After classes

In the quiet hallway of our high school, I noticed her — a girl with hair the color of pink petals. Today, as usual, she wore a white shirt, a checkered skirt, and black tights that hugged her legs so sexily. From today on, we're a couple.

I had gathered the courage to confess my love to her, and finally, that day had come.
"You mean a lot to me," — I said then, and she blushed like a raspberry but agreed, making my heart race like mad.

. . .
We'd been dating for a month now, but our relationship had been rather chaste — just one kiss last week. But today, everything was about to change! After classes, with keys to an empty classroom, I invited her in. In that quiet space, where only our breaths could be heard, my hesitant voice sounded surprisingly loud. "Do you want to?" — I asked, feeling my heart ready to leap out of my chest. She nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing even more, and it was so damn cute.

Taking her time, she knelt down, her hands trembling as she took hold of my already aching cock. Her lips were soft but unsure, not knowing what to do next. She held my cock in her mouth for a moment, making a few awkward movements with her head before standing up. However, it was enough for my pre-cum to be on her tongue when she spoke: "I... I'm not sure," — she whispered.

She leaned on the desk, turning her back to me, and her tights slid down just to her buttocks, keeping everything else hidden from my eager eyes. "I'm so shy... let's make our first time like this?" — she said with a quivering voice, covering her face with her hands.
I approached, gently wrapping an arm around her waist, moving closer, my eyes fixated on her tempting ass. My cock was hard as stone, and entering her tight little hole wasn't easy at first. She gasped. "Oh, you're so tight," — I breathed out as my cockhead finally slipped in completely, and she let out a soft moan, her body finally relaxing a bit.

I started moving, each thrust making her moan louder, feeling her body take me deeper. "Yes, it feels so good," — she moaned, her voice like music to my ears. I sped up, feeling my excitement peak, driving my cock to the hilt into her ass. Her moans became ragged, she gripped the edge of the desk until she shuddered in orgasm, her body tensing for a moment, then going limp.
But I hadn't come yet, still moving inside her. She stumbled, tangled in her tights, and fell in slow motion, tearing them on the corner of the desk. "Ouch-ouch-ouch," — her little hole was slick with the juices from my cock. I crouched to help her, and there I saw something unexpected — between her legs was a beautiful, neat but rather large cock, still pulsing, spilling streams of cum onto the floor, already dripping down her torn tights.

"Damn, I didn't expect that..." — was all I could muster, staring at her with my mouth open. She thoughtfully took the head of her cock, ran her fingers back and forth, licked them, leaving traces of her cum on her tongue. Our eyes met, and she, blushing slightly, gave me a playful smile.
In the serene silence, looking at the closed door, at the white drops on the floor, at the sweet girl taking off her torn tights and adjusting her skirt, only then did I realize I had already come, just watching her. Maybe that's why she was smiling...