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Jessica's POV:
I yearn to see his face right now, but all I can see are intense beams of glowing moonlight burnishing the best aspects of his face, below his visage.
I guess it's a good thing then.

"S-so, aren't you gonna do your thing?" I mutter quietly, surely embarrassed; fore this is my first time.

"Eager, are we? I like it," He says, swiftly popping his legs down from laying atop his desk, and walking up to me.

He takes his thumb, brushing a strand of hair from my profile, whilst dragging his index finger slowly along the edges of my face. I feel my cheeks flush a rosy pink with- I can't even describe what I'm feeling.

He locks his fingers with mine, stretching both our arms out, pressing our bodies flat against the wall, his taller frame rather intimidating.

Hot minty breath lingering near my lips, sends goosebumps travelling across my arms.

His lips- just kiss me already.

My desire comes true, for his lips lock with my own in a heartbeat. His lips feel just as I imagined! He slowly tilts his head, finding better angles each time. All that can be heard are the echoes of our lips crashing together continuously. Without question, he slides his tongue inside, adding more of the lustful aspects to the kiss. I can't help but enjoy it.

This is just a hookup. Although it's a little hard since he's giving me such memorable foreplay. Anyway, it's not like he was going to make love to me, he's going to fuck me. There's a clear difference.
I find myself giving in to the passionate gesture, his kisses were as soft as a feather, yet stronger than a butterfly. The trancing sensation travels to my quivering lips, urging me to be more forward in the kiss, but my guts says otherwise, pulling me backwards.

My breathing catches up when I feel his hand taking a hold of my inner thigh. I watch his long, manly fingers, glide up and down, causing me to ache for him, yet be more afraid of what's to come. I find myself backing away, flatter against the cold wall in fear, without even realising, my breathing speeds up, as does my heart rate- and almost as if he can see right through me, he speaks up.

"W-what's wrong?" He whispers as his eyebrows furrow together, ending the gesture.

I gulp harshly, not knowing how to reply. My fear always seems to get the better of me. I look down at his hand that still remains grasped on my inner thigh. Perhaps I wasn't ready for this, but it still seems worth it in my eyes. He watched me avert my eyes to his hand; now I think that's given it away, as he removes his hand.

"Are you a virgin?" He bluntly asks, his arms dropping from the wall to his sides helplessly. He stares at me as though he's disappointed, making me turn red with embarrassment, looking away from his deep stare.
The silence was deafening. I couldn't bring myself to respond. Thank God the room was very dark; I would not be able to handle direct eye contact.

He loudly sighs in disappointment turning around. Oh, I didn't want him to find out.

"You are," Now he's just making me feel bad about myself.

"You're a virgin. And you didn't tell me? I mean, the way you were acting gave me a totally different impression! Why would you play me like that?" He begins walking around the room shaking his head. I didn't play him! It's not my fault my facial expressions change when I see super hot guys just walking in and out of classrooms. Plus, everyone else was drooling over him.

"So what? I'm a virgin, who cares," I shrug my shoulders. He can't end this now I'm here. I put all the effort in to coming here, I'm not leaving without losing my virginity, as bad as it sounds.

"You don't care about your virginity and who takes it from you?" He says, facing me again.

"Why should I? It was gonna get taken at some point, plus, it's much less of a heartbreak from losing it to someone who couldn't care less about you."

"So, you still want this? You'd still want your first time to be a hookup, Jessica?" His hands travelling to the sides of his hips as he thinks.

"Well, yeah. I guess so," I mumble, looking down.

"I really don't want to do this, Jessica. You're still so young, I don't want you to regret it," He sighs in confusion to my responses.

"Teenagers, they do silly things, you know, things they ever so badly regret later in life. Are you certain, that this won't bring you down, if I do this for you?" He continues.

"You suggested this anyway! Just do it. I'm certain, Mr Jackson," I reply confidently, amidst the trembling of my insides.

"Michael. Call me Michael," He says walking up to me. The name really suits him, I must admit.
I feel kind of privileged, he's letting me talk to him as a friend would. First name basis with my teacher- lucky right?

"Uh, Michael, can we do this then, please?" I respond, eager to just have my virginity taken.

"As you wish, Miss Dalton."

He walks up to me and cups my face with both of his large hands. I feel my body warm up at this cute gesture.

"If I'm going to take your virginity, I want to make sure you feel... Somewhat special, at least. I will go slow and gentle on you, just relax," He soothes me, latching our lips once more, walking us backward against his table.

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