As quickly as he can, he gets to the library, entering it. There, he finds that there is no other students yet. Breathing a sigh of relief, the lanky teenager heads to his favourite spot. Sitting on the beanbag chair, he brings out his Literature assignment, reading through some annotations. This is where he finds his peace, in the quiet of the morning, away from everyone else. Here, there is no one around to bother him with their malicious sneers. No one to disturb him at all.
Eventually, after spending that wonderful moment of time studying by himself, he has to go down to his first class of the day. The boy doesn’t like physics very much but still puts effort into studying it, wanting to have good grades so he can go to the college of his choice. He puts his items away and slings the bag over his shoulder, walking off towards the lab room, wishing he could be in Literature or History class instead. Now those two subjects, he truly enjoys. Not just because the teachers are very nice but also because the materials are genuinely interesting.
When he gets down to the lab, he finds that some of his classmates are already there. He just gets into his seat and waits for the teacher to show up. After five minutes of waiting, Mr Kensington finally does. The silver-haired man approaches his desk, getting on his chair and switching on his laptop. Distractedly greeting the class, he turns on the projector, showing some slides. Mark watches intently as he gets back up on his feet and walks over to the front of the class, before starting to speak to his students in his boring, monotone voice.
“You’ve got a project coming up,” he states in a flat tone. “This has to be done in pairs.” Seeing the teens quickly chattering with each other, Mr Kensington interrupts them. “Quiet! I have already assigned your partners for you.” Everyone seems very disappointed by this piece of information, most of all Mark. It would be bad enough having to find someone willing to work with him. To have someone forced to work with him would only build resentment. He sighs to himself bleakly, wanting out of this situation as soon as he can. It’s just so daunting for him, the prospect of having to work together with someone else in his class, when they all think of him as inferior to them.
He watches as each person gets paired with another, one by one. Slowly, more people are paired up and start reviewing the tasks together. Eventually, only a handful of people are left. Mark ruminates on this as the remaining people are also put together, until there is only him and one other person. The boy watches on in shock and horror as he is paired with someone he has hoped he wouldn’t have to work with.
“Emilia and Mark, the two of you will be working together on this project,” the middle-aged man states, looking at the two teenagers. “Alright, that’s it. You can all find the instructions in the Google Slides I’ve shared with you. Get to work, guys.” He goes on to explain some of the details, pointing out at the bullet-points, before letting them work the rest of it out for themselves. The man goes back to sip his hot espresso coffee at his desk, not paying much attention to his class. Mr Kensington has always been like this ever since Mark has known him, having been in his class for three years.
Right now, Emilia is glaring at Mark with disgust. Her aristocratic nose is wrinkled up as though he stinks as she heads towards his seat. The boy can only gulp nervously as she drags over a chair and sit down next to him, plopping her muscular ass on the seat. It shames the teenager to find his penis twitching at the sight of her huge bust, contained in the tight, form-fitting uniform. Her boobs are enormous, stacked on top of the girl’s washboard abs.
“Hi! Let’s, uh, w w work, um, together! I’m her we’d d d do very w well on this assignment!” He feels so nervous and tongue-tied being near the socialite like this, but couldn’t help noticing a weird scent from her. He finds himself unconsciously sniffing the air, curious. It reminds him of something he smells on a regular basis, but he could not determine what it is. He just can’t.
“It’s cum,” Emilia informs the confused boy, noticing his actions. “Ed just cummed in my mouth and all over my face. Also inside my pussy. His seed is still leaking out of my cunt.” She sneers at him arrogantly. “You hear that? He got to fuck me because he is a real man, but you aren’t. You will never get to fuck me. Only real men can and you’re not a real man. You’re just a spineless wimp who’s going to spend the rest of his life and die alone.” She really enjoys being cruel to this little twerp, taking pleasure in insulting him to his face, demeaning him with her horrible words. It gives her such a thrill to see the weak, fragile thing look hurt by what she is saying. He is almost reduced to tears by her sheer cruelty. The girl tosses her long, blond hair over one shoulder, playing with her curls.
