by Sarwah Creed
“Oh Vicki, you sweet, tempting little minx,” I groaned just as I pressed her lips against mine, and within seconds, I started to explore her mouth. Teasing and darting my tongue in and out while my hands were looking to take control, and my cock was dying to enter her sweet pussy.
Her body was flinching, and her breath caught as my finger started to stroke her in just the right spot. That spot that made her mewl out sounds that made my cock throb. Then with my other hand, I started to stroke her sex softly. Just enough for her to start to pay attention, to want more. Her breathing came faster the more I stroked her, and I knew her body well enough to know that I’d pushed her to the edge.
I started to savor every fucking sound that she made as I felt her body stiffen. She was coming so fucking close to the edge. Her wetness allowed my finger to slide against her, and as much as my cock was dying to enter, I wanted to hold back. I loved the sound of her coming. Her muscles trembled, and I could feel the heat that her body was exuding, and it sent me to the seventh heaven. It made me want to fucking come too.
She was no longer whispering or breathing quickly, instead, long moans were leaving her mouth as she loosened up completely in my arms. I knew that she’d come. I rested her against the wall, feeling her body still shaking from her climax. I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew that her eyes were closed. I yanked at the piece of string that she called a thong. I paused for a second, thinking that our lust was out of control as I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.
I grunted as I pulled her closer toward me; now her skirt wasn’t in the way, and my cock was safely heading into her pussy. Her body welcomed me as it had done so many times. It was as if she never stopped growing wet, just so that I could bury most of my cock inside her with one single stroke.
I seized her hips and pushed myself in further still. I was pressed against her, and I started slow. I didn’t want to come right away. I wanted to relish in the pleasures of the janitor’s closet right now. Shit, it was so fucking hot. Our bodies started to fall into sync as I continued to buck and buck against her. I pushed my cock upward in time to the rhythm.
She clung onto me for dear life. Her legs were on the table; she opened them wider, and I pulled one leg at a time onto my shoulders, just so that I could go even more deeper into her tight walls. I braced myself with her tightly in position, I started to rock harder.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, but it was too late.
She whined out a sound that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine and I knew that she was getting closer to the edge once again.
“Oh, Trent,” she whispered in an almost scream, so I started to fuck her harder. Using the wall behind her as leverage and wanting more and more, like a greedy little boy in a candy store, I began to fuck her harder, while she used her arms to drive her delicious body against me. I was sure that everyone in the class could hear us right now, but we didn’t care.
The room was hot, and I loved her being so powerless and wanting me more and more. I knew that I couldn’t hold back any longer as I completely let myself go and increased my rhythm. It was as if my body had lost all control as I started to push deeper inside her. I wanted to claim her more and more. The only thing I could feel was her body beneath me. Her muscles tightened, and I couldn’t hear her screaming any longer as she moved her head from side to side, and that meant another orgasm was ripping through her as the sensation of having my cock pumping into her drove her wild. I could feel her trembling through her orgasm as I continued to seek my own.
Fuck!
That was when I felt a mounting tension build inside of me as my hips lost all control. First, my balls started to radiate heat that I didn’t even know was fucking possible, and then it spiraled through to my shaft.
I was fucking panting as she went lifeless in my arms. I expected her to tell me to stop. Instead, she encouraged me by saying, “Come too, baby!”
All of a sudden, there was a bursting sensation and my vision dimmed as my cum exploded into her. I couldn’t believe that I’d lost so much control. I bumped my head on the wall as I tried to straighten myself up and my knees buckled as I continued to spurt the remains of my cum inside her pussy.
It was the perfect end to our time in the closet. I wished I could see her face, but I didn’t know where the light switch was, and I didn’t have the strength to look for it.
She pushed me away from her. Her legs were still up in the air, and I was trying to get my breath back even though my shirt was fucking wet. Sure, I should have thought about going back to the suite and getting a new one. The idea of walking around all day like this made me feel fucking uncomfortable, but I had to get to class. I had to show my face, even if I was late.
I had to get out of this fucking Academy once and for all. I didn’t want to repeat another year. Another year with Hawk in my face was too much to bear. Besides, I decided that the only reason it was hard here was because there were so many fucking memories.
Too many.
And none of them were happy.
“Come on Vicki, let’s get out of here. It doesn’t matter if we’re late for class. But, I can’t spend another year here.”
“Wait, let me just clean up.”
I laughed, “You brought a towel?”
She said, “Yeah. Just in case. You never know.”
I used my phone as a light as she dug the towel out of her bag and wiped herself and put it back into the back of her bag. Then we managed to get out of the closet, not as quickly as we entered because we were both so exhausted and hot.
We laughed at each other for sweating and our appearance and tried to look natural, but it was hard. I smiled at her as we parted hands and headed to our separate classes. She was mine for now; what the future held seemed irrelevant. But then I noticed that her hands were shaking, and I kissed one to calm it down. What the fuck was she so nervous about?
