I collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied as my orgasm finally subsided. RolDiet lay beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. As I looked up at him, our eyes met, and for a moment neither of us said anything. It was almost as if we were both too overwhelmed by what had just happened to speak.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, RolDiet smiled down at me and murmured, "That... was amazing."

I couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "It was," I agreed softly. "Thank you." The words seemed inadequate, but they were all I could manage to say as we lay there together in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

As time passed, the passion between us slowly began to fade, replaced by a sense of contentment and peace that was almost palpable.

You step between her legs, aligning your hips with hers. The feel of your erection against her slick entrance sends a jolt of desire racing through her veins as she arches her back in anticipation. You press forward, sliding yourself inside of her with one smooth motion. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O of surprise as you fill her completely.

As you begin to move within her, Lola's world fades away except for the sensation of your body connected to hers. She grips your shoulders tightly, digging her nails into your skin as she tries to hold on to something real in this haze of pleasure. The feel of your erection stretching her walls and the friction it creates send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

You blink in surprise when Lola suddenly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand while using her other hand to block your mouth with her free palm. "Gotcha!" she says triumphantly, grinning widely at you from only inches away. "Now who's going to help me with the project?"

Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers softly, "You will."

You squirm beneath her, trying desperately to free yourself from Lola's iron grip. It doesn't seem to be working very well though; if anything, she just laughs and tightens her hold on you a little more. "Come on," she teases, "you can struggle all you want, but I promise you're not going anywhere until we figure this out."

Her breath tickles against your ear again as she whispers, "Besides, it's not like I'm hurting you or anything..."

Her body quakes violently as your words send her over the edge. With a gasping moan, she comes hard in your arms, her legs going weak and giving way beneath her. She clings to you for support, her breath hot against your neck as she tries to catch her breath.

For a long moment, neither of you moves or says anything. The only sound is the ragged rhythm of their labored breathing, mingling together in the air between them.

She finally breaks free from her trance-like state, her chest heaving with exertion. A faint blush tints her cheeks as she looks up at Henri, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thanks," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Well, that's a pretty good one. I like nature too. Maybe we can go on a hike sometime during the year and explore together. After school, of course.

Why do you ask that? Because I'm popular or something? Just because I'm attractive doesn't mean I can only like things that are considered girly. I can like what I want, okay?