George's POV.As I sped towards the party location in my car, I muttered the name "Demonic frog" and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. What had I done to deserve such a crazy silly nickname from her?Sure, maybe I had been a bit harsh with her in the past, especially during those first few weeks when we first met. But to be labeled as a "demonic frog"? It felt like a slap in the face.I clenched my jaw in frustration, my head already planning on how to spank her hard when I got her in a tight position. I'm gonna punish her for giving me such a terrible nickname. How dare she use such a name for me, I'm not that bad or am i? What happened to the respectful titles like "Professor George" or even "Sir"? Or, dare I hope, "Baby"? Calling me baby would not be bad, I would love it more if she calls me daddy or maybe just "Sir."But no, instead, she chose to liken me to some sort of mythical creature. It was really annoying, to say the least. I knew I had my flaws, but demonic frog was a w
George's POVAs if heaven was on my side, I heard someone say, “Two more bottles please!”That was her, that was definitely Wendy. It was her voice. She was even insisting on taking two more bottles in her drunk state. How dare she play such a funny game? Who says being drunk as a lady in a silly party was safe? How the hell did she end up in such a state anyway?! She has a scholarship exam coming up and she's here… getting drunk! Just great!! I marched towards where she was and took the bottle from her hand forcefully.“Hey! That's mine!” She screamed in anger. My eyes darkened at her words before dropping the bottle on the table.“No more,” I ordered, but she scoffed before yelling at the top of her lungs,“Who…,” she hiccuped, “Who are you… to,” again she hiccuped. I didn't bother to wait for her to complete her statement before cutting her off.“You're coming with me.” I didn't want to cause a scene there or make anyone notice anything else. They would start taking a video again.
Wendy's POV.My eyes flew open, and I immediately shut them again, the pounding in my head making me want to retreat back into the darkness. "Good Lord... What the fuck is wrong with me?" I cursed under my breath, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me.Carefully, I shifted, and my hand brushed against something solid. My heart leaped into my throat as I forced my eyes open despite the pain I was feeling, dreading what I might find. There, lying next to me, was a broad back half covered by a blanket. My hand flew to my mouth when I saw the view beside me... May didn't have such finely toned back, May would never sleep on my bed, and May doesn't have ink!Good Lord!What the fuck happened?Panic surged through me, and I struggled to make sense of my surroundings through the haze of my headache.Oh, dear God...I pressed my hand to my mouth in shock as the pieces slowly fell into place. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed. And the man lying beside me was
Wendy's POV."Thank you so much for the ummmm... Thank you for the breakfast and for allowing me to use your shower. Also, thank you for making my headache go away," I mumbled with a nervous smile as I stepped into his room, clothed in his extraordinarily large polo. I smelled like him; everything about me was him.I was feeling so good, and yet I wanted to feel more. The way he looked at me sent me this subtle message that got my body craving."Um, you're welcome, I think," he said and went back to using his laptop.His house was pretty big, and there were many rooms too. I just couldn't help but wonder why he would bring me to his room when there were other rooms in the house."So, when are you leaving?" He asked without looking up at me, and I felt kinda bad. I wanted him to compliment me on his clothes, but the man was too busy to even give me a second glance.Don't I look good in his clothes?"Um, I called May, and she gave me a designated spot. We'll be meeting there around twel
Wendy's POV.He used his hand to fondle my left boob roughly, and each rough fondle always gave way to a low gasp.He stood up and pulled me closer to himself, his hot breath fanning my face, and it sent this delicious yet apprehensive shiver down my spine, and surprisingly, I loved it."You crazy girl... Why don't you just listen to me and take a rest?" He asked me as his other hand caught my boob, and I thought I would explode from the pleasure his rough touches brought. Loving such rough touches when I should be enjoying some soft fondled, I wonder how I turned this way. "How can I go to sleep when my hot professor and I are in a room together? Think it straight, sir. Don't you think that would be silly of me?" I asked and wound my hand around his neck."You'll regret this. I'm trying so hard to control myself, you know?"He stopped fondling my boobs and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me up so my boobs would be pressed against his chest."Well, I don't know about regret
Wendy's POV.As he took me towards his bed, I began to shake badly, and I was sure he must have felt the tremors running through my body. I didn't know why my body was shaking all of a sudden. Was it because of the excitement bubbling through my body, or maybe it was the fear of the pain I would experience during my first sex?Gosh. Maybe I should have told him that it was my first time. I knew I should have, but this stubborn part of me didn't wish to. What if he decided not to have sex with me after he found out that I was a virgin?Better to keep quiet and watch the show unfold than to say anything that would ruin everything. I might lose my sanity if I didn't satisfy that insane craving aching in every part of me.Instead of allowing my fear to cloud every part of me, I chose to curl my arms around his neck, pressing my face against his shoulder as he carried me.It was not too late to stop this now, that good voice whispered in my head. I could tell him that I can't have sex with
