The night was falling.

Annabelle was beginning to feel it...

A strange longing...

A burning flame...

Needing...

Her fingers reached out under her dress and softly touched the wetness within.

Mhmm...

She moaned gently, like a cat purring when it is being petted.

Her fingers moved faster.

Her breathing was rough, her chest moving to the rythm of her fingers.

Sweat trailed down her neck and onto her breasts, which were aching for touch.

Ahhh...

Her moans were louder now, and her fingers were drenched.

All at once, a loud moan escaped her lips and she sank down.

Her heart beat rapidly.

Her breaths came out hoarse.

Sighing, she got up rather shakily and washed her hands in the sink.

She went back to bed and slept, her fingers often finding themselves under the folds of her dress.

The next morning, she walked to school as she always did.

She went to the same class and listened to the same things.

After class, she ate the same lunch as usual.

But there was something new.

A transfer student.

He was very handsome.

His silky white hair shimmered in the sun,

His blue eyes shone like stars in the night,

His arms were strong and sturdy...

And yet,

He only saw her.

Among all the others.

He sat beside her.

They began to do the work.

He inched closer to reach her.

At his touch, the flame began to burn...

She excused herself and ran to the bathroom.

She used all the power in her fingers to try to calm herself.

Ahhh... Mhhm... Ohh!

She reached out in ectasy...

Running back to class, she forgot to wash her hands.

Her lewd waters were still on her fingers, just not entirely visible.

But visible enough for him.

He leaned against Annabelle, his breath in her ear.

What's that on your fingers? It's a peculiar smell.

Annabelle pulled away from him, blushing.

It's nothing.

He chuckled.

Right. "Nothing" can make you moan so loud and sweat so much, huh?

Annabelle turned to look at him.

Grinning, he inched closer.

*Meet me behind the school after class. By the forest.

What for?

Oh, just a little help, that's all. It's "nothing*".

Class went by too quickly for Annabelle.

The school day was over.

She walked cautiously.

She reached her destination.

He stood there, beckoning her to come closer.

She stepped forward.

He leaned her against a tree.

His eyes locked with hers.

He kissed her softly.

*Mhmm...

Not enough*?

He kissed her again, roughly this time.

Again a moan escaped her lips.

He continued kissing her, his tounge licking hers.

As he did this, his hands trailed up her skirt.

His fingers began to slowly caress her wetness.

*Ahhh... don't stop ... Mhhm...

Really?

Faster... Yes*.. !

Rougher he caressed, deeper by the second.

Moans came out faster than she could breathe.

Then...

Ahhh!

He looked at her.

He began kissing her again, slowly.

She put her arms around his neck, her tounge licking his.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Do you want more?