MICHELLE PEYTONI stood there regretting whatever stupid impulse had led me to think Jean Harrison was going to be reasonable and see the brilliance of my idea.The girl had good grades and smarts but most of her brain cells had died off from getting fucked too much.I went back to my room and told Corey about it. She wasn't surprised."Jean Harrison doesn't strike me as the teamwork kind of gal. What do you think?"Of course, she was right. Jean's pride and ego wouldn't allow her to see the possibility of success in joining forces. It was an obvious flaw most confident people suffered from."I know what would cheer you up," Corey said. The look in her eyes warned me."This feels like one of those things I'd regret saying yes to so I rather not hear it."She grinned evilly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you pushed a butter knife through your ears and effective as it might be, I can't promise you won't suffer from some degree of brain damage."She was right. I wasn't goi
JAMIE WILLISWhat could I say? I had my ass whooped brutally in front of my new friends slash fans in the bar over and over by the woman who had challenged me. She emptied my savings till it was nothing left but a dry barren wasteland.I should have felt embarrassed but the way she beat me was just so effortless and with ease. All I could do to save what little shred of dignity I had left was to admit she was better and get out of the bar while I still had joints in my leg.She met me at the door and offered to drive me home. Her truck was huge for a woman her size but she handled it like a pro. Being around her was easy and it wasn’t until we got into the truck that I noticed her undeniable sensuality. She was incredibly sexy. Her lithe form and her strength coupled with a fire that burned in her core were incredible.“I’m Evie by the way.” She said as she manuveured the truck easily from the parking lot.Evie… wow, such a sexy name.“I’m Jamie.”She turned to me squinting as she exa
JEAN HARRISONMy relationship with Jeff was one based on sex with no strings attached. We were just fucking, satisfying each other when it was necessary. It was all just physical.This led me to my next question. Why the hell was I feeling weird over seeing him with his red-haired bitch?Jeff had explained to me that she was one of the girls he had strictly physical dealings with which meant I wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I thought I was the only one.He was free to fuck as many women as he pleased without feeling shitty about it because what we had wasn’t an official relationship yet I managed to make him feel shitty about it by telling him to fuck himself and walking out of his house dressed like a slutty cop.I couldn’t afford to lose Jeff because he was the last glimmer of hope I had in having a healthy sex life yet somehow when I got back to my room, I sent a text to him breaking it off for good.His reply made me feel more like the fool I was. He replied with a single K
JAMIE WILLISIt wasn’t amusing in the least when I got up to find half of my stuff was gone. Evie (or whatever the fuck her name was) had done a neat job taking all my shit. She would have peeled off the damned wallpaper from the friggin’ wall if she had the time. Leaving my phone behind was her only show of mercy.She had dried me completely. I didn’t even have enough to go to the station and report the crime. I’d been an easy mark indeed just as she had said. A sucker.Jayne must have heard about the incident because she came over to see how I was doing. She had seen Evie hauling my TV away and had been alarmed at first but thought nothing of it when she saw a man assisting her who had dressed up like me. Jayne had thought the imposter was me. What got me riled up was how Evie had actually gotten her boyfriend in on it and the stupid fuck had put on my clothes. Hot blood congealed on my face.“It’s going to be fine, Jamie,” Jayne said.“These things happen.”She tried to make me fe
MICHELLE PEYTONThere were so many people here.I tried my best not to stare at the naked bodies moving in front of me. It was as if I’d fallen into a dystopian world where nakedness was normal. Everyone was going around their usual business ignoring the obvious which made my journey through it a little less awkward.Corey had followed me for the most part but she had tossed her robe aside and disappeared into a room with her ass bouncing. It didn’t help that she had wished me luck before she left. She always wished me luck and yet somehow shit always ended up going sideways.There were some guys around a pool table with really nice dicks. I tried to focus on their faces but my eyes kept moving down. Below the belt. The danger zone.Freaking out that someone there was going to catch me watching and call me an imposter(which I was starting to feel like), I walked to a table and grabbed a styrofoam cup then filled it with the drink. I spilled the fucking drink staring at a dick that loo
JEAN HARRISONThe mansion and the space around it were massive. I couldn’t hope to find Corey here. She had done her part by bringing me here. Now it was my turn to get laid until my pussy begged for peace.I wanted my pussy to get rammed over and over and over until it tapped out.This wasn’t my first rodeo in a sex party so I knew where I needed to go. I knew what I wanted.I noticed some eyes were on me even though I hadn’t taken off the robe just yet and I got some nods of approval from girls walking past. The waxing was just that good even I had to admit. I had to observe the whole thing first.The whole setup was quite rich and I could tell right away that the mansion belonged to a billionaire who had a horny son. The billionaire was probably out of the country spending some of that excessive dough as most billionaires did.The swimming pool was filled with naked girls and somewhere in the corner were two people fucking in the water. I’d always wondered how that worked. Now watc
MICHELLE PEYTON"Harrison."She was the last person I'd expect to run into especially right now. It wasn't surprising that she was at a sex party.I tried to control the trembling in my legs but it only made it worse until it became unbearable.Fuck! I need a release…"Are you okay?" She was looking at my legs."Sure," I said, heavily uncertain. "I think so."Jean sighed. "This is definitely your first sex party. Didn't anyone warn you about the drink?"My mind went back by a couple of hours and I remembered the last thing Corey had said to me just before she ran off.Oh boy…I was about to tell her to fuck off and mind her own fucking business when I noticed she was just in as much agony as I was.Her hands were unsteady and it wasn't because of the vibrator she was holding. She was breathing through her mouth."What's your excuse?" I asked, raising my brow.Her face turned ugly as she scowled viciously at me. "Fuck off!""I wish I could but I need to get off and this is the only pla
JAMIE WILLISIt was Thursday. I was no longer Jamie but now I'd morphed back into my role as Mr. Willis.The class was different than it had been on Monday. I noticed the hall was full to its capacity and it was taken over mostly by girls."I suppose everyone here today is part of my class because," I paused. Wait for it. Hold, hold… hold. "We are going to have a surprise test."There was a chorus of disappointed moaning and as I'd hoped for, the imposters started marching out in groups.When I had my class back in order, I made a mental note to watch out for the girl that would fit the role of my heroine."Mr. Willis." A familiar voice called out from the crowd.I frowned.It was the dangerous one. Jean Harrison."Miss Harrison." I responded."I have a question. Why are you wearing the exact same clothes you wore on Monday?"Some of the students found her question funny and took upon themselves to laugh at it. I'd have to thank her later after class for pointing it out."Well if you
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