A question that I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t get a chance. She left me standing in the hallway, avoiding my stare and even ignoring me as she moved with haste to her class; she’d been placed in a smaller group to help her catch up since she was struggling with all the work. I headed to class as if I had a weight of gold on my back, unable to make any sense of what happened at our parting. We ate together earlier in the morning, but she didn’t say that she was scared of going to class today. It was only when we started to go our separate way that the fear was written all over her face.
At the end of my first class, I was so stressed that I’d forgotten all about Vicki being scared earlier today. For some reason I managed to get to my next class late too. Between trying to figure out what I’d missed earlier and hearing the bell and organizing myself, I was late again.
Twice in one day!
As soon as I got to class, I could tell that Ms. Sanchez had it in for me. She cut her eyes as I walked in, which was strange, because she normally had a smile for me, just because I was her star student. I regretted coming to class today, because it had a weird vibe, one so strong that I didn’t even see the point of making the effort. I sat down, but I couldn’t wait for that bell to ring and for the class to end. The next one, Vicki, would be there, and I would find out what was going on, I hoped.
“Trent Hawk, can you stay behind for a minute, please?”
She had to be fucking kidding me. Ms. Sanchez couldn’t tell me that I was behind in class, or that there was something wrong with my last assignment which was handed in on time and for sure would give me top grades. It was bad enough that she had given me attitude once I walked in, but now she wanted me to stay behind. For what?
Whatever she had to talk about, I just wanted her to do it quickly. I had to see Vicki even if it was for a few seconds just to find out what was going on in her little head. I felt so close to her that the idea of her not being happy was making me feel unhappy.
Fuck, was this love?
I shook my head as everyone left class, and Ms. Sanchez wanted to talk. She was the kind of teacher t
hat no one wanted to talk to because on the outside, she looked like a female version of Dr. Jekyll, but on the inside, she was fucking Mr. Hyde, and no one wanted to see that version of her. No one, including me.
She nodded at the door, and I kept my distance as Claire hesitated at the door. She was so fucking nosey. It was crazy to think that I ever saw anything in her because now I just couldn’t stand the sight of her.
“Mr. Hawk, I must admit that I am surprised you managed to make a show in class today,” Ms. Sanchez said and traced a finger around her imaginary strand of hair that she thought was out of her perfectly shaped bun. She then adjusted her square glasses, and her piercing green eyes stared at me as if she didn’t expect me to answer but would read my mind through her stare.
I decided to keep this short and sweet.
“I’ve been sick.”
Another five minutes and the bell would ring for the next class, the aim was to get there before it started to speak to Vicki. It was the last class that we would be in together, and I was still worried about what was up with her earlier this morning.
“Really?” She raised her eyebrow and then headed closer towards me. A bit too close for my liking.
“Yes. I had a sore throat and a cough. I thought that it would be better not to come to class and spread around my germs.” I coughed a little without covering my mouth, on purpose, to signal to her that she needed to back the fuck up off me.
“I see.”
This conversation was as exciting as her dress sense. Her clothes reminded me of the seventies when women had to wear pencil skirts and matching shirts. I knew because we had a seventies party last year and between the bell bottoms and oversized collars that we wore as costumes. Ms. Sanchez had a habit of wearing the awful outfits with the teacher’s school blazers to class every day. She was so behind the times. Frightening. Then again, they were the lucky ones, they just had to wear the blazers with the school’s logo and crest on it and not the rest of this dreaded uniform.
“Can I go now?”
She shook her head, “No. I wanted to tell you that as much as you think that you rule the Academy, there’s no denying that being the ´King.´” she stopped at that part to mock me. Any other day, I would give a damn. Lucky for her, today wasn’t the day.
I frowned down at her but let her continue. “Allows you a certain, privilege, let’s say, but you need to pull your weight. I’m not giving you a passing grade just because you think you’re some kind of king at this school.”
I interrupted her, “I always pull my fucking weight, and I could do algebra with my eyes closed and geometry too.” A lie, but she didn’t need to know that, I said it, thinking that would shut her up, but I had a bad feeling if that was the case, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.
“Really? If that’s the case, you must have done your assignment with your eyes closed, and while you were in a deep sleep.”
Then she tossed some paper in my face, and I caught it.
“You want to bullshit someone? You can do it to yourself all you want, but never with me, do you understand? If you want to get into college, I suggest that you start doing your assignments with your eyes open and stop cutting class.”
I hated her tone, but I didn’t want to argue with her. Especially when I saw my grade in an angry, big, red marker swipe. The giant F scratched into the paper glared at me. I’d never got anything as low as a C- before in my life.
She smiled as I left speechless with the paper in my hand. I could hear her cackling like a witch as I reached the door. She could laugh now, but I would turn my grades around. I always did. The bell rang, and the next class was about to start. Fuck I was for sure going to get a detention for being late and I would be in even more trouble for having an F. Something that I didn’t even think that I was capable of getting, until now.
***
As soon as class was finished and I managed to grab Vicki’s attention, I felt relieved until I realized that I wasn’t the only one that had her attention.
