Chapter 1
It was summer, and after a few rain showers, the air had cooled considerably. After class, Elena Hart accompanied a few friends, including Margaret Finch, to the school's restroom, but Anne seemed to be taking an unusually long time inside. “Elena Hart, are you still in there?” Margaret called out impatiently. A moment passed before Elena's voice came from behind the stall door, hesitant and shaky. “I... I’m feeling a bit unwell. You guys go ahead, I’ll be out in a sec…” “Are you sure you can handle it alone? Do you want me to wait for you?” Margaret's concern was evident. “N-No... I’m fine…” Elena’s voice broke slightly as a boy suddenly grasped her slender waist from behind, his hands inching upward, leaving a heated trail that made her heart race. He pressed against her back, effectively pinning her against the bathroom stall door. She could feel the warmth of his breath tickling her ear. Way too close… Her heart thudded wildly, and in that moment, she felt completely exposed, as if he could capture every anxious beat. “Is it really that hard after just a few strokes, Grandmother?” Gareth Hawthorne's teasing voice rumbled softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he gave a playful bite to her earlobe. He spoke in a low, husky tone that sent shivers through her, “You're such a tease, baby.” Elena’s body involuntarily trembled at his words, and she was too terrified to move, fearing that any sound might betray her. This was meant to be a harmless prank, but as Gareth leaned in closer, he found it difficult to hold back, drawing her soft, fragrant figure into his embrace. Gareth had never forced her into anything before, but today felt different. There was a commanding tone in his voice that made it clear there was no room for refusal. He pressed a rigid, unmistakable shape against her backside, moving suggestively. Elena’s reflexes always lagged a moment behind, and by the time she understood what was happening, her mind went blank. It was only then she remembered to resist, struggling slightly in his grasp. Margaret’s voice on the other side of the door blurred into noise, but Elena could feel her leaving, the sound of footsteps fading away. But she couldn’t breathe a sigh of relief. She was acutely aware that others were still in the bathroom, and the chatter of Anne and her friends could be heard in the hallway, the thin door doing little to shield her from humiliation. She should have felt fear and wanted to protest, yet a strange warmth pooled within her, creating a dizzying sensation that left her instinctively tightening her legs. “Should we give it a try right here?” Gareth murmured, his dark eyes fixing on her, seemingly able to read her every reaction. “Please… don’t,” Elena’s cheeks burned crimson. “I’m begging you…” Perspiration beaded at her forehead from the heat, and the confined space became stifling. Her damp school uniform turned almost translucent, clinging to her form, and from the slight opening of her collar, the soft, pale skin of her neck peeked through. Elena was slight and delicate, her limbs thin, but her figure was undoubtedly eye-catching in a way that made Gareth’s breath hitch. “Just be a good girl and don’t move,” Gareth’s gaze deepened with intensity.
Chapter 2
The restroom was dimly lit, casting shadows on Gareth Hawthorne's chiselled features. His hand tightened around Elena Hart's waist, almost pulling her into him, as if he could meld her essence into his own. His eyes were dark, full of unspoken desires, and his breathing was heavy, like a predator on the hunt. Elena trembled; she was both nervous and scared, but the adrenaline rush was undeniable. Her skin was soft and smooth, exuding a subtle fragrance. Every time Gareth touched her, his youthful, throbbing body reacted uncontrollably, a fact that left him somewhat embarrassed. His swollen, hardened desire pressed against the curve of Elena's backside, rubbing provocatively. But the awkward, intense heat inside him only grew, boiling his blood and screaming for release into her soft, inviting haven. "Turn around. I want to kiss you," Gareth demanded, spinning her to face him. "But, but..." Elena stammered, her voice trembling alongside her quivering body. At a petite stature, Elena barely reached the shoulders of the six-foot-one Gareth. He stood towering before her, his deep-set brows and strong shoulders forming an imposing, almost mountainous presence that cast her completely in shadow. His overwhelming aura left her speechless. "Is it a matter of can’t or unwilling?" Gareth bent down, staring directly into her clear, wavering eyes. Elena bit her lower lip, turning her face away as she refused his request for the first time. "I... I already told you, don't contact me again..." Gareth clutched her chin, eyes fixated on her soft, pink lips. "Elena Hart, no one has ever dumped me before. Do you want to be the first?" Nervousness made Elena's response stutter. "We're... not even dating..." Gareth was exceptionally handsome, with sharp, defined features and a commanding presence that made him stand out even in a crowd. But he always seemed distant and unattainable, never evoking thoughts of intimacy in others. Even now, Elena found it hard to believe she had engaged in such passionate encounters with him. A cold laugh escaped Gareth’s lips as he whispered harshly, "Is it because I haven't satisfied you enough?" Elena’s face flushed crimson, her denial lodged in her throat. Even with limited experience, she knew their physical compatibility was undeniable. Gareth didn't give her a chance to feebly explain or protest. His breath quickened as his hands roamed her body, igniting flames of desire with every touch, before crashing his lips onto hers. It was more of a bite than a kiss; Gareth aggressively captured her lips, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth. Elena whimpered, her parted lips giving him easy access as he dominated, rendering her small tongue directionless and powerless. His powerful grip separated her legs assertively. Somewhere along the way, her skirt had been hiked up, revealing her smooth, pale legs. His rough palm ventured lower, caressing her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her underwear. The almost electric touch sent jolts of sensation through Elena, making her body weak and pliable. His kiss was so consuming, she could barely breathe, her face reddened with lack of air, her legs barely able to hold her up.
