《Dampgate Senior Academy - Semesters of Lust》


 Chapter 1: The New Kid

    The hardest thing about Dampgate Senior Academy was not the classes themselves, but being able to pay attention in them. Take for instance the Geography class that Vic had been sitting in. Plate tectonics themselves were not that difficult of a concept, but why did Mrs. Laramie insist on delivering her lectures while sitting on her desk? And why did she have to have her legs crossed? And why did she insist on wearing a skirt and black boots? And why did she rock those legs ever so slightly in a rhythmic way that made you completely tune out the words and wait what kind of mountains were they talking about again?


    Vic almost startled himself to attention and then nervously looked around the classroom to see if anyone noticed. They didn¡¯t. The boys, and dare he say, some of the girls, were focused too much on Mrs. Laramie, while other students seemed to actually want to concentrate on their studies. Vic envied them, because as an eighteen-year-old boy, a man, by someone people¡¯s standards, though he would disagree, Dampgate Senior Academy was a lot to handle.


    He¡¯d certainly seen enough, and definitely heard enough, especially after hours when lying awake in the boys¡¯ dorm, to know how things worked around here. He tried to explain it away in his head as something perfectly normal ¨C what could one expect in a school attended only by senior boys and girls, these things were bound to happen. But the fact that they occurred so openly, and everyone seemed to laugh about it, well, he wasn¡¯t sure that after his first week he quite recovered from the initial shock.


    Mrs. Laramie went on about the various rock formations caused by plates moving one under the other, or rubbing against each other, much like the rubbing of her legs against each other, when Vic lost focus again, and thought about what had made things easier for him the first week.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    He considered himself lucky, because he was happily adopted by a group of nerdy friends, if the label ¡®nerd¡¯ could even be applied to anyone in a place like Dampgate. Between their various ¡­ extracurriculars, as Vic preferred to refer to them in his head, they seemed to be at least somewhat interested in academics. There was already one guy in the group, and three girls, and one of those girls, Marcia, sat in front of him in Geography, and provided stiff competition for Mrs. Laramie when it came to occupying his attention.


    Marcia was the bubbly one of the group, versus Liz who was more studious and Agnes who was more prickly. She was the kind of girl who got real close to tell you something loudly and put her hand on your arm without realizing what she was doing to you.


    Now all she was doing was existing, but any time Vic looked forward, all he could do was spy the outline of her bra underneath her white button-down shirt, the one that hid from the world her modest chest, and then also at the plaid skirt she was wearing, the one that hid from the world her ample bottom; standard uniform for the girls at Dampgate. He could see the flash of reddish-brown skin of her knees and upper calves, that area between the skirt and the socks that drove him crazy no matter where he looked.


    There were plenty of girls here who clipped theirs up so that their skirts would end inches north of their knees. There were two in particular, Kit and Laine, who circled Vic like vultures, with their heavy makeup painted nails and ways of talking that made them sound less smart than they actually were. An intentional act, and he was glad he already found his group of friends because their hungry looks did not make him comfortable.


    He thought he¡¯d figured Kit and Laine out ¨C they were easy to peg ¡­ in more ways than one. But Marcia was mostly a mystery to him. A sweet intoxicating mystery that sat close enough for him to smell the shampoo on her long black hair.

 Chapter 2: Marcia

    Class ended without Vic even realizing. Lost somewhere in the ringing of his ears was the class bell, and then all of a sudden Marcia had wheeled around in her seat and was facing him, bringing him back to a reality where both her and Mrs. Laramie were fully clothed.


    ¡°Hey do you have a cold or something?¡± Marcia asked.


    ¡°Uh, no, why do you say that?¡± he asked, finding his tongue dry.


    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s just that you¡¯ve been sniffling all class.¡±


    Shit, is that how obvious I was about smelling her hair? ¡°Oh, I think I have allergies.¡± That was good thinking, quick, solid and smooth. Now to get up and get out quickly ¨C a strategy made impossible by what was going on in his pants. He needed to make sure she didn¡¯t see because somehow despite everything that went on in the Academy, she made no secret of finding those things particularly hilarious. And so he sat, awkwardly shuffling things down into his backpack, which actually made things much worse, because she got up, and now her butt was much closer to his eye level than it was before.


    ¡°Hey, we were all planning on heading down to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing right now. Want to come?¡±


    ¡°Yes, sure, that¡¯d be great,¡± he said, trying to look anywhere but her so that he could calm down and actually get out. Aphrodite¡¯s Landing was a town, if you could even call it that ¨C several streets of three-story brownstones and few scattered houses around ¨C about the only other place on their island that had people, and so was the chosen destination for hanging out outside of school.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    ¡°Oh good. Looks like it¡¯s going to be rain on the weekend so they said it might be our last chance to enjoy it for a few days.¡±


    ¡°Hey is Agnes coming?¡± He didn¡¯t really care one way or another if Agnes was coming, but it meant diverting attention from the fact that he said he was going and yet was still sitting at his desk. One thing he at least appreciated about Marcia is that she kept the buttons of her shirt buttoned all the way up, unlike some others ¡­ like Kit and Laine.


    ¡°Agnes? Are you kidding? She¡¯s the one that wanted to go the most. Even if it was storming I don¡¯t think you could¡¯ve kept her back.¡±


    ¡°Really I didn¡¯t take Agnes for one to ¨C¡±


    ¡°The girl has needs.¡±


    ¡°Right, right.¡±


    She let him sit in silence for another moment, and then finally prompted him. ¡°So? Are you ready to go or not?¡±


    He discovered that mercifully, yes, he was ready to go. And so he got up and slung his backpack over the shoulder, but didn¡¯t get much further than that.


    ¡°Vic?¡± It was Mrs. Laramie¡¯s voice. Most of the students had piled out already but the few that were still there gave knowing smiles and made themselves scarce. ¡°Could you stay behind for a moment?¡±


    Vic swallowed hard.


    ¡°Ooh, exciting,¡± Marcia said with a wink and a cute little shrug of her shoulders.


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t think so,¡± Vic said under his breath.


    ¡°Oh relax. See you soon ¡­ maybe.¡±


    It was hard watching Marcia go. Not because she left him alone in the room with Mrs. Laramie, but because of the way her hips moved side to side underneath that skirt, and he again started to wonder if he was pitching a tent when his entire attention should have been on his teacher.

 Chapter 3: Mrs. Laramie

    ¡°You wanted to talk to me, Mrs. Laramie?¡± Vic asked as he approached her desk, upon which she was still perched, one leg over the other.


    ¡°Yes Vic, I just wanted to see how your first week was going,¡± Mrs. Laramie said, adjusting her black-rimmed glasses up her nose with a slender finger.


    ¡°It¡¯s going well,¡± Vic said, his mouth still dry.


    ¡°Good, good, and you¡¯re enjoying it?¡± She moved the bangs out of her eyes and behind her ears, her blonde hair falling just to her shoulders.


    ¡°I think so ¡­ yes.¡± He was, yes, that was the short answer, but he didn¡¯t think it would be appropriate to give the long answer.


    ¡°Are you missing home at all?¡± she asked, her voice dripping honey. It was a curious question in that it made him draw a blank. He did not miss home, he did not think about home, and now that he tried to do it, something slipped of his mind and it wasn¡¯t important anymore.


    ¡°Sorry, what was the question?¡±


    ¡°Never mind that Vic,¡± Mrs. Laramie said and licked her upper lip slowly. ¡°We just want to make sure you feel at home here. That you feel nice and comfortable.¡± He would have felt comfortable if at the end of the sentence Mrs. Laramie did not reach out and grab his hand, squeezing it as if trying to assure him.


    ¡°We just want to make sure that you¡¯re completely comfortable.¡± As she said this, Mrs. Laramie pulled Vic¡¯s hand forward and placed it on her own leg, just above the knee. Vic¡¯s breath stopped short as he felt the skin of his teacher¡¯s thigh underneath his fingers, but Mrs. Laramie kept his hand firmly there. ¡°I know what you¡¯ve been staring at all class,¡± she said, not in an accusing tone.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    ¡°I ¨C no ¨C I¡¯m sorry,¡± Vic stammered, but the hand would not be released.


    ¡°Shh,¡± Mrs. Laramie said and then gave a laugh that was a little shrill. ¡°All you teenage boys are the same.¡±


    Mrs. Laramie looked like she would know a thing or two about teenage boys. She was at least twice Vic¡¯s age, and even though she had a couple of laugh lines and wrinkles around her eyes, was very attractive for her age.


    ¡°All you teenage boys think about the same thing,¡± she said and let go of Vic¡¯s hand, though it had been there long enough, soaking into her soft flesh, that he did not run. ¡°Tell me, Vic, is this what you were thinking about?¡±


    The Geography teacher leaned slightly back, uncrossing her legs and letting her skirt ride up, and revealed to Vic his greatest dream and what, for the moment, was also his greatest nightmare ¨C she had not been wearing any panties.


    As far as moisture was concerned, there was literally nothing left of it in his mouth and she must have sensed that.