“Harris, where you fucking going? I’m talking to you,” Claire screamed after her.
What the fuck?
Was she the reason that Vicki didn’t want to come to school today, because of Claire? Fuck her! I didn’t know which one to chase after, Claire to tell her to stay away from Vicki or to Vicki to reassure her that everything was alright. As they both started moving like the fucking wind, I decided to chase after them both to find out what was going on.
“You think that they won’t get bored of you? Take it from me, fatty. They will!” She was screaming after her, and I hadn’t realized until now that Claire could be so desperate that she would make a spectacle of herself like this. What made her think that both James and I were properties that belonged to her or anyone else?
This was just getting out of hand. I was going to catch up to Claire when I thought I caught a glimpse of James coming out of the bathroom.
Fuck!
“Harris, don’t fucking run away from me when I’m talking to you!”
The situation was made worse when I realized that the guy that I saw coming out of the bathroom wasn’t even my brother. It was as if I was losing my mind all in one day.
“Hey, leave her alone!” I shouted, but I was too far away to do anything to stop what I suspected was going to take place next.
By the time I ran down the hallway Vicki was holding onto her face, in tears, and the crowd was cheering Claire as she walked down it in the opposite direction. I saw how proud Claire was and she glanced at me with satisfaction. What did that look mean, I wondered, did she think that I’d been shown the error of my ways now and I’d be a good boy from now on? Fuck her.
“What the fuck happened?”
Vicki sniffled, “She slapped me. She said that I don’t belong here with you guys. And she wants me to know my place.”
“Fuck her! And what are you all cheering about?”
It was as if my tone and anger put them all in place. I was ready for a fight. I’d already had a shit day and Claire had made it even worse. I could handle if Vicki was scared to come to class, in fear of facing Hawk, but she was worried about Claire. Why didn’t she tell me about all this on the weekend?
“She’s right,” Vicki smiled through her tears, which kept running uncontrollably, and I knew that her agreement came from a place of pain, not a place of truth. She totally belonged here; she was worthy of being here. In fact, she was probably too good to be here and that was part of the reason Claire hated her so instinctively.
“We’re not fucking pieces of meat. I just don’t get why you never told me about all this on the weekend? That she’s making your life hell. She can’t claim that she owns us…”
I stopped talking when it all hit home. This was James and me, running around the Academy, telling everyone what to do as if they were our peasants. This was what we’d turned the students into and seeing Vicki hurting like this; I knew that Claire wasn’t any better than James and me.
If anything, we’d made Claire like this, she was sweet and innocent when she first got here, just like Vicki, and somewhere along the line, we made her feel that she would be our one and only until Vicki came along. Now, we’d tossed her away like a piece of trash and she wasn’t having any of it.
Claire wanted Vicki gone, so that things could go back to the way that they were before Vicki came along. Well, James was still fucking her, even if he wasn’t admitting it to me. That didn’t seem to make a difference, because now James had left, and Vicki felt threatened by Claire.
James and I were no better than Hawk or even my Dad. We had both gone out of our way to makes sure that we got whatever we wanted all the time. It made me feel sick seeing the result of it. All this time, I’d turned a blind eye to it. Mom had turned her back on us, and I was fucking hurting. Nothing else mattered, who I took it out on or who I hurt.
I felt ashamed, and I wanted to get out of here.
“I’ll talk to her; she can�
�t treat you like this.”
She nodded, “Please do. She just goes out of her way to humiliate me all the time. I tried reasoning with her, but it’s like whatever I say to her, she doesn’t care.”
Vicki was pleading and rambling about all her issues with Claire; and all that was going through my mind was how could stop Claire from bullying her? Claire only wanted one thing, and that was to go back to the way things were, and I couldn’t guarantee her that.
Where the fuck was James when I needed him?
He would know what to do.
Chapter Ten
We got back to the suite, and I did what every coward would do, I pretended that everything was fine. I didn’t expect her to forget it, seeing as it was fresh in both our minds, but I didn’t want it to spoil the night not only for her but for me too.
When Vicki was in the bathroom, I slipped a message to James to figure out what to do next. I needed James here to fix this mess, and I couldn’t think straight. Vicki was crying like a baby, and she seemed so broken.
Fuck!
I felt so confused; I didn’t know if I was crazy about her, but I did know I had this burning urge to fix her right now. It was our fault, and I was the one suffering because of it. James was out of the picture, which meant that I had to fix this myself. Something that I wasn’t used to doing alone, I did everything with him, and for some reason, the idea of not doing this with him made me feel so fucking helpless.
I sent him another text, but I doubted he’d get it because his phone was off when I called him a few seconds ago. It went to voicemail, anyway, so I assumed it was off.
Call me, please!
I put please so that he would know that it was urgent, and if he had any empathy at all, he would contact me.
“What happened? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost?” Vicki asked as she came out of the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped so tightly around her body.
Now, I was mixed with emotions, both horny and emotional at the same time.