Chapter 11: 4
The week that went by afterwards was something between awkward and hell. Keeping my stupid promise to Paul, I avoided talking to Nicole, and skipped out on karate sessions just to avoid being seen with her. I'm not really sure why, but I kept going to the gym, though. It meant being picked up late from school by my parents, but I still felt the need to do it.
However, I couldn't avoid seeing her the next Monday, when we had our student council meeting. Classes went by extra slowly that day, to the point where all of my teachers made some kind of comment on it, with the exception of Mrs. Jackson. Mr. Carrozza's was one of concern, Mr. Graves seemed impatient or angry that I wasn't paying attention and asked me to explain myself after class, and Mr. Salvador told me straight-up that I could not be sad, since I was 'letting my emotions get in the way of drama.' Embarrassingly, he said this in front of the whole class. When he did, May gave me a look, which was odd for two reasons. Number one, it wasn't a very warm or kind expression, but I couldn't place exactly what the look reflected. Number two, it was the first time she even looked in my direction since Tuesday.
When the bell went, I immediately groaned. Well, here goes, I thought to myself as I envisioned Nicole's cold, empty gaze and shuddered.
"Alright, that's the bell." Mr. Salvador called out to the crowd as students began to file out of the auditorium. "Adam, could you please stay behind?"
Crap. Everyone else in the aud left while giving me judgmental looks, while I, with little energy, trudged back to the stage area to face Mr. Salvador.
"Take a seat." He told me. I complied.
He waited for a few seconds, then gestured outwards with his arms. "What's going on?" He asked me calmly.
I sighed. "Just a bunch of stuff. It doesn't matter."
He gave a soft chuckle in response, but it didn't seem all that friendly. "It matters when your attitude is disrupting the energy of the class!�� He replied. "Drama is about commitment. It's about leaving your ego outside. It's a lot more than just putting on an act. And the act that you're putting on right now is pretty poor."
I simply hung my head, without even bothering to challenge him.
He continued. "When one person has lower energy, it lowers the energy of the whole class. You're really undermining drama right now, and I need you to stop that."
I sighed. There was no way I could contest him without looking like more of an asshat than I already definitely looked.
"That said…" He continued. "If there is something bothering you, and you would like to share it, this school is equipped with people who can help you. Is this a bad day, or has this been going on for a while?"
The conversation felt weird to say the least. I felt very vulnerable in front of Mr. Salvador. My go-to reaction to this was to defend myself, maybe try to even the status quo or even shift it in my favor. But a part of me also liked this vulnerability I was feeling.
"While." I lamely answered.
He nodded. "Well, whatever it is, for your sake, I hope it clears up soon, because we can't continue like this." He eyed me seriously. "You understand that, right?"
"Yes." I answered, wanting to answer with power, but still lamely.
"Good." He replied. "My office is in the basement next to the Choir room if you ever need to chat. I'm usually here until six or seven, depending on the workload."
I always took Mr. Salvador as some kind of family-oriented man, especially given how he was definitely past the casual dating years.The idea that he was single never really struck me, but the idea that he went home at around seven led me to believe he was either single or a bad husband.
"Okay." I replied, glad this conversation was closing. "Thanks." I slung my backpack over my shoulder and left, not even bothering to look at him as I left. "Take care!"
As I power-walked through the hallway, I checked my watch. I thought I was going to be awfully late for the meeting, but in actuality, I found that I would be right on time.
I felt a change in the atmosphere when I entered. Nicole, who normally gave me at the very least a chipper wave, was making it painfully obvious she was looking in every direction but mine. Megan had her head down – not sobbing, but definitely sad. Next to her sat the normally kind-faced Matt, who instead had his face twisted into a frown and was slowly shaking his head menacingly at me, one arm over his younger sister's shoulder. Phil paused whatever idle chatter he was partaking in when I walked through the door, eyeing me up and down with a completely blank expression. No one else seemed to know what was going on, but the room still became more silent when I entered. As the noise died down, more eyes, some unkind, some confused, fell upon me. Hating the spotlight more than ever, I found a seat and quietly sat down.
As soon as I did, total silence swept over the meeting. No one dared say a word, even though about 80% of the people there had no clue why it was so silent. Phil cleared his throat and began awkwardly. "Alright, great, everyone's here. Thank you all for showing up. Now… uh…" he began fumbling with his words. "Before we start, I just want to shed some light on some new developments. I hate to bring public attention to this, but it's important that we function as a team, and as efficiently as possible."
Worry crept into me and started eating me out from the inside. What the hell was this all about? I could only pray that the situation I was involved in wasn't going to become larger than it already was.
"Adam…"
Shit. Shit shit shit. I don't get how this whole thing could have blown up so fast. It was a blowjob, that's it. Hell, a blowjob she asked to give me. I didn't even get how it was possible to make such a big deal out of it.
"We understand that you're having some personal conflicts with Megan Schneider."
"Personal conflicts?!" Matt roared, standing up. "The guy made her blow him, made her feel like a sex object after, then was caught by her doing the same thing to another girl just a week later! This is my baby sister we're talking about here!"
"Sit down, Matt." Phil replied with a tired-of-this-shit voice. However, the words remained in my head. Do the same with May? Now that I considered it, Megan had no idea I even had a crush on May. I guess it did make a little sense that she thought I just wanted sex out of May… Though I never really just wanted sex out of Megan.
That's what this whole damn thing was. One person's misunderstanding after another. Megan misunderstood how to win me over, I misunderstood her true intentions, Megan misunderstood why I was with May, May misunderstood the true story of our past, and here I was, in a room full of people who were about to take the misunderstanding to the next level.
I couldn't let that happen. I cleared my throat. "Uh, Phil, could I please set things straight for the record?"
"I can't let you do that, Adam." Phil responded sternly. "If you want to work things out, work them out with her." He pointed to Megan.
"But if you don't let me explain, everyone here is going to judge us for things we didn't do. They're going to make up stories, they're going to think we did things we didn't, and think we are people we aren't!" I protested.
"Alrighty then." Phil challenged me, narrowing his eyes. "Great. You want them to have the facts?" He walked over to the table in front of me and put his palms down on the table, leaning in to face me.
"Let's start with how you were in a classroom after hours receiving oral sex. Something both parties should know is against the rules!" He aimed his last statement at Megan too. "Or how about how you didn't check to make sure you knew what you were getting into. Or making her feel used afterwards, without so much as a 'sorry,' even after you saw her upset. Or not talking to her for a good solid week afterwards, not caring if she was still upset. Just as long as Adam Watson got his blowjob…"
That was the limit. "At least I asked for her consent before doing anything with her, rather than just doing whatever I want to Nicole without even making sure she was okay with it first!" I yelled into his face.
A few scattered gasps filled the room. The tension was unbelievable. Stupidly, I continued. "Yeah, I know about that. I know all about how even though Mr. President is talking up quite a storm, he still can't handle it when he doesn't get what he wants, so he takes it, whether or not she's okay or even comfortable with it."
I felt light-headed. I was challenging the most powerful person in the whole school, and I was winning. Phil's look was stuck on furious, but his eyes showed what he truly felt at that moment: fear. He leaned back slightly, and didn't say a word, palms still on the desk. He broke eye contact with me, and it was like a spell between us was broken. Phil eyed the floor for a few seconds, before beginning. "I-"
"What a load of crap!" Nicole interrupted, standing up from her seat. No one looked anywhere close to comfortable at this point. In the corner, Megan was softly crying. Nicole continued, walking up to Phil. "Phil didn't even need my consent. I was practically begging for it. This fucking dweeb here must have seen us and is now just twisting the facts."
Fuck. That was it. The moment of, without a doubt, losing Nicole. This was it. This was rock bottom. She just lied to the whole council if it meant protecting Phil instead of me. She made her choice.
"So you and Phil are a thing?" The nerdy-looking guy near the back asked Nicole.
"Fuckin' A we are, Jeff." Nicole beamed back at him. Jeff held up his hand for a fist bump and she enthusiastically returned it. Afterwards, sadly, the attention in the room returned to me.
"So what do we do with this fuckin' liar?" Jeff asked Phil.
Phil stared at me. It was menacing, but also contemplating. He didn't say a word.
"Why don't we just, like, boot him out?" The dumb redhead piped up.
"He yelled in Phil's face." Eli observed. "Highly unprofessional for someone who represents the school."
"I'm cool with kickin' him out." Jeff agreed.
Nicole looked me dead in the eye. "As long as we're all in agreement." She said, mostly to me. Her tone was about ten times colder than any ice the Earth could produce.
"No. We're not." Phil finally spoke up. "Yeah, he did some bad things, but that's only strike one. He was still voted by the school to be here, and I say we give him one more chance to clean up his act."
Phil. Phil, of all people, was defending me. I looked into his eyes and could see menace, but there was something else there. Like a grave understanding. Something about his eyes told me that Phil felt guilty about letting Nicole lie her way to clear Phil's name, so he gave me once last chance.
Jeff piped up. "I don't think-"
"This isn't up for debate." Phil barked back. "Just this once, this isn't a democracy, because all of you would just vote him out. But I want to give him a second chance. Student council is about improving the school. It's not about preserving the good kids, it's about changing the bad. Adam is staying. Just this once, as President I'm gonna make that an order, not a vote."
No one said anything.
"And no one is to treat Adam badly in or out of council meetings for this. But Adam here is going to clean up his fucking act, and come back next week proving to us all why I wanted to keep him. Isn't that right, Adam?"
I was no longer confident. Hell, I was a bug. And with a bug's voice, I sheepishly answered, "Y-yes, Mr. President."
"Great." He barked tiredly. "As I was saying, Adam and Megan won't be working together for the rest of the year. Blah blah fucking blah. We won't discuss this point again. MOVING ON…"
***
The fact that Phil advocated for my continued seat in the council meant jack squat when the meeting ended. Anyone who dared look me in the eye was giving me some kind of look of contempt. Truth be told, I would have preferred for Nicole to give me one. Just a look, just acknowledging my existence. But she didn't. Avoiding eye contact completely with me without making it painfully obvious she was ignoring me, she packed up her stuff, looped her camera strap around her neck, and promptly left without another word. Phil followed soon after, in the same direction.
I was completely torn as to whether I disliked Phil. On the one hand, he got what he wanted from Nicole without making sure she was okay with it, and he made me look like an ass in front of the council. On the other hand, everything he said was true, he kept me on the council, he was a lot fairer with me than anyone else, Nicole included. Plus he seemed to actually make Nicole happy, even though she didn't give her consent. I couldn't reach a conclusion about how I felt towards him, but that didn't matter for another week now.
Noting I was the last one left in the room after being given a couple of minutes to myself and my thoughts, I sighed and slung my bag over my shoulder, glad I was out of that hell.
As I closed the door behind me, I sensed that I wasn't alone again. More paranoid this time after what happened the last time , I shot a look behind me as I walked forwards down the hallway.
Out of nowhere, I felt something slam into me from in front of me (where I wasn't looking), causing me to fall to the ground.
"Sorry. My bad." I managed to get out, before looking up to see that the person I had walked into was Matt Schneider.
"Watch it, dork." He snarled.
"I said I was sorry!" I protested. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"You've got a lot more to be sorry for." He told me ominously. "You may have Phil fooled, but you screw up one more time and I swear, I'll…"
"You'll what?" I asked him, coming to my feet. "Phil told you not to treat me differently for this. Why can't you just accept that the past happened and leave me alone? I'll leave your sister be, I swear."
"You're right. You will." He agreed, coming in close to face me. "And if you don't, you'll be in for a world of hurt, I can promise you that. Hurt my sister again, and you'll wish you've never been born."
I swallowed hard, but held my ground. "I guess I won't have to worry about that." I said, looking into his eyes with a serious, stone-cold glance.
He nodded gravely. "Damn right." He muttered as he walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, I leaned against a wall and slid down, sighing sadly as I did so.
This was middle school all over again. This was exactly the kind of thing that happened in middle school. Whenever my name got too popular, I just ended up getting bullied. Beaten up. It looks like high school was going to be no different. I must have been an idiot for thinking that it would be.
I wasn't even aware of it, but I was crying. I shouldn't have tried out for student council. It actually gave me hope. I should have just accepted my fate as a nobody. I kept my head down just in case anyone saw me. I didn't like to be seen crying.
Unfortunately, the universe didn't care about what I liked and didn't like, and soon I felt a hand caressing my back. I lifted my head up just enough to see who it was. The exact person I didn't want to see anymore in my life – Megan Schneider.
"Oh, just go away." I muttered bitterly, lowering my head again.
"I'm sorry." She softly said.
"I don't care." I replied, my voice muffled from my head still being lowered. "Just go away."
She didn't say anything more, but kept caressing my back. After a while, I gave up trying to tell her to go away and just stayed there.
"May was more to you than another me, wasn't she?" Megan asked after a while.
I was well aware of the implications of asking such a question. Megan was implying that to me, she was just a sex object. But I was too tired to try to better my image to her of all people at this point. "Yeah, she was." I responded.
"I just assumed…" Megan trailed off. "I assumed you wanted to be with Nicole."
"Hm." I responded weakly. I wasn't even going to bother with occupying my mind with that one.
"I'm sorry." She repeated.
I lifted my head and tried to wipe away the tears with my hand. "I don't care if you're sorry." I replied both bitterly and with fatigue in my voice. "Thanks to your overreaction, everyone in the council hates me, Nicole won't look at me, May is out of my life and your brother wants to beat me up."
Megan looked to the ground and scowled. "I'll talk to him." she told me. "I promise."
"And then what?!" I asked her, the fury in my voice building. "Tell Nicole that we're all good? Convince the whole council that I'm a good person, but not deny that what happened happened? You're not going to be able to fix this, Megan. And now, I have to live with it.
Not you, me."
Megan looked into my eyes and pulled me in for a hug. "I'm really sorry." she repeated. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"I don't care about making it up to me." I responded, shaking off the hug yet feeling my fury die down. "I just want to be left alone. I don't have anything left. You being here is just reminding me."
Megan bit her lip and looked down again. "I didn't mean for this to happen." She said quietly.
"Yeah well, funny thing: IT DID." I replied bitterly, sinking down again. After a moment of silence, I sighed. "Look, Megan. I appreciate what you're doing now, but what happened, happened. And now I've got a lot of crap in my life."
Megan nodded, looking at me with those big brown innocent eyes. She really was innocent, in a way at least. I was aware that she was just trying to save May, but she drove me through hell because of a hunch.
Still, what Nicole said kept repeating itself in my head. The idea of being kind, of being aware of why she's doing what she's doing. Megan wasn't apologizing because she saw some sort of benefit she could take. She was apologizing because she was genuinely sorry, and because she didn't want to hurt me. I guess now that nothing could be done to fix the past, I at least owed her that much in return. "…So how about we just forget what happened and move on, huh?" I asked, catching her off guard.
I don't think she was expecting to be forgiven so quickly. "Huh?" She asked me.
I shrugged. "It's not like I'm going to solve anything by being mad at you. And I think you're being genuine. So I forgive you. Let's move on from all of this."
Megan's smile was blinding. "Okay." She answered, her voice quavering as if she was about to start crying. "Thanks, Adam."
"No problem." I answered. I was still upset, though not as much at Megan at this point. She wasn't really at fault. It was just dumb luck. And, as I was beginning to realize, it was how I handled things after all.
She pulled me in for a hug again, and this time I returned it. She noted this and made the hug even tighter, bringing her head in. I felt her lips touching my neck, but she wasn't necessarily kissing me.
After a bit, she pulled away. She looked me in the eye, as if expecting me to say something, then bit her lip as she looked down. "I know I was kind of unfair, but… I liked it." She said out of nowhere.
"Huh?" I asked her.
"Like, the… the blowjob. I liked it." She said nervously, blushing and looking down.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I noticed." I replied. "You got wet from blowing me alone."
"I didn't just get… um…" She trailed off.
"Wet?" I asked her with a smirk.
"Yeah, that. I think I climaxed too." She paused. "Is that normal?"
I laughed. "How should I know?" I asked her. "I've only been with you and Nicole. For what it's worth, Nicole doesn't do that."
"So you're not Nicole's secret boyfriend?" She asked me. I wondered briefly if she used the topic of sex to get to Nicole. I briefly wondered if I should have minded her intrusion, but I didn't.
"Nah, she and I are just friends with benefits." I said casually, then thought about it. "Were." I corrected myself, feeling my heart sink.
I think Megan could feel it sink too. She grabbed my hand. "Do you need someone?" She asked me. I could feel the burning blush in her cheeks just from grabbing her hand.
"Nah, I really shouldn't." I replied, pulling my hand away from hers. She nodded soundlessly and pulled her hand back. However, she planted the seed of curiosity in my mind. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason." she quickly replied, eyeing the floor.
"Do you need someone?" I asked her. She bit her lip and said nothing.
Call it social deprivation from being cut off from both May and Nicole, but at this point I was on autopilot. Slowly, I grabbed her hand again. "You really shouldn't ask me things like that." I told her. "Because I'm really vulnerable right now. You could probably get away with a lot right now."
"Oh yeah?" She asked. I could hear her heart pounding.
"Yeah." I answered, my heart pounding louder than hers. We both looked each other in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity. The space between us was beginning to close, and before I had enough time to think over whether this was a good idea or not, our lips were locked tightly. We both lost all control as Megan's hands desperately clawed all over me, hungry for something to grab on to.
Despite giving in to my lust, I hadn't lost all common sense as I broke away from the kiss. "We should find somewhere more private…" I managed as Megan, still not satisfied, dove in to my neck and started to kiss, suck and lick away at my neck. She groaned when she realized I was right and with energy I did not expect to see from Megan, bolted up and started powerwalking down the hall, dragging me by the hand before I was even standing fully upright.
We tried the student council office, but it must have been set to lock by Phil, because it seemingly locked when I first closed the door. In desperation, Megan started to look for other classrooms, dragging me along.
Thankfully, it was after 4:30, so no one was in the hallways to be able to witness what Megan and I were obviously doing as we paced the halls. To get to the other classrooms, however, we had to pass through the main hall, and I wasn't so lucky when we passed through. Megan didn't seem to care, leading me through the hallway, but as I passed through the main hallway, a single person was sitting on a bench near the center, and looked up as we passed by.
His long, frizzy brown hair and black clothing gave him away immediately as he looked up. My heart sank in my stomach as I realized this would be hell to explain. He didn't say anything – he just raised his eyebrows and gave me a small, confused smile as we passed through. I tried my best to give him a look that would say 'I'll explain later', although I don't think I succeeded. Soon enough, we were out of the main hallway and trying classroom doors.
It was stupidly convenient that one of the rooms turned out to be unlocked. It was an English classroom, one that clearly was meant to be locked. I started to wonder if the locking of classrooms was as mandatory as I first thought, when I was assaulted by Megan's lips on mine. However, I had enough self-control left to pull away temporarily to clarify a few things.
"You understand that this is just casual sex, right Megan?" I asked her.
She used the time away from me to remove her glasses, eagerly nodding.
"This means absolutely nothing romantically. I won't be holding your hand or anything after."
"I know." She replied, working her sweater over her head.
"And you're okay with that? No hurt feelings, no misunderstandings, no BS?" I asked her.
She was now working her t-shirt over her head. "Yes." She responded impatiently, throwing her t-shirt to the floor.
I smiled mischievously at her. "Good." I responded simply as I worked my own shirt over my head. She grinned as she reached behind her, undoing her bra.
Unlike Nicole, Megan's tits were fairly small, a modest B cup at best. As well, her nipples were quite small too, with her areolae maybe reaching the size of a quarter. Nevertheless, I was completely drawn to them, and I was caressing away at her breasts before I even knew what I was doing. Her long blond hair was draped over my hands, covering them in a silky embrace as my now-experienced hands worked magic on her nipples, caressing, flicking and twisting away.
Either Megan genuinely missed this or deep down under, she was a sexually charged devil, because she was moaning within seconds. In a kneejerk reaction, she ground her pelvis up against mine and latched her mouth onto mine, her tongue prodding away at my lips, begging for entrance. When I allowed her in, her tongue hungrily explored my mouth, perhaps searching for mine. It was quite evident that she did not have experience kissing, but was keen to learn. With that, my tongue responded in vigor, teaching her my ways.
She broke the kiss as her hands trailed their way down my chest and abdomen. "I had no idea you were this attractive." She muttered under her breath. "This is really hot, Adam." She kept traveling south until she hit the pole. As soon as she did, she moaned instantly and started rubbing me through my jeans. "I need to have this in my mouth again, Adam." She moaned. "Please let me have it."
I would have loved to see her beg, to see her suffer knowing she was so close to what she wanted yet at the hands of my refusal, especially with all of the hell she caused me over the past week, but I was too horny at that point to think straight. Wordlessly, I complied, taking off my pants then my underwear. Her eyes gleamed when she saw my cock spring forth, and immediately got on her knees. "Oh, yes." She happily sighed. "Thank you, Adam." Without another word, she took me into her mouth again.
She definitely remembered what she learned. Within the first few bobs of her head, she was able to get about two thirds of me down before she came up for air again, making sure she didn't start off too quickly. "I think it's actually gotten bigger." She muttered.
I gave a small laugh as I coaxed her mouth back on me with my hands. She responded eagerly, taking me into her mouth, using all of the techniques she taught herself just a few short weeks ago. He tongue, her lips, the suction, everything was in the right place. I couldn't help but moan and put one hand onto the table behind me for support as Megan continued to take more and more of me into her mouth.
Soon enough, she was starting to get turned on by this. I hadn't noticed before, but Megan was wearing a black-and-white skirt today. I certainly did notice when she desperately pulled up her skirt to her waist and start rubbing her already-moist panties underneath, moaning on my dick as a result. She was getting really into it, and was determined to take more and more into me, when I felt more of me slip into her than ever before. I wasn't entirely sure, but I think Megan was deepthroating me.
Her moans became more muffled, her activity between her own legs more urgent as she kept going, picking up speed. That feeling I got the last time she blew me started to return to me, as I entered another realm.
"That's my good little slut." I said in a voice just louder than a whisper. "Keep going like that and you're going to get your reward reeeeally soon."
Megan seemed excited by this news, and doubled her efforts, including on herself. What was a small wet spot before turned into a completely drenched, practically dripping pair of panties as Megan stopped rubbing herself and dove into her panties to start fingering her pussy.
I wasn't going to last long like this, and needed to warn her. However, the gentle warning my mind created turned into, "Shit, Megan! You fucking whore, I'm going to shoot down your throat." when it escaped my mouth. I soon was losing control of myself. My lust was building up to unseen levels.
However, Megan came first. With a perpetual moan she maintained on my dick, I saw small waves of fluid go through her soaked panties onto the floor. It was amazing her much she squirted – like nothing I had ever seen before, including on the internet. She was still fingering herself furiously, even after it was clear the gushing had stopped. However, at that point I could no longer pay attention. I was fixated only on Megan's mouth, and the torrent of cum that was about to greet it.
No longer caring about her, I grabbed her by the head and forced her to take my cock all the way into her throat, without even being sure if she did in fact deepthroat me before. I didn't even care. I didn't care if she could breathe. I just wanted to give my slut exactly what she wanted – a mouthful of my cum.
And I delivered. Shortly after I locked Megan in position, I spurted wave after wave into her. I wasn't sure if Megan was exactly comfortable, but she didn't protest, trying her best to swallow every wave (or, at this point, let it slide down her throat) with what sounded like a muffled moan of either euphoria or crying. I couldn't tell, and didn't care one bit. That was for all the trouble she caused me.
Eventually, I let go of her, my arms feeling numb at that point. At first when I let her go, she was coughing and catching her breath, as I leaned back on a table and attempted to catch mine. However, as I slowly came to, it dawned on me that she was no longer gasping – she was moaning again.
I looked over at her to find her on the floor, lying down, probably coating her skirt in her own fluids. My jaw dropped in amazement. She was still fingering herself, only now her finger was a blur, moving in and out with lightning speed. Her moaning was constant and out of control, her eyes closed, her breathing erratic. At once, her eyes flew open, and she could barely talk amidst the moaning.
"Adam, I… Please… Please come here and lick me." She reacher to her waist and cast off her panties as if they were on fire. "Please, Adam. I need it, please."
She was a mess. An animal. It was unbelievable. I was still turned on myself, but it was fascination more than anything else that led me to get down on all fours and stick my head in between her legs.
Being so close, I could actually see the liquid coming out of Megan. She was like an aphrodisiac experiment gone off the charts. Moaning still, she pushed my head in, allowing me barely a half-second to breathe before my head was mashed against her pussy.
I started licking immediately, although the copious amounts of love juice was slowing me down considerably. Hell, my own doubts were slowing me down too. I had never seen Megan remotely like this, and it almost worried me.
However, it also turned me on, and soon I got into the rhythm of things, making her moan out of control, without even bothering to limit her volume. However, I got tired of merely pleasuring her, and eventually got up from my position.
At first, she moaned in protest, but when she saw the lust in my eyes, she knew it was far from over. I motioned for her to stand up, and when she did, with one motion, I removed her skirt and bent her over the desk with her adorable little butt facing me. Her eyes went a little wide when she realized what I was about to do, but closed quickly when my hand started rubbing against her slit, preparing her for what was coming.
"Are you ready for the ride of your life?" I asked. It was a little cheesy, and definitely less gentlemanly than when I asked Nicole. But screw Nicole, she wasn't here, and if I'm going to spend my afternoon screwing a horny bitch who managed to make my life hell for a week, I wasn't ready to be all sunshine and roses.
Megan whimpered but nodded. I didn't waste a second and removed my hand, using it to guide my shaft into her waiting pussy. I attempted to go all in with one motion, but she was actually so tight that I couldn't! If I thought Nicole had a grip on my dick, then Megan had some kind of vice on it. Ignoring whatever protests I'm sure Megan made, I pushed and pushed until the rest of me was fully inside her.
At that point it occurred to me that I probably should have checked her reaction. As I looked over her back at her face, it reflected a lot of pain. The moaning was still there, but it was mixed with a series of grunts and 'ow's.
Despite this, something deep inside of me told me to keep going, and I did. Slowly at first, I began to pump myself in and out of her, eventually picking up speed. The moaning and 'ow's became louder as my speed increased, but never once did she ask me to stop, even though that may have just been her shyness.
At this point my lust overcame me again as I really got into it. I grabbed onto her plush yet petit ass with my hands as I became determined to drive myself further and further into her. Her skin felt like hot silk in my hands, so soft yet practically burning. Was it her desire, was she normally this hot? I didn't know. If anything, the inside of her pussy only felt hotter, which only served to add to the feelings I was getting from drilling her with my cock.
Her 'ow's were disappearing at this point, only to be replaced by even more moaning as she finally got into the rhythm of things too. "Oh, Adam…" she moaned with a high, innocent voice yet the lustiest attitude I've ever seen as I was finally able to thrust my full self inside of her.
Without being aware I was doing it, I let go of her ass with my left hand only to have it come back down on her ass with full force. "Shut up!" I ordered, my voice heavy and deep. "You will speak only when spoken to. Is that understood?"
She was silent at first, except for tiny moans escaping her mouth, until she finally answered "Yes."
"Yes, what?" I asked her.
She paused. "Yes, master." She responded quietly.
I did not expect her to be so submissive so quickly, and needless to say having this power over her only turned me on more. "Good girl," I responded with authority. "After all, we don't want me to get rough with you, do we?"
A timid "No." met my ears, which only made me smile.
"Well, too bad!" I yelled at her angrily as I rose my hand once again. Her skin rippled and turned a shade of pink as I slapped her beautiful small ass, making her yelp. "THIS is for ruining my chances with May!" I barked as I spanked her ass again, still buried inside of her. Another yelp met my ears.
"THIS is for lying to me the first time you gave me a blowjob!" I shouted, smacking her ass again. Her yelp this time was prolonged, trailing off instead of ending abruptly. "And THIS is for making Nicole hate me!" With even more force, my hand came down and smacked her ass, hard. Her yelping now turned into a yell through clenched teeth, ending with a "Mmmm."
"And this? This is for fun." I concluded as I smacked her ass one more time, earning me a pained moan from her. I gave her a few seconds after to recover, then continued to plow her for all her worth.
"What about… how I… told the… whole council?" She panted. "That's…. got to be… worth something." Wow. Fuck me. Spanking Megan was turning her on. Given that this was supposed to be her punishment, this wasn't exactly according to plan, but hey, I was willing to play ball. With a grin somewhere between 'in disbelief' and 'mischievously', I brought my hand up. "Too right you are." I added ominously as I brought my hand down on her ass, spanking her hard. She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. I continued thrusting into her as I brought my other hand up into the air, roaring, "And THESE are for speaking without being spoken to! Know your place!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. I was relentless as I kept spanking her over and over, making her scream as I continued drilling my dick into her. I wasn't even sure if her moans were from pain or pleasure at this point, and I didn't much care. I just kept going, thrusting and spanking away.
"Ohhh… Th-thaaank y-you ma-master…" Megan managed to moan as I continued my assault on her. Before long, I felt a churning deep within me, and could tell Megan was close too. I was about to shout out that I was going to blow, when I found out that the sensations of fucking Megan's hot, horny, lust-driven body was too much for me and I couldn't make a sound. Besides, I justified to myself, she didn't even deserve it. With a final roar, I thrust into her fully, emptying myself inside her in torrent after torrent. Megan squealed in delight as she felt the hot liquid flowing into her. I had stopped right where I thrusted, but Megan continued moving back against me, milking me for all I was worth. I was really sensitive, so it was actually starting to hurt. I was about to say something when Megan's whole body tensed up, then started convulsing. I felt her fluids impact against my dick like a firework, then flow past me as they flowed out of her pussy, making sure they came into contact with the both of us. She let out a mix of an exhale and scream, like that voice you have when you're too excited or scared to say anything, as her body writhed, then went limp on the table she was leaning on. Her love juice was slowly flowing down our legs as our heavy breathing filled the room, calming down from the insane high we were having only seconds before.
"Wow." Megan panted when she finally gained that ability to speak again. "That was… incredible."
