Wendy's POV"Try this on. You have to wear something good; it's a party, not some church service," May said, throwing a red gown at me."I'm not in for this party, bae. I just want to relax at home and study. I don't want to go," I whined as I moved into the bathroom to change my clothes again.May had no problem changing while I looked, but I couldn't stand another woman's nakedness, and I didn't expect anyone to stand mine either.I heard May click her tongue before I shut the door. I didn't know how to escape this one. It seemed there was no escape because May had made me promise to follow her. She knew as long as I was with her, she would be able to stay as long as she could... I was in deep trouble. I just prayed it wasn't an all-night party, or I was as stuck as anything.May's impatient voice pierced through the bathroom door, and my heart sank. "Wendy! Get the heck out! We don't have all night, you know?!" she screamed, and I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of her urgency pr
Wendy's POV"An all night party!" I let out a frustrated grunt as we dropped out of the car. May had just told me that it was an all night party, and the thought of it alone was enough to make me want to cry because it was fucking insane! How was I going to survive?!The thought of staying there all night made my stomach churn."Look on the brighter side and have a lot of fun; it will be over before you know it, darling," May said in an excited voice, and I gave her a cold glare. I couldn't believe this was happening!"Come on, let's go in. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun," she added, trying to drag me in, but I pulled my hand away from her, trying my very best not to get angry at the crazy woman in front of me."Alright, have it your way, darling. I'll be in. I'm sure Stan would take very good care of your sweet pudding," she blew me a kiss before moving with her group of friends."Um, hi," Stan's voice seeped into my ears, and I took a deep breath before turning to look at him with
Wendy's POVThe loud scream seeping into my ears made me quickly pull away from the unexpected kiss. My eyes darted around, and I almost choked on my saliva when I saw cameras on us again. "Oh no..." I let out a squeak and immediately turned away from the flashy cameras, mumbling, "Go away from here, please go away... just go away."I doubted if they would hear me over the loud music and excited shouts. What the heck just happened? How could I allow myself to get carried away like that?!I kissed him... Big deal, very big deal. Now I'm gonna cause another school uproar. This is bad, so bad."All of you should leave here... Right now!" I heard Stan order sharply as he pulled me into his embrace. Despite trying to resist the hug, he hugged me tight, and soon, the flashing decreased, and everything went back to normal... Hopefully."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm not giving any excuses, but I'm really sorry about whatever happened, and don't worry, the video
George's POV.As I sped towards the party location in my car, I muttered the name "Demonic frog" and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. What had I done to deserve such a crazy silly nickname from her?Sure, maybe I had been a bit harsh with her in the past, especially during those first few weeks when we first met. But to be labeled as a "demonic frog"? It felt like a slap in the face.I clenched my jaw in frustration, my head already planning on how to spank her hard when I got her in a tight position. I'm gonna punish her for giving me such a terrible nickname. How dare she use such a name for me, I'm not that bad or am i? What happened to the respectful titles like "Professor George" or even "Sir"? Or, dare I hope, "Baby"? Calling me baby would not be bad, I would love it more if she calls me daddy or maybe just "Sir."But no, instead, she chose to liken me to some sort of mythical creature. It was really annoying, to say the least. I knew I had my flaws, but demonic frog was a w
George's POVAs if heaven was on my side, I heard someone say, “Two more bottles please!”That was her, that was definitely Wendy. It was her voice. She was even insisting on taking two more bottles in her drunk state. How dare she play such a funny game? Who says being drunk as a lady in a silly party was safe? How the hell did she end up in such a state anyway?! She has a scholarship exam coming up and she's here… getting drunk! Just great!! I marched towards where she was and took the bottle from her hand forcefully.“Hey! That's mine!” She screamed in anger. My eyes darkened at her words before dropping the bottle on the table.“No more,” I ordered, but she scoffed before yelling at the top of her lungs,“Who…,” she hiccuped, “Who are you… to,” again she hiccuped. I didn't bother to wait for her to complete her statement before cutting her off.“You're coming with me.” I didn't want to cause a scene there or make anyone notice anything else. They would start taking a video again.
Wendy's POV.My eyes flew open, and I immediately shut them again, the pounding in my head making me want to retreat back into the darkness. "Good Lord... What the fuck is wrong with me?" I cursed under my breath, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me.Carefully, I shifted, and my hand brushed against something solid. My heart leaped into my throat as I forced my eyes open despite the pain I was feeling, dreading what I might find. There, lying next to me, was a broad back half covered by a blanket. My hand flew to my mouth when I saw the view beside me... May didn't have such finely toned back, May would never sleep on my bed, and May doesn't have ink!Good Lord!What the fuck happened?Panic surged through me, and I struggled to make sense of my surroundings through the haze of my headache.Oh, dear God...I pressed my hand to my mouth in shock as the pieces slowly fell into place. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed. And the man lying beside me was
Wendy's POV."Thank you so much for the ummmm... Thank you for the breakfast and for allowing me to use your shower. Also, thank you for making my headache go away," I mumbled with a nervous smile as I stepped into his room, clothed in his extraordinarily large polo. I smelled like him; everything about me was him.I was feeling so good, and yet I wanted to feel more. The way he looked at me sent me this subtle message that got my body craving."Um, you're welcome, I think," he said and went back to using his laptop.His house was pretty big, and there were many rooms too. I just couldn't help but wonder why he would bring me to his room when there were other rooms in the house."So, when are you leaving?" He asked without looking up at me, and I felt kinda bad. I wanted him to compliment me on his clothes, but the man was too busy to even give me a second glance.Don't I look good in his clothes?"Um, I called May, and she gave me a designated spot. We'll be meeting there around twel
Wendy's POV.He used his hand to fondle my left boob roughly, and each rough fondle always gave way to a low gasp.He stood up and pulled me closer to himself, his hot breath fanning my face, and it sent this delicious yet apprehensive shiver down my spine, and surprisingly, I loved it."You crazy girl... Why don't you just listen to me and take a rest?" He asked me as his other hand caught my boob, and I thought I would explode from the pleasure his rough touches brought. Loving such rough touches when I should be enjoying some soft fondled, I wonder how I turned this way. "How can I go to sleep when my hot professor and I are in a room together? Think it straight, sir. Don't you think that would be silly of me?" I asked and wound my hand around his neck."You'll regret this. I'm trying so hard to control myself, you know?"He stopped fondling my boobs and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me up so my boobs would be pressed against his chest."Well, I don't know about regret