Author's Note: That's an idea one-shot, which just popped up in my mind and I couldn't help but share it, besides one of my lovely internet pals gave it as a idea! It's specially for you, darling , miss_jessica_lange_ and I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot! Nevertheless, I hope everybody do enjoy and like this one-shot too!!! :)) <333

Judy has never had any luck with the representatives of the opposite sex as they were either showing in peculiar way how they liked her with the jeering, wry bullies or rather bullying her for being an introvert even a different girl from the others. Nonetheless, the young lady has always been a decent student with decent grades and extraordinary discipline until she moved in high school and the adventurous, dynamic roller coaster begun. Roller coaster as she met even hanged out with one of her classmates, who was nothing than a kindhearted, unarguably intelligent, caring and open-minded gentleman. It was Timothy Howard, himself, of course!

Her new male classmate's background was actually aristocratic as he was a British compatriot as his family originated from London as he moved with his parents in Boston, Massachusetts, due to family problems as Timothy's mother, Anna, has always problems with her son's aunt, who was the core of the incessant and unbearable scandals. Boston was his new home for 10 years as the adolescent was nowadays seventeen-year-old.

When Jude and Timothy were getting to know one another with the advancing time as students, they became momentarily fond of one another especially the young man as he could behold behind the mask of the beautiful blonde a heartbroken, isolated, misunderstood and humble girl. Girl, who was much different and a vibrant contrast, compared to her peers as she was wise, mature, loving her single mother even when they had conflicts at times, in fact, her mother, Hazel, was a housekeeper in a hotel.

Moreover their families knew personally each other shortly after the blonde was already a high schooler and developing intensifying, spellbinding feelings for her British classmate. The both teenagers' parents were not only extraordinary acquaintances, further, best friends for years as they have helped each other a lot and they've supported one another in the toughest times.

Once the native Bostonian was spending more time with her secret love interest, the more her grades aggravated, as a result of her lacking efforts in studying and spending a quarter a day reading the textbooks at least. Sometimes she verged to fail some classes such as Math and Science, however, thanks to her fewest best friend, consequently, on every impending test he allowed her to copy the answers from him without being caught by the professor.

Even when the bullies were opting to jeer at Judy, whether the platonic bond were ignoring them or Timothy confronted them as the rumors about their romantic relationship was already spread the word in the entire class.

As today was a common spring day as Judy and Timothy were having Math class with Frank, who was teaching them geometry for their level since they were 11th graders. The both students, who caged their own bewitched feelings of each other in their hearts, were seating exactly alongside one another on the last desk to the wall as their class was around 20 people only, reckoning them.

Whilst the juvenile lady was crossing her nubile legs under her desk, playing absently with her pen as Frank's teaching method sounded like blathering as he was explaining one of the theorems, gawking glassily, jadedly the black board as her hazelish-brown orbs were fueled with unconditional fatigue and absenting enthusiasm as the darkest nuances pigmented her irises, the British emigrant was nibbling on his pen tip, hardly salivating it as his other solely free hand was pawing the desk, his fingertips tipping idly the hardwood, old material. His chocolate brown irises glistened hoary tinges as they were like already read book with its spread pages. Boredom, perhaps mild exasperation and weariness were brewing like potions, pouring its somber pigments in the eyelids as the extra ounce was cementing them.

Their youthful, fresh complexions grimaced as grotesque, vacuous frowns cradled like hammocks in the most sweltering summer days their plumpish, motionless lips.

All of a sudden, Timothy's mammoth, pale as ghost hand lowered from the desk to his classmate's perfectly shaped, round kneecap as his long, pristine fingers kneaded gingerly, lightly the ebon, thin, elegant stockings which were clothing her legs as its black garters kept its worn stockings' length, without cascading even an inch.

Shivers grazed the blonde's body muscles and bones as her knees were weakening gradually, due to the casted spell of his enticing, most feather touch. In the meantime, Judy's cheeks tinged sanguinely as muggy heat crawled underneath her plump, well-defined cheeks' facial skin. The blonde couldn't suppress ducking her head bashfully, attempting to focus at class even when the enthusiasm ebbed naturally in the thin air like star's impermanent twinkle in the nocturnal, pitch-black sky.