George's POV. My throbbing dick slid into her and she was tighter than I had expected, way fucking too tight, and as she suddenly tensed, I hesitated, confused by the sudden flare of panic in her eyes. I frowned and draw my erection back a little to have a rethink about this whole shit but already her muscles were stretching to accommodate me, drawing me into a velvet embrace in such a way that I could think of nothing but thrusting into her tight cunt again, this time around, deeper that I filled her with my swollen shaft, enjoying the way her pussy clenched me so tightly that it was almost painful."Wendy..." I called, looking at her with a surprised suspicious look, she released a shaky breath and looked at me with a weak smile, her chest heaving hard. My brain already knew what was amiss but the lust in me consumed me to such an extent that I could not think straight, all I wanted was to move in her. I drew back a little and then eased forward once more until our bodies were loc
Wendy's POV. "Are you alright, professor?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over his heavy breaths. His weight pressed down on me, but strangely, I didn't feel burdened. It was like holding onto a part of him, a connection I couldn't quite comprehend.I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his warmth against my skin. There was a strange excitement bubbling within me, an unfamiliar sensation that made my heart flutter. But then, he slumped more against me, his body going limp, and I couldn't help but worry.His dick was still in me, though not hard but I could still feel it in me and the thought of him fucking me again was thrilling but I was really sore down there so, I don't think it was much of a good idea. "Wendy..." His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make me shiver. "Yes, professor?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."You... You were so... I mean..." He stuttered as he propelled himself up to face me, his blue staring
Wendy's POV. (Few days later.)"Thank goodness that good for nothing asshole got expelled, he deserves it." Aliyah said as we headed out of the class and Anna laughed. The news of Aaron suddenly getting expelled had baffled many and no one knows what he did or why he got expelled but I knew who was behind it. Professor George, I can't believe he'll do so much for me, I'm kinda regretting jilting him at the altar and I feel so much for him now... Maybe love. "I don't know what he did but he definitely deserves it, such a punk." Anna said and we all laughed. I want to see the professor but that would be hard with my friends around. They'll follow me anywhere I go but I have to look for a way. "Wendy, you don't look happy, ain't you happy he got expelled?" Ann asked and I smiled. How do I tell them that I'm the happiest?"Of course, I'm happy," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "Just relieved it's all over."As we walked, my mind raced with thoughts of George. The way he had
Wendy's POV. My heart was beating fast and furious as I stared at the school building, I looked at the text message in my phone and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Could he be so cruel, would he do something like that? Aaron has nothing to loose, he would do what he had threatened and I think my life was literally over. Once that picture surfaced in school, I'm a goner... The picture might spread through the internet and my family would definitely see it, the new life I had been trying to protect would be destroyed if Aaron went ahead with his plan. I don't know what made him think that I would want him back after everything he had done to me. I don't even know who informed him of my newest location! I walked through the corridor slowly, the school was empty except for early comers like me... I wouldn't have come early today had Aaron not send me a message, telling me that he had uploaded the images in the school site. I'm ruined. "Hey Wendy." A guy greeted and I just nodd
George's POVWendy has finally turned me into the monster I didn't want to be. It's been a week yet, I cannot get my mind off the fact that her body is the medicine I needed to cure every sickness I was facing. Every time I see her, every time I watch her walk, and talk with her friends, it only makes me more confused as to why I hadn't made her mine just yet. Deep down, I know the reason but I was beyond reasoning when it comes to that girl. She was a distraction I don't mind getting distracted by but how do I go about it? What do I do with her? I don't know what to do with my feelings for her. Should I go for it or should I let her go? The mission I had come to the school for was the most pressing thing on my mind right now. It just has to be. With all these thoughts in my head, my shoes clicked against the tiled floor as I continued to make my way to the school's control room. This was one of the chances I could get as everyone was still home and it was still too early for anybo