    ¡°You look thirsty, Vic,¡± she said, again so sweetly it nearly killed him. ¡°I can offer you a drink.¡±


    Vic stared dumbly at Mrs. Laramie¡¯s womanhood, which quite clearly demonstrated that she was a true blonde, and thought his blood might boil over. He did want a drink, he wanted nothing more than that in the moment.


    ¡°Come on, Vic. If you¡¯re worried about seeing your friends, this shouldn¡¯t take long ¡­ if you do it right.¡±


    Mrs. Laramie lifted her legs and placed the boots on the desk to either side of her, and then used two fingers to further expose herself, the moisture around her hairy pink nethers reflecting in the classroom lights.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be shy, I can walk you through it.¡±


    And with that, Vic abided, getting on his knees in front of the teacher¡¯s desk, and drinking in a cup of hot temptation.

 Chapter 4: Agnes

    Mrs. Laramie knew her own body well, and as a teacher, she wasn¡¯t just a good teacher of Geography, so true to her word, Vic was out of there in ten minutes, finding himself in a school hallway he had hoped was empty.


    It was Marek that saw him first, gave him a goofy grin, and then aggressively propositioned him for a high five while shouting ¡°Nice!¡±


    Vic returned the high five, it seemed rude not to, and then shuffled in the direction of his friends and their lockers.


    ¡°Ah, there he is, I told you he wouldn¡¯t be long,¡± it was Marcia that had spotted him first.


    ¡°So, I heard that you¡¯ve been officially baptized,¡± Agnes said with a bit of a sarcastic smirk. It was always hard to read Agnes, she seemed to be dissatisfied by many things, and somehow her pointed nose and chin, and wild curly hair seemed to complement that.


    ¡°Uh, baptized? I wouldn¡¯t say that.¡±


    ¡°Oh please,¡± Agnes said, ¡°You still have a little something on your ¡­¡± she waved her finger around her lips.


    ¡°Shit,¡± Vic said, scrambling to wipe Mrs. Laramie¡¯s wetness from his mouth with the back of his sleeve.


    ¡°Well I for one am just glad that you joined the fold now, buddy,¡± Owen, the other guy member of their group said. ¡°Maybe now you can stop acting all weird around here.¡±Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    ¡°Ugh, speaking of weird,¡± Agnes said, spotting something behind Vic and then pushing past him. He turned around and saw that she was marching to an open classroom door, where one of their classmates, tall and elegant Tanya, had one foot up on her desk to provide easier access to Mr. Tourette, one of the older teachers with a great grey beard to prove it, who was moving at a clip one would not expect from a man his age.


    ¡°Have the decency to close the damn door, Tanya, no one wants to see that,¡± Agnes said, putting her hand on the doorknob.


    ¡°Says ¡­ you,¡± Tanya answered, annoyed and between grunts before Agnes slammed the door shut.


    ¡°I draw the line at having to see either Mr. Tourette or that giraffe going at it,¡± Agnes said, and Liz, who at that point had said nothing, snickered.


    ¡°Anyway, can we head down to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing or not, or do you need a few minutes, Vic?¡± Agnes asked.


    He wasn¡¯t sure what she meant at first, but then looking down at his own pants understood everything and turned what he imagined was a bright beet colour.


    ¡°He¡¯ll be fine,¡± Marcia laughed and grabbed him by the elbow.


    ¡°Are you sure?¡± came the somewhat screechy catlike voice of Kit, who along with Laine were the two girls who seemed to show unhealthy interest in Vic. ¡°We can help out if you want, Vic.¡±


    ¡°No, he¡¯s really good,¡± Marcia said sternly and pulled on Vic¡¯s arm. ¡°Go peddle your flat asses elsewhere.¡±


    Kit and Laine both scoffed and Vic couldn¡¯t hide his own smile. Conventionally, both the other girls were ¡®hotter¡¯ if you went by the shorter skirts, the makeup and the buttons that were unbuttoned all the way down to where you could see their bras. Compared to them, Marcia would be more accurately described as ¡®cute¡¯ but whenever she got this strong and bossy, that was when her true beauty was revealed. At least to Vic anyway, who was still trying to make heads or tails of his day with Mrs. Laramie¡¯s taste on his tongue.


    ¡°Alright, we good now?¡± Agnes asked, and them having all agreed, Vic, Marcia, Agnes, Owen and Liz headed towards the front doors of the Academy.

 Chapter 5: Owen

    When the five of them stepped out of the entrance of Dampgate Senior Academy, they found themselves in precisely the kind of day where one would expect it to start raining any moment. The blanket of grey clouds hung heavily, nearly touching the tips of the dark pine trees that grew all around the crest of the hill where the Academy building stood.


    He glanced back behind him as they walked the gravel path down in the direction of the town. The structure was exactly as one would expect something that calls itself an ¡°Academy¡± to look ¨C walls built from a light brown stone loomed large before being capped off by little spires and contained windows that stretched nearly from floor to ceiling, which flooded the cavernous classrooms in light even on days like this. On either side of the complex were the dormitories, divided by gender, even though Vic wondered why they even bothered.


    When his eyes fell on the grand door to the Academy, which had to be pushed with not-insignificant force to open, and the sides of which met at the top like the tip of a leaf, all he could think about was Mrs. Laramie; how her own soft and wet folds between her legs met at the tip that hid the precious little nub that she taught him about. He could still feel its small firmness between his lips and ¨C


    ¡°Hey you coming?¡±


    It was Owen calling him and Vic realized that while he was craning his neck he¡¯d fallen a good five paces behind the others, so he did a little awkward jog to catch up.


    ¡°You thinking about Mrs. Laramie again?¡± Owen asked with a light elbow jab into Vic¡¯s ribs.Stolen story; please report.


    ¡°What? How did you even know?¡± For the millionth time that day, Vic had to look down at his pants to see if they had been betraying him and thankfully this time they were not.


    Owen laughed an easy laugh. ¡°Oh you just have that startled new student look about you is all. All you newbies take some time getting used to it.¡±


    ¡°I take it you¡¯ve been here a while then?¡±


    ¡°Long enough to feel like I¡¯m the experienced one,¡± Owen said, thrusting his hands in his pockets. Vic marveled at how confidently Owen carried himself, especially for a guy who was fairly short ¨C about the height of Agnes, though a few inches taller than Liz. When Vic walked side by side with him, he could look down at the top of Owen¡¯s head ¨C his well-trimmed curly hair growing thickly on his head. Everything about him seemed thick except for his height ¨C thick eyebrows, wide chin, but also wide shoulders. Not an expert in these things by any means, but Owen didn¡¯t seem to Vic too handsome for a guy, though again that confidence seemed to make up for it in spades.


    ¡°You get a lot of new students here?¡± Vic probed, hoping to not feel so lost and alone if he wasn¡¯t the first one to be caught off guard by Dampgate Senior Academy.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know about ¡®a lot¡¯,¡± Owen shrugged, looking down the path ahead of him, allowing the three girls to gain a bit of distance on them, ¡°But they come around occasionally, new students, transfer students, substitute teachers. Always new faces abound. So ¡­ it pays to talk to people. If you get shy, you might get frozen out, you know what I¡¯m saying?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m ¡­ not sure I do, but thanks for the advice.¡±


    ¡°No problem, buddy,¡± Owen said clapping a hand on Vic¡¯s shoulder, having to reach a bit. ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll do just fine here.¡±


    ¡°Thanks,¡± Vic replied, not as certainly as he hoped, and then threw one last glance at the Academy building before it disappeared behind the trees as the path to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing took a turn.

 Chapter 6: Aphrodite’s Landing

    Now that they were fully surrounded by the forest, it would be another ten minutes before they reached the bottom of the path and entered Aphrodite¡¯s Landing. He¡¯d been there once before since he arrived, a quick trip to get ice cream after the first day of classes, already scooped up by the group of friends that he¡¯d found himself now surrounded by.


    After a day spent between the imposing walls of Dampgate Academy, the walk down to the shore was a welcome change of scenery. The air here was fresh and clean and smelled of wet forest, and the only sounds were their voices, the dripping dew from the trees and the crunch of their footsteps on gravel, and not a moan of pleasure to be heard.


    That lasted for all of a hot minute, except that it wasn¡¯t interrupted by a moan of pleasure but rather a mocking imitation of one.


    ¡°I¡¯m just saying,¡± Liz said coolly, her hair done up in her usually simple ponytail, ¡°Everyone else seems to be allowed to do it with their door open.¡± Vic realized that it had been Agnes imitating Tanya from earlier.


    ¡°Well there¡¯s a time and place for everything,¡± Agnes insisted.


    ¡°Hold on,¡± Marcia said, ¡°Wasn¡¯t it just last week that I walked in on you and Marek? And girl, by the way, what happened to your standards?¡±


    ¡°Firstly,¡± Agnes said, pointing her already pointy chin up into the air, ¡°That door was supposed to be closed, so it¡¯s totally different. Secondly, my tastes and business are none of your business. And thirdly, I would hope you don¡¯t see me in the same light as that flamingo. How does she even walk around on those heels, she looks like the boss¡¯s favourite secretary?¡±Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    ¡°Well she is Mr. Tourette¡¯s favourite student,¡± Owen chimed in.


