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Story title : Alan - Part 3
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Alan - 3 (M/F+, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Alan Loosens His Self-imposed Rules
***
The clock radio began pealing at 7am, and Alan used his
telekinetic power to flip the switch to silence it. It
was becoming second nature to move things with his mind,
but he only did it in the privacy of his bedroom.
Emerging from the shower a few minutes later he dressed
quickly and went down to get some breakfast. After a fast
bowl of cornflakes, a banana, and a cup of coffee he
headed out to school.
* * *
"License and registration," the cop at the side window
asked him. Alan didn't know why the cop had pulled him
over, but he was sure the policeman would tell him. They
always liked to rub you face in it by explaining what you
did wrong in an overcomplicated fashion. "Sir, you blew
through the stop sign at Westervelt Road." Alan was sure
the cop was telling the truth. He was distracted, both by
thoughts of Megan and thoughts of the Seed.
Alan looked at the cop and thought for a moment.
"Officer, I think you're mistaken. I came to a full and
complete stop. Looked both ways and then drove on," Alan
lied. The cop blinked a few times and seemed puzzled.
"I am sorry sir. You are right. You came to a full and
complete stop. Looked both ways and then drove on. I
don't know why I pulled you over. I'm going to let you go
now, and I hope I didn't make you late." Alan grinned as
he pulled away, watching the cop go back to the squad car
in the mirror. Cool. It was like that scene in 'Star
Wars' when Alec Guinness told the stormtroopers, "These
are not the droids you are looking for."
He was psyched, and in fact made excellent time to
school, arriving early enough to stick his head in at the
newspaper office. He made some comments in the margins of
a few articles that were waiting in his box, and left
them in the out box for the copy editors. The copy editor
would hash out Alan's comments with the reporter, and
then send it to layout.
Walking to home room he was approached by numerous people
offering their sympathies over his grandfather's death.
His homeroom teacher paused taking role when he reached
Alan's name to welcome him back. Two days out of school
had taken a toll on his sense of rhythm, and he was
further diverted by his anticipation of seeing Megan, and
thoughts of his new abilities.
His first period was a free period, and he was supposed
to go to study hall, but he usually spent free periods at
the newspaper office, one of the privileges of being in
charge. As homeroom let out he was making his way there
when he ran into his ex-girlfriend Pauline Van Devanter.
He and Pauline had been friends for a long time before
going out on a few dates.
They had decided that they were better off as friends,
and after the third and final date they had almost
simultaneously suggested that they "just be friends."
Pauline was also the sports page editor of the newspaper,
a job Alan had championed her for, never having gone to a
girl before. Pauline was a junior, about five feet tall
in her stocking feet, dark brown hair and blue eyes, with
a cute face.
The one problem with Pauline was her bitch of a sister,
Kate. Kate, for some reason, disliked Alan, and was never
one to hide her feelings. Kate was a senior like Alan,
and was the leader of a click of popular girls. The two
weeks that Pauline and Alan dated Kate made her hatred of
him show in a variety of ways. She even forced one of her
peons into make a pass at him, so as to drive a wedge
between him and her sister. Alan and Pauline were
standing in the hall chatting, Pauline offering her
sympathies.
Hundreds of students were milling about them, and Pauline
had to stand close to him so they could hear each other.
Alan had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and
Pauline had placed her hand on his forearm. Just as they
were about to part company Kate came around the corner,
and seeing them made a beeline to confront her sister.
"Haven't you had enough of that loser?" she sneered at
her sister. Pauline knew better than to respond. Kate was
a drama queen, and she wanted no part of this scene.
Leaving Alan with a friendly peck on the cheek, she gave
him a hand gesture indicating that she wanted Alan to
call her later. Alan nodded and shot her a smile,
watching Pauline leave, but Kate's blood was riled up,
and she was itching for a confrontation with Alan.
Even though Alan was fairly popular, he wasn't a member
of the Truman H.S. elite. Sure, he was invited to some of
the better parties, but not all of them, like Kate the
Social Butterfly. Kate thought herself superior to him,
and even though her kid sister wasn't on the same social
plateau as her, she resented the fact that Pauline hung
out the likes of Alan Marshall. When he briefly dated her
sister she took it a personal affront. After Pauline left
Kate began to needle Alan, unnerved by the stupid grin on
his face.