Wendy's POV. I stepped out of the taxi, feeling a mix of happiness and nervousness. Last night was incredible... Super hot and spicy...but now I was sore and my legs felt like jelly. Still, it had definitely been worth it.A knot of worry twisted in my stomach. He hadn't used protection again. He seemed to dislike it more and more, preferring the raw feel of us. I enjoyed it too but it made me anxious. I took precautions, but nothing was ever 100% effective.I walked slowly toward school, my mind reeling with thoughts. I'd spent the night at his place since Aunt Linda was away on a business trip and May hadn't stayed home. She never did unless Aunt Linda was around.Checking the time, I saw there was still over an hour before my next class. I decided to head to my usual quiet spot. It was a place few students visited, and the natural scent there always calmed me.My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen to see a message from Aliyah: *"You okay? Where are you?"* I quickly replied
George's POV. "I've missed you, so much babe..." Wendy mumbled as we walked into the bedroom.She had just come in and I am holding myself… trying not to jump on her immediately she came into my house. I smiled and drew her closer to me, my heart beating fast and furious but I tried to keep my cool. The urge to just carry her, strip her and fuck her was driving me insane but I kept my hunger for her in... Just a little more time and I would have her, I've been patient for almost two weeks, I can remain patient. "You have no idea how much I've missed you too princess and not been able to talk to you whenever I want was just another form of torture, I think you should consider moving in with me, I don't mind." I suggested and she just chuckled before dropping on the bed. "You know I can't move in with you, that's really dangerous." "Um, how about I rent an apartment for you huh? I can see you whenever I want, how does that sound?" I asked despite knowing the answer."Thank you but
Wendy's POV. Few weeks later. "May! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demanded, grabbing her wrist as we left the classroom. The anger and frustration boiled over, my need for answers consuming me whole because I've been too patient for long. She yanked her hand away from my hold, glaring at me with eyes full of resentment. "Stop being childish, Wendy! I told you, I need space from you. Is that too much to ask for?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air. I sighed heavily, glancing around at the small crowd that had gathered to watch our confrontation. My head spun with the weight of their stares and the pressure of the situation. May had become so unbearable over the past few weeks, and this seemed like my only chance to get through to her. She avoids me at home and acts like I don't even exist whenever she sees me. "Please, May, what's wrong?" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "I need to know what I did so I can make amends. You're like a sister to me. Tell
Wendy's POV. "You... Uncluttered swine. How dare you!" I huffed, looking at the man in front of me with nothing but disdain, he dares to say shit in front of me?!"What the fuck has gotten into you any way?!" I snapped, my voice laced with frustration and disgust. How could he have the audacity to pull a stunt like this?"What the hell is wrong with you Mr. Aaron?" I heard a deep masculine voice seethed and I turned to see Stan heading towards us; Tess, Anna and Aliyah were right behind him. I swallowed, thinking of a way to avoid the trouble that was clouding, "Are you alright Wendy?" Stan asked with a concerned look and I just forced a smile, thinking of different ways to stop the disaster waiting to happen."And who are you?" Aaron's voice penetrated into the air and I turned around to look at him with some kind of pure disdain."Look who's talking.... You know I saw you putting those cheap petals there, I never knew it was for Wendy, had I known, I would have had you arrested fo
Wendy's POV. As the taxi rolled closer to the school, a surge of frustration twisted in my gut, the bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Why does it have to be like this?" I muttered to myself, feeling the weight of every bitter memory pressing down on me.The taxi driver sometimes peeped at me through the rear mirror and I understand, he might probably be worried that he had picked up a psycho because of the way I had been muttering in his taxi. "My life is like a bad soap opera," I grumbled, clenching my fists as I stared out the window. "I'm just tired of it all, you know?" My life is the worst!Right now, I hate it, I mean I hate my life!A life where I have to see Aaron everyday and be reminded of how I had destroyed my life because of some love.I never thought I would not be looking forward to going to school, attending lectures... Everything at school annoys me now. All I wanted to do was stop going to school. I wanted to stay at home and have some peace of mind.
Wendy's POV. As the class ended, I bolted out of the room like a bat out of hell, my mind spinning in different possibilities of how things can go awfully wrong."What the hell?!" I muttered, barely able to comprehend the situation. "How? What was he doing here and... Good Lord!" I pleaded internally, feeling utterly overwhelmed. "Please help me, I beg you. I can't handle this shit right now. How the fuck do I cope with this?""Wendy!" A voice called out, but I refused to acknowledge it. All I wanted was to find a quiet corner to think about the latest messy development in my life. I need to think and I have to think of solutions too. He had the audacity to show his face after what he'd done. The nerve of him to spew garbage at me. He should have had the decency to stay far away from me, to hide in shame. But no, he dared to confront me! I don't get it, what was he doing here anyway?! Fuck him and everything he stands for."Wendy!" The voice persisted, joined by others, but I didn'