Take it off
1660 Words
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Noah's POV
Her voice kept ringing in my head. She had just asked me to take her clothes off. Was she serious or was this another lesson? Another trick.
Women don't like it when a guy follows orders. Yet I felt like this was different. It had to be. I wanted it to be.
"No," I said, gritting my teeth. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to say.
"No?" She mused.
"No," I repeated more confidently. "Take it off for me," I added.
Her face showed her surprise. She hadn't been expecting that and I knew in that instant that I had done the right thing.
"You're a fast learner after all."
I felt like I had just received a thumbs-up from my favorite teacher. It was a good feeling.
Barbara moved an inch closer evading my space. A move like that would have made me nervous but I was changing.
She said, "You deserve a reward."
With that, she moved her dress to the side enough to expose her pale flesh. I could see the rise of her breast but her n****e wasn't visible yet. She moved it slightly until her thick dark n****e came into view. It looked like a chocolate cube.
"Whoa." I gasped forgetting everything including my name.
If she would have asked me to sell my mother for a feel, I would have done it without a second thought.
Fuck! I'd sell Will and my baby sister if necessary.
My mouth went dry and my hands clammy. I could almost feel her tender flesh in my grasp. Squeezing it gently. Would she moan out or bite her lips?
The tightness in my crotch made me shift my weight uncomfortably.
Goddamnit, I thought.
There's no way in hell she'd let me touch it. Unless-
Without thinking, I reached out slowly until my finger grazed her n****e. She flinched but didn't stop me. If anything, she pulled closer to me.
It gave me the confidence boost I needed to grab her huge tit. It was too big to fit into my hand. She shrieked softly and her eyes fluttered in an undeniable gesture of pleasure.
"Fuck." I groaned softly.
My d**k was hard as f**k. There was a dull throbbing pain that came from having my d**k crammed up in such an awkward position.
"That will be all." She moved away and covered her body.
I was tempted to beg her for a little more time but I knew there would be more if I played my cards right. She was going to transform me from a s*x bud to a s*x god.
I left her place and got to school on time. Will was devastated to hear I had taken the bet after all. I told him about all that had happened with Carl and how he had introduced me to Barbara.
"Wow." He whistled. "I know it's crazy but you might pull this off."
It meant a lot to hear him say that. Will was the most practical realist I knew yet here he was being optimistic for me.
I needed a way to have my first encounter with Evelyn Buckley. It's not like I could just walk into the Principal's office. It would be like walking into an active battlefield.
"Will," I whispered.
Mr. Hardly was looking pretty pissed off that morning. I didn't want to give him a reason to go off.
Will turned to face me with a questioning look.
"I need to go to the Principal's office." The words were soundless. "How?"
He turned back to his book and scribbled something on a sheet of paper. A minute later, he passed the paper to me.
BEHIND YOU. GET IN A FIGHT WITH DAVEY…
I snorted. He had to be kidding. Get in a fight with Davey; Davey Connor.
He was the biggest kid in the class. He was the biggest in the entire school and somehow this little joker had hinted getting in a fight with him would be my solution.
Wait!
Getting into fights was one of the ways of getting into the Principal's office. Mrs. Buckley gave punishments directly to those involved in fights.
I turned around to stare at Davey for a minute. Was I stupid enough to risk it all with this beast, I thought for a second.
"Hey!" Davey bawled, meeting my eyes. "What are you looking at?"
Eve's POV
I woke up feeling restless. Matt's call had been unsettling and even though I had been tempted for a brief second into accepting him back, I'd done the smart thing after all. The only thing worth doing.
I got out of bed and got ready for a jog. I still had enough time on my hands before I had to get ready for work. The jog exhausted my body enough to take most of the s****l tension away and stimulated my mind also.
Wendy was there by the time I got to the office. It was almost as if she lived there. She didn't look like she got much s****l action yet somehow she seemed to be glowing.
Or could it possibly be-
No. No way.
I pushed the thought out of my mind. It couldn't be possible that Wendy was somehow getting d**k while I wasn't. It didn't feel right. It was an unsettling possibility.
Wendy had scheduled some meetings and told me about them. I had two meetings with some parents. It was something I could definitely handle.
The first parent came on time. It was a woman in her mid-forties. She had the classic look of a soccer mom and I could imagine her driving a squad of kids all wearing T-shirts and matching shorts in their minivan.
I felt the power and authority of my position wash through me. It came mostly from the end of the office in which I sat. This was my domain.
"Hello there." She said as she took a seat.
Mrs. Van Hummels. Or was it Hummel Vans?
I risked a glance at the file on my table to confirm it was the latter.
"Mrs. Van Hummels," I said in a clipped friendly tone.
She smiled. "It's Van. The V has a U that brushes off the tongue. Van. Vannn."
For f**k's sake.
"Thanks for that." I fixed a stiff smile.
She sat upright on the chair edging closer. "I'm here about my sweet little Melissa. You know Melissa. Innocent thing."
Bitch I don't know s**t. I just started yesterday!
She went on. "Melissa has been following this girl, Andrea. A bad influence."
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. She was one of those parents that thought they knew everything. They tried so hard to control their kids' lives that they ended up ruining everything. They were usually clueless; left in the dark.
"I want you to break the toxic friendship. You can manage that, right?" Her eyes gave me a disapproving look.
I hadn't imagined it. It was there and gone as fast as it had come.
Mrs. Van Hummels was a cunt but she was a parent and part of my job was making the parents satisfied no matter how f****d up they were.
I assured her I would handle it. She thanked me and left my office. I prayed the next parent won't be as terrible as Mrs. Van Hummels. I prayed with my entire heart.
Two hours later, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson came into my office. They were an unlikely pair.
Mr. Wilkinson had a mild calming air about him while Mrs. Wilkinson's steady frown and scowl suggested an aggressive nature.
They wanted to know why their son wasn't on the basketball team yet; more like Mrs. Wilkinson. Mr. Wilkinson seemed more interested in leaving.
I tried to remind her I'd just started the previous day. She refused to bulge until I promised to look into it.
Wendy looked happy to see my weary expression when she checked up on me after the Wilkinsons were gone.
I called for the Van Hummels girl, Melissa, and her partner in crime, Andrea. The girls looked so much alike. They had the same hairdo and style. It was hard to tell them apart.
"Melissa?" I stared at both girls in confusion.
The girl on the left waved. She had a bored look on her face. I couldn't blame her. I'd rather have a masseuse oil my joints than go ahead with her mom's request.
"Your mom wants this thing you guys have to end."
She sighed. "She can try."
I smiled at her. She reminded me of myself when I was that age.
"Melissa she tasked me with making sure it happens." I sighed. "I don't believe she has a clue. So here's what's gonna happen. I want you to talk to her. Mother and daughter. Can you manage that?"
"Hell no." She shifted uneasily.
Looking at both girls, I could tell Melissa was the lead. Andrea looked too tame and quiet.
"You have to try. She will constantly try to control your life because she has no idea about your life. Her fears will push her into making the wrong decisions by you." It was like I was speaking to myself.
Melissa shook her head. The girl was a rogue alright but she was frightened of her mother just as her mother was frightened about her going rogue.
I managed to convince her it was the only way. Melissa seemed to think it was cool that I had a Hermes handbag. I liked her.
But Wendy couldn't let me enjoy that win. She came in smirking like a true villain.
"Remember the kid I warned you about? The one you said isn't all that bad."
I thought for a second. The file. What was his name? Noah. Yes, Noah Grant.
"I remember," I told her.
She shifted her weight. "Well, he got into a fight. He's on his way here now."
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