Alan had decided to humiliate Kate, and just as the halls
began to clear a plan formed in his mind. He decided that
Kate would accompany him back to the newspaper office,
and there she would rape him. She would tear off his
clothes, and mount him like a bitch in heat, all the
while being allowed to express her self verbally,
questioning why she was acting that way. Alan didn't know
if this was a free period for her, and he didn't care.
He sort of regretted not making a move to get Pauline
into bed, and he decided that fucking the bitchy Van
Devanter sister would be fun. Plus, Kate was hot. She was
taller than her sister, about 5'4" with a lithe figure
capped with fairly big breasts, and a round, curvy
bottom, displayed nicely in the pair of tight jeans she
had on.
Alan let her tear into him for a few more seconds, and
then put a sheepish look on his face and started walking
away from her. Sending out a mental command, Kate
followed him down the hall, spitting abuse. "Who the hell
do you thing you are, Alan Marshall? You don't turn your
goddamn back on me you fucking twerp. Come back here,
loser."
She followed him into the newspaper office and he locked
the door behind her. Dropping to her knees she grabbed at
Alan's belt and began unbuckling it. "Stay the fuck away
from my sister if you know what's good for you," she said
as she unzipped his fly. Pulling his pants to his knees
she added, "You were a loser in grade school, you're a
loser in high school, and be prepared to be a loser for
the rest of your life. Chad will mess up your face if I
tell him to, and I will if I catch you sniffing around
Pauline again."
Alan's cock popped out and Kate began licking the head
with the tip of her tongue, holding it steady with her
right hand. After licking the shaft all around she put
the head to her lips and gave it a kiss.
All of a sudden she realized what she was doing, and
recoiled, a horrified look coming over her face. "What
the fuck?" she cried out. She was confused. She had never
had any sorts of feelings for Alan Marshall. Her
hostility was not a mask for any subconscious desire. She
really detested him. Why was she on her knees licking his
penis? Why was she unbuttoning her blouse, and pulling
her bra off? Why was she standing up to open Alan's
shirt?
She blinked hard and shook her head, trying to clear it,
but found she couldn't stop running her hands all over
Alan's chest. He was nicely buffed, and she was surprised
that she was enjoying herself. After a minute she
returned to her kneeling position and guided his cock
into her mouth. She took about three inches, and then got
the shock of her life-Alan was fully erect now, and Alan
was huge. She crossed her eyes to gaze the length of his
shaft, and couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen
a penis so large. Alan had been reading her thoughts the
whole time, and decided to sent out a wave of arousal.
The back of his head buzzed momentarily, and immediately
Kate's hips started churning.
Alan pulled his cock out of her mouth, took two steps to
the left and pulled a chair out from a desk. Sitting down
he noted with satisfaction that Kate has crawled after
him, her eyes never leaving his crotch, and her tongue
hanging out, also pointed at his dick. Alan stroked his
dick, looking Kate right in the eye. She got his message,
and buried her face in his crotch, kissing his shaft up
and down.
Taking him into her mouth again she reached down and
began to take off her jeans. Alan put his hands on her
head, holding her in place, and running his fingers
through her raven-black hair. By the time her jeans were
down to her knees she was licking Alan's balls, and had
plunged her right hand into her pink silk panties.
Curling her pointer and middle fingers into a hook, she
pushed them up her pussy, and was surprised at her
wetness. Groaning, she took his cock back into her mouth,
relishing the flavor and hardness of his shaft.
Alan was enjoying himself. Letting her worship his
manhood for a few more minutes, he then puller her mouth
off of him and pulled her to her feet by placing his
hands under her armpits and standing up. Kate kicked off
her sneakers, and wiggled the rest of the way out of her
jeans. Alan reached between then, grasped the band of her
panties at the hips and tore them off her body. Kate
gasped.
"What the hell is going on here, prick? Let me go you
bastard." Alan said nothing, for he had already decided
to show his contempt towards Kate by not giving her any
reply. He would remain silent through the whole
encounter. Taking his seat again he held his penis in his
hand, pointing straight up. "Fuck you, you bastard. There
is no fucking way I'm gonna fuck you!"
But as she was saying this she began to straddle him, the
two of them facing each other. "No fucking way. No
fucking way," she said as she positioned her dripping
slit over the head of his penis.
She kept repeating this until Alan penetrated her. Her
eyes bulged, and she began chanting, "Fuck, fuck, Fuck,
FUCK!" He pulled her down so that his whole cock was
insider her, and held her still, impaled on his nine
inches. She had stopped talking, and was gasping instead,
her head tilted back in ecstasy. "Ohmigod," she screamed,
as Alan sent a mental command for her to orgasm. Her hips
began to rotate, and her crotch ground into his.
Alan had given her a whopper of an orgasm, and she had
never felt anything like it. Her boyfriend, Chad, the
football captain, had been fucking her regularly, but he
was good for about three minutes of unsatisfying
friction, never once giving her a climax, and she had
fallen into the habit of masturbating after their dates
to get satisfaction.
She prided herself on her ability to get her own rocks
off, but the orgasm she just felt made those seem like
nothing. Her entire body was on fire, and she felt the a
slippery sensation where the two of them were joined.
Looking down she saw that her pussy had secreted a great
deal of lubrication upon orgasm. She tried to kiss Alan,
but he brought up his hands to stop her. Alan had no
interest in kissing her; she was still a bitch, he
reasoned, and he didn't kiss bitches.
Holding her by the hips Alan began to lift and drop her
on his erection. Kate was moaning and gasping, and
occasionally she was able to form words into sentences.
"What the , ah ah ah ugh, fuck are you doing, ah ah ah
ugh, to, ugh, me." Her neck muscles were slack, and her
head was tottering around uncontrollably. Alan didn't
answer, instead sending a mental command for her to have
another mind-blowing orgasm. He was fucking the hell out
of her, and he wanted her to know it.
After she had calmed down a bit he stood, his prick still
buried in her pussy, pulled out of her briefly, bent her
over the desk, and began fucking her from behind. Coming
to her senses from the shift in position she began
berating him. "Fuck you, Alan, you bastard. Stop!"
But she was throwing her body back into his strokes, her
ass slapping against his groin so hard that it was making
an obscene noise. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Uh uh uh uh...Yes
yeah yes Yes. Ohmigod! I'm fucking you..."
Alan slowed his rhythm, allowing him to use his whole
shaft, pulling out so that just the tip remained in her,
and then slowly pressing forward until he was buried to
the hilt. Kate's groans were constant now, her hot
channel in a near constant state of spasm, and her body
was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her head was
resting on it side on the desk, and sometimes she tilted
it forward, so that her chin rested on her chest. This
was so she could see him, and when he noticed her looking
at him, he flashed her an evil smile. "So good, that
feels soooooo good," she hissed at him.
She saw Alan wet his finger by placing it in his mouth,
and she wondered what he would do next. She was hoping he
would diddle her clit, which was rock hard and rubbing
against the edge of the desk. Instead he brought it to
her asshole and began to tease her anus.
"My God!" Kate thought to herself, "He's not going put
his finger in my ass, is he?" Alan listened to her
thoughts as he toyed with her anal ring, and shoved his
finger in about half way. Kate immediately seized up in
pain, and tears streamed out of her eyes, but she didn't
cry out, or even ask him to remove the invading digit.
Alan eventually forced his whole finger up her butt, and
began pumping it and out slowly, matching the thrust of
his dick in her tight pussy. He could sense her
discomfort and he decided to modify her mind, making her
like the feelings of his finger in her ass, but leaving
intact the sense of utter degradation that came with
them.
She came again, her pussy clenching around his penis, her
ass squeezing his finger so hard Alan thought he would
lose circulation, and her whole body stiffening and
seizing up, her torso rising off the desk at a 45 degree
angle. She didn't even scream out this time, just exhaled
loudly, and then her body came back to rest on the desk,
her tears now falling out of her eyes at a faster rate.
Alan pulled his cock and finger out of her, and saw that
her body was still twitching.
Spitting in his hand and then rubbing the saliva onto his
shaft, adding to the moisture left there by her juices,
he then placed the head up against her rosebud and pushed
it past her tight anal ring. After the head popped
through her sphincter, momentum carried him forward and
he buried about half of his nine incher in on the first
thrust. Using the Seed to relax her ass muscles, he soon
had his whole length sheathed in her clenching butt. "
You fucking piece of shit," Kate groaned, "I hate you.
Oh! That feels so fucking good you jerk. Fuck my ass.
Harder...you bastard. Harder. Ungh yeah. Oh oh oh ah
oh.yes!"
Alan had commanded her to come, and he felt her pussy
squirt out juice, striking his upper thighs. Alan came in
her hot, buttery ass and pulled out, sliding down to sit
in the chair. Kate hadn't moved. She was bent over the
desk, her body continuing to shake, and she was breathing
like she just ran a 10K. Alan pulled her off the desk and
sat her in his lap, twisting her head around so they were
face to face.
"Did you like that, bitch?" he sneered. She didn't
answer, just kept taking long breaths. Her eyes had a
worshipful look to them as she stared into his face.
"Well, slut, why so quiet now?" he prodded.
"Ohmigod." She finally spoke. "Ohmigod."
Alan reached around and began pinching her still hard
nipples. She had nice boobs, he thought, soft and lush,
about a C cup he estimated. Despite their softness they
didn't sag a whit, and they stood proudly on her chest,
high on her torso, her nipples pointed up. Alan's
attentions were making her horny again, and she began to
breathe more heavily again.
"So, slut," he went on, taunting her, "Did you like it
when my dick was in your mouth." Kate nodded. "Did you
like when I fucked you." Again she nodded, becoming even
more ashamed. "Did you like my finger in your tight ass?
Did you like my cock in your ass?" Tears began to flow
down her cheeks again, but she kept nodding.
"Which did you like better, my finger or my cock?" She
didn't answer, so he pinched her nipples harder, lightly
twisting them. She moaned, and through her moans managed
to whisper, "Your cock." Her neck went all limp again,
and she hung her head down in shame, no longer able to
look him in the eyes. "You're just a little slut, aren't
you?"
She wanted to scream in disgust, run for the room and
tell someone that Alan had raped her. Tell a teacher,
tell the principle, tell the cops, but she couldn't seem
to move. She wanted to be on Alan's lap. She wanted him
to call her names. As much as the nipple pinching was
turning her on, so was the humiliation of her situation.
She wanted to so all of those things: to see Alan
arrested for rape and sent to jail, but she just kept he
place shook her head no. "Admit it, you fucking slut. You
loved it in your ass." Her head kept shaking from side to
side, tears down her cheeks, but she was visibly aroused
by his hands on her breasts.
"I'm a slut," she moaned. "God," she want on, "You made
me come so hard. I've never felt so good." Her body was
bouncing a little in his lap, and there was fire in her
eyes as she brought her head up to look him in the face.
"I'm...I'm a slut, Alan. I'm your slut. Please, that was
so good. I, I, I came so hard when you fucked my ass. I
never knew...I'm your slut Alan. My body belongs to you.
Use me. Anywhere, anytime. Please, you have to fuck me
again, fuck my ass again, soon."
Alan stood and began to dress. As he rose her body
slipped off his, both being slippery from the sweat of
their exertions. She slid to the floor and laid face down
on it. Alan could see his semen tricking out of her ass,
and that she was still tremulous with arousal.
He grabbed her shredded panties off the ground and wiped
his dick with them, dropping them so they landed on her
back. Pulling up his pants, tucking the shirt in and
fastening the button he looked down at her with contempt.
"Get dressed slut. I'll deal with you later, but I have a
class in ten minutes." She turned over, and seeing him
fully dressed she began to do the same, tucking the
ruined set of underpants into her purse. When they were
ready
Alan checked the hall, surprised that no one had come to
investigate Kate's screams and moans. Seeing that it was
clear he walked her out, pulling the door closed behind
him to lock it, he spun her around and backed her up
against the wall, his face and inch from hers, and
looking right into her pale blue eyes whispered, "Tell no
one about this, slut."
As he spoke he reinforced this command with his mind. She
leaned up and in to kiss him, and he took her lower lip
between his teeth and bit down, but not so hard as to
break the skin and cause her to bleed. She groaned softly
at this.
Alan turned his back on her and walked away, headed to
his double period physics lab. He didn't see her sink to
the floor, her back sliding down the length of the wall.
Watching him turn the corner she mumbled aloud, "I'm
Alan's slut." The idea seemed to cheer her. Standing
again, she began to make her way to her next class. Her
tryst with Alan had caused her to miss first period
French, but Mrs. Martin was always nice to her, and she
knew it wouldn't be a problem. As she made her way down
the hall she realized she was in discomfort.
Her crotch was sore, and her ass hurt. Instead of going
to AP European History she went to the nurse's office,
and looking the way she did, with her hair in tatters,
and covered in sweat, the nurse took pity on her, giving
her a tylenol when she had complained of cramps. Kate got
into a cot and pulled the scratchy wool blanket over her.
Just as she drifted off she mumbled softly, "I'm Alan's
slut." The nurse didn't hear.
An hour later the nurse woke her up, and Kate saw her mom
standing over her. Ten minutes later she was bundled in
the SUV. Mom had taken the keys to Kate's Jetta, giving
them to the nurse to get to Pauline. "What's wrong
Princess? You look terrible, all pale and sweaty. I told
Conchita to warm up some soup for you before I left, and
we're going to put you right to bed once we get home."
"I'm Alan's slut," Kate mumbled.
"What's that dear? I couldn't make out what you were
saying." Kate was in the back seat, prone, her face
buried in the cushions. She turned her head and in a
louder voice she answered her mother, "I said, 'I felt
faint'." Her mother tsk tsk'ed as she signaled for a left
turn out of the school parking lot.
* * *
Alan went to physics feeling good about himself. A week
ago he would haven't have even dreamed about degrading
another human being like he did to Kate, but he figured
he was a bitch, and in a very slight way had it coming to
her. She certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself, and
the sight of her, looking like a living rag doll, pleased
him. His clothes were a little disheveled, and as he
waited for the bell to ring while standing outside Mr.
Stanton's classroom he used the Seed to take the wrinkles
out.
The bell finally rung, and students began pouring out of
the classrooms. He saw Pauline approach him, and he
straighten up. "Alan," she began, "I just want to
apologize for my sister. Sometimes she lets her mouth run
off, and you shouldn't take it personally. She's just
Kate, and there's nothing we can do about it." Alan told
her he wasn't offended, and she gave him a smile. "There
is something I can do about it," he thought, "And I did."
"She probably tore into you because she wasn't feeling
well. She just went home with my mom. The nurse came and
gave me her car keys." Pauline gave him another light
peck on the cheek and moved off to get to her next class.
He watched her saunter down the hall, looking at her from
behind, and wondering if her ass would feel as good as
her sister's had. Pauline felt his eyes on him, and
turned, her long brown hair whipping over her shoulder,
gave him another smile and moved along. "See you after
school at the newspaper," she called out.
* * *
Wringing her hands Megan Kelly watched Alan among the
group of students headed to her class. As the rest of the
class entered she handed out the quiz. "Alan," she
cleared her throat and continued, embarrassed by the
croaking sound which came out when she called his name,
"Since you missed the last two lessons you don't have to
take the quiz. Could you run this over to the principal's
office to me?" She held out a piece of paper, folded
over. As he approached her, she walked him to the door.
"Read it," she whispered. As the door shut behind him
Alan walked towards the main office, and unfolded the
paper.
"Come to my house at 5pm. Call ahead and I'll leave the
door unlocked." On the paper was Megan's home and cell
numbers, and her address, though Alan remembered the way
to her house from the night before.
Alan pocketed the paper and headed to the boy's bathroom,
killing time until he could return to class without being
suspicious. As he stood before the sink washing his hands
the door to the stall behind him opened, and out came
Geoff Sherman, the captain of the lacrosse team, and the
school's biggest asshole, at least in Alan's opinion.
Geoff was about 6'3" and had a hulking presence. He was
known to bully smaller students, not to take their lunch
money or anything like that, but just because he liked to
intimidate.
Mr. Mendoza, the math teacher and lacrosse coach always
bailed Geoff out of jams when the administration wanted
to discipline him. Alan disliked Mr. Mendoza, too. Geoff
hadn't really ever hassled Alan before, but since they
were alone, Alan presented a targ!
et of opportunity, and Geoff had poor impulse control.
"So, Marshall, you dweeb," he said as he moved closer to
Alan, "How are you and the rest of the fairies at the
newspaper getting along." He came up right behind Alan
and stood menacingly at his back. Alan calmly continued
to run his hands underneath the faucet.
"What's that, punk, I didn't hear you," he said with a
snarl, pushing Alan forward with his beefy frame until
Alan's hips were pressed against the sink.
Alan struggled out from between Geoff and the sink and
spun around, reached up and dug his fingers into Geoff's
clavicle, the fingers pressed between the bone and the
flesh at the base of Geoff's thick neck, creating a
depression in the muscle, the sinews stretching
painfully. Geoff crumpled to his knees, and Alan used the
Seed to temporarily increase his strength as he bent over
and brought his left hand to Geoff's neck. As he squeezed
Geoff with both hands, right on the collar bone, left
around the neck he narrowed his eyes into slits and
stared into his eyes.