"W-What are ya doing?" The girl enquired sheepishly as her lip curled as her glimpse followed the motion of the fingers, massaging her kneecap as her heart raced. "Timothy?" She tried to earn his attention even if he was playing it silly, pretending to overlook her.

"N-Nothing!" Timothy excused himself, nibbling on the silken skin of his bottom, berry-coloured lip uneasily as he sensed his secret crush was going to expose one of his secret thoughts he had of her. An abashed, humble smile was tattooed on his face as a contrasting context can be read, by judging its shape and hues. "I'm bored at Math class." He resumed his exclaimation as he whispered softly past her ear as the Math teacher has already finished with explaining one of the theorems, now chalking on the white board a geometry figure, puncturing its angles symmetrically.

"Who isn't, Tim?" In the interval, Judy took a deep breath in velvety voice as she was mumbling to her favorite classmate since she didn't want the Math teacher get them in trouble and persuade either of them to being transmitted on other students' desk without causing pother. "Ugh, I don't know how we will survive a half an hour more until the end of the-" As the young woman verged to carry on with her sentence, suddenly after Frank noted the platonic bond prattling during Math class, shooting a piercing, scorching glare at the both students on the last bureau.

"Hey! Judy move on the first seat in the middle column so that to observe ya even better what are ya doing during my classes!" In the interim, the rest of the class's searing prying gawks were darted to the platonic bond as some of their peers guffawed, tickling the corners of their mouths as the blonde and her friend's hearts sunk, whilst their bile rose up in their throats in the same time. Perhaps barbarous chagrin, embarrassment and disquietness were brewing and cooking inside the teenagers as a cauldron with toxic liquid. Their smiles pottered off their complexions as the brief moment of intimacy or the delicate touch couldn't compensate the middle-aged man's criminal ill humor. "Immediately!" He insisted emphatically as salty dew of moistness pooled the young lady's eyelids as bitter tears bordered on to spring up in her frail eyelids, consequently allowing its tears to tumble down her cheeks.

"But Mr. McCann, we were just whispering!" The juvenile blonde opted to defend herself, hemming as she was struggling to spell the syllables, factly, the moment was as awkward as engendering nonplussing for her even for Timothy, himself.

"Mr. McCann, please! She did nothing wrong to draw attention or something." Even Timothy attempted to confront the older gentleman, standing for his crush without any doubts and intentions of betraying her or being turned against her.

"Shut up, Timothy! I haven't asked yar word or council." Frank bared his ivory, still firm teeth for his midlife episode of his life as he took from the cherry bureau the exquisitely polished teaching stick, thus slapping it violently on the bureau, causing the majority of the seventeen-year-olds to flinch with exception of a handful of students. "Look what miss Judy, when I saw immediately, immediately means immediately! Am I clear?"

"Mhm!" Meantime, Judy bobbed her head in distressed, bashful manner as she gathered her own textbook, notebook and school bag with herself, getting from the desk which she was sharing it with her secret love interest and strolling up, slowly distancing from Timothy, because of the stern teacher, pouting her lips.

"Do not waste the class's time! Ya have been so naughty student lately. Not only a naughty one, but also an absent-minded and whispering sweet secrets with yar classmate Timothy as that's why you can't focus on my classes and instead, the trouble becomes double." The middle-aged man slapped the stick once again so that to startle his rebellious student, huffing.

"The heck is wrong with this doited teacher?" Judy muttered, scowling as soon as she seated on the first desk in the middle column, setting her school items, chewing her bottom lip as it curled in the mutter, eyeing blankly the recent notes which she has scribbled in her Math notebook.

"What the hell did ya say, Judy? Huh?"

"Ah, nothing, Mr. McCann?"

"One more complaint or baloney and ya will be sent to the principle's office for misbehaving in Math class. It's not just for today, but these boyfriend and girlfriend whispers aren't my thing in Math class. Just do it during the small breaks or out of school but not during my classes and causing turmoil!"

In the meantime, the blonde kept her tongue behind her teeth as she was playing absently with her pen, glimpsing at Timothy, whilst Frank was punctuating with chalk one more geometry figure, commencing to dictate the imminent theorem which the students should scrawl in their notebooks within seconds.

The truth was Judy and Timothy detested the school subject and their Math teacher, who was often putting the blame on either of them for mumbling to one another during his classes since he's their Math teacher for almost 3 years and noticed a drastic plummet in Judy's marks on his discipline.

