The Confession in the Broadcasting Room

After school, when I went to the shoe locker to go home, I found a note in my shoe box saying, 'Please come to the broadcasting room alone.'
The name on the note was John, a classmate, but actually, my best friend Emily likes John.
I was trying to create an opportunity for Emily to confess to John.
John might have noticed Emily's feelings, and that's why he wanted to talk to me... Thinking that, I headed to the broadcasting room alone.

The broadcasting room is at the back of the audiovisual room, and no one is there after school.
When I opened the door to the audiovisual room, John hadn't arrived yet, so I decided to sit and wait in the broadcasting room.
If Emily found out that John and I were meeting alone, she might get angry...
But this is for Emily...
John is good at sports and studies and is cool, but he is also laid-back...
I was thinking about such things.
I saw John opening the door to the audiovisual room and entering through the booth of the broadcasting room, so I waved my hand.
'Hey,'
John said as he entered the broadcasting room and closed the door.
The broadcasting room is soundproof, so my ears felt a bit strange.
'About Emily...'
'Yeah,'
'I like someone else,'
'(!)'
Too straightforward!
I was a little flustered.
'Did you notice Emily's feelings?'
'She's easy to read, right?'
'(Indeed)'
'So, here's the main point...'
(Huh? That wasn't the main point??)
'The one I like is... you.'
'What!?'
My whole body felt like it was on fire, and my cheeks became hot.
But that was just the beginning.
I noticed the look in John's eyes, and it felt dangerous.
His eyes were moist and bloodshot, glittering.
I instinctively ran to the door and said to John,
'Let's talk outside.'
But John stood between the door and me, grabbing my wrist.
'Let go!'
As John's lips approached my face, I twisted my body, but he ended up holding me from behind.
(Saying he likes me is a lie. He just wants to do this!)
He touched my breasts over my blouse with both hands.
I stiffened and endured.
I realized then that when I'm nervous, I can't move, speak, or cry.
His hands started unbuttoning my blouse from the top, one by one.
When he tried to touch my breasts directly, I reflexively twisted and escaped from his arms.
'What will you tell Emily? Emily is my best friend!'
He slowly approached me.
I backed away but was cornered against the wall of the narrow broadcasting room, and he slipped his hand under my bra.
I pressed my back against the wall and stiffened.
(If Emily finds out...)
Today's bra had a front hook, and he easily unhooked it with one hand.
My breasts were exposed inside the unbuttoned blouse, and he boldly fondled them.
I was at his mercy.
As he enjoyed the elasticity, his head came under my face, and I smelled his hair.
(It smells good, though manly...)
The next moment, my nipple was sucked into his lips.
'Ah...'
For the first time, a strange feeling welled up.
(I want more. It's wrong, but I want more.)
I noticed my face turning red and my breathing becoming heavy.
I could feel my nipple reacting sensitively inside his warm mouth.
(I want him to suck the other one too.)
I thought vaguely.
He slowly moved his lips to the other breast but didn't suck the nipple, so I looked down at him.
He looked up at me while gradually bringing his lips closer to the nipple.
When his lips touched my nipple, I couldn't help but let out a voice, 'Ah...'
His lips and tongue stimulated my nipple like a living creature.
Gently rolling it with his tongue, sucking it, I felt a sensation deep inside, and the inside of my private area became wet and warm.
While caressing my breasts with his mouth, he placed one hand on the wall and slowly moved his lips up.
Collarbone, neck, nape.
Gently, as if touching something fragile.
The next moment, my lips were covered by his.
(Mmm...)
I didn't know there was a skill to kissing.
I used to think it was just pressing lips together and inserting the tongue, without feeling anything special.
But his kiss was passionate, devouring my lips and tongue, and I felt a clear rise within myself.
I awkwardly wrapped my hands around his neck and stroked his back.
He hugged me tightly without breaking the kiss.
(I don't care what happens with this person...)
I felt that way.
His lower body pressed against my lower abdomen, and I could feel his hardness and size even through the clothes.
As if knowing my mind and body completely, he moved one hand down, slowly lifting my skirt and caressing the outside of my thigh.
I remembered I was wearing tight sports shorts today.
He stopped his hand at the line of the shorts, then moved it along the line to the back.
His warm hand caressed my round hip line.
(It feels good...)
I could feel the entrance of my private area getting wet inside the shorts.
I couldn't make a sound because my lips were still sealed.
I was embarrassed by my heavy breathing.
Just before it became unbearable, he released my lips.
His hand traced the line of the shorts to the front and slowly descended to my V-zone.
(Will we go all the way?)
I suddenly felt anxious.
Even though a voice inside me said I shouldn't, my heart was pounding, my head was foggy, and I couldn't move.
(What will I tell Emily?)
Various thoughts swirled in my head.
His finger reached the apex of the triangle.
(I can't do this...)
I desperately looked into his eyes and shook my head pleadingly.
But the next moment, his finger started stimulating the sensitive part of my slit over the shorts.
'...!!'
The lingering sensation from the kiss made me more sensitive, and the strong stimulation over the tight shorts made it impossible to suppress the wave inside me.
He rhythmically and forcefully attacked the exact center of my pleasure.
'Mmm... mmm...'
My voiceless voice leaked between his fingers.
I could feel the pressure inside my body rising higher and higher.
Unconsciously, I stood on tiptoe, my calves hurting, but I couldn't stop the rising pleasure...
(Ah... I can't... anymore...)
I felt like I was losing consciousness.
The next moment, it felt like light exploded from my entire body.
'Ahhh...'
I collapsed, screaming, and lay on the carpet of the broadcasting room, dazed, literally unable to stand.
My legs had no strength.
At his mercy, my skirt and shorts were stripped off.
He unbuckled his belt, took off only his lower clothes, and covered me.
He positioned himself to enter me, spreading my knees with his, and pressed his thing against my entrance, staring at my face.
I looked back at him from below.
At that moment, my body craved him entirely.
He slowly entered me.
'Ah, ah, ah...'
My entrance and inside were soaking wet, easily accepting him.
He thrust vigorously.
'Ah...'
The most sensitive wall inside felt him, and my whole body trembled, clinging to him... My most sensitive part and his hot, sensitive part collided repeatedly.
With each thrust, my vision turned white, and I lost track of who I was and where I was.
My body became a vessel filled with pleasure, and I could feel the walls inside contracting to absorb everything he released.
'Ah, it feels so good...'
As the rhythmic waves of pleasure engulfed me, I felt like I was somewhere other than this world.
Suddenly, his movements became more intense.
My wave reached its peak in response.
My body felt like it was falling apart, and I wanted to cling to something, digging my nails into his back.
My vision kept turning white.
It felt so good I was losing consciousness.
'Ah, ah, I can't, please, I'm going to... No, ah, ahhh...'
The next moment, he groaned, 'Ugh,' and something warm splashed around my navel.