Font Of Fertility Ch 35

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All Characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the Font of Fertility series. I suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This chapter includes semi-public teasing, fingering, reunions and a ticket to the gun show.

Jeremiah starts to get things rolling at school, and preps his bodyguard for work.

Returning Dramatis Personae

- Jeremiah 'Jerry' Grant - Seat of Fertility, aka. Powerful Sex Shaman

- Jay Douglas - Jerry's best guy friend from high school

- Mr Pulman - Ancient History Teacher

- Aidra Allard - Petite goth girl from Jerry and Lauren's school, Fuck buddy, Witch

- Benji - Jerry's guy friend from high school, the one with the attitude

- Lauren Baxley - Public girlfriend, Jerry's Prime in the magic world, closest friend and confidant

- Zena Washington - Black high school music student and track star, 'all legs' athletic, Ascended, into being Dominated/Ordered.

- Lindsey Parker - Girlfriend/Concubine, gal-genius, former neighbour of the Baxleys

- Annalise Stoker - Concubine/Girlfriend, Fire Mage

- Maya Stoker - Annalise's younger sister

Referenced Characters

- Emily - Cheerleader classmate of Jerry and Lauren. Total bitch. Tried to get Jerry to show her his cock.

- Beth Winters - Tall, blonde Polish girl from high school with a great ass, Emily's close frenemy

- Ashley - Jordan's friend, Emily's older sister. Had sex at the New Year's Party.

- Stacey Wilde - Girlfriend/Concubine, athletic, old family friend of the Grants

- Miss Morrison, Janet - Jerry's high school English teacher, well endowed brunette, has been in his sex dreams, widowed

- Maria Lancaster - Hot half-Latina mean girl from high school, perpetual naive expression, in Emily's clique

- Leandro de la Roca - Spanish Paladín of the Orden de la Espada de Piedra, protector of the Stone Sword, Sworn bodyguard to Jerry

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It's funny how anger works sometimes - now that I knew Emily was behind the big rumour circulating about me around the school, I was suddenly feeling more aggressive towards the people buying into it. I mean, it was coming from fucking

Emily,

the bitchiest bitch in the entire Goddamn school.

And

the well-known sluttiest girl, so the hypocrisy of the accusations was kind of wild. How did anyone take her seriously?

Then again, she was hot. That went a long way. And apparently, she put out even more than anyone knew if she was tracking down every rumour of someone having sex and wanted a piece. That probably bought her some goodwill from the guys, too.

My anger, once I had a chance to process it a bit sitting next to Jay in my first-period class, was more about how fucking

petty

it was. Like... she demanded I have sex with her, I told her no

or

she needed to talk to Lauren, and her response was to spread rumours across the entire school. She was willing to try and ruin my life and reputation in particular, but also Lauren and Aidra's by association, because I wouldn't immediately stick my dick in her.

"Dude," Jay muttered, nudging me. "What is going on? Your phone is vibrating like fucking crazy."

"Mm," I grunted, fishing it out of my pocket and checking it. There were dozens of messages in the group chat with the girls - I'd texted Lauren what Beth had told me, and that she'd be looking for my girlfriend to talk. I had no doubt the girls were scheming some sort of revenge plot. "Nothing," I said quietly to Jay. Mr Pulman was lecturing at the front of the class and we had to be quiet, pretty much talking out of the sides of our mouths.

"Bullshit," Jay said back while still looking forward.

"Emily started the rumours," I sighed.

He glanced at me, eyes raised, then snapped his attention back to the teacher. "For real? Why?"

That was when I realised he didn't know what had happened. Instead of trying to tell him in whispers, I flipped to a new page in my notebook and quickly wrote out the whole thing with her confronting me before Christmas break, and her demands, and being weird when I ran into her at the mall, and then sleeping with her sister on New Year's. There was a lot of underlining of words like 'crazy' and 'insane.' I passed the long note to Jay, and he almost choked on his own spit as he was reading, and soon he was making notes right back. Big question marks, 'WTF?!'s and 'Really???' were most prominent.

"Mr Douglas, would you mind informing the class of what seems to be so distracting about your notes?" Pulman asked from the front with a raised voice.

"Nothing, sir," Jay said quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Then you wouldn't mind reading the last note you took, to illuminate us?" Pulman asked.