    ¡°Which, honestly, is part of the problem. If anyone should be putting a lid on their business, it¡¯s those two, and if they won¡¯t, then I¡¯ll do it for them.¡±


    Marcia smiled at this with a slight eye roll and shook her head.


    Not long after that, the trees parted, and the gravel road flowed into the stony paved streets of Aphrodite¡¯s Landing. The main thoroughfare, if it could even be called that, led them past two and three-story buildings, with living quarters on the upper floors, and the bottom floors filled with cute shops, cafes, restaurants and for the more adventurous, even bars.


    To the left of them rising up an extra twenty feet or so from one of the buildings was something called the ¡®Watchtower¡¯. Not really a tower for watching, of course, but he was told it was the remnants of an old lighthouse, which made sense as its windows were illuminated by a bright orange light after sun fall. The road they walked on continued for a few more block all the way down to the shore and the jetty. That¡¯s where he would have arrived on the island with his luggage only a week ago, though now the day seemed so far that he had a hard time remembering it.


    ¡°So anyway Pavlo did end up asking me out,¡± Vic heard Marcia say and snapped right to attention.


    ¡°Ugh, finally, I thought that boy would explode before he did,¡± Agnes said.


    ¡°So what did you say?¡± Liz asked. Yes, this was the vitally important question of the moment.


    ¡°I said ¡®no¡¯ of course,¡± Marcia said, not unkindly.


    ¡°That¡¯s it, you¡¯ve gone and killed him,¡± Agnes said.


    ¡°He¡¯ll survive, but I¡¯m not about to commit to anyone in that way.¡±


    ¡°Well there¡¯s other ways you can commit to him,¡± Agnes suggested.


    ¡°Sure, but that¡¯s not what he asked for.¡±


    There was a lot for Vic to process from that little exchange, but in any case, whoever this Pavlo chap was, for they had not had a chance to meet, there was a profound sense of relief to know that Marcia had told him ¡®no¡¯.

 Chapter 7: Liz

    Their first destination that day was the same quaint ice cream shop they¡¯d eaten at earlier in the week. It was on the right side of the main road coming down from Dampgate, sandwiched between a barber shop with a stereotypical spinning barber¡¯s pole affixed to the outside, and a store that sold dresses.


    ¡°Ooh, that yellow one¡¯s nice,¡± Marcia said, stopping on a dime and approaching the window display. Even after a brief glance at the yellow dress on the mannequin, Vic knew he wholeheartedly agreed that it was a nice one, in that, as he imagined it, it would look nice on her. Somehow though he figured that no one needed his opinion and, in any case, Owen nudged him forward and they entered the store with Liz.


    The service here was just as great as it was the time before, even if it was a different person working the counter. Vic briefly wondered how many people they needed to staff an ice cream place in such a small time but then his cone arrived and he thought nothing more of it. Instead, just as Marcia and Agnes were coming in, he took a seat at the counter by the window, right beside Liz who was picking at her ice cream with a little plastic spoon.¡±


    ¡°Hey,¡± he said, sidling up next to her.


    ¡°Hey,¡± she answered, continuing to look out the window and not at him.


    ¡°So ¡­ are we okay, or what?¡±


    ¡°Or what?¡± Liz asked, speaking in a tone that failed on every account to sound casual.


    ¡°Or ¡­ I know we normally don¡¯t talk all that much, but I don¡¯t think you¡¯ve said one word to me since the end of classes and I want to say you¡¯ve even been avoiding looking at me.¡± She was looking at him then, through the thick lenses of her otherwise small glasses. Though she had appeared younger than the rest of them, she still had the same eighteen years that they all did and carried herself more reserved than the others, the wildest thing about her was that her sleeves were rolled up to her elbow.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Liz chewed her lip, as if she was contemplating something and then turned away and said, ¡°It¡¯s not a big deal.¡±


    ¡°Come on, I think you can tell me.¡± He put his hand on her arm as she said this and she looked down at where he touched her and then up at him and then he let go. The sing-song voice of Marcia sounded behind him as she made her order, and he had to force himself to not turn around mid-conversation. ¡°Does it have anything to do with ¡­ Mrs. Laramie?¡± He had no idea how that would be connected, but it seemed worth a shot.


    Liz snorted slightly and then looked out the window again. ¡°It does, but not in any way you might think.¡±


    ¡°Honestly, I don¡¯t know which way to think. Thinking is not exactly my strength.¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s exactly my problem,¡± she said, turning in her stool, her knees bumping against his. ¡°I¡¯m tired of actually having to work hard for my grades when someone like you can walk in, do whatever it is that you ¡­ do, and then take the easy way out.¡±


    Vic pulled back a little at this. He had assumed that this kind of stuff was just something that went on at Dampgate, and did not consider that there was any actual quid pro quo involved.


    ¡°You don¡¯t really think I¡¯m going to get an ¡®A¡¯ in her class just because I ¡­ I ¡­ pleasured her?¡±


    ¡°Vic, Marek got an ¡®A¡¯ in her class last semester.¡±


    Vic looked out the window, ¡°Damn, that¡¯s bad.¡±


    Liz nodded grimly. ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m talking about. If I was given the chance, maybe I¡¯d take the easy ¡®A¡¯ and then that would free up time to put more work into my other classes.¡±


    Vic¡¯s imagination, as male teenager imaginations are apt to do, had promptly runaway from him, and suddenly it was Liz bending down in front of Mrs. Laramie, and putting those thin pale lips to work for her grades.


    ¡°Would you even, you know ¡­ do that, if you were given the opportunity?¡± he asked with a dry mouth.


    ¡°For a good mark, sure,¡± Liz said, her face so completely serious she seemed to suck all implied intimacy out o the act, ¡°I mean, I would try at least.¡± Even this last part was said as if she was merely talking about putting in a dozen hours into some kind of extra credit assignment.


    ¡°Why do you want your good grades so badly, anyway, what¡¯s your end goal here?¡±


    ¡°I ¨C I don¡¯t even know,¡± she furrowed her brow at this and then shook her head, ¡°It¡¯s just important to me, okay?¡±


    Just then, Marcia and Agnes arrived by their side. ¡°You guys ready to go?¡± Marcia asked.


    ¡°Sure thing,¡± Liz replied and hopped off the stool.

 Chapter 8: The Island

    Coming out of the ice cream shop and still licking his cone, Vic¡¯s mind was an intricate dichotomy. On the one hand, he was still focused on what Liz said, about what she was ready and willing to do to guarantee good grades. He imagined Mrs. Laramie, her boots on her desk, her legs spread open, but he could not see what Mrs. Laramie contained between those legs, because the view was blocked by the back of Liz¡¯s head, her ponytail twitching ever so slightly up and down as she put in the work.


    Then there was the other side of his brain, which was genuinely feeling bad for Liz, who even in his first week could see was smarter than everyone in their group and was putting in the most hours into studying. There were more women teachers than men at Dampgate Senior Academy, and the men included those like Mr. Tourette, so certainly he could see how Liz would have been at a disadvantage.


    She caught him staring at her as they moved down the street towards the water and he wasn¡¯t sure which expression on his face she saw but either way she flashed him a stern look and then looked away.


    As the new member of what seemed like a well-established group of friends, Vic still found himself hanging a bit on the periphery. Owen gabbed loudly among the girls, and even Liz, who was quieter than the rest, kept proper pace with them and added her piece to the conversation. Vic meanwhile felt himself a wide-eyed baby squirrel with its head on a swivel, just soaking in the sights and sounds of Aphrodite¡¯s Landing.


    A short walk later and they came to the water with its single jetty, and a boardwalk leading off to the left with a walk up into the forest on the right.


    ¡°Okay you see over there?¡± Owen said, leaning in conspiratorially and motioning to the dirt path leading up and along the rocky shore. ¡°That¡¯s about a fifteen-minute hike and then you end up on this flat rocky lookout. Breathtaking scenery, gorgeous views, will make you believe in Poseidon.¡±


    ¡°Sounds nice.¡±


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    ¡°I think it¡¯s very hard to miss what you mean at this point,¡± Vic answered.


    ¡°Ha, ¡®hard¡¯, nice one. See you¡¯re getting the hang of it. Anytime you want to go up there, even if you¡¯re not the show, you¡¯re gonna get one.¡±


    ¡°Got it,¡± Vic said, not really annoyed by the conversation itself but at least by how close Owen was.


    ¡°You need to loosen up, buddy,¡± Owen said, putting an arm around Vic¡¯s shoulder and giving him a shake. ¡°It¡¯s the law.¡±


    Before Vic got a chance to answer to that, Owen wandered off to rejoin Liz and Agnes, while Vic noticed that Marcia had gone off on her own and was further away along the wooden jetty. Watching Owen to make sure he was sufficiently distracted, Vic followed Marcia down the weathered wooden planks. Walking here above the murky water that sloshed halfway up the thick bunches of mussels that grew from the posts that supported the jetty, the air smelled thickly of the vaguely rotten seaweed smell of the ocean. High overhead, seagulls circled, occasionally chirping their obnoxious cries.


    When he reached Marcia, she was standing right at the edge of the jetty looking out onto the expanse of the water. There were no boats docked there that day, so she had an unobstructed view of the entire grey expanse to the horizon, not another shred of land visible from where they were. Out here a hundred feet out into the water, looking in each direction, it was hard to tell how big their island was, and maybe this little corner of it was all there was to it.


    ¡°It¡¯s nice, right?¡± Vic asked, standing next to Marcia.


    ¡°More like terrifying,¡± she said a bit distantly.


    ¡°How¡¯s that?¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t find it scary?¡± she asked, not taking her eyes off the sea. ¡°Look at it, there¡¯s so much water. So much water it¡¯s hard to really imagine exactly how much even though you¡¯re looking right at it. And from here, it just looks infinite.¡±


    For a moment, he wanted to ask if there was anything that lay for her across this great expanse, but then he thought the question to be silly, and its absence left him in silence.


    ¡°How are you liking your roommate?¡± Marcia asked finally.


    ¡°Marek? Yeah, he¡¯s great. Super fun guy,¡± Vic answered, making it obvious he was laying it on thick. ¡°Very ¡­ prolific.¡±


    ¡°So I bet you¡¯re not getting a lot of sleep, huh?¡±


    ¡°You could say that.¡±


    ¡°My roommate¡¯s the same, but she goes to the boy¡¯s dorm.¡± Marcia paused then for a moment, and then turned to him, her face lighting up, ¡°Hey, you should come over and sleep with me.¡±


    ¡°Hu-wha?¡± For a second, Vic thought he would fall right into the water.


    ¡°Well, not ¡®sleep with me¡¯ sleep with me, but in the same room, in my roommate¡¯s bed.¡±


    ¡°Oh, right, gotcha,¡± Vic said, awash in both relief and disappointment. ¡°That sounds like a good plan.¡± It actually sounded like nothing he would attempt in a million years, but the sentiment was appreciated.

 Chapter 9: Thousand Soaks

    Vic and Marcia stood there a surprisingly long time at the end of the jetty, just watching the ocean move in its mysterious ways. By the end of it, he felt like he was intruding on her own personal communion with nature, but it would have felt strange to just turn around and walk away by himself. Instead, he probably picked not the best alternative option ¨C distracted by the sounds of Marcia¡¯s skirt flapping in the wind, he would sneak little sideways glances at her thighs and calves, as well as the tender profile of her breasts underneath her shirt, imagining his own hand slipping underneath the fabric.


    He was surprised that the others had given them some space, thankful to have Marcia alone, even though he could not find anything to say, partially because he did not want to disturb her. But then, based on a queue that he could not sense, she decided it was time to rejoin Agnes, Liz and Owen, and they wandered back across the jetty towards them, finding Owen balancing along the wooden rail at the foot of the boardwalk, jumping off with a laugh as they came over.


    They hung out like this for another hour, mostly strolling up and down the boardwalk, also full of similar shops as the main street of town, and which terminated abruptly in a sheer rock face that jutted out into the water, thus marking the other limit of Aphrodite¡¯s Landing. As the sun just started dipping down to the horizon, casting their shadows long up the walls of the buildings that faced the boardwalk, they drifted towards where they were going to spend their evening ¨C a favourite destination of Dampgate Senior Academy students ¨C the Thousand Soaks pub.


    ¡°You ever been in here?¡± Owen asked, holding the door open for the rest of them.


    ¡°No I haven¡¯t had the chance,¡± Vic answered.


    ¡°Well, in that case, you¡¯re not a true Dampgate student yet,¡± Owen laughed, giving Vic a pat on the back as he walked in.


    ¡°He¡¯s been here barely a week, Owen,¡± Marcia said. ¡°Maybe you¡¯re just not a very good guide.¡±Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    ¡°Okay, well we¡¯ll soon fix that,¡± Owen said.


    They were the early birds that day, and Marcia explained to Vic it was because they wanted to get one of the booths in the back that was just big enough for them and any guests, because if you do manage to drag some tables together in the dining room, good luck hearing anyone over the noise of the crowd.


    It was a quaint place, somewhat dark as most of the lightning was from those rustic orangey lightbulbs, with a tiny stage in the corner, and a bar in the middle with a wall of bottles behind the bartender. The bartender was there now, in a tight-fitting black tee that exposed his well-toned arms, looking down as they entered, and though Vic wasn¡¯t quite sure what he¡¯d seen, but it looked like the bartender pocketed some kind of electric device the moment he saw Vic glance in his direction. He couldn¡¯t get a closer look as Owen ushered them to the booth they were coveting.


    As they settled into the booth, Owen picked up a menu and held it in front of his face, as if he did not know the selection off by heart and asked, ¡°Are you a nacho man, Vic?¡±


    ¡°Am I a? I mean, I guess I enjoy nachos,¡± Vic said, looking down at the menu himself.


    ¡°Who doesn¡¯t enjoy nachos, Owen?¡± Agnes asked in a creaky annoyed voice.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know, the bartender doesn¡¯t look like a nacho guy,¡± Owen said, ¡°Looks like a two pieces of lean chicken breasts, a quinoa salad and protein shake kind of guy.¡±


    ¡°Mmm,¡± Agnes hummed, ¡°He sure does.¡±


    ¡°Found one already?¡± Marcia asked.


    ¡°Maybe.¡±


    Just then, the doors to Thousand Soaks opened and two police officers, a man and a woman, dressed in the usual neatly pressed blue suits, walked in. Vic had only seen the local police once before, a different pair of officers greeting him at the dock and asking him how his journey was, staring at him for far too long and then walking away.


    These two had walked straight over to the bartender, the woman leaning in to whisper something into his ear. Even from here it looked like the bartender¡¯s face turned pale before his shoulders sank and without further ado he headed for the doors, the officers trailing behind him.


    ¡°Aww, well, guess I better keep looking,¡± Agnes said.


    ¡°What was that all about?¡± Vic asked.


    ¡°Who knows,¡± Liz said.


    ¡°The officers keep the peace, that¡¯s all I care about,¡± Owen added, eyes scanning the menu.


    A moment later, and a new bartender stepped out from the back, this time a buxom woman that seemed to be in her mid-forties and resumed the duties as if nothing even happened.

 Chapter 10: Liz and Bailey

    Over the next couple of hours, patrons filled up Thousand Soaks to capacity. The Dampgate students were easy enough to spot by their uniforms, though a few of them did change into some casual clothes before coming over, but there were others milling about here too, mostly in their thirties but those older as well. The Dampgate girls though of course attracted the most attention. Vic had spotted Kit and Laine there, talking to guys while leaning with their arms onto their tables, sticking their behinds in their shortened skirts out in the direction of the table behind them, knowing the guys there would not stop staring.


    ¡°Hey guys, mind if I get in there?¡± Vic recognized the Dampgate boy who approached the table, though he had only met him once before ¨C it was Bailey, and though he did not hang out with them on the regular, he was Liz¡¯s boyfriend, or at least, whatever passed for a steady boyfriend at Dampgate. Liz had previously wedged herself between Vic and Marcia, leaving Vic sitting on the outside, and now he had to scoot over some more to allow Bailey to sit between him and Liz, leaving Marcia even further out of reach. He had wished that his mind would not be preoccupied with such minor machinations, but then Marcia moved her black hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear and he knew there was no other way of existing for him.


    ¡°Excuse,¡± Bailey said, sneaking by Vic and then, ¡°Hey babe,¡± to Liz as he plunked down next to her.


    ¡°Hey,¡± she said, somewhat bored, as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Immediately Bailey¡¯s hand dropped down to Liz¡¯s knee and she swatted it off with a light slap from her hand.


    ¡°Least you could do is buy me some wings first,¡± Liz said. That would have been her third order of wings for the night. Maybe an unremarkable accomplishment, if she wasn¡¯t generally so tiny looking. Bailey and Liz started murmuring to each other as couples who haven¡¯t seen each all day were apt to do, so Vic tried to lean in further and join the conversation of the other three.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°Looks like the night¡¯s entertainment is here,¡± Agnes nodded over to the stage, where one guy with a salt and pepper beard, a button-down plaid shirt, and ripped black jeans was setting up a guitar.


    ¡°Wait, him?¡± Marcia asked. ¡°Agnes, ew, he¡¯s like, at least forty.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, but he¡¯s a musician,¡± Agnes said, though it sounded like she was poking fun at herself as well.


