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Selena could feel the dampness between her legs growing as she clutched Mateo's welcoming hand and allowed herself to be led from the room.

In a moment they were in the deserted teachers’ lounge and Mateo was locking the door. “Who…” whispered Selena but Mateo’s mouth was upon hers before she could finish her question, his tongue pressing urgently on her teeth and then stealthily engaging her own tongue in a heavy dance. As he kissed her, Selena could feel Mateo’s body against hers. He was strong and his arms were thick and powerful. She could feel his growing bulge push intently on the zipper of her jeans and she felt her body responding before she even asked it to. Then Mateo lifted her in his powerful arms and gently laid her on the teachers’ couch. Now his tongue was moving in and out of her mouth with a steady rhythm and his hands were working on the clasp of her bra. Suddenly Selena couldn’t take it anymore. She reached down and in one fluid motion unhooked his belt and pulled his pants and underwear below his knees. His uncovered member was much bigger than she had imagined and it pulsed willingly in the neon light. With a deft motion Selena ran her fingers along its ridge and Mateo gasped with pleasure. Then he ripped off her shirt and his surprised hands landed on her full, alert breasts as if they had forgotten what was there. Mateo pushed his face into their abundance and shuddered with pleasure. His tongue found one nipple and then the other and Selena could feel the wetness soak into her jeans. Now with even more urgency, Mateo loosened Selena’s belt and let his fingers slip down into her dampness. Selena arched her hips to meet his fingers and pulled on her pants until they too were on the floor. Now they were writhing together, hands on breast and shoulder and inner thigh and tongues searching new realms in ears and collarbones. And then, in a moment, he entered her, her wetness welcoming his solid manhood. She let out a tiny scream of pleasure as they moved together, slowly, slowly and then faster and faster, pounding into one another, needing, wanting, pleading, begging. “Oh Mateo!” she gasped and then together they arched into each other, screaming and releasing and becoming one person.

And then it was done. Mateo fell back into Selena’s arms panting; she tenderly kissed his lips and they both fell asleep.

Twenty minutes later the first break bell rang, awaking Mateo and Selena. They looked into each other’s eyes and Mateo said, “Will you marry me Selena?”

“Of course I will Mateo,” said Selena and then, hand in hand, the Bee-Eyed Girl and the Flower-Faced Boy put their clothes on and walked back to their classroom.

THE END