"Uh..." Jay looked down at the paper, resisted the urge to look at me, and then looked back up at the teacher. "I don't know if you want me to do that, sir."

"Please, enlighten us."

Jay blew out a breath, and now he did glance at me with a

'Well, he insisted'

expression. "The last thing I wrote is 'Holy shit, I can't believe that crazy bitch Emily made up all that shit about you because you shot her down back before Christmas.'"

I could have kissed him. To be fair, he

had

written something close to it, but he'd added a few clarifying details - particularly her name - for clarity's sake.

The guffaws, followed by peals of laughter, through the class overpowered Mr Pulman's shouting for a long moment, and he stormed towards us and snatched the paper out of Jay's hands. "We'll talk about this after class," he said with a dark tone, then about-faced and headed back to the front. It took a good five minutes for him to get the class back in order, and he seemingly pretended that the whole thing hadn't happened for the next half hour while Jay and I paid strict attention without uttering a word to each other, checking our phones or anything else.

At the end of class, Pulman dismissed everyone but gave me and Jay a very clear glare, communicating without words that we should stay where we were. As the rest of the class was filing out we were like silent pariahs that everyone was whispering about and staring at, but unable to approach. Pulman went to his desk and pulled out the sheet of paper, sitting down in his chair and reading the note in full while we waited.

I was very fucking glad that I started the whole story with Emily cornering me in the classroom, and not with how she did it because of hearing about me fucking Lauren in the girl's locker room.

He must have read it two or three times before he looked up at us. "Approach," he said sternly.

Jay and I looked at each other for a moment before grabbing our stuff and standing, shuffling down the aisle of desks to him. He had the note in one hand, held lightly, and his other was flat on the desktop like he was stopping himself from either crumpling it up or clenching a fist in general.

"What you've written here, Jeremiah, is quite the accusation. It's also got some details I'm going to

ignore

since they happened outside of school hours, off of school grounds." I had, unfortunately, just given him proof I'd fucked Ashley - and he'd probably

taught

Ashley at some point since he covered the lower-grade history courses. "Are you being entirely truthful with this, ah, 'recent history' of yours, or is this embellished at all?"

"I wasn't intending to embellish anything, sir," I said. "If anything, I held back some of the creepy shit she did."

He sighed, shaking his head and looking down at the paper again. "And I assume this is in regards to the rumours that have been going on about you?"

"Isn't it a little weird that the

teachers

all knew about it within like, a period, sir?" Jay suggested.

"I don't have actual, like, hard evidence it was her," I said. "But a witness, someone who

would

know if it was her, told me it was. I don't think she'd be willing to tell that story to teachers or anything, though."

Pulman shook his head again, looking at the note and sighing before setting it down. "And I assume there aren't any witnesses to the

other

event you described here at the start?"

I shook my head. "It was the end of the day, in an empty classroom," I said. "So who would believe me over her, especially if she just tried to reverse the story?"

Pulman drummed his fingers on the desk quickly and tutted softly under his breath. "Alright," he said. "Jay, pull that sort of stunt in here again and I'll walk you down to the office myself, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Jay said.

"Jeremiah, what you've described here is harassment and potential assault," Pulman said. "But I don't blame your intuition that it might not have been taken seriously, and now you're in a position of working from behind and fighting against these rumours. If anything else happens, come and tell me, alright? I

will

try to help you with it, but I can't do that if you don't speak up. Understood?"

"Understood, sir," I said.

He levelled his gaze at me. "Don't try to get back at her," he said. "That wouldn't help your case in any way." He glanced down at the note again, and I didn't need to try and read his mind to know he was thinking something along the lines of

'Plus, you already fucked her sister.'

"I promise that I won't try and pursue some sort of revenge, sir," I said.

"Good," he nodded, then gestured towards the door. "You can go. Be safe out there."

Jay and I both mumbled our thanks and headed out into the corridor.

"You're really not going to do anything to her?" Jay asked a little incredulously. "Especially now that you

know

it's her?"

"I don't need to," I said. "Lauren and Aidra are handling it."

***---***---***

I was right, the group chat with my girls was running wild with ideas for getting back at Emily. It turns out that when you combine the creative brain power and anger of six intelligent women (apparently Annalise

and

Maya had even chipped in ideas when Stacey had called Anna while she was driving) you get some pretty devious plans forming.

