**After Class**

I’d known Mia since we were toddlers, running around the neighborhood with scraped knees and popsicle-sticky fingers. We’d stayed close all through school—study buddies, partners in dumb teenage mischief, the kind of friendship that never faded. Tonight, though, something was different. She’d stayed late to help me prep for a math test, and now the classroom was empty except for us, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead.

We were shoulder-to-shoulder, bent over my notebook, when I caught the scent of her shampoo—something sweet and warm—and suddenly I couldn’t focus. My eyes dropped to the curve of her neck, the way her tank top clung just a little too tight across her tits. She must’ve noticed me staring because she smirked, her pencil tapping idly against the desk.

“What?” she teased, bumping her knee against mine.

I swallowed hard. “Nothing.”

She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re a shit liar, you know that?”

Her fingers brushed my thigh, and I was rock hard in an instant. Fuck. I turned toward her, my cock throbbing against my jeans, and before I could overthink it, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me. Our mouths crashed together, messy and desperate, her lips parting with a gasp.

“Finally,” she breathed, yanking at my belt.

I shoved the textbooks off the desk in one sweep, lifting her onto it. Her legs hooked around my hips, her skirt riding up to expose her damp panties. I palmed her through the fabric, feeling her arch into my touch.

“You’re so wet,” I muttered against her throat.

She dug her nails into my shoulders. “Because of you, dumbass.”

I ripped her panties to the side and slid two fingers into her pussy, her tight heat clamping around me. Mia moaned, her head falling back as I worked her, curling my fingers just right. Her hips bucked, and she grabbed my wrist, her grip shaky.

“Fuck me, *now*,” she demanded.

I didn’t need telling twice. I unbuckled my pants, my dick springing free, already leaking. Mia licked her lips, watching me stroke myself, then reached out to wrap her fingers around my shaft.

“Been thinking about this,” she admitted, thumb swiping over the head. “How bad I wanna feel you *fill* me.”

I groaned, pushing her knees apart. The second my cock nudged against her entrance, she whined, her walls fluttering. Then I shoved in to the hilt in one rough thrust.

“*Oh, fuck—!*” Mia’s back arched, her nails raking down my arms. She was *so* tight, her pussy gripping me like she was trying to milk me dry already. I gave her no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace, the desk creaking under us.

“You like that?” I growled, one hand fisting in her hair. “Like me pounding into you like this?”

Mia’s answer was a high-pitched moan, her legs locking around my waist. “Y-yes—*god*, yes—”

Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard under her top. I yanked the fabric down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her scream. She was close—I could feel her clenching around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Gonna come inside you,” I warned, my balls tightening.

Mia’s eyes flew open, dark with lust. “Do it,” she begged, clawing at my back. “Get me *pregnant*.”

Fuck. That tipped me over the edge. My hips stuttered, and I buried myself as deep as I could, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into her. Mia shuddered, her pussy pulsing around me as she came hard, her walls milking every last drop from my cock.

We stayed like that, panting, my forehead pressed to hers. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my neck.

“Guess we’re not just friends anymore,” she murmured, grinning.

I laughed, still buried inside her. “Nope.”

And we both knew—this was just the beginning.