Erica Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

“Damn.” What the heck was happening right now? Was I really watching this live? There really is nothing new under the sun. Erica pushed her chair back and stood. “Give me a sec, I need to use the toilet.” She mumbled out, then staggered off. I watched her go, before turning to Drex who stared back. “You think we should follow her?” He asked. “So she doesn't trip or something.” “You want to follow a woman to the toilet?” I made sure to express how dumb that sounded.

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

Erica said, her voice steady. Ophelia smirked, "You think you’re a match for me? You’re just a spoiled little girl playing hero.” Erica felt the anger bubble up, hot and fierce. She tightened her grip on her knife, stepping closer. “After everything you’ve done, you really think you can stand there and smirk?” Ophelia shrugged dismissively, her gaze cool as she looked Erica up and down. “You’re both fools if you think you can just… wrap things up neatly. You’ve never understood how power truly works. I could’ve shown you, Erica, if you hadn’t been so stubborn.”

at this moment. Erica held a bag of medicine. Her face was ashen but calm. Her hands were gently covering her lower abdomen. The pain caused her forehead to sweat. Damn it! She completely forgot that her period came last night. She drank a few glasses of cold beer. Not long after she left her room this morning, her lower abdomen started to ache. She had no choice but to leave the team and drive to the hospital alone to get the medicine. Just as she finished taking the medicine, an old woman accidentally knocked into her and was stunned when she saw her face."Are you the representative of the Deluxe Group on the Internet?" Erica bowed slightly in pain and said, "Please step aside. I have som

My hips jerked, cock twitching against my abs. “That’s it,” he growled. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well.” My breath left me in broken, shaky bursts as I pressed back against him, matching the rhythm of his fingers with slow, needy rolls of my fucking hips. I felt like I was losing my damn mind. “Lube me up, Andrew,” Captain said, tossing me the lube. “Get my cock nice and slick so I can fuck you.” It was a fucking miracle I didn’t come right then. And an even bigger one that my hands stayed steady as I squeezed out the lube. I leaned in, and slowly stroked my palm down the length of his hard dick.

From when she was in the bathroom, getting dressed, sleeping and even shitting. What kind of sick school was this? I believed it should be a prestigious school and not one filled with perverts. I glanced at Luca to see he had turned his back to me. He was probably too embarrassed to look. I returned my gaze to the screen. There wasn't much to see except more of Marcella's daily life in the dorm. "This is a waste of time," I muttered, about to shut the laptop when I caught sight of a video. Clicking on it, it showed Marcella and a boy about her age. Tall, handsome, with a golden boy look, and possibly an athlete.

Not knowing what else to do, she went limp. Eric noticed Lyla’s failure to participate, and he reached for a pillow and pressed it against her face. Then, he spread her legs with his free hand and tried to force his fingers into her wet core. Finding her completely dry, he lost interest and sat up. “Holy Shit!” he shouted. “With the amount of money I’m paying you, you should come fully aroused. Now go ahead and frig yourself. I’ll watch you. We’ll continue once you’re properly juiced up.”

He pauses, feeling the damp fabric. His eyes glisten with mischief as he says tauntingly, "And here I was thinking you loathed me so much." He rubs against the material of my panties and shakes his head. "Such a hypocrite." I can't believe he just called me that. I contemplate closing my eyes and praying for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. The one title I've been avoiding all night just left Carl's lips, and it's directed at me. He doesn't look at me with disgust, though — a normal person probably would, considering all the resistance I've put up against him until now — but Carl doesn't. If anything, his green eyes glint with excitement as he pushes my panties aside and finds my

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.