COACH AND CHEERLEADER - 11 TIANA'S POV A million and one different scenarios played out in my head mostly the negative heartbreaky ones but what happened next was something I never expected.Coach Calton's mouth opened to mine and we kissed passionately. Deep and passionately.His hands hesitated before they moved around my body. The same body he had massaged minutes ago. The same body that had been yearning for his touch for what felt like an eternity.I'd imagined what kissing him would feel like but what I felt at that moment with his lips on mine exceeded it all. His lips were soft and they moved gently with my luscious full lips. The way he kissed me showed me without a shred of doubt that he needed me too. Desired me.I placed my arms on his full chest for support. Somehow it felt good even with his shirt on. How would it feel shirtless? My mind reeled at the possibility.Our lips slowed in their movement and parted enough for me to say, "Coach Ca-"He put his thumb to my lip
COACH AND CHEERLEADER - 11 TIANA'S POV (part One)Whenever I thought or heard about car sex, my mind subconsciously associated it with discomfort. I couldn't understand how people could fuck comfortably inside a place that was the same dimension as a matchbox. There were so many questions. So many things wrong with the maths. The sex had to be terrible. It just had to be!All that faded into nothing as I jumped on his cock riding him hard. We were both moaning and grunting. His cock filled me as I bounced on him.He had crushed his lips against mine ravaging my body with his firm hands."You're not wearing anything under, are you?" His voice was groggy with lust.I shook my head as he worked his zip and brought out his hard dick.Coach Calton's handsome face twisted with pleasure. My hips worked as I ground on him following the movement of his body. We synched in a wild hunger that consumed us.I hadn't taken off my dress. He grabbed my ass hitting his dick into me. The slapping soun
Principal and Student 1 Noah's POV "Wow. That's big!" She said excitedly.Her big blue eyes glowed as she shrieked laying next to me.I could still remember Will's voice when he had told me Lisa Holding wanted to fuck me. We had had a big argument about it. Now seeing her squirm at my side, I knew I owed Will twenty bucks."Gee. Do you think that's going to fit?" She giggled nodging me with her shoulder. Her breast hit me in the process and I felt her softness.I said, "Sure." I'd watched that exact porn before.Lisa focused on the video and for a moment I got the idea she was avoiding having to look at me.The man in the video had what I called a horse's dick. It was built to destroy. He put it inside the naked pornstar who screamed out. Lisa flinched from her screams.Their sex was rough. Brutal. So unlike what I was planning in my head for Dear Lisa. I was going to take her easy, slowly.Lisa moved on the bed twisting her legs casually. It was a normal move but I read the hidden
Evie"Are you mad?" Her voice went up. "I can't imagine how you'd offer to be a substitute principal for your grandma. It makes no sense, Evie!" Matt sighed. He had said the same thing just yesterday when I told him the news. Now Ellie was loosing her shit over it."It's not as bad as you make it." I shrugged.Ellie's eyes widened as if I had just read out from a cursed book to resurrect a demonic entity to enslave humanity."Can you hear yourself? You're a 25-year old woman who is giving up most of her life to handle a school. Who will hold my hair up when I need to throw up after getting wasted?"She kept talking too fast for me to pick out what she was saying. Ellie usually did that when she got worked up. Calming her down would be an impossible task especially since she wasn't going to get her way."Tell me. What good will come of this?"I took a breath. "The experience.""The experience? The fucking experience! Matt say something." She threw her hands in the air turning to Matt.
NOAH’S POVMy day was going terribly. Fucking terrible. I had to give Will most of my savings after sitting through an hour-long introduction. An introduction unveiling the new Principal. My ass ached.I could see the resemblance. She was definitely Mrs. Buckley’s granddaughter but as far as I could see, there was nothing special about her. She was tall, dark-haired, and slender in a subtle sensual way. It would be like unraveling an onion for guys who were into the layered type of sexy.I hated that we had to do without Mrs. Buckley and that hate made it impossible for me to like the new sub; granddaughter or not.Mr. Hardly scribed some numbers and mathematical symbols on the board and he went on to explain what he was teaching the class. He was an excellent mathematician but a crappy ass teacher. He looked like a washed-up nerd in his late forties who had been forced to stay a virgin to save his life.I tried to focus but my brain reminded me how hopeless it was. I had better luck
Eve's POV The smell of the freshly polished oak desk made my stomach turn. I didn't see why they had to get it polished. I would have loved it just the way Granny used it while she was in charge. It smelled like wax wiped with a horse’s ass.Wendy was saying something about most of the daily stuff I needed to do and the things she was going to handle. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she didn't like me at all. She didn’t approve of me. Most people didn’t.It didn't matter much especially since she was everything I didn't want to be. An aged spinster probably in her late forties with no hope of getting laid or love; whichever comes first. Her companions were probably a troop of cats in a lonely apartment off the city."Do you understand it all?"I nodded giving her a thumbs up. I didn't understand shit but I would have rather sat down in front of an active highway than let her repeat all she had said again.She stood above me with the patient calm of a hawk. A slightly ob
Principal and Student 5Noah's POV He had to be crazy. I knew rich kids took all sorts of drugs to numb whatever fucked up shit they had to put up with being rich over privileged pieces of shit with no real care in the world. Whatever pills he had been popping recently had messed him up badly.Rick had assured me that he was serious. He wasn't fucking around. If I wanted to make five hundred, I had to fuck the hottest chick in the school who according to him was the new principal."Are you crazy?" Will asked saying exactly what was on my mind.I had to be crazy to accept Rick's bet. At the moment I'd been dumbstruck by my greed. I was still experiencing the residual effects of greed."I think I am," I replied speaking in a low voice.Evelyn Buckley. My first impression of her had been less than impressive. There was no sexual appeal there. She was sexy in her way but too plain to get me turned on."Noah," Will said tugging at my arm. "Snap out of it. You're way over your head. You ca
-6 Eve's POV Sitting across from him in the restaurant was a challenge. It was almost like I was watching a movie of that exact moment rather than sitting there.He seemed to be enjoying himself. I could tell by the smile on his face and his look of satisfaction. He was probably having a messed up fantasy about how I would follow him back to his place by the end of the night for some action.As desperate as I was for some dick, this was too much.He looked like the type of weirdo that still lived in his mother's basement. I would sit across from him, endure his company and his conversation, enjoy the free meal, and then thank him for the free meal. It was the least polite thing I could do.He told me his name was Bernie and that the pictures he used on his profile were from some years ago. His glory days he called them. I had a hard time believing the hunk on his profile was related to him in any way. I didn't believe it at all. He was capping.A waiter showed up and Bernie ordered
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg