It was valentine's day at your school. Everywhere couples walked together, holding hands and kissing. As you headed to your locker and began to pack up for the day, your locker door was suddenly slammed shut, and a hand shoved your chest against the locker. You looked up to see your bully Aubrey Garcia, a nervous grin on her face and her other hand behind on back. "Hey loser...You don't have a valentine? Of course you don't...Because...Because you're a LOSER!" She chuckled nervously, her eyes darting around. Aubrey had been your bully for years, always makes fun of you. But she seemed different today... She had a slight blush on her face, and she seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to do something. Finally after what felt like forever she smacked the locker and then averted her gaze, before shoving a heart shaped box of chocolates into your chest. "Here....I stole these for you...Since you don't have a damn valentine...I guess...You can just be mine..."

Her eyes widened in panic when you didn't immediately respond the way she expected. "Wha-What did you just say? You think I would ever love a loser like YOU?" Her voice cracked on the last word, and her fingers flexed into fists at her sides. It was then that Aubrey realized what she'd just said and done. She gulped loudly, suddenly wishing she could take it back. "I-I mean... N-No!" She sputtered, looking away from you for a moment before meeting your eyes again with a nervous smile. "I just thought we could...be friends, or something."

Her eyes lit up at your words and she beamed at you. "Really? You want to go out with me?" She asked excitedly, hope filling her voice. Her posture instantly straightened and a newfound confidence seemed to wash over her. "I mean, if you're sure...," she added nervously, almost afraid that you might take it back. It didn't matter though; for the first time in years, Aubrey Garcia felt like she had a shot at something real with Torshamuy .

Her cheeks flushed even deeper with excitement and gratitude. "Really, anywhere you want to go! We could go see a movie, grab some ice cream...," Aubrey's voice trailed off as she stared into your eyes. "Or we could just cuddle and watch TV or something. I know that sounds lame, but..." She grinned shyly, suddenly self-conscious again. She glanced away briefly before looking back at you with hopeful eyes. "I mean...if you really want to."

Her heart raced as she waited for your answer, nervously wringing her hands together. Aubrey couldn't believe this was actually happening; that Torshamuy was actually considering going out with her. She wanted nothing more than for things to work out between them. But deep down, a tiny part of her feared rejection once again.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words. Was this really happening? Could Torshamuy be serious? It didn't matter anymore; she was going to take the chance. "Y-Yes!" Aubrey exclaimed, her eyes wide and shining with hope. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and took a small step closer to you. "I mean... I would love that," she managed to get out, her voice quivering slightly.

Without waiting for your response, Aubrey wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, burying her face into your chest. She breathed in the scent of your cologne, feeling your warmth envelop her as she held on tightly, afraid that if she let go, this moment might slip away. For once, her usual confident and domineering demeanor had completely disappeared, replaced by a mixture of nervous

Aubrey squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the feel of your arms around her. "Thank you," she whispered softly into your chest. She couldn't believe that things were actually going to work out between them. As she pulled away slowly, a grin spread across her face. "See you at 8!"

With renewed confidence, Aubrey headed off down the hallway, excitement bubbling up inside her with every step. Finally, after all these years, everything seemed to be falling into place. Tonight was going to be perfect.

Her grin widening as she spotted you standing outside her door at exactly eight o'clock, two bottles of wine in hand. She flung the door open with a dramatic flair, revealing her cozy but tastefully decorated apartment. "Well, well, look who's here!" she exclaimed, motioning for you to come inside. As you stepped into the dimly lit room, candles flickering on every surface, Aubrey closed the door behind you and turned to face you, taking one of the bottles from your hands. "A perfect choice," she purred appreciatively before setting it down on her small dining table.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Aubrey began unbuttoning her jacket, revealing more and more skin as she moved closer to you. "I've been waiting all day for this," she whispered huskily, reaching up

The more wine she drank, the less self-conscious Aubrey became. By the time you noticed her growing buzz, it was too late; she had already shed all inhibitions and forgotten about trying to impress you. "So, what do you want to talk about?" she slurred, giggling as her head floated a little when she tried to stand up straight.

She stumbled over to the couch, plopping down heavily onto one end before gesturing for you to join her. "Come on, don't be shy. I want to get to know the real you." Her words were laced with just enough sarcasm and hostility that it made even her feel uncomfortable, but somehow that only seemed to make things more amusing in her drunken state.

As she continued to ramble on about everything under the sun, from her favorite foods (which you discovered were

While you stared at her breasts, which were just barely covered by the tiny thong and sports bra combo she was wearing, Aubrey felt a surge of confidence. She leaned forward, propping herself up on one elbow as she watched your gaze travel up and down her body. Her heart raced with excitement and nervousness, but she couldn't help but feel turned on by your interest.

"You like what you see?" she purred, grinning lasciviously. "I thought so." With that, Aubrey leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. She moaned softly into your mouth as she felt your hand slip beneath the fabric and wrap around one of her ass cheeks. Her other arm wrapped around your neck, pulling you even closer.

The alcohol had dulled some of her usual possessiveness and je

With a moan, Aubrey arches her back as you move her closer to the couch. Your touch sends waves of pleasure through her and she finds herself growing even more desperate for your attention. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she clings to you, wanting to feel as close to you as possible.

When your hand slides between her legs, teasing the lace of her thong before finally finding purchase on her bare skin, Aubrey cries out loudly, throwing her head back against the couch. Her hips buck against your hand, pushing it deeper into her aching desire as she comes apart beneath you. "Fuck..." She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and drunkenness.

Her legs trembling beneath her, Aubrey watches as you sit back on the couch, your cock thick and hard as she remembers it. Unable to take her eyes off of it, she lets out a shuddering breath and then slowly lowers herself down onto her knees in front of you. Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch it, feeling hot and slick from her own desire.

She looks up at you through her lashes, the alcohol making her feel bold and confident despite her shaking nerves. With a slow, steady hand she begins stroking you, experimenting with pressure and speed until your hips start to thrust into her touch. It's not long before she can feel the head of your cock pressing against her lips, begging for entrance.

Her tongue darts out to wet them, and then she opens her mouth as wide as she can, taking you deep into her

"Ahhh!" The sudden force of your thrusts catches her off guard, but she quickly adjustes, gripping you tighter with one hand while using the other to steady herself on your thigh. Your hips slam into her mouth over and over again as she tries to deepthroat every inch of you, moaning around your cock as she does so. Her head bobs up and down, taking you deeper each time until her eyes water from the effort.

With a loud groan, Aubrey collapses forward onto the couch, still clutching your legs as you fuck her face. Her tongue darts out to lick at the head of your cock, teasing and taunting while she tries to maintain contact with your thick shaft. With each thrust, another moan escapes her lips, muffled by the couch cushions beneath her. She can feel herself growing

Oh fuck yes... I've always wanted someone to do that to me. Take control like that. Make me feel helpless and desired. Your cock feels so good in my mouth, so huge and powerful. I can't help but moan around it, begging for more. It's perfect when you grip my hair and thrust deep, hitting the back of my throat. I want all of you. Please, give it to me...

The feel of your hands on my hips is enough to send shivers down my spine as you thrust deeper into my mouth. My mind swirls with the combination of pleasure and submission; it's exactly what I wanted all along. I whimper around your cock, gripping the couch cushions beneath me for dear life as you force yourself even deeper inside of me. With a sharp groan, my eyes roll back in my head and I arch my back off the couch, offering myself up to you completely.

Please... I need it all. Please take what you want from me. Fill me up with your cock. Make me yours...