Noah's POV Barbara was pleased to hear about my progress. She was sure I was going to pull it off sooner than expected.I spent an hour learning about the act of subtle seduction. She taught me about the importance of masking my intentions until it was too late to turn back. She told me seduction was like a dance. Timing and precision were the keys to getting it right. One wrong move and you step on her toes; dance over.Barbara taught me how to control my urges and channel them into making my target go crazy. She said it was important because if I could get it right then I would be able to make any woman want me.I enjoyed her lessons just as much as I enjoyed being around her. Who wouldn't want to be around a woman with tits big enough to suffocate a grown man? Sometimes I would think about how it had felt to squeeze her tit. I wanted both of em and she knew it.Just as our lesson was coming to an end for the day I waited for the slightest hint. A green light. Anything. But there
Noah's POV I knew she was going to come to me. I could tell by the way she sounded on the intercom.I'd taken my shirt off when I entered the room. Now I waited by the doorway for Eve. She opened the door and walked into my arms shocked. She hadn't seen me there.Her body resonated with enough heat to put the sun out of business. She was on fire!My mouth went to her earlobes. Barbara had told me about how that seemed to be the most sensitive spot in most women. She had called it the first key to the pussy.My lips placed gentle kisses along her neck and she moaned out holding onto my arm. I felt like she did that for support. Her body trembled slightly.I wanted to know what her ass felt like so I grabbed it. I ruffled her skirt riding it up so I could feel her ass through her panties.Damn! It felt soft and jiggy. She seemed to like it. I was about to spank her ass but I thought better about it. Not yet.I lifted her and dropped her on the cold floor. Our bodies shivered. Hers from
Eve's POV I lay on my bed thinking about Noah just as I had done the previous night. He had given me what I needed and more.I tried to blur out the voice that wanted to warn me about the moral implication of what I was doing. Besides, it felt too good to be bad.Noah clouded my thoughts and my dreams. I stayed up late thinking about how he had made me feel. About the release. The sweet release! My body vibrated just thinking about it.I couldn't wait for morning to come sooner. Morning came and for the first time, I was looking forward to going to the office. I noticed the changes. Before I was uptight and wound up but now I was more restive. It was the peace I needed.I got to the office and ignored Wendy's suspicious glare. She had tried to play Sherlock Holmes the previous day hinting at Noah Grant's continuous fight episodes as a ploy to steal something valuable from my office. I had told her it was a crazy idea and when she won't let it go, I had told her to drop it and do her
Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock. Anthony's POV I tried to focus on the thought that just evaded my mind. It seemed like I hadn't forgotten anything but I knew that didn't rule out the possibility. I forgot things easily.The clock on my dresser showed me that I had just a few minutes left for my flight.The redhead's mouth around my dick kept me from making any movements except for the frequent stiffening of my joints and the grunting.We had met that morning in the cafe just across the street and she had been okay with coming back with me even though I'd let
Quinn’s POVGeorge’s son was not what I thought he would be. He was tall and handsome in a dark way. He was one of those kinds of guys you’d see and know he was nothing but trouble; trouble you couldn’t resist. I think Taylor Swift sang a song about him specifically. He took one look at me, scoffed, and turned away dismissing me completely. I couldn’t help but feel weird about it. I wasn’t used to being dismissed. At all.“You must be Anthony.” My mom said with a warm charming smile.She looked almost human but she wasn’t fooling me and something about the way he cloned her smile made it obvious she wasn’t fooling him either.My mom had a file on every boy in my school. She would place a bug in their rooms if it was legal. One time she caught me and Jackson making out and pulled a gun on him. Poor kid. He never spoke to me again. She has been making my life unbearable ever since I came into the world not knowing what I was walking into and now she had gotten a hound dog to do her bi
Quinn's POV Who does he think he is?! I was working myself into a fit. My chest heaved rapidly as I tried to relax.It was too early to judge but I knew I would hate him. I had to.There should be no friendship between a prisoner and the jailer. It was as simple as that.I thought about ways to make his life hell through the week. I remembered how I had made Mrs. Harlow's life hell. She had thought she could boss me around and be a competent hound dog for my mom but she had underestimated me.Mrs. Harlow had lasted a week. She had packed her bags and left a letter before the sun came out.I predicted Anthony would last two days and giving him 48 hours was my way of being nice.Haley's texts made my phone ring persistently. She wanted to know about my stepbrother. She would have to wait till morning. I turned off the phone and tossed it away.I stripped down to my panties, taking a minute to examine my tits once again. They looked different. Haley had been capping when she said they l
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
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