Chapter 3
Gareth Hawthorne's hand cupped the back of her head, his lips pressing firmly against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. Elena Hart had little experience with kissing, her movements were awkward and inexperienced, relying entirely on his lead. Their tongues intertwined, soft and hot, slick with moisture, carrying Gareth’s unique cool scent. He was domineering, biting her lips, sucking on them as if he intended to devour her whole. "Mm..." Elena tilted her head back, emitting a whimper that was almost a plea for mercy. She could feel the oxygen in her lungs depleting rapidly, her legs turning to jelly. She could barely stand, her body pressed against his for support. Not to mention, his left hand was still between her legs, urgently kneading her through the fabric of her panties. Her clit was swollen from his rough handling, and the dampness quickly soaked through her underwear. "Stop..." she whispered. Gareth's fingers curled slowly, pressing into the soft flesh between her legs. Even through her panties, he was applying so much pressure that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He could hardly wait to be inside her. Looking down at her, Gareth couldn’t help but marvel at how soft and shy she appeared, yet so responsive. Making love to Elena was addictive. It awakened the more primal desires within him, flooding his mind with filthy, lascivious thoughts. "Baby, if you didn't want to do this, why are you so wet?" he teased. "We have to...class is about to start..." Elena panted, her eyes glistening with sensitivity. She tried to close her legs, but she was too weak against Gareth. He easily pried her knees apart with his own. "So we need to make the most of our time," Gareth laughed softly, his voice a low murmur. Elena had to admit, his deliberately hushed tone was incredibly alluring. "No, that's not..." she began to explain, but his voice drowned hers out. "Be a good girl now, spread your legs a little more and let me see your pussy," Gareth whispered, his lips nibbling on her earlobe. He was so close that just hearing him increased her heartbeat. And looking at his handsome, chiseled face, it felt like Gareth's every word was hypnotic. Her skirt was hiked up completely, and she was almost sitting on his lap, her thighs slightly parted. Gareth's finger hooked under the edge of her panties, pushing them aside to reveal her wet, pink folds. She had barely any hair there, her flesh tender and inviting. He let out a small hiss, clearly impressed. Elena could feel his gaze fixed on her, making her cheeks burn red with embarrassment. She didn’t know what to do, yet her body acted on its own, continuously dripping with arousal as he touched her. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. Elena and Gareth were not in the same class, but she often heard the other girls talking about him. His looks and height drew a lot of attention, although Gareth was known for being distant and aloof, not the type to charm anyone easily. ——Even if Gareth had a girlfriend, he wouldn't be the type to sweet-talk her. He seemed so cold and indifferent. Dating him would likely mean laughing yourself silly, but who would dare get angry and wait for him to apologize? Elena frequently overheard such conversations, but they didn't match the Gareth she knew. He called her "baby," coaxed her into trying all sorts of different positions during sex, making her crave more...
