Valerie shoved thoughts of Dean out of her mind, hoping to enjoy her weekend without having her stomach in knots the entire time. Luckily, her neighbor—and now her teacher’s aide—kept his distance for the rest of the day Friday and all day Saturday. By the time Damien called her up to his apartment, she had forgotten all about what could happen Monday morning at the school. When she opened the door to Damien’s apartment, he was sitting in his recliner and Nick, Keith, and Miles were taking up the sofa and the other recliner. Her pussy immediately throbbed at the sight of them, knowing full well why Damien had called her. They were bored, and she was to be their entertainment. “This looks interesting,” she said as she smiled at each of them. “Where’s Holly?” “Oh, I’m right here,” the other woman said as she stepped out of the hallway, sashaying her way over to the arm of Damien’s chair, where she sat down. “The boys here were just telling me about their poker game the other night. Se

“Get up and kneel in front of me,” Holly ordered her. As Valerie rolled over to her knees, she noticed Holly standing and stripping out of her pants, something she never expected the woman to do in front of the others. To the best of Valerie’s knowledge, this would be the first time any of them saw the redhead even partially naked. A quick glance at Damien revealed Holly’s actions surprised him as well. Something had changed, but Valerie had no time to think about it. Moving over to where Holly stood, she watched as the woman took her seat once more, and then spread her legs, the dark red curls of her happy patch sitting on top of her slick channel. Valerie could see how wet the other woman was, and suddenly realized a new experience headed her way. With a crook of her finger, Holly motioned for her to come closer. “Now, you’re going to keep eating me out while these men take turns fucking that slutty twat of yours. You won’t stop until the last one has dumped their load into you, a

She stood in front of her window and watched as Holly drove away, her car loaded to the brim with her possessions. A knot twisted in the pit of her stomach as she stared after the car as it pulled out of the apartment complex’s parking lot, worried that somehow, her life had just changed and she had no idea in what way. Holly turned left and then disappeared around the corner, vanishing from sight. Gone. Valerie hadn’t wanted it to happen, but then again, she had done nothing to stop it, either. It was her fault. She never should have given in to Damien’s twisted perversions. And yet, there was nothing else she could do once she had surrendered that first time. He brought something out of her that she never knew existed, and there was no way she could put it back now that she knew it was there. What’s more, she knew it was inside of Damien as well. Holly knew it, too. They did not have the same goals or wants, and that never works for a long period of time. Perhaps their breaking up w

As she pulled her dress up to her waist, she glanced at her office door, fear clenching her stomach. “Dean, we shouldn’t be doing this here. You didn’t lock the door. What if someone comes in?” She moved the fabric slowly up her legs, hoping he would relent and tell her to stop. “Then they see my teacher exposing her ass to a student,” he smirked. “I’ll be rescued in their eyes, as they’ll see me as the assaulted one.” “Please, Dean, this isn’t right. We could get caught. What good would that do either of us?” He chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, if you haven’t had sex in this office with anyone, we’ll stop things for now. However, if you’ve fucked or sucked someone off in here, then get that damn dress off and show me that body.” She groaned, knowing full well if she lied to Dean, he would merely go to Damien and ask for confirmation, and then she would be in even worse trouble. With a sigh of resignation, she finished taking her dress off, placing it on her desk and out of the way.

Tuesday morning, and there was still no word from Damien. Valerie debated reaching out or going up to his apartment to make sure he was all right. His car hadn’t seemed to have moved since Sunday, which worried her. He was never one to stay put long. Nor had any of his friends been over to check on him. At the very least, she would have expected Nick to stop by, but there had been no sign of him. As she stepped out of her apartment, heading for work, she paused and glanced up the stairs at the darkness that swallowed Damien’s door. With a deep breath, she debated whether or not to go up there and knock to see if he would answer. Finally, she gave in to the impulse, climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door. He didn’t answer, however, and she blew out a breath of frustration. “Please text me,” she said through the door. “I just want to know you’re all right.” And then she turned and headed to her car and then the college. Entering her office, she noticed Dean sitting at the outer d