Jessica Gordon Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Tara had been curious about her roommate, Gordon ever since that day she caught him jerking off in her panties. Ever since then, the memory of his cock wrapped in her panties had consumed her. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was a nerdy guy and looked rather sexy for a nerd. She had been shocked to see him rutting into her panties that day and he had looked so mortified, she thought he would pass out from embarrassment. He avoided her like the plague since then but Tara couldn't stop imagining his huge, throbbing shaft pressed against her. So when a package arrived at their apartment for Gordon, she immediately opened it.

"Hello? Earth to goggles? Are you even in there?" ‎She follows the path of his wandering eyes and sees exactly what’s happening at his crotch. Right there, protruding through the thin cotton of his boxers, is an unmistakable, unapologetic hard-on. It’s pitching a tent, pointing toward her like a compass needle pointing North. "What are you, a fucking perv?" Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎‎

It always did. I hated the way my hands trembled as I zipped up the small duffel bag. It wasn’t like I had much to pack — a few clothes, some skincare, and a pair of worn sneakers I hadn’t replaced in years. I was still trying to make sense of what had just happened when the door flung open behind me. “Wow.” Jessica’s voice cut through the room like a blade dipped in venom. “Not even five minutes and you’re already packing your bags like a good little whore.”

She unscrews the cap of the bottle, and before I can react, she dumps the container of the bottle over my head. I gasp as the slimy egg mixture slid down my face down the front of my shirt. My hands begin to tremble as I grit my teeth, fighting the anger that simmered in the pit of my stomach. I can't take them all, so I stay put as they giggle amongst each other while I try to fight the onslaught of angry tears that is threatening to choke me. I can't give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. Never. “This should help remind you that you're nothing but trash,” Jessica smirks, dropping the empty bottle at my feet.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

Jessica said sarcastically making Tiana pause. "Of course I don't," she emphasized. Asher snorted," Yea right as if you're not the girl that always played paparazzi because she tots couldn't stop stalking the young Mr Acwulf." " I'm not a stalker," Tiana denied. "Yeah right and I definitely don't fart in my sleep," Jess retorted. "It was like a tiny mind controlling lady Gaga entered her head and couldn't stop singing baba babarashi to her," Jessica snorted oping a can of beans and digging in.

"Guess what? You'll always be on my bad side, bitch." I turned and opened my locker. As I started to put my books in it, I realized that they both were still standing there looking at me. "What?" I snapped as I turned towards them. Jessica flinched but walked away, while Jessie looked at me amazed. "What are you still doing here?" He leaned against the locker as I saw some girls looking at us. "How did you do it?" He looked at me, and his smirk fell. "I could ask you the same thing. I mean, how can you kiss that thing without vomiting in her mouth?" He grinned and shook his head. His hand swooped up to lift his cap so the other could run through his hair before he returned the hat to its rig

Lana wore a tiny skirt and a top that was barely enough to cover her boobs that were threatening to fall out , and in her right hand was the outfit she wanted me to wear. I rolled my eyes at her as I pushed the book away from my lap. “I’m not wearing that.” Lana finally smiled at me as she dropped the outfit into my hands. “Well, that leaves me to believe that my roommate is finally going out with me.” I forced myself out from my dorm bed and stopped the music that was blasting out from my phone. The outfit she handed me was a short bum short, and there was no way I was wearing that stuff I had to improvise.

I stuffed a piece of bread into my mouth instead, chewing slowly. “Don’t mind Jason,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s a total douchebag. And that virgin joke? So last season. Super outdated.” I gave a low hum, swallowing. “I’m not affected. It’s not worth my energy.” Kayla smiled approvingly. “Good. You’re tougher than you look.” She took a bite of her salad, then leaned in. “So, have you decided what you’re wearing to the game tomorrow? And I need your number, or at least your I*******m, so I can text you. Or you can send me your address if you want a ride.”