COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 2
Tiana's POV
Since the dawn of time, men have always made machines to compensate for their natural laziness. I think by 2030, there would be a machine that helps bring out shit from your ass so you won't have to go through the labor of pushing the tough ones out.
Despite my opinion, I needed to get a machine for myself.
Constantly flicking my bean would make my fingers crooked. I could see the signs. The pinky was starting to creak whenever I wiggled it back and forth. I also noticed a slight curve to it I could swear wasn't part of the default package.
I need a dildo...
The weekend came fast and I spent a good part of my Saturday morning going through an online platform where I overheard most of the girls get the stuff.
I felt naughty. It was a thrilling sensation. I imagined it was the same way a pickpocket felt when he was offered the chance to work a bank robbery.
The excess adrenaline pumping through me made my heart pound like the engine of a fancy sports car. I loved the feeling. The thrill. The excitement!
My mom would die of a stroke if she was given a front-row seat to watch my browser.
There were so many different shapes and sizes. Some looked like they'd poke large holes in my ovary. It reminded me of a video I saw with a guy whose load was tagged, 'Horse Dick'.
I was good with cash. Finally, I found just the perfect match. It was a beautifully designed little thing. The color wasn't too flashy being a light shade of black.
Just when I was about to finalize the payment, a window popped up demanding my address. I should have expected it but I didn't so naturally I was shocked.
My address... I thought about my mom getting the package. A box wrapped in brown paper. She would accept it from the delivery man and sign for it seeing the buyer's name as HottiAnna. She wouldn't think too much of it until she shut the door and settled in to open the package. And when she did...
Hell no! No, no, no...
I closed the browser. There had to be another way. There must.
The only other way was to get what I needed from the shop across the street.
My mom had freaked out when it opened. A sex shop in a family-friendly environment. Preposterous! She had raised all hell trying to get it to shut down but it had been futile. Guess the family-friendly neighbors were freaks after all.
I convinced myself walking into the shop and getting what I needed would be a cake walk but taking the decisive step was the hard part.
What if I ran into my mom inside the shop? She could be a customer. My mom and dad had the perfect cover to fit the profile. I could see them having a secret sex room in the second basement door they always kept locked.
Enough of that, I thought focusing back on my little predicament. The way I saw it, I could either put on my manly pants and get what I needed from the store or I could continue masturbating with my fingers until they take on fucked up appearances.
Arrrrrrrggh! This was frustrating. My Saturday was turning out frustrating...At least I hadn't thought about Coach Carlton the whole time.
And just like that he cut off every thought taking hold of the control room that is my mind. Attempts to shut him out only made it worse.
Fuck!
I knew what was about to happen as the initial signs revealed themselves to me like a gentle seduction.
My body burned as I removed his mouth. The curve of his lips and the soft lusciousness. The tinge in my nipples, I had to touch them. Touch them!
"No," I growled jumping off the bed.
That decided it for me. I was going to get to the fucking store across the street. I was legally sixteen but the girl I saw in the mirror could easily pass for nineteen; if I covered up the innocence in my baby brown eyes then I could fool anyone; even POTUS himself.
I let my curly brown hair loose and smeared a little lipstick (or as I called it 'lip lubey') on my thick lips. Applied a touch of powder and I was good to go. My large tits and ass would handle the rest in the sensual blue gown.
I got as far as my room door before turning around.
Fuck... I look stupid, I thought standing in front of the mirror.
"Get your shit together, man." I sighed to myself.
It has been said that talking to oneself can be seen as a sign of insanity but fear was making me prerrt
I took off the makeup and lipstick. The gown too. A navy green hooded sweatshirt felt more natural.
The street was mostly empty during the weekends. I kept the hoodie on just in case as I scanned every face that fell into my radar. It was good that I hadn't seen any familiar face yet but I knew even that was a bad sign.
When you do something like this and it goes easy up until the end, then the hard part comes at the end. It was just the pattern life used to mess with sorry fuckers like me.
Twice I walked past the front door of the shop making sure the perimeter was secure. I had to be sure there was no noisy neighbor or maybe an old woman who nobody knows or gives a fuck about but somehow knows everyone because she goes to church every Sunday.
My breath came out in short bursts and my chest heaved as I struggled to stay calm. Calm. That word suddenly felt like something I just heard about.
I palmed the pocket of my hoodie feeling the thick wad of cash I'd taken along. It was just the confidence booster I needed. Something about having money just gave an overwhelming sense of success.
Let's do this!
During my third go, I detoured into the shop faster than it takes the human eye to blink. A gust of cold breeze chilled me immediately. It was cool inside.
