sleep begins to claim her at last.
As she drifts off into dreamless
as I walk in the night of the city, the lights shining, my sadness corrupts my emotions, then I receive a message from my brother who tells me "Bruce, you have to come home, there is a problem that happened with the family, try to find a way to justify absences tomorrow!" I look at the message then, out of determination and forgetting my emotions, I run towards my house to get my car then I drive my car to go to my family where my brother is
She feels terrible about pushing you away like that; there were moments tonight when she could swear that everything was perfect between them and she could see a future where they were together... but then something would happen or she'd say the wrong thing, and it would all come crashing down around her. It's exhausting, this constant struggle to keep up the facade while also trying to hold onto the memories of what they shared last night.
With a sigh, she rolls onto her side, staring at the clock as the seconds tick agonizingly slowly by. She knows she should try to sleep; tomorrow is another day and things have to go back to normal if they're going to make this work. But even as she tells herself that, part of her can't help but wonder what could possibly happen next between them... and if anything ever will again.
as the sun rises, shining the city with magnificent beauty, Isabella, begins to get ready for class, but on my side, I am with my family, who has a problem between, a general argument has formed, and me and my brother start to stop them, I know that today I have class but my family comes first
She knows that she should go to you; that your family needs you right now more than anything else in the world. But her heart aches with longing as she watches you from afar, torn between her feelings for you and her duty to stay out of your personal life. She wonders what it is that could be so important as to pull you away from her like this; fears that maybe there's something more going on than just a family argument.
Eventually, she forces herself to tear her gaze away from you and head off toward class, trying her best not to think about anything except the papers she needs to grade or the lecture she has later in the day. As much as she wants to believe that things can go back to normal between you once this whole situation is resolved, part of her isn't so sure anymore.
But for now, there's nothing else she can do; she has to trust that fate will find a way to bring them together again, even if it means waiting patiently for however long that might take.
as the days pass, I know I have to call Isabella or send a message to tell her that I'm okay, but on the one hand, I'm afraid.....scared of hurting her, afraid of doing something bad....scared that things won't work between us anymore, I stay there on my couch staring at the ceiling
Days turn into weeks, and still you don't contact her. It feels like a physical pain in her chest, the not knowing; she wants so desperately to believe that everything is going to be okay between them, but without any word from you, it's impossible for her to have faith in anything. She tries her best not to think about it too much during class or while she's with friends, but even then the doubt lingers at the edges of her thoughts like a persistent mosquito buzzing around her ear.
At night, when she should be sleeping, she finds herself laying awake staring up at the ceiling just like you do, lost in memories of your time together and wondering what might have been if only things were different. She tries to tell herself that it's for the best; that this whole thing was never meant to last and that they should both move on with their lives... but deep down, she knows that she can't let go that easily. You mean too much to her for her to just give up without a fight.
Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, she texts you one night while she's curled up in bed, half-heartedly doing homework. She doesn't expect you to reply right away; in fact, she fully intends on going to sleep as soon as she hits send. But instead of slipping off into dreamland like she planned, her eyes snap wide open when her phone buzzes with a new message from an unknown number. It's you.
as I sent the message to her, the message reads "Isabella, I don't know what's going on between us, but I hope you're okay, I don't know if I said or did something wrong, but I'm sorry...if I said things or did things wrong......I'm sorry!"then the message stops, I look at the ceiling waiting to see if she responds or not
She feels her heart speed up as she reads your message over and over again, the words burning into her retinas like branding irons. Part of her wants nothing more than to throw her phone across the room in anger or disgust; how dare you act like this is all her fault! But then another part recognizes that, perhaps, you aren't acting like yourself; maybe something really did happen between your family and that has pulled you away from her. Or maybe...maybe you were just as confused by everything as she was.
Taking a deep breath, she composes herself before typing out a reply:
"I'm sorry too," she admits finally, feeling the tears well up in her eyes once more. "It's been so hard for me not knowing what's going on with you or why you disappeared... I just want us to be okay again." She takes another deep breath before hitting send, closing her eyes as she waits for your response, wishing she could be there with you right now so she could hold you and make everything better.
I breathe and I read his message, I start writing and I send it to him "tell me......tell me sincerely.....please....why did you want to have space between me and you?"
"I don't know," she admits, her voice small in the darkness. "Part of me just needed some time alone to sort through my feelings... and part of me was afraid that if I saw you or talked to you, we wouldn't be able to stay away from each other." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "I guess I was hoping that giving us both some space would help us figure things out."
She can feel her heart racing as she types out the rest of her message; it seems like there's so much more to say, but at the same time, everything feels so raw and exposed just saying what little she has.
"Please," she finally pleads, "can we talk about this? I miss you so much... and I want us to be okay again."
I look at the message, and I quickly write the message to her "I'm coming to your house!"
She hears a car pull up outside of her dormitory, the sound of footsteps running toward it... and then there's a sharp knock at her door. Her heart leaps into her throat as she hurries across the room to open it; for a moment, she can't breathe or speak, lost in the depths of your eyes as you gaze back at her.
