Author's note-All characters in this story are at least eighteen-years old.
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"Jamie, your partner will be Jasmine." Mrs. Brown said, directing her words to the seated eighteen-year old boy.
Jamie emitted an heavy sigh before rubbing his face with his hands. He said, "This would be better if I could complete the project as a one-man army."
Mrs. Brown did not speak. She turned her focus to a different student in the class filled with not-too-experienced, lust-driven teenagers. Jamie, who thought more with his mind and not what was in his underwear, trained his eyes on Lorenzo.
"This is the worst." Jamie said to the Italian seated next to him.
"I got Frank, who seems more like a abusive rapist than anything." Lorenzo said.
"Don't keep Emma alone with him." Jamie said before turning his focus to Rachel, who prayed in an actual classroom. She stopped praying. "Pray for me, Rachel."
Rachel prayed.
Jamie nodded his head at an slow pace, aware the Christian girl would not hesitate to pray for a friend.
"Thanks, Rache. Next test, I have your back." Jamie said when the girl stopped praying
Rachel shook her head. She said, "God looks down at cheaters."
Jamie opened his mouth, filled his mind with potential phrases he could say.
A feminine hand tapped him, got his attention. The hand's owner gave him a torn paper with an address on it.
"Good. Your place will be better than mine." Jamie said without bringing his attention to the girl near him, attempting to hide the fact he lived in an mansion most people would crave to live inside.
The girl retreated to her desk.
At lunch, while students sunk their teeth into pizza, various kinds of food, or sipped drinks, Jamie sat near Abraham, Tyrone, Trish.
"I don't understand you, man. You said that bitch with the big tits is your partner for that project, but you don't seem too excited. You must suck guys off in your spare time." Abraham said as Jamie kept his eyes trained on Jasmine, who took steps towards a table.
"Fuck you." Jamie said. Jasmine's huge breasts were her best quality, but Jamie did not intend on spending time with the girl if it was not school-related. He nudged Abraham. "If I wanted to, I could have her."
Abraham shrugged.
Trish dropped her burger. She leaned forward a bit, seated across Jamie.
"I think Abraham's right. You not going crazy over a huge titted girl is gay." Trish said before pointing a thin finger at Jamie, as disrespectful as urinating on a comatose woman. "You seen me in just a towel at my house before. And you didn't even try to take it off me. My pussy had one thing preventing you from seeing it. Jamie, the smartie, is gay. It's always the smart ones."
Abraham and Tyrone laughed.
Heat coursed through Jamie, rageful.
He let no words leave his mouth.
"Relax, bro." Abraham said, slapping Jamie's back. "I had two girls at the same time last night. You guys know me. I don't get attached. Jamie, let me bring you the two bitches to have fun with. They will make you as straight as the thin line between Rachel and God."
Jamie frowned. He said, "No. I'm fine. And I'm not gay."
"Yo, we'll still love you if you were." Tyrone said.
Jamie grabbed his food tray, his friends making him as repulsed as seeing your mom in a gangbang.
"This is getting irritating. I'm going to talk about school stuff to that girl I swear I can get if I wanted." Jamie said, attempting to be suave.
"We believe you're straight, man." Abraham said as Jamie left his seat, making the other friends laugh.
"Tell me about yourself, project partner. Are you smart enough to handle my brain?" Jamie said when he sat across Jasmine. No students were near their seats.
Jasmine chuckled. She said, "As long as your brain isn't in your penis."
Jamie's three friends slipped into his mind.
He turned his head to their table. Trish sucked on her thumb, pulled it out her mouth, gestured to Frank, pointed to Jamie.
Tyrone and Abraham laughed, savoring the Jamie-is-gay joke.
"Like my brain, my penis is good." Jamie said to Jasmine when he shifted his focus to her.
Jasmine laughed.
Jamie had the longing to see his friends not laugh. He had to make them see Jasmine enjoying his company.
"You're going to be a fun partner. And you didn't stare at my breasts like a deranged incel." Jasmine said.
The boy glanced at the huge, clothed tits.
Jamie turned his focus to his burger. He said, "You have really big breasts. Just an observation."
"And my parents are observing Canada. I wanted to go, but school got in the way." Jasmine said. She lifted her milk carton from her tray. "What's being popular like?"
Not revealing the fact he had one-thousand dollars in his pocket, Jamie said, "It gives you an advantage."
"Does it give you big advantages?" Jasmine said in a tone belonging to a person desperate for sex.
Jamie flashed her a grin. He said, "As big as it needs to be."
He took his tray, left.
When he was among friends again, Jamie sat as sweet satisfaction filled him.
"You said some witty, sexy, shit before you left her hanging, right? Please tell me you did." Trish said, more excited than Jamie.
Jamie did not speak, sunk his teeth into his burger.
"I take back the gay Jamie thing." Abraham said with high respect, speaking to Jamie like someone would speak to their dad. "Let me know if you want some extra pussy, though."
After school, Jamie took steps into Jasmine's home after she sent a text informing him she would leave her front door unlocked.
"It's Jamie!" the boy said before closing the door.
"Great! I'm upstairs!" a voice said, yelling.
Jamie rubbed his hands together, inspected the living room much smaller than his own.
He was in a girl classmate's home, which was not new to him.
Being in a girl classmate's home while her parents were away, established the perfect opportunity for sex with that girl.
Jamie ran a hand through his hair, hoping he could restrain himself from making his urge to titty-fuck Jasmine lead to a moment that makes the class project find zero progress today.
"Be smart. Focus on the project." Jamie said in an low tone.
He clenched his fists, unclenched them, ascended the steps leading to the home's second floor.
In a bedroom, Jasmine sat on a bed while removing her shirt. When she grabbed a white shirt, Jamie shifted his focus to her bra-encased breasts.
His cock grew hard.
"You probably never seen a girl change before." Jasmine said when she had her white shirt on.
Jamie chuckled. He said, "Just not one with big breasts."
He had to use wit to his advantage, make his friends see Jasmine lust for him as much as incels lust for the nearest pussy in class.
"This whole moment seems like a bad erotica story. We have a project to do. I brought my notebook. We'll plan today, get stuff seriously done tomorrow." Jamie said before removing his backpack. He sat next to Jasmine, his expensive jeans meeting the girl's pink comforter. "Okay, so-"
"This is stupid. Can we plan tomorrow? We'll have all the materials then." Jasmine said, as if she intended on prolonging the project for as long as possible. "Honestly, I just need a friend. My life is lonely."
Emotional problems.