I chuckled. "I'll say." I replied as I pulled myself out of her, giving me one last moan from her I looked around the room for something to help me with cleaning up. Luckily, the teacher's desk had a box of tissues on it, though I'd have to make a mental note that I wouldn't be so lucky to have conveniences like that in the future if I continued this way.
I looked behind me to see that she was cleaning herself up as well, albeit less successfully. Her legs and skirt looked like they were soaked, her hair was a mess, and she couldn't even find her glasses. Noticing that they were on the desk next to me, I passed them to her.
"Thanks." She said quietly, with clear shyness in her voice. The same shyness that she managed to carry around with her right up until you had sex with her.
"So what's with you during sex?" I asked with a grin.
She blushed and just shot me a confused look.
"Normally, you'll all innocent and cute, but get you alone and you're like a sex goddess." I gushed. "You get off from blowing me, you turn into an animal in heat after fingering yourself and you're kinky as fuck."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't even know I was like that until I gave you a… A…"
I laughed to myself. Even now, she couldn't say it. "Blowjob." I finished.
"Yeah, that." She said quietly. "Although, ever since I did, I started masturbating." She turned a shade of pink. "It felt really good, especially when I started using larger and larger things, although your… your penis is the largest I've ever felt. It's like I found out something about me I didn't know before. I just know I really liked it. Especially when you came inside me." Despite her embarrassment, she still looked me in the eyes and smiled after saying that, which looked like it took a lot of effort.
It hit me like a train. I came inside her! "Oh, shit!" I yelled aloud. "I came inside of you! you could get pregnant!"
"It's okay, calm down." Megan soothed.
"No it's not okay!" I said in a panicked tone. I sure as hell wasn't ready to be a father!
"I'm on the pill!" She exclaimed.
Relief washed over me. Mid-panic, I stopped where I was and shut my mouth. "Oh, okay." I said, calming down. "Good."
She laughed softly, at this point having put on everything but her skirt, which was soaked. "Darn." She said under her breath. That was Megan for you. Fucked like an animal, but still 'darn' was the biggest swearword she could use.
"Are you going to be okay wearing that?" I asked her.
She smiled her innocent smile at me. "No, but it's okay. I have gym this semester, so I could just use my gym shorts. I just don't know what I'll tell Matt."
Oh shit. "Matt's here?" I asked nervously.
"Don't worry." She soothed again. "He's in the math office, doing homework. We're as far away from him as we can get. He said he would be in there any time I want to leave."
"Okay." I calmed down for the umpteenth time that day. I was seriously going to have a heart attack before 40.
"Can I be your girlfriend?" Megan casually asked as she got her gym shorts out of her bag.
Heart attack. Good example. "What?!" I exclaimed. "Megan, you said you wouldn't do any of this relationship bullshit!" I all but whined.
"I know." She said in a casual tone, with what seemed like a new attitude for Megan. "I'm not forcing you to do anything, and I won't get upset if you say no. But you said yourself, you lost the other two and you need someone. I don't even care if you don't really like me, I know you like to have sex with me. So why not make this more than a one-time thing?"
I sighed. "We could just be friends with benefits too."
She smiled cheekily at me as she put on her shorts. "No dice. If you want to keep having sex with me, it needs to be official. You can still say no! I just think this would benefit us both. You'd get sex, I'd get you."
I held my face in my hands in frustration. I was actually considering it. I mean, fuck, why not? I lost May and Nicole for good at this point anyway, and Megan was offering me sex, nothing more. Don't get me wrong, she abused my trust in the past, but something about her new attitude told me that she wasn't just trying to do that this time. This time, she was being fair, being real, and giving me an opportunity to say no.
"Okay, Megan. I'll be your boyfriend."
Megan jumped with glee, before running up to me and wrapping her arms around me, giving me a long kiss on the lips. I was hesitant, but returned the kiss. I had no doubt it was just my loneliness and that alone which made me give in, but I was willing to see what would happen from here. Besides, I'd be lying if I said Megan wasn't an amazing fuck.
"Thanks, boyfriend. You won't regret this!" Megan said happily, gathering her stuff together. I think a part of me already was.
"You're welcome, fucktoy." I replied cheekily, winking at her. Megan blushed but kept her gaze on me, biting her bottom lip.
Wordlessly, we both made sure everything was in order then left the room. We walked back to the main hallway, hand in hand (which I'll admit, did not feel as weird as I thought it would with Megan) which thankfully was empty. I guess Paul went home.
"Thanks again, Adam." Megan said, wrapping her arms around me. "I'm glad things worked out. You're a really great guy."
"Yeah, tell the council that." I said sarcastically, returning the hug.
"Don't worry, I'm going to smooth things over with them." she replied, smiling up at me.
"How?" I asked.
"Leave it to me, I've got a few ideas." She said, breaking the hug. "Although I should really find my brother before he comes looking for me." She kissed me on the lips shyly before giving me a cute little wave. "Bye!" She said cheerfully.
"Later!" I replied. When she bounced out of sight, I collapsed on the nearest bench and sighed. What a freaking day. First Megan was pissed, then we fucked, now she's happy as a clam. I probably should have found that suspicious, but didn't. She seemed genuine, at least this time she did. Then there was May, pissed off enough at me that she probably went back to Carson just because she knew the news would reach my ears. And then Nicole… I had no freaking clue what to make of her. First she got kissed without her consent, then she liked it, then she jumped to Phil's side when it was me versus him with a white lie… I mean, she lied to protect him, instead of telling the truth, let alone telling the truth to protect me. If only she wasn't so rash, she could have found out that Megan and I were okay and she didn't need to be so aggressive.
Megan and I were more than okay, though, for better or for worse. We were together. Megan and I were together, Nicole and Phil were together, May and Carson were together, and I had the sneaking suspicion that neither May, Nicole or I ACTUALLY liked the other person. Thanks to Megan's blowjob, we weren't just stuck in a circle of lies – we were living lies.
I had way too much shit in my head. I was absent-mindedly checking the clock, wondering if it would be pointless or not to check if mom was off work, when something hit me. It was 5:40pm. Mr. Salvador was still here. I never would have considered telling a soul about any of this crap before, but something about this afternoon changed me. I got up and made for the basement.
