“Ah, but after I give you pleasure like you’ve never had before, I’m betting you won’t tell him,” I said, still oozing confidence. “What do you say, Amber?”
“I say that Kevin fucks better than anyone else I’ve ever had,” Amber interjected, her face still coated with my cum.
Deciding to leave Cherry like she was, e. g., questioning, I stepped away from her and said, giving her one more look at my cock, which this time she took, her eyes lingering much longer this time, definitely longer than she wanted to, “When you’re ready, just let me know.”
“That’ll be when hell freezes over,” she said.
“Then I look forward to it. It’s a cold day today, so it shouldn’t be long,” I smirked, pulling my pants up and strolling towards the door, but not yet leaving the room.
“Amber, what the fuck?” Cherry demanded.
“Don’t start with me,” Amber said like a protective mama bear. “Kevin fucking knows how to please a woman, unlike all those tiny-dicked jocks.”
“But you’re talking about Kevin,” Cherry said, as if just saying my name was all that needed saying to make her point, still stuck on what I was… a nerd… thus making me want to fuck her even more.
“I don’t care, I love his dick,” Amber said, and I walked out before hearing anything else.
I had a big smile on my face as I walked back into the cesspool known as high school, and of course… I accidentally walked right into Ethan… knocking each of us a step backwards.
“What the fuck, loser?” Ethan barked.
“Sorry,” I said mildly, not wanting to make this tiny accident into a big deal. Old me would have apologized profusely and been terrified of what he might do to me, but new me was just calm and cool.
“Stay the fuck out of my way,” he said, threatening me like jocks do, dropping his binder so he could shove me with both hands.
Now I had been about just to let this incident go… but then he pushed me. So I said with a sneer, “You’re always utilising feigned bravado to camouflage your inner insecurities. Classic!”
“What did you say?” he asked, my sentence far too complex for his simple mind.
“In other words, you customarily utilise violence to obfuscate the fashions in which you constantly overcompensate for your gross inadequacies,” I answered, refusing to back down from his menacing glare.
And this time he kind of got it. “I overcompensate for what?” he glowered, the crowd around us growing.
“Oh, anyone in the boys locker room knows exactly what I’m talking about,” I responded smugly, a crowd of more than thirty people now avidly watching our exchange, once again hoping to see a fight.
“You’re fucking dead,” he said, raising a fist to punch my lights out.
“What’s going on here?” The principal asked, stepping between us… even though I was prepared to take the punch… I wasn’t backing down from anyone anymore… especially not from a tiny-dicked guy who likely was gay and hid that behind his athletic build… the pleasant thought of him getting bent over and fucked popping into my head.
“Nothing, nothing,” the always smooth Evan disclaimed, holding his hands up. “Just a friendly disagreement between my bud Kevin and me.”
“Well, you know the rules,” the principal said, repressing some anger, “Any fighting and you’d be off all the sports teams for the rest of the school year. And since you’re a senior, that would mean permanently.”
I smirked at the consequences to this asshole if he did punch me… I might need to try and make that happen. The results would be far worse for him than for me.
“Yes, Principal Appleby,” Ethan acknowledged… as I checked out her big ass and wondered what it would be like to pound her from behind.
“Good,” she said. “Now run along to class,” as if he was five.
“Yes, Principal Appleby,” Ethan said, glaring at me. I saw Cherry standing next to him, but she was looking at me, and not in a disgusted way anymore… but curiously.
The principal turned to me and ordered, “Kevin, please come to my office.” It wasn’t an optional request.
“But I didn’t do anything,” I protested.
“Now!” she said in a tone that broadcasted loud and clear I was in trouble.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, the idea of fucking her still quite appealing. There was 1) something special about my turning a woman in authority into a cock-hungry slut; and 2) I was discovering I really loved big asses.
I followed her through and past the crowd, who I imagined had a variety of thoughts in their heads. Some likely thought I was crazy for standing up to Ethan and sometime soon I’d get the shit beat out of me. Some others were simply surprised I’d stood up to him. And a few others were probably impressed and were now seeing me in a very different light.
We arrived at her office, and Principal Appleby said to her secretary, “Hold my calls, Grace.”
“Of course, Principal Appleby,” she responded.
Once we were inside her office, she closed, and I think locked the door, before she went to her desk and sat down, saying, “Take a seat, Kevin.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said, having a hard time reading her face about what her thoughts were. I felt that she had a game plan for my being here, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You’ve missed a few classes recently,” she said.
That wasn’t where I’d thought this was going to go.
“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” I said, acting a bit casual and probably too nonchalant.
“You understand that you’re nearing the end of high school,” she said. “I don’t want to see you waste your fabulous potential by slacking off too soon.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I can get into any school I want.”
“I’m sure you’re able to,” she said. “But not if Ethan puts you in the hospital for a month or two.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can,” she said, as she stood up and walked around her desk. “But he could make your life miserable.”
“He’s done that for years, and I’m still healthy,” I said as she stepped directly in front of me and hopped onto her desk not very gracefully. In fact she almost fell, coming so close to actually falling that I was preparing to lunge forward and catch her.
But she avoided falling, regained her composure, crossed her legs and said, “I imagine he’s never been very pleasant to you.”
“All jocks are assholes,” I said bluntly.
“Kevin, language!” she rebuked me.
“Sorry,” I apologized, still unsure where she was going. She seemed to have some hidden motive for keeping me here beyond what she’d already said. If she knew about my dick size I’d think it was that, but there was no way she could know about it.
She dangled her heel from her toes and said, “Recently there’s been something quite different about you, Kevin.”
“There is?” I asked, still wondering where this was going.
“Yes, but I can’t quite put my finger on it,” she said. looking into my eyes.