A handful of minutes later, the juvenile lady could no longer bear the ennui which built its barriers in her heart and she wanted to find the perfect excuse to flee Math class, pretending either having a painful period or having the urgent need to visit the female restrooms in no time.

"Excuse me, teacher?"

"Yes, miss?" The older man haughtily enquired without turning his back as he was writing on the blackboard the first task for today's class.

"Can I go in the restroom? It's very urgent." The female student exclaimed stoicly as she was pretending to have a bladder, taking notes in her notebook about the recent task as her lip curled in the exclaimation.

"So the rebel, who whispered to her boyfriend and cause disturbance in my class is now wanting to go in the restroom, because it's urgent? What an irony, Miss! Go quickly!" He swatted with his mammoth, veiny hand, maneuvering her to flee the classroom for a while as a smug, malicious grin cradled her lips.

--- *** ---

A handful of minutes after the young woman excused herself exceedingly to use the ladies' restroom as soon as she left the portable toilet cabinet, all of a sudden as her petite, creamy as cream hand met the doorknob, subsequently twisting it, she took a few steps outside the portable toilet cabin until her caramel brown pools were met with a masculine, tall figure stood behind the restroom's shut and locked door.

At first, the girl startled as humongous shock and speechlessness enveloped her heart, biting her lip demurely as her caramel brown irises met the chocolate brown as he was slowly approaching her, his shoes clicking against the tiled flooring. She swallowed hard, when abundance of questions flooded her mind without instant answers.

First and foremost, what her crush was doing in the ladies' restroom? The second question is how he excused himself from Math class since he's perpetrator in causing trouble, besides her? At last but not least, what are his intentions?

"T-Timothy? W-What are ya doing here?" The young lady posed the question, stuttering as she lowered her stare to the tiled flooring, eyeing idly.

"I didn't want to be in Math class as this teacher is annoying every ounce of my body!" At the moment, he took one of the elvish, milky as vanilla hands into his larger, secure ones, squeezing it tightly as she glanced girlishly, sensing electrifying. "I hate not only Maths, but also the teacher, who separates us almost every time just because we whisper during his classes."

"Is that the only reason why ya are here?"

"No!" In the meanwhile, his other colossal, surprisingly warm hand cupped her chin with a couple of fingers, tilting her head to meet his piercing gaze as the alluring scent of flowers coated her lion mane of glossy curly tresses as they cascaded her upper back, framing ideally her angelic, porcelain face as her trembling hands reached up for his well-shaped cheek, cupping it in the palm of her hand. "Judy, you are the only reason why I'm here and why I'm going to school with enormous pleasure and a shining smile on my face."

"I'm honored to hear that. Don't ya know how happy am I every time whenever I'm at school? You are the only reason why I'm still happy and this smile of mine hasn't being wiped off my face." Afterwards his fingers drifted up to her cheekbone, tracing it featherly with a thumb, kneading it gently. "I've never been that happy ever in my life, ya know?"

"I'm pleased to hear it I'm making you happy, because you deserve it. But Judy, I don't know how to say it," Meanwhile, his warm, mint breath tickled her facial skin as her eyelids fluttered shut for a split second as he tucked stray aureate tresses behind her tiny, sensitive ear. "We've have been friends for years except classmates and you have been always my ray of sunshine even if it was in platonic way. And I've something to confess."

All of a sudden, she opened abruptly her eyelids, meeting his chocolate brown orbs as she nibbled on the silken skin of her rosy-coloured, upper lip, thereafter licking it reluctantly as her heart leaped. Perhaps agitation enveloped her heart to hearken his confessions as she had some remarkable ones for him.

"What are yar confessions, Timothy?"

Seconds before the beginning of his monologue, the British compatriot took a deep breath, then clearing his throat as he played with her halo ringlet of old Hollywood, silky gilt curls, twirling in his fingers, admiring its crispy softness of her dazzling hair.

In the interval, Timothy took his time to sort his mind as he yearned more than anything to make revelations, he hadn't made since he laid eyes on her since the first moment. What the British emigrant wanted was to overthink rationally what kind of confessions to fess to his secret love interest without disappointing her or rather, not comprehending its literal context.

"You know, we've been friends and I know you love me, despite you have hidden it, because I awfully love you and you are a rara avis, Judy! Moreover, you're the reason why I'm smiling and I've always loved you, no matter as a friend or a crush, besides concealing the arcane, damned feelings I've for you not just for weeks. For months and for years. You don't have any clue how much you did change my life, rara avis!" At the moment, the young man scooped his crush in a warm, melting embrace as her face was buried in the crook of his neck, attempting to not admire as much as possible his ravishing cologne, taunting her sensitive nostrils.

"It's true I love you and I've stored these feelings deeply inside me for ya, because I feared of that you will reject me and ya will think me of a lunatic!" The female student molted in the scooped hug as her lips scarcely brushed the satin skin of his neck, faintly, tenderly kissing them as his chocolate brown pools widened once they broke off the hug, taking their time to admire one another's beautiful faces. "I have never loved anyone as much as ya, Timothy! You are a special boy and you're not only kind, loving and caring, further, you're unarguably handsome." A beaming, beatific smile flapped its corners across her lips as grand, sacred angelic wings, fixing her honey brown eyes on his handsome face, cupping his cheeks in the palms of her hands yet. "Could ya explain to me what does rara avis means?"

"It means rare bird in Latin as that's the perfect compliment for the most beautiful and most kindhearted girl in this world." In the interim, his both hands were pawing her slim waist as his fingers kneaded the thin shirt uniform's fabric, admiring the swan curves as their faces were barely an inch from each other as he removed one of his mammoth, smooth as velvet hands from her waist as the thumb brushed her bottom lip, seconds before closing the gap and sealing his soft, luscious lips with hers in a harder, sultry kiss as it was his first time being in a romantic relationship with a representative of the opposite sex as Judy was his first girlfriend. "I love you, rare bird!"

"I love you too, sweetie!" In the meantime, they closed the gap as Judy pressed her lips on his in a hardening, soft kiss as she moved her both hands to his dark hair, running her fingers through it as their eyelids were clutched shut tightly, relishing their first real romantic moment as their hearts raced as the same hand of Timothy shifted down to her waist, lifting her up as his both hands momentarily grabbed her small buttocks, placing her on the marble sink as he spread her legs. Shortly after setting her on the sink, his hand kneaded her rear, whereas his other one moved under her skirt as his long, pristine fingers rubbed through her ordinary white panties' fabric her already drenched folds as they were screaming for being teased by masculine fingers.

In this moment, the women's restroom turned out to be love nest battlefield especially for the 11th graders as Timothy didn't want to disappoint when their kisses grew more ferocious as he was virgin, himself, and he didn't know how to kiss ideally a female even when he knew a couple of tricks how to please her. Muffled, soft moans and groans zinged the Bostonian's damp lips as she whispered between the kiss and the moan.

"Don't worry, sweet boy! Even if ya are a virgin, be natural what ya feel exactly at the moment! Trust your instincts and fantasies!" A velvety, coy giggle heaved her throat as her tongue tip brushed his upper lip, ushering him to keep on and duel his wet tongue as their tongues started their duel until hers won domination, subsequently plugging it into his mouth, deepening into a French kiss as her both hands slithered down to his shirt's uniform, undoing a couple of buttons, encouraging him as his lips slipped from her lips slowly mildly salivating her jawline until they peaked to her neck as she cocked back her head, giving him a better access to her pale neck as he still teased her wet folds, arousing his tight crotch.

"Oh sweet Jesus! You're incredible! Don't stop it!" One of her hands lowered under her skirt as she took his larger hand, consequently yanking her lower lingerie until it pooled her ankles as his fingers could finally tease her hard clit, rubbing it on circles.

"You're driving me crazy, girl!" Meanwhile, her face was all flushed when he used his ivory teeth to nibble on the silken skin of her delicate neck as then he peppered feather, light kisses on it until he used one of his hands to undo her shirt's buttons. The young woman spread promptly wider her long, drop dead gorgeous legs as soon as Timothy got rid off her skirt, being discarded on the tiled flooring along with their shirts as her bra, panties and black stockings were the sole garments which hugged her small frame. In Timothy's case, his boxers and slacks were clothing certain inches of his larger frame.