The reality of the situation was that 'my revenge' was probably going to be the same as it was already planned to be. I was going to fuck each of her friends, and as many of the cheerleaders as were willing. And because she apparently couldn't handle being told No, she'd either build into a rage and completely pop, or she'd break and need to beg Lauren for permission.

Of course, I had no doubt that Aidra would also heap Bad Luck magic on her too, and I almost felt bad knowing what sort of an end to her senior year that Emily was about to have.

English with Morrison went by without anything weird happening, other than Aidra acknowledging that she already had the news and quickly filling in Benji. Miss Morrison

might

have flushed a little at one point when she was coming around the room and asked how I was like she did with everyone every couple of days, but I also might have been reading into something that wasn't there.

At the end of class, we headed out into the hallway, murmuring our goodbyes to Morrison. "Alright," Aidra said. "I'll see you later, I'm going Cunt Hunting."

"Just hold on," I said, catching her arm and tugging her back to me. She let me pull her close and looked up at me with a tough expression that was hindered by her cuteness. "How about we touch base with Lauren first? Because she and the girls have been cooking in their group chat and I'd rather you go with a planned out idea than just kicking her in the uterus."

"I wore my battle boots today for a reason," she sighed. Aidra really had worn boots; thick black combat boots that might have even been steel-toed.

"Plan first," I repeated myself. "I don't want you getting suspended or expelled."

She gave me a look that said

'You wouldn't let that happen'

and then shrugged. "Fine," she said, grabbing my hand. "Then let's go find Lauren."

"Jesus," Benji sighed, shaking his head as he fell into step with us. "Fucking insanity."

We went and collected our lunches and met up in the Caf with Jay and Lauren. We traded news, or what news we had, and Lauren pulled me outside into the cold for a momentary private conversation.

"So Beth found me," she said. "We talked."

"OK," I said.

"I think you shook her to her fucking core, babe," Lauren said with a grin.

"How so? Or why do you think that?"

"Because it was the first real conversation we've had in years. And she kept mentioning you, and tested the waters about you giving her really personal compliments and mentioning her ass to figure out if I was actually OK with it or not," Lauren said. "I don't think she's at 'jump on your dick' yet but she's definitely started to wonder what that direction would look like."

I grunted softly and then sighed. "Look," I said. "Whatever you and Aidra decide to do about Emily... no blackmail, no coercion, right? And that includes the whole 'fuck her friends' plan. I don't need to

like

Maria or the cheerleaders to have sex with them, but Beth feels different. Don't try to manipulate her into it somehow."

"Oh," Lauren said, raising her eyebrows. "Wow. That fast, huh?"

"What do you mean, 'that fast?'"

"You like her," Lauren said with a little smirk. "You don't want to hit it and quit it. You'd want something at least Tala-ish."

"I want her to have better friends," I countered. "Which includes you in particular."

"But you wouldn't

not

sleep with her," Lauren said.

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously."

"OK, that's all I need to know," my girlfriend said. "Maria, the cheerleaders, wham-bam thank you ma'am. Beth is a tier above and will be treated as such, which you're right and I do agree; she's different from the others. And speaking of tiers of hook-ups, are you doing anything with Zena today? You didn't do anything yesterday, but we were a little preoccupied."

"I don't have the spells ready yet," I said. "At least not without burning more power than I would get out of it."

"Well, you should do

something.

Tease her a bit, like extended foreplay," Lauren said.

"OK," I said. "I'll figure something out."

"Good," she replied, leaning in and wrapping her arms around me. Our clouding breath mingled in the cold as we stared into each other's eyes. "You know I'm having fun going on the hunt for girls for you to fuck, but it's only fun because I have you, right?"

I hugged her back, pulling her even closer. "I know," I said. "And you know I'd stop it all if you needed me to?"

"I know," she said. "Well... you'd stop anyone

else

. If I ever have a mental break, or someone tries to impersonate me or something, just know I'll

never

willingly ask you to stop having sex with the harem. It would be too fucking cruel to stop you from loving them, and them from loving you."

"God, we're fucking weird," I sighed, squeezing her tighter.

"The best kind of weird," she chuckled.

