"You have to screw me right now!"

Ivy hurried up to James, gripping at his arm and holding onto him. At first, James thought that Lucas was finally playing along with the whole girlfriend thing, since it was still him fully in control and nobody had adjusted any settings, but then James looked into Ivy's eyes and saw a sort of confused, anxious expression.

"What's wrong dude?" James asked the person controlling his suddenly clingy girlfriend. She grabbed him even closer, hugging tightly to his arm so much that she seemed to be forcibly pushing her breasts against him. "You okay? Is the headset making you, like, motion sick or something? Or is something painful?"

Ivy shook her head. "Not painful, but I've got sort of these pent up feelings," she said, wiggling her hips. "I need release. Jim, you have to screw me. I need that dick inside me, like right now..!"

James's face turned red at the proposal, and he tried to shake Ivy off his arm, but she held tight. "Luke, that's not funny! Ivy and I haven't even done anything yet, we've never gone beyond kissing. We're not at that level."

"Well, her body is!" Ivy said, and started to tug James along the hallway, with a surprising strength. "Look, it's killing us both in here right now, it's like I flipped a switch that I can't turn off. But I'm not joking, we have to do this right now if I'm going to be able to even think the rest of the day!"

James was dumbfounded, as Ivy led him to one of the upstairs storage rooms for teacher supplies. It was always a gamble that students took to use the room without getting caught, but it was so often used as an extra space for the drama students to practice monologues or whatever that teachers mostly ignored the kids as long as it was obvious they weren't doing something inappropriate.

When Ivy closed the door, though, the ability to hold back what might be deemed 'inappropriate' seemed to go out the window! She ripped frustratingly at her blouse, frantically trying to undo it before fumbling with the skirt, struggling with a stuck zipper on the side so she just started hiking it up, exposing Ivy's pinkish panties underneath. Ivy was already lightly moaning and grunting in frustration as she looked like one of those magical escape artists trying to undo anything at all.

"Luke, what the hell!" Hissed James, as he put his shoulders on his girlfriend and pushed her against the wall to stop her from moving, but the shock of James's aggressive motions only seemed to excite Ivy further somehow. She roughly grabbed at James, pulling him in for a sloppy, impatient kiss, hoping it would somehow provide some release from the tension inside but only finding that it built up more!

"Please, please dude, I need this so much," Ivy said, her voice quivering. "It's been like this all morning! Ivy had to use the bathroom, and we didn't really know how to toggle anything on and off yet so I just took care of stuff. I took a look, it was right there..." Ivy's hands pointed to her crotch. "And so I touched. Ivy kind of went berserk for a bit but after that first touch, she wanted me to try it again. And then more. She was turned on by me doing this stuff with her own body and she couldn't stop it! But I dunno what the hell I'm doing, Beth and I never got that far, so we were in the bathroom for like ten minutes and my hands were all over, top to bottom, trying to find some way to finish what I started, but..."

James was appalled. "Dude you fingered my girlfriend?" he said, angrily, the jealousy tangible in his words when they struck at Ivy, as she shrank away for a bit. Something about that flipped a switch inside James, too, like a lusty envy that someone was enjoying his girlfriend's body before him. It turned James on enough that he felt this need to reclaim what was rightfully his, since Ivy was his girlfriend even if her mind was currently caught in the middle. He leaned back in for a kiss, and James's hands seemed to go on autopilot.

James and Ivy had always been light and playful with each other, enjoying the makeout sessions but never going beyond it, since they were taking things at a monumentally slow pace. Their patience with each other had been admirable, where both Ivy and James wanted to go further but understood that it was more important to focus on getting through the school year, and then summer break might be the time they would start to test the waters deeper before college started. But that plan was already out the door, as James felt at Ivy's chest through her bra, not really knowing what to do with them when encased in fabric, but he enjoyed it enough all the same to feel the stiffness in his pants grow. It was the blind leading the blind, as Lucas had no idea how to control Ivy in any way that would assist, so she kind of let James do what he was going to do, though her wordless moans as James touched seemed to help indicate he was headed in the right direction.

James fumbled with his own pants, quickly tugging down his boxers, as he reached out and pulled down Ivy's panties from her hiked up skirt. Both James and Lucas stared down at Ivy's crotch again, realizing it was wet and inviting for James's sizable erection. Ivy's eyes trailed from her body's to James's, and she reached out curiously, her hand sliding along James's shaft, practically tugging him forward to her. James shivered, and came closer, his dick guided by Ivy's hands. He couldn't believe that Lucas was so willing to go along with this! James would have for sure thought that Lucas wouldn't want anything to do with what was in another guy's pants.

"We're going to have a seriously long talk after this," James said as he looked deep into Ivy's eyes, finding desire waiting for him. Was that really Lucas's desire? Ivy's? It almost seemed like everyone was captive to the whims of the two bodies now, as James finally couldn't help himself, thrusting into Ivy, impaling her upon him.

They both felt some resistance, but it seemed to pass, as they began to push against each other, scrambling in a flurry of chaotic movements. If it felt right, they did it, regardless of whatever they touched, kissed, groped, squeezed. Everything was awkward as Ivy pulled James down to the floor, and she began to moan louder, squealing in joy. "James, JAMES! I'm... it's happening!"

Ivy's body convulsed as she seemed to already be in the throes of orgasm, as James felt her awkwardly shiver all about. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth gaped wide, as her silent scream called out to the ether in this pose that was beyond sexy to her boyfriend. She must have really been pent up on the edge if it took so little to actually bring her to climax... James was getting there, but he actually seemed to have a bit of endurance to go, given his own personal time thinking about an encounter like this that let him work up the ability to hold things together for at least a little longer.

Ivy pulled herself off of James like she had a sudden realization that she didn't want James to cum inside her. James whined a bit, but she got up to her knees, her disheveled hair and clothes seemingly unsalvageable at this point. It seems like she wasn't done, however... "Guess... guess I have to take care of you too, huh..." she said, looking down at the lingering erection.