Forbidden Desires

Kana pov,

My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat on the bed in my room. The image of my mother's angry face was burned into my mind, and I couldn't help but think about how I had messed everything up.

"Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I have to try and seduce him?" I thought, tears welling up in my eyes.

"It's not like he would have done anything with me, anyway," I said, my voice breaking.

"I'm just a stupid girl. I should have known better."

How could I have been so blind, so foolish?

I knew the rules. I knew what would happen if I was caught. But I did it anyway.

I just wanted to feel his body against mine, to feel his skin on my skin, to feel his lips on my lips.

"But now it's all ruined. Everything is ruined."

 I wiped the tears from my eyes and lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's better this way.

After all, who wants to be with a stupid, silly girl like me?"

I closed my eyes and tried to push the thoughts from my mind, but they just kept coming back.

"Stupid, silly girl. You're such a fool."

My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, and I couldn't seem to get a handle on any of them.

Growing up, I always struggled with making friends and connecting with people. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but my social awkwardness always seemed to get in the way. I'd watch as other girls would giggle and gossip with each other, wondering how they could do it so effortlessly. I was always the outsider, looking in.

As I got older, I hoped that things would get easier for me. But unfortunately, that wasn't the case. In fact, it seemed like my social anxiety only got worse with age. When I started college, I was determined to make a fresh start and put myself out there. But it was easier said than done.

My lack of social skills made it difficult to make friends, let alone find a boyfriend. I envied the girls who had a string of suitors vying for their attention. Meanwhile, I couldn't even get a guy to look my way.

But then, everything changed when I met Otis. 

　It started in a very ordinary way: I dropped a mechanical pencil on the floor in class and didn't notice it, and a boy classmate of mine picked it up as he passed by and called out to me.

　I turned around to look at the boy who was calling out to me, and there, standing in the aisle, was a handsome young man.

"Is this yours?" the boy asked.

"Yes, thank you," I said, reaching out to take the pencil from him.

　As I did, our fingers brushed against each other, and a tingle ran up my arm. I felt my cheeks flush, and I quickly looked away, embarrassed.

"It's a cute pencil," the boy said, smiling.

"T-thank you," I stammered, clutching the pencil tightly.

"No problem. I'm Otis, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I said, mustering up the courage to look him in the eye.

He was even more handsome up close, and I could feel my heart racing as we locked eyes.

"What's your name?" Otis asked.

"I-I'm Kana," I said, my voice trembling.

　"That's a pretty name," Otis said, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Thank you," I said, unable to look away from him.

We continued to talk for a while, and I found myself completely captivated by him. He was smart, funny, and charming, and I could feel myself falling for him more and more with each passing minute.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I couldn't hide the disappointment on my face.I didn't want our conversation to end, but it seemed like it had to.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kana," Otis said, flashing me a dazzling smile before walking away.

"See you tomorrow," I said, watching him leave.

　It was a really ordinary conversation, but it was the start of something much bigger. From that day on, I couldn't get Otis out of my mind. I thought about him constantly, and I found myself looking forward to seeing him in class every day.

　He was the first person I had ever felt this way about, and it was an exhilarating yet terrifying feeling. I was excited and nervous, and I could hardly contain myself.

And it didn't take long for Otis to notice my growing interest in him. We would exchange glances during class, and he would always smile at me. I would blush and look away, but inside, my heart was racing.

It was the little things like this that made me fall for him even more.

And then, one day, things took a turn.

"Hey, Kana," Otis said, walking up to me after class.

"H-hi, Otis," I said, my heart skipping a beat as he approached.

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

I was taken aback, but I quickly recovered.

"S-sure," I said, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Great," Otis said, a relieved smile on his face. "What do you say we meet up at the park later today?"

"Okay," I said, smiling.

"See you later, Kana," Otis said, flashing me a grin before leaving.

"See you later," I said, watching him walk away.

I was on cloud nine. Otis had just asked me out, and I couldn't believe it. I was so excited, I could barely concentrate on anything else.

When the final bell rang, I rushed home to get ready for our date. I carefully picked out an outfit and made sure my hair and makeup were perfect.

I was a bundle of nerves, but I was also filled with anticipation. I couldn't wait to spend time with Otis and get to know him better.

As the sun set, I made my way to the park, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Kana, over here!" Otis called out, waving to me.

"H-hi, Otis," I said, walking over to him.

"You look amazing," Otis said, a grin on his face.

"Thank you," I said, a blush rising to my cheeks.

"So, what do you want to do?" Otis asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Whatever you want," I said, not wanting to seem too eager.

"Let's go for a walk," Otis said, extending his hand towards me.

I took his hand, and we began to walk along the path, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the still air.

As we walked, we talked about everything and anything. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I had never done with anyone before.

He was charming, witty, and insightful, and I could feel myself falling harder and harder for him.

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, we stopped at a bench and sat down.

"I had a great time tonight, Kana," Otis said, gazing into my eyes.

"Me too," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm glad we met," Otis said, his eyes twinkling.

"Me too," I repeated, unable to find the right words to express my feelings.

As the moment stretched on, I felt Otis' hand move closer to mine. I held my breath, waiting for him to make a move. And then, finally, our hands touched.