The white lights overhead gave a peaceful, relaxing, and even serene feel.
My lips paused in a wow as I noticed just how big the store was. There were so many different aisles with things I'd never seen before in my life.
With my mouth wide open, I started the walk down the aisle. The aisle contained items of bondage. Handcuffs with timers, chains, colored ropes, blindfolds, blindfolds with cut-outs, something that looked like a torture mechanism.
My eyes glowed with awe and the exact fascination of a child walking through a carnival for the first time. The only reason I didn't gape like a stupid fool was because I made a conscious effort to keep my mouth closed no matter what I saw. That worked until I turned the corner and walked into the dildo section.
"Whoa." I sucked in air.
A furry ferret-looking clerk eyed me from behind the counter with interest but I dismissed her focusing on the mechanical dicks packed in boxes stacked on shelves around me.
I saw so much it made me dizzy with indecision.
"I know that look." A voice came directly from behind making me jump in shock.
The ferret clerk was in my face, her bony chest and spiked nipple stabbing me. Her eyes glowed as she grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me towards the counter. She was surprisingly strong for such a small woman. She looked like the type that owned too many cats and named them with names that had just three letters.
I let her drag me to tbe counter where she hurried behind and vanished into a white door.
I could feel eyes on me from a woman standing just beside me. Two boxes were in front of her as she studied me.
A voice whispered to me... Don't look. Don't you dare look at her.
It was the urgency of the voice and an innate curiosity that made me turn around to meet the familiar brown eyes.
Mrs. McKenzie!!!
"I thought that was you." She grinned at me to my bewilderment. "Caroline's girl. Trish?"
"Tiana." I corrected her; a fucking stupid mistake on my part.
She smiled at me. The softness of her smile was supposed to make me relax but it was having the opposite effect.
The clerk returned with a small box. The object drawn on it was smooth and plush in its design. Ohmibod.
"I'd recommend this." Mrs. McKenzie said coming close to where I stood. She grabbed the box and gasped. "I remember my first time with this bad boy."
I tried to imagine Mrs. McKenzie who had been president of the women book club and a staunch supporter of the move to start a neighborhood watch using a sex toy on herself. There was something wrong with the images that popped inside my head.
In an attempt to get as far away as possible from them and the awkwardness I was feeling, I accepted the box and paid for it without waiting for the change.
Mrs. McKenzie even waved at me on my way out and I could have swore to seeing her give a wink and a thumbs up just before the doors closed behind me.
Back in my room with the lights off, I stripped completely. I was already damp in anticipation to testing my new gadget.
With a deep breath, I slid the ohmibod in and....
"Holy fuck!"
COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 3 Tiana's POV You know that feeling when you just discovered how good it feels touching your pussy for the first time. The bliss. The fucking bliss. There's nothing quite like the first time. Then you want to do it over and over and over again till it's all you want at that fucking moment until the magic ends.Well, trying a sex toy for the first time comes second. The sensation runs through every fucking nerve in your body shooting up fireworks in your brain. It's impossible to explain but that's how I felt at that moment. At that moment of contact, everything melted away. Everything stopped. Everything ceased to exist. It was just the sense-numbing feeling right before I jumped off the cliff.Life suddenly had colors. It was as if I could see everything clearly and appreciate life all at once.My OhMiBod...The first week of getting it, I had used it more than fifty times and counting. By the second week, I was taking it along with me to school. It was with
COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 4 Tiana's POV Gossip...Throughout history, gossip has had a long arm stretching across every major dynasty and civilization finding its way into our modern-day world. We can all agree everyone in history participated in one way or the other in this activity; everyone except Jesus Christ but then even he got struck by the sharp blades of this cruel specter.There are so many hubs where gossip lurks whispering orders to its foot soldiers. The mall. Spa. The salon. In book club meetings. After book club meetings. Most places you'd expect women to gather but none so formidable as Highschool. High school, my friends, take the crown home every time.Nothing spreads faster than gossip. In a race, fire would be fucked.The next morning, I walked into school oblivious to the details of the latest gossip and how it involved me. I was too busy fantasizing about Coach Calton to notice the malicious stares and whispers.Someone had even gone through the pain of artistica
COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 5 Tiana's POV Tiana?Yeah...Okay. Saved.It had been two days since then and I hadn't gotten a text from him. We hadn't run into each other and now that I think about it, I admit to unconsciously avoiding him.Wayne had taken a huge hit after what happened in the gym. Most of the girls didn't want to be seen around him and even though he was still popular, he had gone down on the list.The weekend was coming and my Uncles were planning a family adventure thingy. They did that from time to time. It's a rich people thing.I didn't look or act it but my family was rich. Stupid rich. We're what you'd call old-money rich. My dad, Thomas Rogers was one of the sons of the oil tycoon Garrett Rogers or as I loved to call him, Grumps. He was grumpy to the whole world but somehow I only saw his sweet side.Uncle Keith and Marshall called to inform us about the plan. Mom was skeptical at first but she had to give the thumbs up.On Friday, with my bag packed, I kissed my
COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 6 Tiana's POV "Don't just stand there. Join us."Was he talking to me? It felt more like my imagination was playing tricks on me.He was talking to me. I knew he was talking to me because of the look in his eyes but my body betrayed me. Shock stiffened my bones.Calvin Myers. My celebrity crush Calvin Myers was inviting me to join him in a sex play. Holy shit!"You're missing all the fun darling." The girl said. I could tell from the way she sounded that she was comfortable having me in the room watching as a man grabbed her breasts.I took a breath and then willed myself to close the distance. They both watched me with interest.Sitting on the side of the bed, I shivered as the woman moved over to yank my shirt off. She unclasped my bra and blew a whistle when my breasts came into view. The look of lust in her eyes had an intimidating intensity."Take a look at those bad boys." She hooted.I felt a little self-conscious knowing she had a more perfectly symmet
COACH AND CHEERLEADER -7TIANA'S POVThe weekend was over. Calvin and Darcy had been considerate enough to take my apology and let the whole thing go.I'd kissed a model, sucked a renowned actor's dick all in one night, and I couldn't tell anyone about it. They made sure of it when I signed the document.The cheer team was having constant practices for a big game coming up. My stress level had gone from high to ducking insane and I knew I needed release before I cracked.Jessica was being a Queen bitch passing orders around and expecting us the girls to do all the working like a bunch of ants. Coach Calton hadn't texted me since the last time. It took constant control on my side to stop myself from hitting him up. Just say hi, see how he's doing. It's harmless, I tried to convince myself but I knew I was just being desperate. Letting my desperation show was game over. I couldn't let that happen.In my quest for finding release, I tried a couple of things. Food. Skydiving. Yoga. Mass
COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 8Tiana's POV Conquest.The need to conquer is part of the human nature. We mask it with nice polished rose-scented words explaining away what it really is. It's a hunger. A hunger to rise above those in the same level and topple those on top. It's a power-hungry dance and we all have to move to the music or get knocked over; accidentally or not.I was going topple the queen bitch, Jessica Newman. That was how I was going to get my much needed release. I had to be critical about my plans because even the slightest slip would bring everything coming down on my head.Jessica had been out for me from the first day I joined the club and it wasn't until the day I showed up late to practice that it became crystal clear. Her contempt had been sharp and lethal. Her downfall would be swift; effective. I spent the good part of the day thinking about what I was going to do. A direct attack would backfire on me. I had to do this like a pro.The first place I was going t
COACH AND CHEERLEADER - 9TIANA'S POV What? What?What the fuck?The words kept repeating in my head as Jessica's kiss went deeper. Her mouth was cool against mine. It was almost as if she had ice in her mouth. I pulled deeper into the cool pull of her mouth.Our tongues touched and moved against each other; a soft sensual dance. I knew I was wet. Every fiber of my being warned me to pull away while I still had the chance but I knew it was already a losing game.I hated how good she felt but I loved the feeling at the same time. It was how I imagined drugs would be, you don't want it but you just have to get it.A silent moan escaped from my mouth just as she moved to grab my tits. She took a squeeze, pulled away, and put her hands underneath the T-shirt to get a better feel. It was just what I wanted."Oh fuck." I gasped through almost clenched teeth.Her tongue was still violating my mouth which made it impossible to keep the word from coming out.I tried to take a moment to think
COACH AND CHEERLEADER - 10TIANA'S POV I had gone to war with my rival with one final resolve; to bring an end to her reign. I was going to destroy her through any means necessary but it was never my intention to kill her.It was a battle I admit and most battles led to bloodshed but this particular battle had to be an exception. It had to be clean but that had been a distant dream when I found Jessica motionless on my bed.The steady beep of the machine gave me hope she was still breathing and that I wasn't going to be charged with murder after all.I hated hospitals but it beats waiting in some jail cell. Once more I thanked my stars she was alive.My father had panicked too much to be concerned with how Jessica had gotten naked or why she was motionless on my bed. He hadn't even paid attention to the towels spread out or the cloth dropped at the edge of my bed. I'd gotten rid of the vibrator and dressed before screaming for help.The worse was over the next morning when Jessica re
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