Quinn’s POVHaley had been a total fan girl embarrassing me in front of Anthony. She had no control and I was glad when we got into my room. She couldn’t do much damage from her.Immediately she closed the door, she squealed excitedly.“He’s gorgeous!” I jumped on her and closed her mouth with both hands. She was being too loud. HE MIGHT HEAR!“Stop!” I mouthed. “You’re being too loud.”She struggled for a moment but eventually relaxed. I only got off of her when I was sure she wasn’t going to go manic again.I watched her closely waiting for any sign but she just smiled. And then I saw it.“He’s friggin hot! He’s so friggin’ -”I smacked her hard across the face. The slap was so heavy that she flew across the room and landed on the bed. I jumped on her ready to give her more even though my hand hurt badly.“I’m fine now. It’s okay. I yield.” Haley said raising both hands. “I needed that slap.”I nodded. She needed it. I collapsed on the bed and we lay there in silence side by side.
Anthony's POV The door opened.An older woman walked in keeping her head low. She was holding a tray with a jar of juice and some sandwiches in a saucer. Martha! Finally, I thought.She walked to the table and dropped the tray with an apologetic nod.I was about to tell Nancy it was the cook and she had just saved me from starving to death when I noticed she was looking at Martha funny.Nancy stiffened as the older woman turned around. Her eyes grew twice their size as she gasped."Mom?" Nancy shrieked.Martha raised her head and went pale. In that moment I could see the resemblance. Wtf?!"What are you doing here mom?" Nancy's voice rose.Martha gasped. "You aren't in a position to be asking me that young lady. I'm doing my job," She said. "What I want to know is what the hell are you doing here?""It's none of your business.""Really?"Nancy snarled at her mom. "Yes. Really."Martha's face fell and her shoulders slumped. She had lost most of the fight she had in her. It was a cr
Quinn's POV"I can't leave. Not until you suck my dick, rich bitch!" Josh had a look on his face. He meant what he had just said. I gaped in disbelief."What did you say?" I asked, wanting to make sure he meant it.Josh repeated himself easily. The nerdy motherfucker had finally grown some balls. Wow!His face twisted as he bared his teeth at me. Red streaks of fat veins appeared around his face giving him a menacing look.He inched closer to me forcing me to move into the room till my back was against the far wall.It wasn't funny anymore yet he smirked. He reminded me of an evil clown."Josh-" I stuttered.He raised a finger to stop me. "Shut the fuck up."Yep. It was no longer funny.The smile faded from my face and the color drained out completely. I wasn't sure how to react but he was starting to scare me.He was breathing hard, his chest heaved heavily like an agitated beast.His lips twitched."You're going to get what you deserve. A dick running down your throat."I gasped. H
Quinn's POVI slammed my room door hard as I got in. My whole body shook from the anger I was feeling.I paced while I tried to convince myself he wasn't worth getting mad. The more I tried the angrier I got.Who the fuck does he think he is?!Pain crept up my arm paralyzing me for a moment. In my anger, I had shoved his chair on the floor completely forgetting my hand was in a bad state."Fuck." I winced through the pain.It was nothing compared to my anger. To the thick lump at the back of my throat. It was nothing compared to my rage!I had to get back at him. He had to pay. I had to make him suffer. But how?I relaxed a little and settled down to think of the ways I could get back at him. Everything I could think about was just too minor for what he deserved.My mind worked overtime until it became clear to me there was one way I could get him that would hurt him bad. It was pure evil and I hated myself for even considering it but there was no other way. I had to go with it.With
Quinn's POVI slammed my room door hard as I got in. My whole body shook from the anger I was feeling.I paced while I tried to convince myself he wasn't worth getting mad. The more I tried the angrier I got.Who the fuck does he think he is?!Pain crept up my arm paralyzing me for a moment. In my anger, I had shoved his chair on the floor completely forgetting my hand was in a bad state."Fuck." I winced through the pain.It was nothing compared to my anger. To the thick lump at the back of my throat. It was nothing compared to my rage!I had to get back at him. He had to pay. I had to make him suffer. But how?I relaxed a little and settled down to think of the ways I could get back at him. Everything I could think about was just too minor for what he deserved.My mind worked overtime until it became clear to me there was one way I could get him that would hurt him bad. It was pure evil and I hated myself for even considering it but there was no other way. I had to go with it.With
Quinn's POV"You know the party is happening right now. Outside your room!" Haley said, reminding me once again. "You know that right?"Of course I knew it. I could hear the music. If we had neighbors they would be trying to get the cops to shut the whole thing down.The reason we were still inside was my nerves. I was nervous as fuck.I changed into the velour garment half an hour ago. There was nothing underneath. My tits were mostly exposed. I noticed my reflection was hot enough to be caught in the same room with Nicki Minaj. So why the fuck was I nervous?I stood in front of the mirror shaking in my own skin. I wanted this so what the fuck was I getting nervous for?Samantha had texted me like 10 minutes ago to let me know she was around. If my calculations were correct then Anthony must have run into Nancy; and Jared, her boyfriend.Let's wrap this up… I took a deep breath and told Haley I was ready."Finally!" She jerked off the bed.We walked out of the room and I blew a whis
Quinn’s POVMy body ached.It ached for more. More of his sweet cock. I mean who fucked that good? I’d done most of the work but it had felt incredibly good having him inside me.Now as I laid beside him on the kitchen floor, my body craved for more.“Are you still alive?” I asked.He hadn’t said a word since we stopped. He just lay by my side very still.“I’m trying to be.”I grinned. He was going to have to try harder because I wasn’t done yet.I had his dick in my hand. A pulse throbbed. His dick hardened into granite. My eyes flashed matching the desire in his eyes. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Anthony watched me with barely concealed hunger.He’s hungry for my body, I thought biting my lips.He got up keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. He picked me up easily and dropped me on the countertop. It felt cold under my ass so I groaned softly.Anthony pointed the tip of his dick at my pussy. It was what I wanted. Push it in!My eyes begged him to do it but he didn’
Quinn’s POVThe view of the park was magnificent but I regretted coming. My regret was wholly due to the couples having a romantic moment not that far from the bench I sat on.I tried to focus on the view but my eyes kept going back to their direction. They looked so good together. I felt a painful tug deep. It was a feeling I’d buried for so long.They look so sweet together. I wish I had that.But I didn’t. I didn’t have that. I’d made a choice to be alone and I had to pay the price.This was definitely not how I envisioned my college life. But here I was waiting on a dream.I sighed and got up. It was starting to get cold. I needed to get back to my room. The scarf and cardigan wasn’t keeping me warm anymore or was I just creating an excuse to leave. I couldn’t tell but I left anyway.The girls weren’t back from class yet. Artie had tried to convince me to go out on dates but I told her I was fine this way. I wasn’t.I needed the comfort only a dick could give.It was stupid waitin
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