I heard a voice – no, voices – as I neared what I believed to be Salvador's office. The big room next to it boasting the huge sign 'Choir Room' certainly helped. I knocked on the door to hear, sure enough, Mr. Salvador's voice. "Come in." I walked in to see a cluttered space filled with just about everything. An open closet full of costumes, busts wearing various wigs and hats, books among books filling shelves, photographs covering the walls, old VHS tapes stacked on the floor, you name it. In the righthand corner of the room sat Mr. Salvador at his cluttered desk, and on the other end, surprisingly, Paul Stevens.
Paul hadn't seen me walk in, and was apparently in the middle of a heated debate with Mr. Salvador. He was holding what looked like a green mask. "It's impossible!" He protested. "I've tried everything I can, but she refuses to work. That's not my fault if she won't put in the extra effort."
Mr. Salvador leaned back in his chair. "You chose the partner, Paul. I can't help you. I did tell you not to pick her."
"That was only because you thought she wasn't right for the part." Paul argued. "She could be, if she put in the effort. I didn't know that she'd just refuse to put in a hundred percent. I had no way of knowing. You can't pin that on me."
"What would you like me to do?" Mr. Salvador asked calmly.
"Brendan has offered to work with me. You know him, you trust him. He's only one grade lower than me, and he says he'll make the full time commitment. Please just allow me to work with him instead."
"And what happens to Lauren?" Mr. Salvador asked him.
"I don't know. At this point, I don't even care!" Paul spat out. "She deliberately missed the morning rehearsal. What you do is your choice. Give her a make-up assignment or give her a zero. I'm just here to make sure the piece goes perfectly. You tasked me with taking some initiative, and I'm taking it."
"I can't do that, Paul. Work with what you have." Mr. Salvador simply stated.
"But-!" Paul began angrily, before noticing I was in the room. Still with an angry expression, he nodded slightly in a way of saying hello, then turned back to Salvador.
"Go on." Mr. Salvador coaxed.
"No, I'm done here anyways." Paul said, not bothering to hide his disgust. Even so, as he left, carrying his mask, he said "See you around, Salvador." without any hint of contempt or really anything except tire in his voice.
Mr. Salvador ignored his exit completely. When he clapped eyes on me, he acted like the whole incident didn't happen. "Hello, Adam." He said to me.
"I could have waited outside if you two were talking about something important." I said, making sure I wasn't intruding.
"It's okay. Sit down." He calmly ordered. "What can I do for you?" He leaned back in his chair.
"Well…" I began shyly as I took a seat. "Remember how you said you'd listen if I ever wanted to chat?"
He nodded.
"Well… I have something to tell you."
I had everything to tell him.
Chapter Nine
Mr. Salvador leaned back in his chair, his expression never changing from his attentive glance. "Is that the whole story?" He asked me.
I nodded. "That's all I'm going to say, at least." I added with a weak chuckle. "So what do you think?"
"What do I think?" He repeated, looking at me quizzically. He shrugged. "It's not something I would have done, but I'm also not you." He shifted in his seat, thinking to himself. "Although, you never quite told me anything important."
"I never told you anything important? I told you something that could get me expelled!" I replied in a slightly panicked tone.
He chuckled softly. "But not once did you tell me how you felt about Megan. You told me what happened, but not how it affects you. Your story hinges on how you feel after. If you're suddenly happy with Megan, or if you're miserable with Megan, those are two completely different stories."
I took in what he said and shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I don't really know how to feel about it. It's all happening really fast, and I don't even know if I am to blame, if I was an asshole like Nicole said, or if I should feel like it was all a bunch of bad luck."
Salvador leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly. "You guess you don't know how to feel about it…" He repeated slowly, savoring each word. He didn't say anything more, just rotated back and forth in his rotating chair. In the silence, I started thinking about the
words myself, finally linking them back to the weights room and what Nicole said.
Look, I don't know my own feelings right now, okay?
"It's normal to not know your own feelings during a new experience for a teen, isn't it?" I asked him, his point dawning on me.
"For a human." He corrected me with a smile. "You're not an asshole, Adam. You've made some bad decisions, though. Casual sex is the worst one you can make."
"Why? I asked him.
He ignored me. "In time, you'll know how to feel about it. But don't ignore how you feel. That is crucial." He paused, until it became evident that he had nothing left to say. "Did you need to say anything else?"
"Well…" I said, exasperated. "You didn't tell me what to do, or anything…"
"I can't tell you what to do." He said simply. He paused again, before realizing I wouldn't respond. "Will you be alright?"
I sighed. "Yeah." I admitted. "I will."
"Good." He said simply, getting up and walking up to one of his shelves, putting away some paperwork. "Are we done here or is there anything else?"
"Nah, I'm good to go." I answered. "Bye, Mr. Salvador."
Without holding my breath for him to say goodbye back, I left Mr. Salvador's office, not feeling as free as I thought I would, but still feeling strangely satisfied. As I walked down the hallway, something caught my gaze. In the trashcan sat something odd-shaped and green, poking out of the can as if to say hello. It was Paul's mask.
I walked up to the can and picked up the mask. It was of a distorted face, and kind of reminded me of an owl. It had a very straight, vertically long nose, a defined forehead, and was cut off below the nose, presumably so that the actor using it could use their actual mouth to speak.
I wasn't sure if Paul threw it out or not, but it had to be important. I carried it back to Salvador's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Salvador's calm voice greeted me again without looking up to even know who it was.
I walked in. "Sorry to disturb you again-"
"Why would you say that?" Mr. Salvador asked me, looking up.
It caught me off guard. "Huh?"
"Do you have something to say?" He asked me.
Hesitantly, I replied. "Yes…"
"Then don't be sorry. Never be sorry unless you have a good reason. You've just invalidated everything you're about to say."
It was too late in the day to even bother arguing. "Okay." I sighed exasperatedly. "Anyway, I found this mask you gave Paul outside. I think he accidentally dropped it." I actually thought he threw it away in disgust, but I didn't want to taint Salvador's image of him. "Should I leave it with you so you can return it to him?"
"I didn't give Paul that mask." Salvador answered simply. "He made it."
"Really?�� I asked, looking at the mask again.
He nodded. "It's one of the units in senior drama. You have to make your own mask, then create a scene using that mask."