    ¡°He¡¯s one guy with a guitar.¡±


    ¡°Good enough for me.¡±


    Once he started playing, the guitar guy wasn¡¯t so bad and had one of those stereotypical rocker voices that wouldn¡¯t have made his band stand out from a dozen others. Vic was kind of enjoying the vibes when he overheard (or deliberately eavesdropped since no matter what he was doing, his ears were attuned to Marcia) Marcia say, ¡°Liz, girl, are you okay?¡±


    Vic looked over at Liz and could see why Marcia would be asking. There seem to be a shimmer of sweat just underneath her hairline, and she was breathing more heavily, and at the same time wincing slightly every couple of seconds. He was about to call for help when Liz answered, ¡°Yeah ¡­ I¡¯m fine. Bailey¡¯s just ¡­ a little clumsy?¡±


    ¡°Ah, I see,¡± Marcia drew out her words sympathetically. ¡°Hope for your sake he¡¯s a fast learner.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m very patient,¡± Liz said, biting her lip and Vic allowed his eyes to drift downward and find that Bailey¡¯s hand was busy under Liz¡¯s skirt, revealing a pale flash of her upper thighs. ¡°Could you maybe slow down and not try to strum me like a ukulele?¡±


    ¡°Oh, sorry, babe,¡± Bailey said and it did look like his fingers chilled out a bit between Liz¡¯s legs. Somehow, even with her boyfriend busy pleasuring her underneath the table, Liz had attention enough to finish off her chicken wings. Although some of his instinct told him he should not be staring, things were obviously done differently at Dampgate, so he allowed himself to watch Liz¡¯s changing expression and knew by her closed eyes and stilled breath when the roll of pleasure went through her, after which Bailey invited her to dance and they got out of the table, finally leaving Vic sitting next to Marcia.

 Chapter 11: Devi

    No sooner had Vic slid over to Marcia¡¯s side, the space that he had previously occupied was taken up by Devi, another Dampgate student who sat next to Vic in math class.


    ¡°Hey how¡¯s it going?¡± Devi asked with a light smile, getting so close to Vic that he was very aware of her thigh pressed up against his. She was dressed all in black, with high heels affixed with multiple thin straps to her feet, a tight-fitting skirt and a long-sleeved shirt cropped so high, he could see her whole belly and navel.


    ¡°Good I guess, umm, music¡¯s pretty good.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s alright. How¡¯d you find your first week?¡±


    Vic could feel Marcia watching their interaction, which didn¡¯t make it go any easier for him.


    ¡°It¡¯s not bad,¡± Vic finally answered after shaking off the feeling of Marcia¡¯s eyes on him; a brilliant conversationalist, as always.


    ¡°Yeah, Dampgate¡¯s wild, isn¡¯t it?¡± Devi asked, leaning with her arms onto the table and looking out over the Thousand Soaks dining room.


    ¡°That¡¯s one way of putting it,¡± Vic said, and felt Devi lean her shoulder against his.


    ¡°You a dancer?¡± the brown-skinned girl asked looking him right in the eyes. She smelled sweetly of perfume and a little bit of sweat and there was something about him that was dancing but it would never be his legs.


    ¡°You know I¡¯m not really much of a ¨C¡± Vic was saved from concocting any more awkward excuses by the musician putting the music on pause and taking a break. ¡°Maybe next time?¡±


    Devi looked at him and Vic was sure that she didn¡¯t believe him, but she shrugged and said, ¡°Okay sounds good,¡± and then left their table.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Agnes, with her eyes on the guitar player who was taking off his instrument and setting it aside said, ¡°That¡¯s my cue.¡±


    ¡°You know he didn¡¯t get any younger during that set,¡± Marcia said.


    ¡°I think you¡¯re significantly overestimating how much your opinion has a sway over me,¡± Agnes said, making a move to get out from the table.


    ¡°It¡¯s not about my opinion Nessie, I¡¯m just looking out for you.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m a big girl, noted and ignored,¡± Agnes said without malice and then headed straight for the guitarist, while Marcia was left behind, smiling crookedly and shaking her head.


    ¡°Is she going to be okay?¡± Vic said.


    ¡°Agnes?¡± Marcia laughed. ¡°She¡¯ll be fine. I just like giving her a hard time. She¡¯ll just flirt awkwardly, make out for a few minutes and maybe go down on him in the restroom.¡±


    The brief look of shock on his face is what Marcia must¡¯ve noticed before she burst out in another laugh. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m just saying that¡¯s how it is. She always talks a big talk and then never goes beyond that and never ends up ¡­


    ¡°Having sex?¡± Vic suggested just as Marcia said, ¡°Fucking.¡±


    Marcia peered into his face and said, ¡°Did you drink too many beers? You¡¯re looking a little flushed?¡±


    ¡°I ¨C I didn¡¯t actually drink anything.¡± Maybe it would have been a good idea if he did. It may have at least made it possible to handle this forthrightness from Marcia.


    ¡°Really? I¡¯ve had like ¡­ two? Sorry when I drink my mouth tends to just run away.¡±


    ¡°No, that¡¯s fine, that¡¯s fine.¡±


    ¡°What about her though? She was cute.¡±


    ¡°Who?¡±


    ¡°Devi.¡±


    ¡°Oh, right, right, but not as ¨C¡± He was sure he was about to say it, but it was the intent stare at him that made him choke up and say. ¡°Yeah, yeah, she was cute.¡±


    ¡°She¡¯s nice, too,¡± Marcia suggested.


    ¡°Oh yeah?¡±


    ¡°Yup. I know it¡¯s your first week but you shouldn¡¯t be afraid to branch out more. Look at Liz and Agnes and especially Owen. We hang out, but you can hang loose with anyone here.¡±


    ¡°Do you ¨C do you have a boyfriend?¡± Another question that would have likely been easier to say under the influence.


    ¡°Me? No, not at the moment. But you know, wouldn¡¯t say no to any diversions. Why?¡±


    There was some kind of logjam in his brain that made his tongue feel like it was ten sizes too big, so all he managed to say was, ¡°No reason,¡± and that was the end of that conversation.

 Chapter 12: The Girls’ Dormitory

    They spent another couple of hours at Thousand Oaks that evening. Agnes, just as Marcia had predicted, spent a few minutes flirting with the guitar player, and not long after Vic looked up to find her pinned against the wall, the musician necking her with his salt-and-pepper beard while holding up one of her legs just under the thigh. Then at one point they disappeared, and then Agnes came back from the washroom, not adjusting her skirt, but wiping her mouth.


    ¡°How was it?¡± Marcia asked as Agnes sat back at their table.


    ¡°Just get me a beer okay,¡± she said, trying to sound a bit bored but Vic thought he did see a twinkle of satisfaction in her eyes.


    Two other girls from Dampgate came to say ¡®hi¡¯ to Vic, Amanda and Evelyn, and both were rebuffed in the same non-comital way as Devi was, but did cause Owen to say that Vic was a ¡®hot commodity¡¯.


    At the end of the night, they piled out of Thousand Soaks, not quite the last of its student patrons to get out, and made their leisurely way up the street that was now illuminated with the cool blue glow of its streetlights that competed with the orange cast by the Watchtower. There were no lights though on the final walk through the forest to Dampgate, and somebody had to be on flashlight duty.


    ¡°Damn it, Owen, you said you were going to bring them today,¡± Agnes said.


    ¡°I did, I said just that, but I guess it slipped my mind,¡± Owen said breezily, taking bold confident steps into the darkness between the trees.


    ¡°Owen, I¡¯m literally going to kill you, you know how much this scares the crap out of me,¡± Agnes said.


    Owen laughed again. ¡°I¡¯m kidding! I¡¯m kidding! Here.¡± He pulled out two flashlights from his pockets, turned one on and tossed the other one to Liz, who passed it to Bailey.


    It was a pleasant if chilly evening, the cloudy sky still contemplating rain, and the girls with their skirts did wrap their own arms around themselves to stay warm. They reached Dampgate without further incidents, and despite the general spookiness of the forest, Vic was assured that it was perfectly safe. At the front gates of the building, they said their goodnights, splitting off into their respective dorms, except for Bailey, who followed Liz to the girl¡¯s dorm.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    With Friday now almost nearly over, Vic was just about ready to put the lid on his first full week at Dampgate and wanted nothing more than to collapse into his bed.


    When he opened the door to his dorm room, he was greeted by the sight of his roommate Marek¡¯s bare ass, moving rhythmically up and down on the bed right across from Vic¡¯s. Wrapped around Marek¡¯s pasty and somewhat hairy back were two dark-skinned legs that ended in high heels that Vic had recognized to have been Devi¡¯s.


    Marek was grunting like he was trying to loosen a very stubborn bolt and Devi was quite sonorant in her shows of pleasure.


    As Vic climbed into his own bed, he considered how that could have been how his night had ended ¨C pinning Devi under him  as she grabbed onto the sheets of his own bed, and somehow he was okay with that. What he was not okay with was when Devi and Marek changed positions and then he ended up behind her and used the opportunity to slap her ass every couple of thrusts. Between the sound of Marek¡¯s hand slapping Devi¡¯s bare butt cheek, and the sound Devi made when he did it, Vic decided that he would take up Marcia on an offer he thought he would never consider, so he scooped up his pillow and blanket, and made a slow shuffling trek across Dampgate to the girl¡¯s dormitory.


    The girl¡¯s dormitory at Dampgate was pretty much identical to the boys¡¯ dormitory, except that it smelled and sounded better. Most of its residents were asleep, but he did bump into one girl whose name he had not yet known and asked for directions to Marcia¡¯s room. She gave them to him and smiled knowingly, though he waved his hands in denial and then quickly went to his destination.


    He gave the door a courtesy knock before opening it.


    ¡°Huh? Vic? Is that you?¡± he heard Marcia ask from the dark. She was already asleep and as she had promised, the other bed was empty.


    ¡°Hey, sorry for waking you. You have room to spare?¡±


    There was a brief silence and he thought she might¡¯ve fallen back to sleep but then she said. ¡°Oh yeah, sure come in.¡± She lifted herself slightly up in bed and he could see that to sleep she wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and comfortable pajama pants. ¡°Make yourself at home,¡± Marcia said groggily, pointing to her roommate¡¯s empty bed.


    That was the last thing she said to him, because this time she did go back to sleep and left him to settle into the bed across from her. At first, he lay down facing her, but then he noticed that she had stuck her foot out from under the covers as she slept. Unable to close his eyes because he was studying the sole of her foot and her toes, the nails painted a dark pink colour, he forced himself to turn around and face the wall, putting the pillow over his head and finally going to sleep himself.

 Chapter 13: Caught in the Library

    When Vic woke the next morning, he found that both the regular occupants of the room that he¡¯d slept in were already gone. Outside the door of Marcia¡¯s room were the sounds of a Saturday morning dormitory that was almost awake and so Vic collected his bedding and cautiously stepped out, hoping to avoid getting seen and the wrong impression being made. He had no such luck. On his way out of the dormitory he bumped into no less than a dozen Dampgate girls at least half of whom gave him a wink and two gave an a faux-scandalized ¡°oooooo¡±. Adding further to his troubles, the two noisy girls just happened to be Kit and Laine, who slept in something that could only really be described as lingerie and with Laine also adding ¡°Aww, look who¡¯s finally come out to play.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not ¨C¡± Vic started, but then realizing that whatever he said would probably be used against him, chose to just silently and quickly go back to his own room. Here he also found the room empty, with no evidence of the fun that Marek and Devi had there the previous night. The quiet and loneness of his room was actually a welcome change of pace after the eventful week he had. Vic thought it would be a good time to catch up on his homework, not just for the grades themselves but to hopefully prove to Liz that he could do well even without the ¡°extra credit assignments¡± that he was offered by Mrs. Laramie.


    He had only been at it for about an hour when the door of his room burst open with a bang and Marek stepped in. As far as Vic could see, there was no reason for the urgency, it was just Marek being Marek.


    ¡°Oh hey, I was wondering where you were,¡± Marek said with that toothy wide smile of his. ¡°Saw you snuck out last night. Who¡¯s the lucky lady?¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s no lucky lady,¡± Vic said, wanting to get back to his Geography textbook.


    There was a brief look of confusion on Marek¡¯s face and then he made an ¡°oooh¡± face and said, ¡°Sorry, yeah I guess it was hard to sleep here last night.¡±The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°Little bit, Yeah.¡± Vic chewed on his own cheek and nodded.


    ¡°Yeah but did you see Devi¡¯s knockers?¡± Marek said, miming a huge pair of breasts on his chest.


    ¡°No, I didn¡¯t get that good a look.¡± Apparently, nothing about Vic¡¯s deliberately disinterested voice had any affect on Marek. Vic actually had not noticed. The shirt Devi wore the night before, though baring her stomach, hid her other assets well. He did notice her eyes though, dark and wide and with a kind of distant sadness.


    ¡°Well hey, if you want I can invite her over again. I got another girl coming in like half an hour so maybe after?¡± There was something disturbing about how earnestly Marek said all this.


    ¡°No, no, I¡¯m good. Maybe I¡¯ll head over to study at the library though.¡±


    ¡°Yeah yeah, you do that, catch you later,¡± Marek said and Vic gathered up all his books and headed to Dampgate¡¯s spacious library space.


    One look at this library could tell someone that that academics were not the highest priority at Dampgate Senior Academy. Though it was a Saturday and raining outside, there were hardly any people there, and two of them were at a table making out. Vic thought he ought to give them some space and found a table in the other corner of the library laying out his books all over the tabletop and then sitting sideways in his chair, stretching his legs out.


    He never thought that subduction zone rock formations could be so fascinating that he could absolutely lose track of his surroundings.


    ¡°Aww, look how hard he¡¯s working.¡± Vic had only been at Dampgate for a week, but he already recognized the voice as Kit¡¯s, one half of the duo of Kit and Laine. He looked up from his textbook and found that indeed it were both of them and they were quickly approaching his table.


    ¡°It¡¯s cute, Kit, it looks like he¡¯s actually here to study,¡± Laine said, coming up behind him and peering over his shoulder at the book. ¡°Are you going to be the smartest in your little friend group now?¡±


    ¡°No,¡± he said, ¡°I think that title still belongs to Liz.¡±


    ¡°So modest,¡± Laine said.


    ¡°It¡¯s cute how you guys are so protective of each other,¡± Kit said, pursing her lips in a mocking way. ¡°Speaking of which, I don¡¯t see any of them around. Surprised they left their little fledgling unprotected.¡±

 Chapter 14: Kit and Laine

    Vic took a brief glance around the library and confirmed that Kit was right ¨C for the first time since his first day they found him were none of his friends were around. Not only that, but there was also nobody else really there except one student sitting in the opposite corner ¨C even the making out couple took their exploits elsewhere.


    So it was just him and Kit and Laine, just as they¡¯d been angling all week. Laine was dressed in a floral pattern sun dress that ended high on her thigh, with two straps over her shoulders that seemed to barely hold on, her brown hair flowing over her clavicle and along the deep cut in her dress. Kit meanwhile was still in her usual school uniform, except that she was clearly not wearing a bra ¨C an easily recognizable fact when her white button-down was held together by a single button hallway down her shirt, revealing both her belly and her upper chest, which was covered by the same freckles as her face.


    ¡°So how are you enjoying your first week at Dampgate?¡± Kit asked, moving her wavy shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair out of her face.


    ¡°It¡¯s good, I guess,¡± Vic said, mostly just to be friendly.


    ¡°Only ¡®good¡¯?¡± Laine asked. ¡°Sounds like maybe you¡¯re doing it wrong.¡±


    ¡°Yeah,¡± Kit agreed, ¡°School is great and everything, but you really shouldn¡¯t forget to participate in any¡­¡± she smacked her lips at this, drawing Vic¡¯s attention to the bright red lipstick that stood out against her pale freckled skin.


    ¡°Extracurriculars?¡± Vic asked, trying to smile but knowing it probably came off a little scared.


    Kit laughed her somewhat shrill laugh and Laine smiled. ¡°Extracurriculars, oh that¡¯s a cute way of describing it.¡±Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°So, you have a girlfriend yet? Judging by how desperately Marcia was trying to keep you away from us, I would say she¡¯s gunning for it.¡±


    ¡°She really isn¡¯t,¡± he choked out, but could have they been right? Why keep him away from the two girls she lovingly referred to as ¡®vultures¡¯? But beyond steering him clear of them, Marcia had yet to do anything else to show any kind of interest in him. ¡°She¡¯s not.¡±


    ¡°Okay, okay, no need to be so flustered,¡± Laine said, ¡°You really do need to learn to relax. Here, let me help.¡±


    The brunette in the sundress stepped behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He made the slightest attempt to rise but then she firmly pushed him down into the chair, and her fingers pressed into his muscles.


    ¡°I was right,¡± Laine said to Kit, ¡°He¡¯s completely tense.¡±


    She was right, he could really feel Laine¡¯s fingers finding all the tightness in his shoulders and upper back, her fingers soft but firm, digging into the knots.


    ¡°You really don¡¯t have to ¨C¡±


    ¡°Shh, I know exactly what I¡¯m doing.¡±


    ¡°You see what we¡¯re saying though,¡± Kit said, arching her eyebrows into a pouty sympathetic face, ¡°Too much studying is not good for you Vic.¡±


    ¡°I guess not,¡± Vic said, wincing a little at the massage but ultimately enjoying Laine¡¯s skilled hands on him.


    Vic couldn¡¯t help but close his eyes a little, and when he would open them he would see Kit just standing there, watching them intently and biting her red-hot lip, her own body stretching subtly in ways that were not unlike a cat. He wondered if it had something to do with maybe her knowing Laine¡¯s magic touch and wanting to experience it herself at the moment, and he considered that given how close these two were as far as students at Dampgate were concerned, that maybe their closeness ran deeper than what he¡¯d been able to witness so far.


