*** All people in this story are over the age of 18***
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Kelly tapped her pencil on the desk. Class was boring today. Class was boring every day. Her teacher, Mrs. Greene, lectured. This was Kelly's last year of school, but Mrs. Greene made it as boring the first day of College. Kelly needed some excitement in her life.
Kelly's phone vibrated. She already knew who it was. No one else would text her during class. It was a text message from her best friend, Kevin. The message read, "John is staring at you." Kelly ignored it. Kevin knew she was trying to pay attention to Mrs. Greene. Kelly could not afford to fail this class, and Kelly could not afford to waste any more time on John.
If John did not understand she was not interested in him yet, he was a total retard. Kelly's phone vibrated again. It was Kevin. "Look at me," read the text. Kelly turned around to look at Kevin. He sat two seats behind her. Kevin was tall, reasonably athletic, and had kind eyes. Kelly could not understand why he had not found a girlfriend yet. Any girl would be lucky to have him. Kevin spoke to Kelly without making any noise. Kelly read his lips. "John is creepy," he said. Kelly blew him a kiss. Thanks for watching out for me but I can handle myself she thought. Kevin was the only reason she could survive this boring class sometimes.
That was odd. The guy sitting behind her, John, was staring at her. Kevin was right. Kelly could feel something was off. There was a fire behind those eyes. Desire. Those were not the dejected eyes she had saw when she first told him to leave her alone forever. John scanned Kelly's body as if it was an object to own rather than a person. Kelly could almost feel him trying will her to speak to him.
Kelly turned to face the front of the class again. She looked down at her phone. She texted Kevin. "I think you need to pay attention in class and stop flirting with me," she said.
"I think you need to just give into my charm at least I'm not a creep," he replied.
"I'll think about it." Kelly would swear she could feel Johns eyes on the back of her neck.
Her phone beeped. A text message from John popped up. That was odd. She did not remember him being a contact on her phone. The message said, "Do you want to play a game?"
"How did you get my number?"
"Calm down," he replied. Kelly's heart slowed down and she took a deep breath.
"Okay," she replied.
"Let me phrase it differently. Without going into too many details I have a lot of power I have been hiding from you. You know, I thought I could get you to like me without it. Now, I don't care anymore. I get what I want. I don't want to be too unfair but you're playing a game with me now. When you lose you will become my cock worshiping slave. If you win, you wont win, I will leave you alone. Let us get on the with the game. You will be given four challenges. I'll give you the first challenge. Challenge number one: Keep your clothes on. Now forget you read this message and put your phone away." Kelly complied.
Kelly looked up at Mrs. Greene. She wore a red sweater. It was unflattering. Kelly wondered what kind of body was hidden underneath all those clothes. Everything Mrs. Greene wore was unflattering. Her students could only imagine what was underneath. Not that Kelly wondered, she was straight. Mrs. Greene learned early in her teaching career that male students were barely capable of controlling their hormones. 18-year-old males were not known for their self-control. Mrs. Greene wore a skirt on her first day of teaching. A student by the name of Daryl had the audacity to flip up her skirt and smack her "phat" ass.
That day changed Mrs. Greene attitude towards her students completely. She walked into that classroom ready to befriend all her students. Mrs. Greene originally wanted to be the cool teacher, not any more. She came down on that class with righteous judgment. She literally threw Daryl out of the class. After she phoned the office and told Principal Snoopes what happened, She was free to address the class. The class laughed, boys whistled, girls whispered about how Mrs. Greene must have liked the attention otherwise she would not have worn that skirt. Mrs. Greene stared them all down. Her eyes were cold and lifeless like a doll's eyes.
The catcalling stopped. It was too late. Mrs. Greene sent everyone to the office. That day one phrase became ingrained in the school's collective conscious. Mrs. Greene is a bitch. Mrs. Greene tried to live up to her reputation. Every day she got better at it.
Kelly did not know any of these things. She could however see the result. Mrs. Greene was a bitch. Kelly wondered for a moment if she was going to become like Mrs. Greene one day in the future. That could not happen. Kelly was not a slut, but she was not a bitch either. She was just a normal girl. She looked like an average high school girl. Her breast may have been a bit larger than her classmates. That was all. Kelly felt something hit her in the back of her head. It took her out of her thoughts.
Kelly twisted around in her seat. She looked down at the ground. It was an eraser. She looked at the boy that sat behind her. It was John. John was the younger brother of Daryl. Balls of steel were hereditary. He had the same wandering hands. Kelly did not like that. Kelly had heard a rumor about him. They say when John got a girl alone he could make her do whatever he wants. It was as if John could control girls. Kelly doubted it. High schoolers are stupid and say stupid things. Some girls just lacked self control. There was no way John was anything special. Kelly did not think he looked special or even cute.
John smiled at Kelly. Kelly felt a wave of calmest rolled over her body. All of her muscles just relaxed. Kelly smiled back at John. John was kind of hot. She could imagine herself give him a hand job in the back of the room. It would be so much fun. Her hand under the desk just teasing him. Exposing his member to the cold classroom air. Praying no one saw them. No, that could not be right. Kelly shook her head. She was not a slut. She should not be imagining these things.
Kelly rubbed her thighs together. She turned her attention back to Mrs. Greene. Mrs. Greene droned on about the lesson topic. Kelly found herself daydreaming again. Not about Mrs. Greene. Kelly was only attracted to men. Men like John. No men like...
An eraser hit her on the back of the head. Kelly whipped around in her seat to give John a piece of her mind. Her eyes took in the sight in front of her. John's hands was moving up and down rapidly under his desk. That was so strange. Kelly stared at John hoping to decipher what he was doing. John's cock was out in the open. Kelly could see the base of it coming out of his pants. It was hard, throbbing. His hand stroked up and down over his average sized dick. Kelly had watched a couple of pornos in her formative years. John could not compare to any of those porn stars. But it looked tasty. Kelly's mouth watered.
Kelly found her eyes being drawn towards John's dick. That same wave of calmest ran over her. She watched John's hand slide up and down his long thick cock. It was almost hypnotic. A thread of saliva fell from the corner of Kelly's mouth. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head of his penis. Kelly wanted to wrap her warm, wet mouth around it.
BANG. Kelly turned back around. Mrs. Greene had slammed her hand down on Kelly's desk. "Is there something behind you more interesting than my current lesson Kelly?" Mrs. Greene spat.
Kelly shook her head. She felt like she was just waking up from a bad dream. "No, Mrs. Greene." Kelly felt pressure building behind her forehead. Kelly found herself saying, "I've been a bad girl, Mrs. Greene." Why did Kelly sound like she was an actor in a cheap porn?
Mrs. Greene smirked. "Looks like I will have to make you pay attention." Mrs. Greene grabbed the hem of her own sweater. She pulled her sweater over her head. Kelly looked at Mrs. Greene's flesh the same way that senior class did when Daryl flipped up her skirt with lust. Kelly wanted to reach out and grab Mrs. Greene's tits. For some reason.
Mrs. Greene then placed her hands into her pants and slid them down. Kelly's gaze followed the pants down Mrs. Greene's body.