Wow. That actually seemed really cool. "That's cool!" I replied truthfully. "Either way, he dropped it, so should I leave it with you so that you can return it to him? He'll need it for his scene, after all."
Salvador shook his head. "He won't need it. The mask unit is over. He just happened to have it on him today because I returned them today." He replied. "Don't give it to me, it's no longer mine. If you want to return it to him, you may want to hurry. He'll be leaving soon."
I wasn't sure if that was a polite request for me to leave. I nodded nonetheless. "Okay, will do." I replied. "Thanks!" I left the room, expecting Salvador not to respond. I was correct.
I ran down the hall, wanting to catch Paul before he left. It turns out my running was in vain – I found him in the main hallway sitting on the bench, looking at his phone, frustration on his face.
"Hey." I loudly declared.
He looked up from his phone. "Hola." He replied flatly.
"You okay?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "Unnecessary stuff." he replied, putting away his phone. "Doesn't matter. What's up?"
I held up his mask. "I found this in the garbage can. I think you accidentally dropped it or something…"
He laughed. "We both know it wasn't accidental. Feel free to put it back where you found it."
"But I like it." I protested, looking the mask over. "Why would you throw it out?"
"Keep it then." He ordered, going back to his phone. "Salvador says it's badly made. The edges are sharp, it was hastily painted, and apparently there's no defining feature on the face."
"The forehead." I commented out of reflex.
Paul made a gesture. "That's what I said." He commented. "He gave me a 4 out of 10 on it. So I don't want to see it again."
"Does it have a name?" I asked, looking it over.
Paul gave me a weird look. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked me. "What the heck did Megan do to you?"
I could feel myself blushing. He noticed and mischievously smiled. "Yup, I hadn't forgotten." He added coyly. He glanced at the clock. "You waiting for your parents?"
I looked at the clock too. It was well after six. I hadn't texted her yet, but mom would be off work by now. I nodded at Paul and got ready to take out my phone.
"Well then, text them back and tell them not to worry. I'll give you a lift." He said nonchalantly, getting up and moving towards the parking lot. I put my phone in my pocket and followed him, matching him with silence until we got to his car.
"So, I'm guessing you made up with Megan." He suggested as we both got in. I put my face in my hands. I already explained the whole thing to one person, and I was not ready to do it to another.
"Yup," I simply stated. "We sorted out our differences. Now we're together."
"Wow, that was quick." Paul remarked. "You grade nines do move fast. I mean, just last week you were-"
"Sorry, when you offered to give me a lift was it you being kind or was it an excuse to judge me?" I interrupted.
Paul said nothing as he started the car. "Point taken." he admitted. "I apologize."
"I'm sorry too." I mumbled.
"Why?" He asked me.
"I was mean to you when you first gave me a lift, and now I'm being mean again." I said, looking straight ahead. "These last few weeks have just been hell and I've just been really frustrated. I guess I kind of took it out on you."
"No worries." Paul waved me off. "We all have those moments in our life. You've just got to love teen drama, don't you?" He laughed sympathetically.
"I hate it." I said immediately, not even bothering to mirror the humorous nature of his comment.
"Yeah, it would just be better if you could avoid it altogether, wouldn't it?" Paul asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
"No kidding." I agreed.
"Yeah, I mean, life would be so much better if you… Avoided misunderstandings." Paul suggested. "Were never in an awkward situation. Never had people mad at you. Never been in compromising or vulnerable positions. Avoided dumb people. Never made mistakes. Never got invited to parties. Always did the right thing. Never did drugs or alcohol. Stayed abstinent. Didn't talk to anyone ever. Died alone, without ever really understanding people." A mischievous smile was on his face when he finished.
"What, are you regretting your high school life?" I quipped bitterly.
"Ha ha." He replied sarcastically. "I'm just saying, what you're experiencing right now is real emotion. It feels bad, I know, but it prepares you to be a better person in the future."
"And what if I want to be a better person now?" I asked him. "All of a sudden it's like I'm the bad guy, the asshole. And it's not just now. I feel like I've been the asshole for a while now and couldn't see it. What can I do to change that?"
"I think you already have. In fact, just now." Paul answered. "Ever played Spec Ops: The Line?"
"I don't play video games." I simply answered.
"Oh." Paul simply answered, then smiled. "Wow, you're quite the minority. At any rate, you can still make the changes. You just need to be aware of what you're changing."
At that point, it clued in to me that Paul was going in the wrong direction. And had been for quite a bit. "Um, Paul… My house is in the other direction." I said hesitantly.
Paul's back stiffened and his eyes widened. "Oh. Crap. Right." He murmured as he slowed down, then pulled into a random driveway. He turned around and started going the other way. "Sorry about that. I've gotten so used to driving home this way I guess I just did it out of reflex."
"It's okay." I said.
"See?" Paul asked, smiling again. "Not an asshole. You're being a bit hard on yourself, man. You're a freaking grade 9. Sorry, you're going to be immature. By grade 12 you'll see just how much it shaped you as a person. And yeah, the only thing that can make you a better person is actually trying to be a better person, but I think you're on that path now."
I nodded, but stayed silent.
"And go ahead and text Nicole if it makes you feel better." Paul added. "Apparently being sad or angry makes you an asshole by your logic. You talk like she made you happy."
"She does." I remarked.
"Then do things that make you happy. You might make mistakes along the way to doing happy things, but you can apologize and learn from those. Doing things you don't love out of obligation then being bitter about it isn't going to make you a better person."
"Weren't you the one who told me not to text her last time I got a ride with you?" I asked him.
"You're talking as if I'm always right." He retaliated. "Besides, that was so you could grow as an individual. If you're going to be sad, it's not worth it. I'd rather you be happy and a little shallow rather than your own miserable person. You can work on your individuality in many ways. My suggestion was just one way. But if you find it isn't working, maybe you just need a friend in your life, one you know well, one that makes you feel better. Maybe that's what Nicole provides for you."
The folksy wisdom of the ancient senior rang true as far as I was concerned. I whipped out my cell phone and looked up Nicole in my message history.
Hey. I'm sorry. For everything. I texted her.
But even after Paul dropped me off and said his goodbyes, she didn't answer back.
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