JAMIE WILLIS"I almost feel bad for Brad," I said as we walked together.Her body felt soft against mine reminding me how long it had been since I'd been this close to a woman.Too long."No, you don't." She smirked.She was right. I didn't feel bad for Brad because his loss had given me the opportunity of a lifetime. Assuming I got lucky."Let's pretend like you're right." I scoffed. "What happened by the way? If you don't mind me asking."She shook her head. Her short blonde hair moved effortlessly. "I don't mind. He was a bore. If I had to sit through five more minutes of that then I would have stabbed a fork through my forehead."We both laughed. She had an easy manner that made our conversation natural. It was almost as if we had known each other for a long time."Thanks for rescuing me by the way." She said with a cool smile."Anytime," I replied with a confident nod. "It's what I do.""Whoa! In that case, I should get your number then because I get myself into these awkward spo
JEAN HARRISONI didn’t know how to react. He left me there in the hall with the voices in my head screaming. My whole body tensed as I tried to understand what had just happened.Did he just walk away from me? The cocky bastard.It was as if something had shattered in my core. All I could think about was the bitter taste it left in my mouth and how much I wanted to get back at him for making me feel this way. It took a lot of effort but I finally got up from the table and left the hall.Rejection wasn’t an easy thing to deal with especially since it was the first time I’d gotten rejected. My bones echoed to the depths of my being. It was as if my soul had been yanked away from my body and thrown into the pit of despair.Everything from that point on just seemed to infuriate me more and more so I decided to go to the one place where I could be all alone. The roof.The silence there was bliss to me. I wanted to scream away most of the anger I was feeling but I knew some nosey too-gooder
JAMIE WILLISIt was normal human behavior to feel a sense of joy and relief when a person gets a break from work yet here I was feeling the opposite. I hated the idea of spending another godforsaken day cooked up in my apartment.The worst part was that I could hear them. Jayne and her girlfriend ― I could hear every little sound they were making through the walls. It was like they were taunting me on purpose ― Holding it over my head that I had lost the chance to hit it.Their giggles at night and lovey-dovey noises drove me to the brink of madness. I wondered what they were laughing about. It had to be me. I couldn’t think of anything else that would amuse them.As if that wasn’t enough, the next morning crowned it off when I got up to a knock on my door. It was too late to turn back when I answered and saw them there, smiling, in each other’s arms.“Honey, this is the guy I was telling you about,” Jayne said grinning like an idiot.So they were talking about me huh…I tried to act
MICHELLE PEYTONI knew Lonnie was a spineless soggy whimpy man-child but I never imagined he would be incapable of fucking.It had been going great until the very last minute when his dick went completely limp never to rise again. The bastard literally died on us. Every effort to bring it back to life proved futile.He had slept on the couch leaving me to have the bed which didn't matter because I couldn't sleep. I even considered murdering him as he slept. It was a miracle I didn't. The next morning I left just as the sun came out.I'd never felt so infuriated in my entire life. Different thoughts found their slimy way into my mind. The worse kind of thoughts. The "what if's".What if seeing my naked body put him off? What if I was just so unattractive that he couldn't get hard? What if it was all my fault? What if my attempts to make him hard were all sloppy?By the time I got to my room, I'd worked myself into a state. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened and the onl
JEAN HARRISONFor someone as smart as Michelle Peyton to come up with a stupid suggestion just proves what I'd always suspected. Smart people weren't great thinkers.Her idea was heavily flawed and I had told her to take it and shove it up her ass where it mattered.I entered my room slamming the door in her face. It was very satisfying. More than I cared to admit.My roomies were out again probably fucking men. I envied them. I didn't have many guys I could turn to for casual sex anymore. I had been forced to cut off most of them when their excessive attention started becoming creepy. Only Jeff had managed to keep from stepping out of line.Exhaustion swept my body. Every joint ached mostly the ones below my hips.Stripping, I wobble into the shower and allow the water to run through my body I cup both breasts with soapy hands and lather them until they are covered by a thick layer of bubbles. I've almost forgotten how soft these bad boys feel… The water cooled me which was just wh
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
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