"Don't ever fucking think you can touch me again." He
left Geoff struggle for air for a half a minute, and then
released him, pushing him over so he collapsed on the
ground. Alan returned to the basin, and began washing his
hands again. He kneeled down over Geoff and dried his
hands on the bully's shirt. "If you don't want me to
really fuck you up, never lay hands on another student in
this school again. If I hear any shit about you, I'll
smack you down so hard your kids will be born dizzy."
Geoff whimpered in fear, terror blazing across his beady
eyes as they watched Alan stride out of the bathroom.
The day was turning out to be a good one.
* * *
Ms. Kelly was collecting the quizzes as Alan reentered
the room, and Alan took his seat. As the period ended
Alan packed his things slowly, and was the last student
in the room. Walking to the door, he closed it instead of
leaving, and then advanced on Megan, as she was erasing
the board, her back to the door. Megan anticipated that
Alan hadn't really left, and when he embraced her,
wrapping his arms around her middle from behind, she let
out a happy and contented sigh.
"We have to stop meeting like this Ms. Kelly," Alan
whispered in her ear, and she tittered. Turning within
his arms she stood on her toes and kissed her, her tongue
slipping past his lips. After a minute he pulled back,
grabbed his backpack and let himself out. "See you after
school," he said as farewell, heading to meet his friends
in the cafeteria.
"Oh God, my panties are wet," Megan thought to herself as
she sat down. "How can I teach this afternoon with wet
panties." Going to her closet and unlocking it, she took
out the panties she had planned to change into after
showering at the gym after her workout. Pulling her
sodden underpants off, she used them to sponge the juices
off her slit, placed them in her gym bag, and pulled the
dry pair on.
Instead of going to the gym she would go to the mall, to
the fancy lingerie store, La Perla, and buy a couple of
dozen pair of sexy underthings. Last time she was there
she had spent more than a thousand bucks, and that was
only for six pairs of panties and four brassieres. It
would be expensive, but worth the price. She almost never
indulged herself, but after her indulgences with Alan she
was less hesitant about giving in to her desires.
* * *
Entering the newspaper office after school that day Alan
hoped that he wouldn't be stuck there for a long time.
The paper was put to bed every Friday, and transmitted to
the printers as e-mail attachments. On Tuesday mornings,
stacks of newsprint arrived and were placed in bundles on
racks throughout the school.
Alan had taken the initiative in turning the paper from a
semi-monthly into a weekly, and the principal and faculty
advisor had agreed to try it out as a one-year only
experiment, but Alan knew that if they were successful,
the paper would be allowed to stay as a weekly the next
year, and even though he wouldn't be around to see it, he
felt that the accomplishment would be a proud part of his
legacy.
Alan immediately sensed that the office was in disarray,
his two day absence more disruptive than he thought it
would be. The senior editor was fighting with the layout
editor, the copy editor was screaming at some freshman
whose name Alan could never remember. Alan picked up a
heavy dictionary and slammed it down on the conference
table to get their attention. This shit was going to take
awhile, and he prepared for the long haul.
Alan began directing his people like a general commanding
his troops. The staff may not had all liked him, but they
respected him, and began to fall into line. Even with
everyone now working instead of bickering, Alan foresaw
that he would be stick here until almost dinner time, and
he cursed to himself. There was no way he could stop by
Megan's that afternoon. After making his rounds to each
of the workstations in the now relatively quiet room, he
told each staff member individually what he needed from
them, and then stood behind them, waiting for them to
start bringing him problems, and minor disputes to
settle.
Around a quarter of five Mr. Bar Levi, the faculty
advisor came in and was pleased by the harmony and busy
pace. Reporters and copy editors started drifting out
once their copy had been check by Alan and passed down
the room to layout, so the room was fairly empty.