Their muffled even louder moans and groans floated in the restroom's background as everything else especially their surroundings and passing students or teachers in the abysmal, long hallway were readily oblivious for the young adults.

After Timothy teased his girlfriend's hard clit with a couple of fingers even a thumb as he pinched it, throughout he cupped one of her breasts as his lips were already scooping her erected, tiny mauve nipple, circling his wet tongue around the areola, using his teeth to nibble it aggressively, relishing the erotic moment as the young lady yearned more than anything feeling his hard manhood inside her core as their skins unite as one.

"Oh fucking Christ, Timothy! I want ya already inside me." Her emotional, soft plea was vomited in a murmur, chewing her bottom, plump lip as she ran her fingers all over his toned muscles and abs, admiring his muscularity. "Tell me something sweet and pretty! My folds are already ready to contract your hard rock cock as walls inside me!"

"Oh Jesus Christ, Judy!" Then he moved his lips back to hers, capturing them in a soft kiss until her petite, milky as snow hand drifted down to his erected member, positioning at her entrance, licking greedily her own lips, seconds before capturing his, opening her eyes to meet his stare, seconds before his thrusts begin as she took her time to admire his fascinating facial features. "You're the sexiest and the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on! You have no idea!"

"Whenever ya are ready, fuck me!"

Suddenly his first slow thrust monotonously startled as they were painful for the native Bostonian as sore groans echoed her oral caverns, closing tightly her eyes as eyelids momentarily until the thrusts were swifter even less painful, mustering up with the pace which quickened as she dig her manicured in bright red nails, medium-sized into his back, scrapping it as one of his hands grasped her pelvis, whilst her both legs were clasped around his shoulders and his free hand still cupped her breast, teasing its erected nipple. His darkened chocolate brown irises were glued on her fevered face as perspiration baptized their temples, faces and flesh.

"Oh fuck!" A handful of thrusts remained until they reached their climaxes which were building and cooking in their sexes. "You're so tight, rare bird!"

"Ya are even harder, because of me!"

"Oh Jesus, my sexy beast!" Suddenly they reached their climaxes as he flumped on her bare chest as they emitted joyous chuckles after making love to each other in the restroom. "I love you very much! I didn't expect you to be virgin especially for me."

"Ya know my story as I saved my virginity for ya! I love you too, Timothy!"

--- *** ---

"As for homework ya should do," All of a sudden the classroom's door opened, creaking as Jude and Timothy were back from the restroom just a few minutes before the school's bell ring, signalizing the students for marking the end of the current class. "Oh! Judy and Timothy! What a surprise for getting back just seconds before the end of this lesson!" The middle-aged man rejoined, pursing his lips as he turned to the juvenile adults as they earned sea of flabbergasted and shocked faces, sketched upon their classmates' complexions with their arrival in the end of the Math lesson, followed by taunting, sarcastic laughters, bursting out as dynamites in the room as the teacher opted to silence them. "Shu, shu, there's nothing funny to laugh at such disgraceful students like Judy Martin and Timothy Howard! I don't know yet if it's a good idea to phone their parents but it's going to happen very very soon." He finished his caution, emphasizing the word soon.

"Look at these young birds in love! I'm still wondering what reeks of the female restroom as I can judge their happy faces." One of the most prying classmates in the class, Rachel, giggled inwardly to her best friend, Lisa as they didn't avert their provocative gawks at them.

"I can think of only one thing. Sex!" Rachel replied in honeyed voice as the both girls chuckled.

"Hey, girls! Stop talking! I'm giving yar goddamn homework." Frank tried to earn the both talkative girls' attentions, during the end of his class. As he commenced to scribble on the black board with the chalk the exercises which the students should for the forthcoming Math class on the day after, the bell rang in the corridors of the grandiose, austere façade. "Class dismissed and have a nice day!"

What the British compatriot and the native Bostonian experienced as a mixture of closure and romance was more than overwhelming for them since they have never been that scintillatingly head over heels as they thought of each other they hung the moon, besides their essential quest was their confessions and uniting along not just as platonic bond, but also as a romantic one. Opening a new chapter in the story about their boundless, potent bond with its brilliantly great potential and taking the further step in their relationship. They were already on cloud nine just a handful of minutes after leaving the female restroom and most of all, before the end of Math class, one of their least favorite school subjects where the boredom was their vice.