We headed back into the caf, getting some annoyed glances and grumbles from the nearest tables as we let in a blast of cold air, and returned to our table. Aidra had, thankfully, not torn Benji and Jay to shreds or reduced them to tears.

"So what's the plan, then?" Jay asked.

"You want to help?" Lauren asked back.

"Well, yeah," he said. "You take a shot at one of us, you take a shot at all of us, right? You wouldn't let her get away with it if she was making up stuff about me."

"Are you in too, Benji?" Lauren asked.

"Um... yeah, sure," Benji said, clearly less gung-ho about getting into a vendetta feud with the mean girl clique.

"Well, we officially have a plan," Lauren said. "But it's flexible and adaptable based on arising opportunities. So if you happen to be useful and available at the time one of those opportunities comes up, I'll let you know."

"Well, if we're not doing something

immediately

," Aidra said, drawing out the word before turning to me. "I'm stuck in detention after school, so do you wanna go find a place for a quick fuck right now?"

I almost choked on my sandwich, not being ready for her to be

that

blunt. Jay went a little red in the cheeks and looked away, while Benji sort of raised his eyebrows and nodded his head down, looking past his brow in shock.

"Can I finish my sandwich first?" I mumbled after swallowing the food in my mouth.

"Sure," Aidra grinned.

"Je-sus," Jay sighed.

"It's a whole new world," Lauren said. "Better get used to it, buddy. Sorry."

He just shook his head.

"Speaking of, uh, new worlds," Benji said. "Have you thought any more about that height thing?"

"He's been a little busy, Benji," Lauren said.

"I'm sorry, dude," I said.

He shrugged. "No, I get it I guess. It's just, like, 'magic is real' but it hasn't done anything for me yet except give me fucking anxiety."

"Jesus, you can be a little bitch sometimes, huh Benji?" Aidra said.

"Hey!"

"OK, that's enough," Lauren said, holding out her hands. "No need to get nasty. And he

just

helped you with that math test."

Aidra turned to me. "Are you done eating yet? Cause I wanna eat your meat."

Jay snorted so hard that his soda came out of his nose.

***---***---***

Aidra had a spot in mind, and we ended up fucking in the green room set off the back of the main stage in the gym. It was mostly used for storage unless the school play was on, and we weren't in the right season for that so it was nice and private. All I had to do was use a tiny ounce of power to unlock the door, and then we were at it quick and dirty.

"Fuck, that hit the spot, Jerry," she said, running her fingers through her bangs as she sighed happily. Her ass was propped up on what looked like the front end of a fake ship, her legs still slightly spread as she caught her breath. Her panties hadn't even come off, I'd just pulled them aside, and as I was pulling up my pants she pulled them back in place. "What are the chances we make this a daily thing? Cause I fuckin' love your dick game, even when it's fast like this."

"We'll talk to Lauren," I smirked and chuckled. "Her 'do what you want' policy might not hold up to daily fucks once the seeds she's planting are ready for harvesting."

"That's fair," Aidra said, hopping down and getting her foot into the leg of her tights that wasn't dangling from her ankle still. "Plus I guess I can't hope for longer sessions

after

school if I'm getting quickies

during

school."

"Aidra..." I said.

"I know," she said, standing up and putting a hand on my chest. "I know. We're just fuckbuddies."

"You know it's not because of the deal," I said.

She smiled, a little sadly. "I know that too."

Six girlfriends, plus Aidra. She couldn't be counted in that number. Couldn't be added to the group chats - the symbolism of her addition might affect her magically because that seemed to be half of what magic

was

. We couldn't make anything official, even if I wanted it and she wanted it and we both knew the other wanted it.

I already felt like she was one of them. One of us. But she just couldn't be.

"So you're fucking Zena, then?" Aidra asked. "Lauren didn't tell me much about that."

"Eventually," I said. "She has... wants that I need to work on."

Aidra raised an eyebrow, but I didn't explain further. "Well, you can use this room if you need to," she said. "It's not exactly a

big

secret, but as far as I know only the janitors and the front office have keys to it when it isn't School Play season."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, moving to her and picking her up by her petite waist, lifting her back onto the fake boat so I could kiss her. Our tongues teased and then started trading places, battling amidst our lips. She moaned softly, her hands coming up to cradle my jaw on both sides, and I was holding her outer thighs.