Steph and Brigette stood outside the library, keeping an eye on their target. They were also aware that the school year, and their high school career, was ending within a week.Both had cut loose from their idiot boyfriends and felt they'd made the right decision there. However, they had some unfinished business, and it was sitting inside the room before them.They weren't sure why they were trying so hard to make friends with the reclusive student. He'd made it clear he didn't want to party with them. Of course, he'd also said he didn't hate them.He was attractive when he showed his face. His body was intensely sexy. They knew he was super smart, as he seemed to ace all his tests and exams. But he was terribly awkward, socially. That's what they wanted to help with, and if they got closer to that sexy body of his in the process, that would be good, too.Mary and Lindsay told them it was time to give up, and Brigette was almost convinced, but Steph was tenacious, and Brigette always
"I'm off!" she said with a smile."Thank you, Cassandra. You're going to ace the exam," he said confidently.She smiled and nodded. Collecting her stuff, she slipped her running shoes on and rushed out of the apartment.As she climbed into the bus outside the building, she felt the last of the tingles in her body calming. Andre looked so good on that sofa bed it was almost impossible to stop herself from climbing on next to him.She pushed that aside as she had to concentrate on the exam and the better future it would bring them.-=-Andre listened to his sister lock the door and breathed a sigh of relief. His cock was going to break in two if he didn't release the pressure. He put his dinner on the end table next to the milk and grabbed some tissues from the box there.Next, he struggled to push his shorts down to his thighs, and his erection throbbed as it was finally released from its prison.Taking it in his hand, he couldn't get over how hard he'd become! He stroked it up and dow
Harry raised his hand to stop the man. He looked at the others. "Is that what you saw?" They nodded, and he returned it. "Where is Marin now?""He left," the talkative student replied.The principal nodded. "I'll speak with him in the morning about asking for permission and wearing the proper attire before using the equipment. Mr. Cochrane, this was not an attack. His yell may have been unexpected, but the same could be said of your touching him." He raised his hands to stop the man from arguing. "Is that all you had to report?"The teacher glared at the principal, then nodded stiffly."Please close the door on your way out. Good day," Wallace said with a nod.The three filed out, and the students rushed off to go home, leaving the geography teacher standing in the outer office with a deep feeling of dissatisfaction.Movement caught his eye, and he saw Ilsa Jäger strutting past the windows on her way home. She was applying dark lipstick to her tempting mouth. She glanced through the w
Ilsa pushed harder and gasped loudly as he sank deeper inside. Fuck, he was opening her up! She lifted slightly, then slammed herself down. She slapped a hand over her mouth to contain her cries, as this was nothing like she'd ever felt before. One more lift and drop, and she was sitting on him with his thick cock buried deep inside her body. The head was pressing against her cervix a bit uncomfortably, but even the idea of that was so fucking sexy, she craved more. She could feel his rapid pulse throbbing inside her, and she needed to move. She began drawing him out, then slamming back down to get it all back inside. She did it again, then a little faster. It was getting easier as she bathed his cock in her wetness. She was also opening up to his girth, and that felt incredible. It all felt so illicitly sexy. She leaned over his body, pressing her fat tits against the hard muscles of his chest, and she realized she was right. He did feel like marble under her! He was hot, smooth marb
She was standing at the front of the classroom next to her desk. She collected a tissue from a box on the low bookcase by the window and carefully wiped her lipstick from her lips. It wouldn't do to leave evidence behind.Since that morning months before, when she'd received a message with a special attachment, she'd been hunting this particular young man. She'd carefully studied him, reviewing his mannerisms and movements. She listened to his speech patterns when he chose to speak and monitored his social patterns. The more she knew about him, the more impatient she became to spring her trap to capture him. She wanted him, and he would be hers.Ilsa was extremely aware of the dangers inherent in the game she was playing. To make a mistake was to lose everything she'd built for herself.Math was her first love, and teaching it was her second. She knew math would never fail her, but her ability to continue teaching it depended very much upon her doing this perfectly.Her third love sho
"Good morning, Andre. Please have a seat." Wallace pointed to the open chair.The principal gestured for him to push back his hood and pointed to his ears when he sat.Andre slipped the hood back and popped his earbuds out. He glanced over at Garlin and saw the man's angry expression fade to shock."Damn," the coach said.Wallace shot him a glance, then turned his eyes to Andre. "It's come to our attention that there was a fight behind the school after last bell." Andre nodded. The principal continued. "It seems obvious from your bruising that you were involved."Garlin snorted and got a stern look from Wallace.Andre nodded once more."We've heard from the others, and the police who I understand spoke with you last night?" Another nod. "Can you tell us what happened?"Andre looked between the two men, then kept his eyes on the desk surface. He described how he was dragged out to the portable, how angry they were about their girlfriends dumping them, how they blamed him, and how Rick