The sensation was electrifying, and I felt a jolt of energy run through my body.

We sat there for a moment, our hands touching, neither of us wanting to break the spell.

"Kana, I-" Otis started, but then a sudden gust of wind swept through the area, causing our hands to disconnect. I felt a pang of disappointment as the spell was broken, but I couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected interruption.

Otis looked at me with a smile, his eyes shining in the fading light. "That was unexpected," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of camaraderie with him. Even though we had only met a few days ago, it felt like we had known each other for a lifetime.

"We should head back," Otis said, standing up and dusting off his pants. "It's getting late."

"Yeah, okay," I said, trying to hide my own disappointment.

We walked back to my house, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed that our date was ending so soon.

"Thanks for walking me home," I said, standing at the gate of my house.

"Of course," Otis said, smiling at me.

"I had a really good time tonight, Otis," I said, blushing.

"So did I," Otis said, taking a step closer to me.

My heart raced as he moved closer, and I could feel my desire for him building inside me.

"I hope we can do this again," Otis said, his voice low and husky.

"Me too," I said, looking into his eyes.

He leaned in, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead, he brushed a strand of hair from my face and smiled.

"Goodnight, Kana," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Goodnight, Otis," I said, unable to stop myself from smiling.

"See you at school tomorrow," he said, turning and walking away.

"See you tomorrow," I echoed, watching him go.

That night, as I lay in bed, my thoughts were filled with Otis. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and my body ached for his touch.

I imagined his lips on mine and his hands caressing my body, and I couldn't help but touch myself as I thought about him.

It was the best orgasm I'd ever had.

But as I lay there, basking in the afterglow, I realized that it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I wanted Otis.

And as the weeks went by, my desire for him grew stronger and stronger. We spent more time together, and our connection deepened. We would talk for hours, and our conversations became more intimate.

We would share secrets, hopes, and dreams. And as we grew closer, so did my feelings for him.

But despite the growing bond between us, we had yet to take the next step.

Until today.

Today, I decided that I couldn't wait any longer. I had to make a move.

And the sexual education session had given me the perfect opportunity.

I had lured Otis into my room under the guise of helping me study.

And then, when the time was right, I had made my move.

I had taken his manhood in my hands, and I had stroked him until he had spilled his seed.

And the look on his face had been priceless.

It had been worth every second.

I had gotten what I wanted, and Otis had gotten what he needed.

A satisfied smirk appeared on her face.

It had been a win-win situation until her mother burst in and ruined everything.

Kana let out a deep sigh.

"Stupid mom.

If it weren't for her, Otis and I would have been together.

We would have been lovers."

"But instead, she ruined everything.

Now, there's no way Otis and I can be together."

Kana's eyes began to well up with tears.

She felt a deep sense of loss, a longing for what could have been.

She wondered if she would ever find another man who could make her feel the way Otis did.

She doubted it.

The love and desire she had felt for him were unlike anything she had experienced before.

He was her first, and she was certain he would be her last.

As she lay in bed, alone and miserable, she could only hope that he was feeling the same way.

"I'm sure he is," she whispered to herself.

"I'm sure he misses me too."

Her mind drifted back to the look of shock and delight on his face when she had taken him in her mouth.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

It had been worth it.

It had been worth getting caught because it had brought them closer together.

They had shared something special, something that could never be taken away from them.

She had made him cum, and she would never forget the feeling of his hot seed spilling over her hand.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but insert a finger inside her pussy.

She began to imagine what it would have felt like if he had inserted his penis inside her instead.

Her eyes widened as she thought about the sensation.

"How big was he?" she asked herself, biting her lower lip.

"Big enough," she responded to herself.

"Big enough to fill me up."

Her mind wandered as she imagined what it would have felt like to have him inside her.

To have him thrusting inside her, stretching her walls.

"It would have been incredible," she said out loud.

She closed her eyes, and she could almost feel it.

The sensation of his cock inside her filled her up.

She increased the speed of her fingers as she imagined him fucking her.

Hard.

Fast.

She imagined him losing control, unable to contain his desire for her.

"That's right," she whispered. "I'm yours, Otis. Take me."

Her whole body was on fire.

Her pussy was dripping wet, and her juices were flowing freely down her thighs.

She needed a release.

But her finger's movements were no longer enough.

She needed something more.

Something bigger.

Something harder.

She looked around the room and spotted a wine bottle on the desk.

"Perfect," she whispered.

She stood up, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Her light blue blouse was next. Kana reached behind her to undo her lacy bra. It felt good to take it off, and both the bra and the blouse were tossed on the floor as she walked towards the desk.

The cool floor in the room felt good on the soles of her bare feet. She stepped out of her shoes and her socks.

She stood in front of the desk, looking at the wine bottle. She picked it up, admiring the deep ruby hue of the liquid inside. She twirled the bottle around in her hand, feeling the weight of it, and then popped the cork with a satisfying pop.

Kana took a quick drink from the bottle, then pressed the cold glass against her breast.

It sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

Kana turned to her left and took another quick swig of wine before pressing the bottle against her other breast.

The sensation made her moan louder.

Her nipples were rock hard, and they felt amazing as they brushed against the glass.