Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.
Author's Note: This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a long series. I am new to writing erotic fiction and I would appreciate any constructive feedback that you may have. It takes place across several categories, so please follow me for new chapters.
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Chapter 4: Mrs. Costa
I awoke to sunlight streaming through the part in my curtains. You know, that space that you can never seem to successfully get to stay closed the whole night. The beams had worked their way across my face and were now penetrating my eyelids in an attempt to do what my mother had failed at a few hours prior. I covered my face with my pillow in a noble attempt at prolonging my sleep, but alas it was to no avail; I was awake.
I did not want to be awake. I couldn't imagine anything that I wanted less at that moment. I know this sounds like hyperbole, but every cell in my body begged for me to return to the bliss of being asleep and unaware of my hangover. My head was pounding from whatever I had partaken in the night before, and at least for the moment, I had no recollection of what exactly that was. I knew that I had been at a party at Devin's house and that I had been eating Jell-o shots of unknown strength early in the evening. After that, your guess is as good as mine.
I do remember Alevia arriving wearing the outfit that I had told her to. A white button-up blouse tied closed just below her breasts. Her cleavage was spilling out as the shirt pushed her breasts together. Her nipples were just barely covered by the fabric, but it did not matter much as the material was sheer enough that one could begin to make them out anyway.
If that was not enough to drive the guys and honestly most of the girls at the party crazy, Alevia was also wearing the shortest skirt she owned. I remember telling her to forego panties, but I do not remember if she had been brave enough to follow through.
Turning every head except the ones too drunk to notice Alevia had walked towards me sitting on a couch with Malory to my right. Malory was dressed slightly more conservatively than Alevia, but her dress still managed to show off her amazing legs and was cut low enough to let everyone know she was wearing a white and pink lacy bra.
As Alevia reached me she knelt at my feet placing her hands on her knees, her skirt falling around her feet hiding her heels as her ass rested on them.
"What can I do for you master?"
After that is when things go a bit fuzzy. I remember playing beer pong at some point, and I recall that someone started a game of truth or dare. The details and even the order of these games eluded me until they were eventually filled in for me.
As I gave up on falling back asleep I reached down to adjust my cock. Like most mornings I was sporting some pretty intense morning wood. Having nothing better to do, and not wanting to test what I felt like standing up, I began to stroke myself. As I did I could feel the residue from whatever I had gotten up to the night before. It was dried on my cock and a bit crusty. Whatever it was I was not going to let myself be concerned as my increased horniness seemed to be helping my headache, although not as much as I had hoped.
Given what had transpired over the previous months I had a few guesses, all involving Alevia and Malory. I had been having pretty regular sex with each of them since the first week of school. The intensity of which had been increasing as the weeks flew by. It was not a far stretch that I had ended up fucking either one of them or perhaps both, the previous night.
Malory was still helping me hone the skills that coincided with my sexual premonitions, although our lessons were now more focused on making each other cum. After my initial episode, she guided me to be able to foresee the desires of a future sexual partner. More recently I had honed it to the point of being able to subconsciously control the actions of my partner during sex. I had succeeded in this manipulation with both Malory and more impressively Alevia. I was limited to actions that my partner was naturally willing to partake in, but I still found it liberating to forego the awkwardness of discussing our deep sexual desires.
Malory, who shared this gift with me, had also been practicing her skills. While she had more experience she was still learning where her limits lay as well. Her current target was our history teacher Mrs. Franklin. We had shared a mutual premonition about her the first week of school, but so far nothing had come of it.
Since that premonition, Malory had been working on subconsciously persuading Mrs. Franklin to give in to her desire to engage sexually with her students. From what Malory could tell Mrs. Franklin's sexual desires towards her students ran deep, only currently being held back by the fear of the loss of her job, husband, and credibility that could result from sleeping with a student.
We could not say for certain the extent to which Malory had made progress, but it did seem that Mrs. Franklin had been dressing more sexually suggestive over the last week. It was nothing major or anything that would catch the eyes of the administration, but we could tell. Especially when her skirt ran up her thighs as she sat on the front of her desk during lectures. It was little things like an inch or two shorter on the hems of her skirts, or a textured bra that barely shown through her top. It was enough to give us hope, especially since she was easily the most attractive teacher, to begin with.
Malory and I had continued our almost daily hook-ups at my car during lunch. I suspected that my friend Devin's mom had been watching us, but I had not yet worked up the courage to confront her. I did not want her telling anyone about our public sex, but I feared being wrong about her watching even more. So far it seemed like she had kept it to herself, if she was indeed watching, which made me feel like I could wait until the right time to approach her.