"Isabella," you say softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, "I miss you too." It feels like every word that comes out of your mouth is laced with raw emotion; she can feel the ache in her chest begin to ease as their fingers twine together.
She nods slowly, forcing herself to meet your gaze even though it's incredibly hard not to look away. "I never wanted us to be apart," she confesses in a shaky whisper. "Even when I said I needed space... that was just me trying to make sense of everything."
You step closer, cupping her face in your hands as you study her features with such intensity it makes her feel like she's on fire. "So... what do we do now?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper as well. "Do we try and move past this? Or..." You trail off, not quite sure how to phrase the question.
She swallows hard before leaning forward, meeting your lips with her own in a passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. When she pulls back, she looks up at you, hope shining bright in her eyes despite the uncertainty still lingering there. "I want to be with you," she whispers, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "I don't care what anyone else thinks or says; I just want us to be together."
I close the door behind me and kiss her gently "I love you Isabella, you are precious to me, I will never leave you alone....never again"
Tears of relief spill down her cheeks as she buries her face in your chest, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "I love you too," she whispers between sobs, relieved beyond words that this isn't the end, that you feel the same way she does. "I was so scared I'd lose you."
You stroke her hair, kissing the top of her head as you hold her close. There's no question in your mind now; Isabella is the most important person in your life and always will be. No matter what challenges lie ahead, or how many secrets you have to keep, you know that she'll be by your side through it all. "I won't let anything come between us again," you promise, your voice firm with determination.
She pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze once more before giving you a small, tentative smile. "What about school? And your family?" she asks hesitantly, still feeling the weight of those responsibilities pressing down on her shoulders.
You sigh softly and run a hand through his hair, considering her words carefully. "I don't know the full extent of what happened with my family," you admit, "but I have to go back there eventually. We can't keep avoiding them forever." She flinches at your choice of words, but you continue, needing to be honest with her. "As for school... things may get complicated between us if we keep seeing each other like this. We might need to find a way to balance our time together and our responsibilities."
Isabella nods, her expression solemn as she takes in your words. "I understand," she says finally, hating the thought of being apart from you even for a moment. But she also knows that there's no easy solution here;
I look at her and hold her hand "I know that you hate my idea and that you want to be by my side, all the time, but we will have things to do, responsibilities to respect, but even if I am far from you, trust me, I will always be there, in your heart, to watch over you!"I kiss her gently without releasing
"I know," she whispers, trying to convince herself more than anything else. "And I promise to do the same for you; no matter how far apart we are or what obstacles we face, I'll always be here, cheering you on and supporting you from afar." She closes her eyes, relishing in the feel of your lips against hers, wishing they could stay like this forever.
But she knows that reality doesn't work that way; there are responsibilities and obligations to attend to. For now, all they can do is hold onto each other as tightly as possible and make the most of every moment together. "We should... we should go somewhere," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper against your skin. "Somewhere where nobody will bother us, where it's just us."
You pull back far enough to look into her eyes; she sees both desire and fear reflected there, a tangled web of emotions that only seems to make her more irresistible. With a groan, you gather her into your arms once again, losing yourself in the sensation of having her so close. "Wherever you want," you murmur against her ear, trailing kisses down her neck. "Just name the place."
I kiss her neck and start to undress her "let's go to my place, and stay alone for the whole evening, you and me, my love!"
Her heart flutters in her chest as you undress her, your hands leaving a trail of fire down her skin. It feels like every inch of her is on fire for you, and the thought of being alone with you like this... well, it's almost more than she can bear. "Your place," she repeats breathlessly, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
She pulls away just long enough to slide into a pair of jeans and a tank top before following you out the door; hand in hand, they practically sprint across campus toward your car, hardly noticing the curious glances they're getting from other students as they go. Once inside the vehicle, she leans back against the seat with a contented sigh, feeling the thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.
You start the engine and pull out into traffic, making small talk about your day or what classes you have coming up; anything to keep your mind off the forbidden topic that's been hanging between them like a thick, suffocating fog. The tension eases slightly as they chat and laugh together, but it never fully dissipates entirely, not until you pull into the driveway of your house and she sees the warm glow spilling out from your front door.
let's get out of the car, I pick up and carry Isabella into the house, I go up the stairs to a bedroom and start to take off her jeans and shirt, I take off my clothes and start licking her pussy out of excitement
"Bruce!" she exclaims in surprise as you pick her up and carry her into your house. She blushes bright red as your hands roam over her bare skin; it feels so good to be this close to you again, and the anticipation of what's to come makes every inch of her body tingle with desire.
You lead her upstairs to a bedroom, closing the door behind you before setting her down on the bed. She watches as you strip out of your clothes, the muscles in your back rippling as you move; it's hard not to stare. When you step closer and begin to undress her, she breathes in sharply, arching her back instinctively when your hands touch her skin.
"Bruce," she whispers, feeling light-headed with desire. "I want... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as you strip away the last of her clothes and lower your head between her legs, taking her into your mouth with an expertise that leaves her utterly speechless.