After all, you are the more clothed one here.

While it's true that your nerves surrounding Alex’s true intentions have mostly dissipated, you've got worries of a different kind. After all, you're not particularly experienced in matters of the flesh, and now you've got expectations to live up to. The only thing that stops your mind doing backflips is to do what she says - to take it off. As more fabric falls to the floor and more skin meets the cool early-evening air, you feel green eyes digging into you once again. To your slight figure, the freckles that dust your modest chest as densely as they do your face… and yes, your member.

“Damn, you’re cute,” Alex remarks just as you complete your exercise in disrobing. “I just want to wrap you up and show you off, everything about your body is so pretty!" You're really not mentally all there at this stage, not enough to let your Rational Mind disagree with the compliment, so you just let it wash over you. You notice you're shaking once again.

"First time getting naked in front of anyone else, huh?" Once again, it's she who breaks the silence. "Well, we aren't exactly here just to show off, are we, right?" She reaches behind herself to undo her bra, when your voice begins to act on its own.

“Keep… Keep it on, please.”

Once again, your oddities seem to have given Alex some serious pause. “Wha…?”

“Keep it on. It’ll be even hotter that way…” You don't even mean to say it, it just... happens.

In response, she just looks at you and laughs warmly. “Wow, first time and I’ve already discovered your kink, right? I tell you what, next time we do this, we keep all our clothes on and just do it under our skirts. That’ll drive your cute little body wild! But for now… get on that chair over there, why don’tcha?”

As you once again do as you're told, you are intensely aware that it's not just the stiffness of the wooden chair that makes it impossible for you to relax at all. Soon enough, Alex looms over you, looking at you as if you're some misshapen piece of museum art. She lowers herself over your lap, yanks her panties to the side, and turns your head right down to show herself off. That... is Alex's vulva. You're sure there's a better word for it, but you don't feel comfortable using it right now. It's your first time seeing one up close and personal, and it's perfectly shaven... and glistening in the light of the sunset.

“Look at me… I’ve been so focused on catching you, I’ve not had a chance to get a good fuck from any of the other girls. I’m so pent-up. Add that to my thoughts of what I’ll do with you, and… let’s just say, I don’t think I’ve been turned on this much in my life. And now, finally, Rosie. Sweet, beautiful, Rosie. I’m finally going to get what I’ve been so soaking wet for all day. And we’re both going to love it so much…" You let off an involuntary whimper as she grabs on to your penis, putting it in the perfect position to penetrate if she lowers herself.

"Here it comes!" Which she does.

Her hips collide with yours, and you're sure you've never felt so enveloped in your life. The warm embrace of Alex’s tight inner walls around you on the lower half... and her arms, wrapping around you. And the motions. Oh, my, the motions. The way her movements pump you, and the way her rear slaps on your lap each time... It only makes it feel more intense. You don't notice how many telltale signs of an awkward first-timer you're giving off, because you're just so singularly focused on Alex and Alex’s body and Alex’s p-pussy and…

“Hey, hey… It’s okay… You’re already getting laid, right? Just relax, babe.”

Those words. Those few words strike you right in your weak point, and you somehow find a way to feel bad about yourself during sex. You've been too tense. Not just today, but your whole life. No matter how justified it is, you've never taken the opportunity to loosen up. Not even during the most intimate act you could possibly perform with anyone. Can't you do anything right?

“You know… if it makes you feel better, you could touch me down there too… I’m way sensitive, so… ah… don’t worry about not being good enough at it…”

She's been so kind to you, and displayed such dominance over you, that you're in no position to disobey. So, with a trembling hand, you approach the point where you and Alex meet. Your thumb searches for a certain point. One you've heard most other girls - the ones who aren't equipped like you - love. And when a loud moan rings through your ears, making several parts of you involuntarily twitch, you know you've found the right nub.

“Yeah, that’s right… Right there… Please don’t stop…”

It's not like Alex hasn't made her wishes clear, so who are you to deny her. You continue to rub at the sensitive spot, noticing how the pace of her riding has increased since she started. This only heightens the sensations all throughout your body... and you get the intense feeling this won't last terribly long. You feel little whimpers escape you, inadvertently announcing to the woman over you what's about to happen.

“Hey… You’re gonna come soon, right? Please… don't hold back. Just keep... touching me. And… do it inside me…!”

There isn't a hope in hell of you doing anything else. Everything about it is so overwhelming... so mind-blowingly sexy, there's no way you can hold back, and it's only a matter of seconds after before you see stars. The moments after that aren't clear. It's as if you lose all sense of the sounds around you, the scenery of the abandoned classroom... or even the touch of Alex around you. All of it is you. Your body. Your eruption down below, convulsing and spurting uncontrollably inside her.

Even after you've been emptied, your peak reduced to nothing, it takes a while for the world around to fade back in. Alex still has her arms wrapped around you, the softness of her body against your slim frame.

For the first time you can remember, you feel free. You're no longer judging yourself, or fearing what others have planned for you, at least for the moment. There is, seemingly, nothing to worry about.

So, you cry.

Not at all subtly, either. An overwhelming onslaught of emotions assaults you at the same time, breaking any dignity you could have had completely and causing you to inarticulately bawl into the nearest source of comfort. That being Alex's chest. Soon enough, you feel a soft hand stroking through your hair, and you feel yourself being brought to ground and drying out little by little.

“It’s okay… Let it out… I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

There's another gap in your memory after that. Apparently it's several minutes before you're able to look up, still hot-faced and wet-eyed. Alex is still straddling your lap, one hand running its fingers through your locks.

You can only think to apologise. “I’m so sorry… I just couldn’t control myself…” You're aware that this could refer to both your crying and your orgasm, and lament how often your turns of phrase lend themselves for other people to make fun of them.

She gives yet another giggle - and you can sense the good nature in it this time - before you feel that same sensation of her kissing you on the forehead. “That’s fine… I’m here to support you. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Friend. The word echoes and reverberates through your mind. You can't remember the last time you had a friend. Someone you felt you could trust. But... for now at least, Alex is that. Something happens to your mouth... is that how it feels to smile? You missed this.

Alex eventually steps off you and slides off her panties - but, rather than tossing them toward her own clothing, she puts them with yours. “Here, you can keep these. Otherwise, I’d have to clean your cum off them when I got back, right?” Even despite yourself, you can't prevent yourself laughing lightly at the lewd observation. “Now, let’s get dressed again… Can’t exactly go around naked all the time. As much as I’d like to sometimes!”

When you get up and return to your clothing, it's on shaky legs. The first thing you're going to do is head to your dorm - that you've only gotten to visit briefly during lunch break - and have a good lie down. But then, it's time to think about the future. And not with fear or anxiety this time. Because... Rosie Ellon, you have a friend.