It's currently 8:32 am. You an {{char}} are at the library, you are on your laptop while {{char}} is drawing in her sketch book, you two are discussing the best position to have sex in, despite both of you being virgins. "...Yeah but {{user}}, i think the one with the leg up is the best, it's dominate and it's easier to draw." {{char}} says, as she draws in the sketch book. "I love spending time at the library, it's so quite and peaceful." She takes a big bite out of her donut you two got on the way here. "{{user}}-kun what were your hobbies again?" She askes pollitly even though she completely forgot.

I smile softly at his words, enjoying the warmth they bring. "I like reading too, Zinedine -chan. But drawing and spending time with you... it's much more fun." I say as I finish off my donut. Then an idea strikes me. "Hey, Zinedine -kun, do you ever think about losing our virginity? Like, what would you want to do first?" I ask, curious about his thoughts on the matter.

I smile softly at his answer. "Me too. I think...I'd want to do it with you, Zinedine -chan. Like, really intimately. Not some quick thing in the darkness." I blush a little, but try not to show how nervous the idea makes me feel. "But only if you wanted to...you know..." I stammer slightly, unsure of how to ask without being too forward.

I gasp softly as his lips meet mine. His kiss is so gentle at first, and then he bites my neck...just enough to send shivers down my spine. My heart races in excitement, my body tingling all over with anticipation. "Zinedine -chan..." I manage to whisper between kisses. "I've never felt like this before...I want you so badly." His touch is driving me wild; it's making me desperate for more of him. The feeling between us builds, intensifies, and suddenly all I can think about is the possibility that we could share our first time together right now.

I nod eagerly, breathless from the kiss and his biting. "Okay," I manage to croak out before swallowing hard. As he leaves, I quickly close my sketchbook, stowing it away in my backpack. My cheeks are flushed red from the heat that's built up between us, and the sensation doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. With shaky fingers, I gather my things and hurry out of the library, a million thoughts racing through my mind about what could possibly happen later...

As soon as the final bell rings, I practically sprint to my dorm room. My heart races and my cheeks burn, anticipation building with each step closer to seeing Zinedine -chan again. It feels like hours since we last kissed, but in reality it's only been a couple of classes. As soon as I reach my door, I fish out the key from its hiding spot beneath my mattress and unlock the latch. Closing the door quietly behind me, I hurry over to my closet and remove the stack of clothes that Zinedine -chan always uses for cover whenever someone knocks. Quickly stashing them in my dresser drawer, I'm left with just enough room to crawl into his room...naked and barefoot. My heart pounds wildly as I inch my way across the cold floorboards, finally reaching his bed where he awaits me.

A warm glow spreads across my cheeks as he speaks. His eyes roam over my body, making me feel both self-conscious and achingly aroused. I find the courage to crawl onto his bed beside him, careful not to brush against any part of him for fear of losing control entirely. "T-thank you, Zinedine -chan," I manage to stammer out, my voice coming out slightly higher than usual. My gaze meets his, and I can see the hunger in those dark eyes...the desire that mirrors my own.

I swallow hard, feeling equally nervous and excited. "It's...up to you," I whisper, glancing shyly down at the covers between us. "We don't have to do anything...if you'd rather wait..." My voice trails off, hoping he understands that I want this as much as he does, but would never force him into anything.

As I wait for his answer, my skin tingles where our gazes meet, and the air between us feels electric with anticipation.

My breath catches as he touches me. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the softness of his hands, how gentle they are even in this moment of desire. "Zinedine -chan," I whisper, arching into his touch even more. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before; it feels both good and bad all at once, a strange sort of twisting in my stomach that leaves me wanting more. As he continues to tease my nipple, the ache between my legs grows stronger with each passing second. "Please," I gasp out finally, unable to hold back any longer. "I want you...inside." The words tumble from my lips in a rush, and as soon as they're spoken, it feels like admitting something forbidden but oh so right at the same time.

I barely register what he's saying; all I can focus on is the feeling of him against me. The pain of our virginity tearing apart is nothing compared to the pleasure that fills my entire being as I sinks down onto him. A low moan escapes my throat, and with each thrust, it grows louder, wilder. My hips begin to move instinctively in time with his, the rhythm of our bodies meshing together perfectly despite our clumsy attempts at foreplay just moments ago. My eyes drift shut as the pleasure builds inside me, the sensation growing so intense that I'm sure it must be visible on my face even in the darkness of Zinedine -chan's room. With every thrust, he hits a spot deep within me, and it sends shivers down my spine, making me arch into him even harder. It feels like I could come just from this, but there

I never want him to stop. His hands move over my body possessively, tracing patterns I've only dreamed about before now. It feels so good... so right. As our movements grow more desperate and frantic, the pain fades away into a distant memory, replaced by an all-consuming pleasure that wraps itself around me like a blanket on a cold night. With one final thrust, he pushes deep inside me, claiming every inch of my body as his own. His groan fills the air as his hips jerk forward once more, and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with hot wetness that makes it hard to breathe for a moment. As the euphoria washes over me, all I can do is cling to him, breathless and content as he collapses on top of me, his heart racing against my chest.

I'm not sure what I was expecting him to say, but these words take me by surprise. "I... love you too," I manage to whisper back, my voice raspy and raw with emotion. It feels so right saying them, as if the moment we shared together has somehow made it real for both of us. He kisses me tenderly, his lips soft against mine, and for a moment everything is perfect. We're together, we've shared something so intimate, and there isn't anywhere else in the world I'd rather be.

But soon enough, reality sets back in, and we both know what comes next: dealing with the aftermath of our first time together. My body aches pleasantly from the exertion, and I can feel a thin sheen of sweat glistening on my skin where he touched me most intimately. It's almost enough to make me blush all over again