Mr. Bar Levi and Alan chatted for a bit, of course the
teacher relayed his sympathies, and Alan asked Mr. Bar
Levi to keep an eye on things for a minute so he could
step out for a bit of fresh air. Once outside Alan speed
dialed Megan (he had programmed her numbers into his
phone while walking from her class room to the
cafeteria), and told her that he was stuck at the paper,
but could he see her tonight? Megan instantly agreed,
trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
* * *
Already having decided to skip the gym Megan headed to
the mall. On her way out after buying new, sexy panties
she walked back to her car and realized she didn't have
anything to do for the next few hours. Indulging herself,
she drove to the her salon. The place was fairly quiet,
and Megan went whole hog: manicure and pedicure, and
Antonio styled her hair. She had her fingernails and
toenails lacquered a girlish pink.
In the back of her mind she thought that the shade would
make her look and feel younger, and with the age
difference between her and Alan, every little bit helped.
The girls at the salon talked her into a facial, arguing
that the time it would take to perform would allow her
nails to dry before she had to get back in the car. She
realized she hadn't brought sandals, so she was stuck at
the salon until her toenails dried, and agreed to the
facial.
* * *
Pulling into the parking spot in front of her house, she
strained to reach into the back seat of her car to
retrieve the shopping bag from the lingerie store. As she
was closing the door to her car, her neighbor Leila Tsing
pulled into the spot next to hers. They were good
friends, and shared almost everything, but Megan was
embarrassed when Leila said, "Hey Sugar, you look hot!
Big date tonight?" Then she spied the shopping bag, and a
smile spread across her face. "Who's the new guy? Must be
something special, spending all that money, huh?"
Megan let herself in the townhouse and Leila followed her
in. Leila was much more experienced when it came to men
than Megan. They were about the same age, and Leila was a
physical therapist at the nearby hospital. She was
slightly shorter than Megan, and had a lithe body, almost
curve-less, and unbelievably thin. Her ass was
surprisingly rounded, and her breasts were only slightly
too large for her frame. She had lustrous black hair, so
dark it almost seemed navy blue, and she kept it long,
and tied up in a pony-tail, framing her very cute face.
Megan was torn. She thought Leila would be a good person
to talk to about Alan. She wouldn't judge, and she did
know a lot about men. On the other hand, her relationship
with Alan was wrong in the eyes of society, and it would
be risky to reveal anything about it to a third party.
Megan turned circumspect, but Leila kept pressing her
about her nail polish and the new hair style and
underwear, and was sure that Megan was expecting a man.
Some part of her felt sorry for Megan. Her friend never
dated much, and the intervals between boyfriends had been
lengthening of late.
"What was that last guy's name?" she tried to remember.
"Dan? Don?" Leila couldn't quite remember. He and Megan
had broken up over six months ago, and Megan had been
alone ever since. Leila could sense that Megan wanted to
tell her about her new man, but something seemed to be
holding her back. After dickering around the point for
awhile Leila just decided to be blunt. "So, girlfriend,
spill it.!
Who's the new guy?"
Megan's face reddened and she hesitated before answering,
barely able to get the words out. Her mind raced with the
thought that by confiding in Leila she would in some way
betray Alan. But mostly she really wanted to tell
someone, to share with someone. The last few days had
been among the happiest of her life, and she was bursting
at the seams to dish. "Promise me, Leila, that nothing I
say leaves this room," waiting for Leila to agree. Her
friend nodded and Megan continued, "His name is Alan, and
we've only been, ah, seeing each other for a few days."
"Why the mystery Megan. We've always talked about stuff
like this. What, is he married or something?" Megan told
her the whole story, from the kiss at lunch, to the sex
after school, to last night's lovemaking, but leaving out
the raunchier details. As she narrated she noticed her
friend was rapt with attention. When she finished she
began to cry, and told Leila that Alan had stood her up
this afternoon, putting her off until night. "I know I'm
being stupid, but some part of me feels as if I'm losing
him. I'm just going crazy, but being with him makes me so
happy."
"Don't worry about it Meg. It's every high school boy's
fantasy to make it with his sexy teacher. Hell, I even
fantasized about one of my male teachers in school. So,
he's the first guy to get you off, huh?" Megan nodded.
"I've never been with a younger man, but I imagine the
energy is incredible." Megan smiled. Talking to Leila had
calmed her down, and the relief at having someone to talk
to about Alan was a catharsis. They chatted a bit more,
and confirmed their standing date to watch "Sex and the
City" together on Sunday night. After Leila left, Megan
took her bag upstairs and laid the new purchases out on
the bed, trying to figure out which pair to surprise Alan
with tonight.
Next Chapter: Megan purrs, Kate begs.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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