    Laine worked so smoothly, slowly and subtly, that Vic hardly noticed when it happened, but her hands, with every pass over his shoulders, now reached lower, just about to his clavicle, until finally her long fingers made it under the collar of his shirt. There was an electrifying shock that went through Vic when he felt Laine¡¯s fingers on his bare skin. He opened his eyes at the realization that this was quickly getting away from being a simple massage, and just saw Kit smiling at him coyly, knowing what Laine is doing.

 Chapter 15: The Mouth of a Kitty-cat

    ¡°I thought I told you to relax,¡± Laine said behind him and leaned in a bit closer, her voice turning more into a whisper as her hands did not let up, each time sliding lower and lower down his chest. Despite himself, Vic felt a little murmur in his throat any time her hands would slide over him, at some point undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and providing her with easier access. He looked down at his chest, the little bit of hair growing on it, and saw Laine¡¯s hands, her fingers spread, rub him down, over the entirety of his pecks and over his nipples. Unsurprisingly, he could see that he was pitching a tent in his pants, and Kit took notice as well. Her eyes travelled from Laine and down to his groin, her lips slightly parted. If you would have asked him what he would have done before all of this started, he would have told you that he would say ¡®no thank you¡¯ but with Laine making circular motions over his chest and then going back to squeeze his shoulders, all he wanted to do was say ¡®yes please¡¯.


    With her hands coming down almost to his stomach, Laine really had to lean into him, and he could feel the firm forms of her breasts press against his back and her sensual hot heavy breathing on the back of his neck. He turned his head slightly to his right and then she leaned hers forward and looked into his eyes though hers were almost fully closed. Then Laine made sure that her lips found his and after a slow kiss their lips parted and he continued to taste her cherry lip gloss on his.


    He knew after the kiss that he was complete putty in their hands, and the rest of the library at that moment pretty much disappeared.


    Kit had definitely sensed this, because when he next made eye contact with her she moved one hand to the last remaining struggling button on her shirt and undid it. The flaps of her shirt came undone and nearly fully released her heavy breasts, the soft curves of their sides completely visible, but the nipples still hiding behind the shirt, their outline somewhat visible against the fabricReading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    Kit¡¯s ample breasts remained contained even as she knelt down before him, though from this angle he could see more down Kit¡¯s shirt, her freckled cleavage exposed, the roundness of her breasts so close Vic¡¯s fingers yearned to reach down and shamelessly cup them. With Laine still giving him her massage, Kit expertly undid the button on Vic¡¯s pants, with the button and zipper coming away smoothly at the press of his erection that pushed at his underwear. Her face was inches away from him, watching the bulge in his underwear with a wicked smile. Kit looked up at him briefly, and ran her tongue along her upper lip before hooking her fingers around the strap of his underwear and pulling to release his member, which was already glistening from the wetness of anticipation.


    ¡°There you are,¡± Kit said in a breathy voice, ¡°Not so shy anymore.¡± And with that, her fiery red lips parted and she took him into the wetness of her mouth. He couldn¡¯t contain the creaky murmur he let out as Kit took him further into her mouth, as far as she could, her strawberry blonde hair fell softly over his thighs.


    ¡°That¡¯s my girl,¡± Laine said behind him, as Kit pulled him out almost to the end, spreading her wetness over him. He could not help but stare ¨C the crimson of Kit¡¯s lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, moving in slow brain-bending motions up and down, her tongue rolling over him each time he disappeared into her. She had used one of her hands to cup his balls, and he felt himself resting in her palm as her fingers gently squeezed him while her mouth worked up a faster rhythm.

 Chapter 16: Unexpected Interruptions

    With Kit working between Vic¡¯s legs, sending waves of pleasure through him whenever she would moan with him still in her mouth, Laine proceeded to give Vic more attention. The massage had turned into her wrapping her arms around him, running her hands over his chest while she kissed the back and the side of his neck, letting her lips press firmly into his flesh, probably leaving little bruises behind as she went.


    Vic could not care though ¨C he had completely surrendered to what was begin done to him. Laine¡¯s kisses on his neck sounded messy, Kit¡¯s lips all over him sounded messy. The warmness of her mouth and the softness of her touch, now with her second hand gripping the base of him, sent him into a far away world where the tingling and the heat were only rising in uncontrollable ways, and the only thing that was able to bring him back was Marcia¡¯s voice saying, ¡°So I see you¡¯ve properly acclimated.¡±


    Vic suddenly opened his eyes and tried to scramble away but there was nowhere to go ¨C Marcia was standing there, in comfortable study clothes that included a grey hoodie, clutching some books to her chest with an amused look on her face.


    Laine let go of him and stood behind him while Kit took him out of her mouth and looked back at Marcia without getting up. ¡°Oh, it¡¯s you,¡± Kit said acidly.


    ¡°Yeah. You uh, you got a little something here.¡± Marcia made a vague circular motion around her mouth and Vic saw that there was a bit of a lipstick mess on Kit¡¯s face. That¡¯s when he realized he himself was still exposed so he desperately shoved his pecker back into his pants and stood up, zipping himself up but leaving a little shirt tail poking out of the front.


    ¡°Sorry, sorry,¡± he said, as if he was a kid who was caught with his hand in a cookie jar.


    Marcia laughed. ¡°Sorry? Why are you sorry? Sorry I interrupted. You seemed be really enjoying yourself.¡± There was a complete disconnect between the look on Marcia¡¯s face and how Vic felt about being in this situation, to the point that he wasn¡¯t sure what to do with himself. In the end, he chose probably the most awkward thing imaginable. Saying a quick ¡°Thanks¡± separately to both Kit and Laine, dropping another ¡°Sorry¡± for Marcia, and then disappearing out of the library.


    He ran straight for his room on the boys¡¯ dormitory, avoiding eye contact with the few people he passed by and slammed the door shut when he was inside. Marek was thankfully not there as he surely would¡¯ve have commented on the flap of shirt still poking out from Vic¡¯s zipper like some kind fabric substitution for his own member. A shower; that¡¯s what he realized he needed; as icy s he could get it. So he stripped out of his clothes and found that he was still covered in lipstick stains down there.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    His pride and shame dangling between his own legs he climbed into the shower stall and scrubbed himself clean, wondering if he would ever truly be ready for Dampgate Senior Academy.


    After his shower, he spent the rest of the afternoon lying on his bed, thinking of nothing but those minutes in the library, the ghost feeling of Kit¡¯s lips still present where they had touched him. He thought that maybe if he relieved himself using his own hand he could release those thoughts, but knew it would probably make things worse. At the same time, he wondered why, as multiple people have told him once, he couldn¡¯t just ¡°relax¡± and embrace the reality of Dampgate.


    After spending what seems like hours in something resembling a fever dream, Vic was surprised to hear a knock on his door, and even more surprised to see that it was the school nurse. He¡¯d never met her before, but assumed that¡¯s who she was based on the kindly woman¡¯s white frock and the little red cross symbol on the white hat she wore.


    ¡°I hear you¡¯re not feeling well,¡± she said gently, and he would put her age perhaps in her early fifties, the hair under the hat greying slightly.


    ¡°Umm, sorry, how?¡± Vic said, scratching the back of his head.


    ¡°Your roommate let me know.¡± Had Marek come in while Vic was lying down without him noticing and went to get help? If so, that was very kind though unnecessary of him, but since she was here, he thought he might as well acquiesce.


    ¡°Yeah, just, I don¡¯t know, a headache.¡±


    ¡°Ah, that¡¯s actually quite common here at Dampgate,¡± the nurse said, stepping into the room though he never officially invited her. ¡°It¡¯s these old walls. all sorts of old mold we can¡¯t fully get rid of. Here,¡± she said and held out her hand that held two small green pills. ¡°This should help.¡±


    Vic walked over to the glass of water he kept on the nightstand and drank both pills without further question.


    ¡°You should lie down,¡± the nurse said.


    ¡°I don¡¯t feel that bad.¡±


    ¡°No, you should, here,¡± she grabbed him gently by the arms directing him to lie down and he had to admit that he was feeling very sleepy, so he stopped resisting and lay himself down on his back. The nurse¡¯s hands moved below his waist and for a moment he thought it was starting all over again but she was just pulling his blanket over him. The older woman put a hand on his forehead and rubbed it slightly until he was almost fully out.


    The last thing he saw was the glint of a syringe in her hand, but by morning he would forget all about it.

 Chapter 17: What Goes on Behind Open Doors

    On Sunday morning, Vic woke up feeling completely refreshed. Marek had either not taken any dates back to the room the night before, or else Vic was out so hard that he just slept through it. There was a vague recollection of a nurse¡¯s visit the day before, and whatever she¡¯d given him worked wonders. Not only was he well-rested, but he was no longer that bothered about the events of the day before and wasn¡¯t certain why he was so afraid to be in that situation to begin with. It¡¯s not like he was yet ready to head out and get together with the first girl who was willing to drop her panties for him, but the idea strangely no longer felt so foreign.


    In any case, he decided he did not quite have the energy for that yet, and spent the rest of his day sheltering in his room and in his books, promising that his second week at Dampgate would go different for him.