“Can’t we just stick to work?” Mark cries out, wanting her to stop it. “Let’s not talk about anything else.” The boy doesn’t see any point in listening to her brag about her sexual adventures and insult him by telling him that he is a wimp. That’s not a productive use of the class time at all. He puts it all into the back of his mind and starts looking at the details on the slide, trying to ignore her presence. At first he wanted to give this thing called friendship one last try, but it’s now painfully obvious that this girl has no intention of being any sort of friends with a dork like him. And he can hardly blame her, with how cool she is and the fact that he is just a loser at the bottom of the social hierarchy.
“Yeah, let’s stick to work. That’s the only reason I’m even talking to a pathetic low-life like you. I bet you’re so hard right now, wishing you can stick your tiny dick in my pussy.” The girl looks at him with pure contempt, still upset at being forced to work with this loser. She finds it more terrible than anything that could ever happen to her. That dumb face, horrible taste in clothing and stupid stuttering are all so goddamn annoying to her.
The two of them start working together in silence. Emilia is getting off slightly, taking power from abusing the boy while another guy’s cum is still in her vagina. She imagine herself hovering over his face as he lies on the floor, and then squirting Ed’s jizz all over Mark’s face, pushing the semen into his mouth. Making this poor loser eat Ed’s creampie is an idea that really turns her on a lot. It would make his mouth useful for a change, after he’s been using it to stammer like a witless fool. Some guys are just so pathetic she can’t help but laugh at them, this one included.
Over the next forty five minutes, the pair only exchange a handful of sentences, avoiding conversation as much as they could. They do have to say stuff to each other occasionally, but mostly just keep quiet. It’s clear to everyone that neither of them want to work together. Emilia because she thinks he is beneath her and unworthy of being spoken to, and Mark because he isn’t sure he can handle another deluge of verbal assault if he accidentally triggers one. Dealing with her is like walking on eggshells, the way he sees it.
“Give me your address,” she orders him. Upon seeing his puzzled expression, she snaps “We’re going to need to spend more time on this after school, you little shit. Just write down where you live so I can get there this afternoon.” He hurriedly scribbles it down on a piece of paper and hands it over to her. Emilia then stuffs it in her Louis Vuitton purse and walks off to her next class without another glance back at the young teenager.
During lunch break, she is eating with her friends when Helen brings up the issue of what happened. “I can’t believe Mr. Kensington paired you up with that weirdo. What the hell was he thinking, making you work with such a creep?” She just feels so terrible for her friend who has to work with the biggest loser in their school and can not do a single thing about it. Just seeing that weak boy sitting there really pisses her and everyone else off enough. Nobody in their year likes him at all. He is a damn pariah, with not even fellow nerds wanting to have anything to do with him. That’s just the way it is.
“Yeah, that’s right. I just know his cock must have been so freaking hard when I was next to him. Can you imagine that chickenshit perving on my tits and trying to stare at them?” Emilia snorts. “Not that I can blame the boy. It’s hard not to stare at these when they are so big.” She proudly cups her boobs through the clothing, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. “Speaking of which, I’m feeling horny right now. Want to help pick someone to fuck my ass in the locker room? I already used the storage room and want to do it there instead this time.”
Clarissa snickers at her perverted best friend’s constant arousal. “How about Patrick? You said that he’s the biggest you’ve ever had. Ten inches, right? That should be enough, even for your slutty ass.” Helen nods in agreement, prompting Emilia to stand up and walk over to where Patrick is sitting and having his lunch with his friends. They both find it hard to believe how often their friend could get so turned on and cock hungry every single day. She really is the biggest slut in their school, Clarisse thinks to herself.
She is trembling with excitement. The girl has had sex at school before, but never twice in one day. Her libido keeps on increasing each day yet she is still able to maintain her perfect performance in both sports and academics, despite all the time she spends sucking cocks, a fact that Emilia is extremely proud of. Her grades has never dropped and always remained a constant procession of As. The guys who are there to satisfy her are all shocked that she still does so well, even with spending all her time getting fucked. This horny bitch also has intelligence to boot.
“You’re fucking my ass in the locker room,” she informs Patrick once she reaches his table, putting a hand on his broad shoulders and making him get up from his seat. The boy looks at her, astounded. He is very well aware of how horny she is, but never has she asked for sex so bluntly and in front of so many other people. He quickly follows her though, already becoming erect at the thought of smashing the beauty queen’s tight asshole in school. He has no idea that Ed has already pumped a load in the girl’s pussy, which is why she is giving him her ass.