You stand with your back against the wall, facing a glaring Indian girl.

The girl glares at you. Her hands are on her hips; her eyes pierce into your soul. This is it, you think, somehow she knows what you did, and she's going to kill you.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I'm sorry!" you exclaim. "It was a mmmfphh--"

Your blubbering explanation is cut short as she steps forward, grabs your wrists, pins you to the wall, and envelops your mouth in the most passionate, sensuous kiss you've ever felt. Her lips are soft and warm, coated with some sort of gloss that tastes vaguely of peppermint. Her tongue seems to explore your entire mouth, and the sensation is like nothing you've ever felt, your entire previous experience of kisses being limited entirely to pecks on the cheek or lips by family members (and {best_friend}, every now and then). Her entire body is pressed against you, and you can smell her perfume enveloping you, something vaguely spicy, like cloves. Still holding your wrists, she raises your arms above your head, then breaks the kiss and stares at you again, once again smiling that amazing, mischievous smile. "You'd better be sorry, honey," she whispers. "You left me in the lurch back there."

"I... I..." you stutter, your tongue feeling like a useless lump of putty, your brain steadfastly refusing to grapple with the concept of language. "I wasn't feeling well?" you finally manage to explain, as you smile weakly.

This causes her smile to break into a grin. "Oh really?" she replies, coquettishly. "Gee, did my little display make you feel all funny in your pants?" You suddenly feel an unfamiliar hand between your legs, pressing directly on your {if female==true}mons{else}very aroused package{endif}, causing you to jump slightly. You hadn't even realized she'd released one of your wrists. Your movement causes her to giggle a little. "Wow, we are tense today, aren't we?" she says.

"Uh..." you stammer again, demonstrating your amazing mastery of the spoken word. "D-Don't you think it's a bit early for this? I mean, we haven't even really met..." This causes her to stop briefly, and you see a brief moment of confusion cloud her face. Oops, you think, that was a mistake. The cloud lasts for only a second, though, and her smile returns again.

"Mmmm," she answers, "that's cute, honey, but I don't think we have time for games right now. Class is gonna end soon, and I don't know if this room is used next period."

Honey!? your brain echoes. Wait... does... does she think we're dating?

Sure, your id replies, still nude except for that mortarboard. It makes sense, doesn't it? She flashes you her panties. Her brain tries to come up with a reason why she'd do that, as she's not in the habit of just flashing any random individual she sees. Obviously, she'd only do that to somebody she feels comfortable and intimate with. Solution: you must be dating! Maybe even her {if female == true}girlfriend{else}boyfriend{endif}! It's really quite siiiiIIIIIOH MY GOD...

All conscious thought in your brain grinds to a screeching halt as you process a new, insanely powerful sensation, something familiar but about a hundred times stronger than you're used to. While you were lost in your little reverie, the girl has slipped her hand straight down your pants, underneath the hem of your {if female==true}panties{else}boxers{endif}, and is in direct contact with your {if female==true}pussy{else}cock{endif}.

"Oho," she laughs, and the mirth on her face is intoxicating. "Feels like you really enjoyed the show."

"Mmmmmrrrmmgh" is all you can get out in response. The feel of her hand is so amazing, so unlike your own, that you very nearly explode right then and there. You don't exactly have a ton of stamina, and this feeling is something you have no experience whatsoever with. You gasp, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open, as her {if female == true}middle finger gently begins to push into the slit between your legs{else}fingers wrap around your rock-hard cock{endif}, when you are interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing.

"Shit," she swears under her breath, and you could not agree more. Her hand quickly withdraws from your pants, leaving you standing there, pressed against the wall, panting, a stew of arousal, confusion, and frustration. She quickly runs her fingers through her hair and straightens out her clothes, then looks back at you. "Well," she says, with that same mischievous smile, "consider that a sneak-peek of Friday".

"F-Friday?" you manage to rasp, your throat dry. You're still panting as though you just ran a 100 meter sprint.

"Don't tell me you forgot, honey!" she says. "Our date? Friday evening? I can't wait!" She heads for the door, while you stand there in coitus interruptus confusion. Before leaving, she gives you one more quick glance. "You'd better get to your next class," she says, "but you might want to straighten yourself up first." Then she heads out, hips gently swaying with her gait.

You stand there, sweating, slowing your breathing, {if female == true}panties absolutely soaked{else}the front of your boxers wet with pre-cum{endif}, trying to figure out how conscious thought works again. Gradually, it comes to you, and you straighten up a bit, and do your best to look reasonably presentable before heading to your next class.

Well, your id says. I guess you could call that "consequences".