Beyond our lunchtime encounters Malory and I found time for a few more intimate hookups, but mostly we just kept in touch via our phones. We discussed our gifts and how we thought we could best use them, but for the most part, it was just speculation and fantasy. We did share the desire to have a threesome with Alevia, who would certainly be down for it, but we had not found a time that worked for all three of us. At least not a time that gave us long enough to fully treasure the experience.
Alevia was different from Malory. This was true in many respects, but why I mention it is because she did not know about my gifts; not yet at least. I had been meaning to tell her, but I did not know how to exactly. How do you convince someone of something like this? Malory had agreed with me that it was best to wait to tell Alevia until we had a way to demonstrate it. Plus, when I did tell her I ran the risk of her feeling she had been tricked into everything we had done.
While it was true that I had used my powers on her, it was equally true that she had desired everything that she had participated in. Which, for the most part, was to delve deeper and deeper into BDSM. It had started with some light bondage and punishments such as spanking. Since then, however, it had evolved into more of a D/s relationship.
This had come about because I had wanted to dress her, which I have now done remotely for the last two weeks. She sent me photos of all of her clothes, which luckily were not as many as Malory had. I took the time to organize them and pre-select outfits that I found the most appealing. At first, it was a lot of short skirts and revealing tops, but after a week of that, I realized that sometimes a more conservative look could be a turn-on as well. This previous week I had focused on more professional outfits, especially utilizing her collection of glasses. I think we both enjoyed the change-up.
That is not to say that I did not have her dress like a true slut when I was coming over for some fun. During these encounters, we were perfecting our binding techniques, and experimenting more and more with punishments that aroused the both of us. The last few times we had tested the waters of humiliation as well. I should also note that we had been filming everything. It was something that we discover we both enjoyed when we live-streamed Malory one time, but since then it has taken on a whole new meaning to us.
I enjoyed the artistic side of filming our encounters in ways that were interesting beyond the sex. Of course, the sex was the focus, but I tried to show more than just a cunt being ravished by a cock. Alevia was simply a slave to the exhibitionistic side of it all, which made it easy to persuade her to do whatever I wanted her to do for the camera. After our last hook up we had discussed a way to distribute the films that we had been making.
Since we were both 18 we were not worried about the legality of it, but we were not sure about our fellow students, our teachers, and ultimately our parents finding out. This had left us with the desire for people to see what we had been working on, but the desire to do so anonymously.
We had toyed with the idea of censoring our faces or simply putting it on some obscure porn site and hoping no one recognized us. Given that everyone we knew looked at some form of porn we figure that was not the way to go. For the time being, we simply sent the videos to Malory, who enjoyed them and claimed that she kept them to herself. It was enough to satisfy Alevia's desires and I got some good feedback about my camera work.
As I continued to lay in bed the events of the previous night were still not coming to me. I realized that I must have gotten significantly more wasted than I had planned. I could feel the pounding in my head as the sunlight hurt my eyes. My stomach felt empty, but the thought of food made me queasy. I was still idly stroking my cock. It still seemed to make me feel better, although I had no real desire to put in enough work to climax.
Sitting up I realized that the rest of the day was going to be tough. Normally when my drinking left me hungover it was nothing that a shower, some coffee, and a few slices of bacon would not cure. Today felt different. Today felt like death. I once again contemplated trying to close my curtains further and getting back in bed, but the calls of my mother from downstairs alerted me that I had a visitor.
I pushed myself off my bed and managed to pull on a clean pair of boxers as I heard the knock on my door. It was not loud, but it resonated in my head like the banging of a thousand drums. This was not the dull tones of Taiko, but the harshness of out-of-sink snare drums setting the tempo for an undisciplined marching band.
"Come in," I mumbled assuming that it was either Alevia or Malory coming to check on me.
My cock was no longer hard, but it was still full enough that it was still pushing out against the fabric of my underwear. You could clearly see what I had to offer, which while not massive was more than enough for the two women that I had been with. As I turned to see which one of those two girls was checking in on me I made no attempt to cover up more than I already had. This proved to be an awkward decision as neither Malory nor Alevia walked through my door.
Instead in walked a head of platinum blonde hair attached to a thin yet full chested girl. Marissa was looking fresh and spritely as usual, which was shocking given I vaguely remembered her being at the party. In fact, I believe that at one point she was drunker than I was. Obviously, she had had the wherewithal to stop while she was ahead. Something that I was currently regretting more and more that I had lacked.
"Hey, Scott!"
