Quick squeeze
1408 Words
JAMIE WILLIS
It was Thursday.
I was no longer Jamie but now I'd morphed back into my role as Mr. Willis.
The class was different than it had been on Monday. I noticed the hall was full to its capacity and it was taken over mostly by girls.
"I suppose everyone here today is part of my class because," I paused. Wait for it. Hold, hold… hold. "We are going to have a surprise test."
There was a chorus of disappointed moaning and as I'd hoped for, the imposters started marching out in groups.
When I had my class back in order, I made a mental note to watch out for the girl that would fit the role of my heroine.
"Mr. Willis." A familiar voice called out from the crowd.
I frowned.
It was the dangerous one. Jean Harrison.
"Miss Harrison." I responded.
"I have a question. Why are you wearing the exact same clothes you wore on Monday?"
Some of the students found her question funny and took upon themselves to laugh at it. I'd have to thank her later after class for pointing it out.
"Well if you must know, Miss. Harrison, I got robbed. They seemed to be a very meticulous crew."
I didn't take any pleasure in lying to my student the way I did but I couldn't tell them the truth that I'd fallen victim to a scam.
The dizzying effect of the drugs had vanished completely the previous night. Meanwhile my wonderful neighbors, Jayne and Kelly had told me they would be traveling this morning on the first flight to see the whole of Europe. Their little experiment with me was their first step at unwinding in preparation of all the madness that awaited them.
"Now if there's no other questions shall we begin."
The class lasted longer than it should have and everyone including myself seemed to have enjoyed it.
I noticed a particular girl sitting besides Jean Harrison. If she hadn't been sitting besides Jean and if I hadn't noticed her intense gaze twice, she would have been invisible to me.
The girl had bright red hair like leaves in autumn and her eyes were brimming with life. She struck me as the timid shy type who had never made any serious first step in s****l conquest yet she kept staring at me and struggled to avoid eye contact.
She fascinated me — alot.
If I was right about my suspicions then she would be perfect for the heroine part. She had the same physical qualities as my heroine and everything else checked. I just needed to be sure.
After class, I waited for the hall to get empty. Most of the students greeted me and apologized for the robbery.
As expected, Jean Harrison stopped at my table and I was prepared for her but what I wasn't prepared for was the girl I'd observed sitting on my table.
I gaped at them both.
Jean smirked evilly while the girl kept her head low in a shy manner.
"Mr. Willis." She grinned. "Meet my rival, Michelle Peyton."
Michelle Peyton!
I knew that name. It was the top name on every list. She made bookworms look like normal ordinary worms.
She was perfect for the book!
"Miss Peyton." I gaped at her, astonished by what I saw.
Both girls were shocked by my reaction, especially Jean Harrison. I took my time explaining to them about the book I was writing. I ended it by asking Michelle Peyton if she would be inclined to meet up after school to help me with some notes.
She hesitated for a while but Jean Harrison shoved her with an elbow. She agreed.
"But on one condition." She said hesitating as she spoke.
"Sure. Anything."
"Jean comes with me."
I was about to say it was fine but what she had just requested echoed in my head. The danger lights in my head blinked rapidly.
To agree to such terms would be dangerous but what choice did I have. They had me up against the wall. Jean Harrison was smarter than she looked. I had to give her that.
"Fine." I said through gritted teeth.
We had agreed to meet at my place around 5pm. I wasn't worried about my neighbors seeing them come up because I didn't have any nosey neighbors and with Jayne gone, it was like I had the whole floor to myself.
I had everything set and ready by 5pm sharp but she didn't show up. An hour later she still didn't show up. It wasn't until 8pm that I heard a knock on the door.
I'd almost lost my mind waiting for them. As I got to the door, I looked through the peephole and my mouth went dry.
They were dressed in tight silk dresses, the both of them.
There was another knock.
I wasn't sure what to do next. It was obvious I'd walked into a trap. There was no wiggle room left for me.
Just open up and focus on nothing else but the book. The book is more important.
I convinced myself over and over until I believed it. I opened the door and let them in.
"Wow ladies you look fantastic. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought you girls had come to seduce me."
Jean Harrison laughed with me at my joke but Michelle Peyton seemed to go pale. She regained her composure very fast which shows the strength of her character; I noted.
They followed me to the living room and we all sat on the sofa Jayne had left behind for me. It was the only thing in the room.
Jean Harrison blew a whistle. "You weren't kidding about being robbed. She really did a number on you, huh?"
I swallowed hard trying to force the lump in my throat and tried to act like I didn't hear what she had said. The girl was just too smart.
"So Miss Peyton-"
"I'd feel better if you called me Michelle."
I was shocked. I hadn't been expecting that. It fascinated me to know someone as she and timid as her had such fire hidden within.
It's perfect! I thought with a smile.
"That's fine, Michelle."
"So Michelle," I looked at the first question on my notepad. "Would you be comfortable answering some questions?"
She nodded. "Sure."
The move made her breasts jiggle diverting my attention for a minute. It was a costly mistake because I noticed she wasn't putting on anything underneath the dress. Her breasts were slightly visible but I could see her rock hard n****e as clear as day.
I didn't dare turn to Jean Harrison to confirm if it was the same thing.
My mouth felt dry so I reached for the glass of water resting in the corner.
"How was your past relationship?"
Michelle Peyton stifled a laugh. It's that bad huh?
"Let's just say he couldn't perform when I needed it."
Perfect!
I jotted down happily. Another reason I was happy was because somehow Jean Harrison had managed to keep quiet and was watching the whole thing rather than interrupt us with her witty remarks.
"By perform you mean?"
"Fuck."
I paused.
I didn't dare look up to see her expression even though I had to. It was part of the process.
I cleared my throat.
"How have your s****l conquests been so far? On a scale of 1-10." I felt weird asking this particular question but the theme of the book demanded it.
"Zero so far." She sighed bitterly. "But I feel like that's about to change."
She smiled.
There was something about the way she said that last part that made me sweat and for that brief moment I looked at her eyes and saw her pleading lustful gaze.
I looked away quickly but it was too late. My d**k was already struggling for space inside its prison.
Next question.
"What would you say makes you stand out from the girls in your circle?"
Finally…a harmless question.
She smiled. "This."
Michelle Peyton stood up and turned around jiggling her bubble ass in my face. I gasped.
Goddamn! Wtf??
"Do you want to feel it, Mr. Willis?"
Michelle Peyton smirked at me. "C'mon touch it. Just a quick squeeze for the book."
My brain froze at that moment. Her ass jiggled inching closer to me. I knew I couldn't. I knew I shouldn't.
Fuck it!!!
- Writer
