Arc 1 🔸️ A New Sexy Classmate
"Mhhh... mmhhhh...!"
Megan's muffled moans are so loud that I have to keep one hand firmly clamped over her mouth to keep us from getting caught.
Megan Felmont, a hot Canadian senior, looks exactly like the classic sexy volleyball player.
She's taller than me, athletic, with a firm, shapely ass and a long brown ponytail that practically begs to be pulled while I fuck her.
Classes at Manhattan's prestigious Westchester Crown Academy start at eight, but the gates open at seven-thirty.
And, like clockwork, every morning by 7:31, we're already going at it hard in the school bathroom.
From the waist down, she's completely naked, with her uniform skirt and panties bunched around her ankles.
She loves it when I pin her against the wall with my body while I fuck her, and I'm always more than happy to give her exactly what she wants.
"F-Fuck, Darko... ahhh... if you just asked me... I'd dump that loser boyfriend of mine for you— mhhhhh!"
Her words fade into a moan as every inch of my cock sinks deep inside her.
She even has to bite down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming with pleasure.
If we got caught, it'd be a complete disaster.
Westchester Crown Academy's strict rules don't tolerate shit like this.
We'd both get expelled and her boyfriend would dump her.
Even though she gets carried away in the heat of the moment and says things like that while we're fucking, she'd never actually leave him.
Her boyfriend is disgustingly rich, and next year, once he graduates, he'll take over his father's company.
Guess he's not very good in bed, though, or Megan wouldn't be this obsessed with my cock.
As for Anastasia, if she found out I'd been caught with another woman... well, she wouldn't even bat an eye.
"Come on, you're eighteen. I had plenty of fun at your age too. It'd be selfish of me to stop you from enjoying your youth."
Anastasia tells me that all the time, even though I've told her more than once that my heart belongs to her alone.
And her answer is always the same:
"Exactly. Your heart — not the rest of your body."
Well, if she's giving me permission, I'm definitely not going to be the one to say no.
When I feel Megan's legs start to tremble, I know she's about to come.
I give her one last deep thrust, and her warm release starts running down our thighs.
Afterward, we clean ourselves up and get dressed as if nothing ever happened.
We leave the bathroom a few minutes apart so we don't raise any suspicions.
By the time I walk into class, Mrs. Christine Everglade is already sitting at her desk.
Ahhhh... Mrs. Everglade...
At first glance, she looks like the coldest, strictest woman in the world.
But behind those thick glasses and that elegant bun hides one hell of a nymphomaniac.
That woman managed to make me enjoy math so much that I became the top student in the class.
Honestly, I'm not even sure whether all those A+'s are really thanks to me or to my cock.
Either way, all those private lessons at her place have definitely worked wonders for my GPA.
Standing beside Mrs. Everglade is an insanely hot girl I've never seen before.
Tanned skin, platinum-blonde hair cut just above her shoulders, and gorgeous green eyes.
Not to mention her tits, which are definitely too big for someone her age.
And judging by those toned, athletic thighs, she looks like the kind of girl who spends more time at the gym than at home.
Fuck... who the hell is that smoking-hot babe?!
She looks around my age... could she be a new classmate?
God, I really hope so!
When the bell rings at eight, signaling the start of class, everyone is already at their desks.
Mrs. Everglade gets up from behind hers and steps over to stand beside the mysterious new girl.
"Everyone, this is Emily Jones, your new classmate. I expect you to treat her with respect and uphold the reputation of our school."
At that moment, Natalie, the girl sitting next to me, gives me a knowing nudge.
"So, Darko, you've already got your eye on her, huh?"
"Well, she's kind of hard not to notice..."
Natalie Harris, my best friend — and the only girl I know who has absolutely no interest in me.
Well, obviously. She's a lesbian.
At least, I think she is...
We've never actually talked about it, but I'm pretty damn sure.
First, because she's never once asked me to fuck her.
Then there's her whole punk-rock look, with short blue-dyed hair and the studded leather jackets she's always wearing.
And if I needed any more proof for my theory, last year alone we slept in the same bed at least fifty times.
And yet, nothing ever happened.
Yeah.
She's the most lesbian lesbian in the world.
Natalie flashes me a sly grin.
"So, have you already come up with a plan to fuck the new girl?"
"A plan? Since when have I ever needed one?"
"Well, for all we know, she might have a boyfriend."
"Like that's ever stopped me before. I'll bet you anything I'll fuck her within two weeks. Hell, she'll be the one asking me to."
"Confidence definitely isn't your problem, huh? You're on!"
Mrs. Everglade points to the empty desk behind me and tells Emily to take a seat.
As Emily walks over to her seat, she glances down at me and gives me a small, shy smile.
It lasts barely a second, but it tells me everything I need to know.
I give Natalie a light nudge and flash her a smug grin.
"I take back what I just said. Three days will be more than enough."