Chapter 4
Elena Hart pressed her back against the door, her ears attuned to the faint rustling noises in the corridor outside. Her mouth slightly open, she couldn't help but pant softly. No one would have imagined that within the confines of the women's bathroom stall, Gareth Hawthorne was using his fingers to play with her wet folds. Her private area was drenched with an abundance of arousal, and his fingertips, gliding over it, quickly found the soft, slick sensation. He curled his fingers, teasing her labia and fingerpads pressing gently against her sensitive clit. Gareth knew exactly how to handle her body. Just the touch of his fingers was enough to send electric waves through her, making her feel weak and tingly. Elena squirmed, her body restless; her lady parts itched unbearably, contracting with heightened sensitivity. Her helpless moans were accompanied by a fresh spurt of warm fluid, making lewd noises as his fingers continued to play within. "Ah... it itches so much..." Elena practically melted in his arms, even her ears burning hot. Her small hands clung tightly to the hem of his school uniform. Gareth was in excellent shape, thanks to his commitment to fitness. His muscular build with solid abs and broad shoulders could be felt even through the fabric of his clothes. It was intoxicating; she swallowed hard, fearing that Gareth would notice her infatuation. Elena buried her face in Gareth's chest, moaning softly. She was both in agony and delight, and as her legs clamped together, it did nothing to stem the flow of arousal that drenched his fingers. Though her face showed resistance, her body betrayed her, a detail Gareth didn’t miss. "Already so wet from just a bit of fingering," Gareth murmured into her ear, his voice soft and lazy, yet he yanked down her panties, exposing the glistening pink of her sex. "No... it's too much..." She whimpered as he guided her delicate hand to the rigid heat of his trousers, showing her how to rub from the tip to the base. The atmosphere inside the stall was getting thick and steamy. Her touch made him grow even harder, a distinct bulge forming underneath his school pants. "Forget using just your hand; how about we go further?" Gareth suggested, though he didn’t wait for her answer. His hand pressed against her hips, lowering her down. The pleated skirt of the school uniform hid nothing, exposing two perfectly round, pale cheeks. Elena's legs weren't slender but carried a plump, even quality. The tender flesh of her sex, glistening with moisture, was visible. Just one glance made Gareth tense, his breathing erratic. He coaxed her, guiding her to raise her hips higher. "Babe, you're dripping like this because you can't wait, can you?" Gareth muttered, his fingers trailing from her lower back to the apex of her thighs, teasing the entrance of her core. Elena let out a muffled groan, her legs rubbing together desperately. The sight of her raised hips, the flowing wetness from her slit, everything about her seemed so wanton. Desperate and trembling, she couldn’t escape the grasp of desire that Gareth invoked within her.
Chapter 5
Two swollen lips were glistening and wet, playing with the teasing, inviting touches of Gareth Hawthorne's fingers. The subtle parting revealed the tender flesh inside, contracting invitingly under his gaze. Gareth then freed his throbbing, erect length, the heat of his member palpable. It slapped against her rear like a leather whip, leaving it slightly arched due to his excitement, almost brushing against his abdomen. No matter how many times she laid eyes on it, Elena Hart was always taken aback by the sheer size of Gareth Hawthorne's manhood, her lower belly twitching involuntarily. The broad tip of him slid down the cleft of her rear, rubbing persistently in her warmth. With a downward press, he buried himself deep between her folds. Elena's body, hyper-sensitive, shivered with every touch. "Mmm..." "Why are you shivering? I'm not even inside yet," Gareth murmured, his voice low. His cock stirred at her entrance, soon slickened with her juices, the motions becoming more fluid and teasing. She was so obedient, stirring a primal urge within him to dominate her. From their very first encounter, Gareth felt an unusually intense attraction towards Elena Hart, always yearning to be one with her, even wishing to merge completely. Gareth grasped his restive erection, pressing it against her moist entrance. Inch by inch, he slid into her, the thick head parting her lips, gliding along her inner walls effortlessly, until he was fully sheathed. “Mmm…” Elena bit her lower lip hard, barely stifling a moan, as he reached particularly deep within her. She felt herself filled beyond capacity, her entire body aching and stretched. If it weren't for Gareth’s firm arms around her waist, she might have collapsed in weakness. Even with her resistance, she couldn't deny the harmony she felt with Gareth's body. The pleasure multiplied, as if they were making love in the school restroom—that thrill even more intoxicating. Initially, their physical mismatch made their intimacy less enjoyable, but Gareth's growing expertise soon found her most sensitive spots, skillfully and provocatively teasing her until she shivered with a sweet ache. Throughout her life, Elena Hart had always been restrained by family expectations, never daring to stray from the path set before her. Yet, whenever she was with Gareth, she forgot herself entirely, lost in a whirl of desire and emotion. Her moist depths provided enough lubrication for his significant size to pump easily within her, despite the tight fit. "Ohhh..." Elena couldn't help but let out a soft moan, unable to suppress her desire. "Moaning like that, are you afraid someone might find out I'm fucking you?" Gareth whispered, his hand covering her mouth, his other hand gripping her soft waist. He started undoing the buttons of her school blouse, revealing her smooth, pale skin. The sight and feel of it made him knead her body hungrily, pushing her cotton undergarment up.
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