    The next morning, with classes back in session, Vic made his way along now-familiar corridors to his locker. Before school and between classes, it was not an uncommon sight to see teachers participating in extracurricular activities with their favourite students, but feeling more a student of Dampgate, this time Vic allowed his gaze to linger a little longer and enjoyed more of the views.


    He was the first one to get to his locker and when he did, he heard his name being called from the open classroom behind him. He turned around and found that it was Tanya, the tall blonde girl with a predilection for heels, who was currently up on a desk, leaning back on her forearms, her skirt ridden up her stomach, in the process of getting railed by Mr. Turcotte, whose back was facing towards Vic. Only a few days earlier, Vic would have been tempted to run, instead, he took a few steps forward and asked, ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±


    ¡°Do you mind, ugh, closing the door, ugh, before your loud friend gets here?¡± Tanya asked.


    ¡°Agnes?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Agnes, the one with the nose, I don¡¯t need her mouthing off at me.


    Without saying another word, Vic closed the door of the classroom and left Tanya and Mr. Turcotte to their morning fun.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    ¡°Good job closing that door,¡± Owen said, walking up to their lockers. ¡°I don¡¯t know what Agnes would have done otherwise.¡±


    ¡°Not really me. Tanya asked for it to be closed.¡±


    ¡°Makes sense, pretty sure she¡¯s scared of Agnes.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you be?¡± Owen asked with a shrug, and with a pointed look over Vic¡¯s shoulder put Vic on notice that the three girls had arrived together from their dormitory.


    ¡°How was your weekend, guys?¡± Agnes asked as she entered her locker combination.


    ¡°Prolific,¡± Owen said, with a little pause at the end as if he wanted to add ¡°if you know what I mean?¡± even though everyone would have known exactly what he meant.


    Vic just turned to Marcia and said, ¡°Thanks for letting me crash at your place on Friday.¡±


    ¡°Crash? What¡¯s this?¡± Liz asked, her voice getting higher.


    ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing like that,¡± Vic corrected. ¡°Just my roommate.¡±


    ¡°Marek, ugh,¡± Agnes said, face in her locker as she reached for her books.


    ¡°Oh is it Marek ¡®ugh¡¯, now?¡± Marcia asked.


    ¡°Oh it¡¯s absolutely Marek ¡®ugh¡¯ now. One and done.¡±


    ¡°And the musician?¡± Vic asked teasingly.


    ¡°One and done,¡± Agnes said in a tone that implied she¡¯s said this a million times already. ¡°And what about you, Vic?¡± she turned do face him then, ¡°I heard you had an eventful weekend yourself.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you heard,¡± Vic stammered but Agnes was already turning away.


    ¡°See you in class,¡± she said as her and Owen wandered off, but not before Owen elbowed Vic in the ribs again, which frankly were starting to become sore from the constant gesture. ¡°I would recommend that one being a one and done, too,¡± Agnes added, still walking away with her back turned.


    Liz had also went ahead to their English class, so it allowed Vic a few moments with Marcia alone.


    ¡°Hey about what happened at the library the other day?¡± Vic said at a volume that was barely above a whisper


    ¡°What, you getting your whistle blown by Kit?¡±


    Why did she have to put it that way? he thought as he felt himself turning a bit red again.


    ¡°Uh, sure yeah, we can put it that way,¡± he managed to answer. ¡°I just wanted you to know that ¡­¡±


    ¡°Vic, really, I don¡¯t know why you¡¯re so bothered by this, I don¡¯t have a reason to care,¡± she said, not unkindly.


    ¡°So ¡­ we¡¯re cool?¡±


    ¡°Cool? Yeah, I guess, we¡¯re cool,¡± Marcia said, and was about to turn away from him when she casually added, ¡°I mean, I don¡¯t think we¡¯re ever gonna fuck now because I don¡¯t want anything that¡¯s been in Kit¡¯s mouth near me.¡± At this, Vic felt a little dizzy and thought his jaw would literally detach itself and fall to the floor until Marcia noticed his expression, her eyes widened, and she laughed, putting a hand on his arm. ¡°Seriously, I¡¯m kidding! Vic, you¡¯re going to have a heart attack if you¡¯re not careful. Now come on, let¡¯s head to English.¡±

 Chapter 18: Sabor

    The first class of the day they had was English. Problem was, Vic had been concentrating so hard on his Geography homework that he forgot to catch up on the novel they were discussing. Marcia, however, was all over it, and so was a guy named Sabor.


    ¡°I¡¯m just saying, the way the narrator describes the woman¡¯s neck, it clearly comes off as tender even if some the language is misguided.¡± Vic loved it when Marcia put up her hand to speak in class. Not only because whatever she would say always sounded smart to him, but because when her hand was raised, it pulled at her shirt in just the right way to better reveal the form of her breasts underneath.


    ¡°Yes, but a ¡®goose neck¡¯? Really? You know what they did to goose necks backs in those days right? They wrung them.¡± Sabor was one of those students at Dampgate that looked a little older than eighteen, especially with the faint dark stubble that grew to complement his dark eyes and dark hair. Even new to the school, Vic was quick to catch on that Sabor was one of the smarter students, and also that Sabor knew it ¨C by the arrogant look in his eyes and the constant crooked smile he wore whenever he spoke up in class. ¡°I don¡¯t think that¡¯s a description you want to bring up when you¡¯re trying to be sensual.¡± There he was again, leaning back in his chair once he was done, glancing briefly around the room as if gauging for reactions to his presumed brilliance.


    Marcia did not wait to be called to answer, and continued, ¡°There¡¯s also the saying from those times about a ¡®Christmas Goose¡¯, which tells me that it may have been considered a special occasion meal. I think the intended audience here would have much more likely thought about this image of a rare holiday meal than the wringing of goose necks.¡± Marcia, for her part, took on a deathly serious demeanour whenever she was making her point, and Vic admired the straight line that her brows made when she did it.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    ¡°But hold on,¡± Sabor said, holding up his book. ¡°Look here just two lines later he talks about her well-tanned skin. Everyone should know that beauty standards at the time favored light and pale skin, because tanned skin was associated with menial labour, especially outdoors. So it¡¯s clear that his a critical eye to the subject, not a passionate one.¡±


    ¡°If you want to rely on history so much, then you should also know that the author was known to be an avid sympathizer with common workers. He wouldn¡¯t be suffering from the same kind of bias the rest of society had at the time.¡±


    There was a flash of frustration in Sabor¡¯s eyes that gave Vic no small satisfaction. ¡°Overall though, I think it¡¯s pretty obvious from a male gaze that this was not meant to be a love letter.¡±


    ¡°And maybe it¡¯s because it was a love letter to a woman, and wasn¡¯t written for your gaze?¡±


    There were a few ¡°oohs¡± from around the class, but before Sabor could open his mouth again, which had lost most of its smile, their English teacher stepped in. ¡°Thank you, Marcia. Thank you, Sabor. That was very enlightening.¡± The thing Vic noticed most about Ms. Tsoi was that she had worn shirts that were cropped a little short ¨C not to show skin all the time, but whenever she would stretch her arms above her head, she would reveal a little line of soft belly, something that attracted the boys¡¯ stares almost as much as Mrs. Laramie¡¯s legs.


    With her rival successfully vanquished, Marcia gave a little snort and sat back, letting someone else put up their hand and weigh in, while Sabor went back to his book, seemingly furiously rifling through pages to find his next retort.

 Chapter 19: An Unseemly Request

    ¡°It was pretty fun to watch,¡± Liz admitted as they sat at their table in the cafeteria and Vic recounted the story of Marcia¡¯s argument with Sabor. Marcia looked a little shy from the attention but at the same time looked quite proud of herself and glad someone else was telling the story for her. ¡°I think he may have actually been close to shutting up for once.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s alright,¡± Marcia said finally, ¡°He¡¯s just an idiot.¡±


    ¡°The problem is though that he¡¯s a smart idiot,¡± Agnes said, ¡°And I should know.¡±


    ¡°Wasn¡¯t he one of your ¡®one and done¡¯s,¡± Liz asked, pushing the glasses up on her nose.


    ¡°Yes, he was ¡®done¡¯ with extreme prejudice.¡±


    ¡°Well you seem to have really gotten to him, Marcia,¡± Owen said, rising up from his seat and looking ahead. ¡°He couldn¡¯t wait to let off some steam.


    They all turned in the direction where Owen was looking and found that Sabor was on the other side of the cafeteria, his pants around his ankles, railing someone who was lying with her back on of the cafeteria tables, as most people sat eating peacefully around them.


    ¡°Who is that?¡± Agnes asked.


    ¡°Hard to tell with all that bouncing hair but looks like Andrea to me,¡± Owen said.


    ¡°Andrea?¡± Liz asked, ¡°Is that his new girlfriend?¡±


    ¡°I think so,¡± Agnes said, ¡°So the way he switches all the time, I don¡¯t know if any of them really count.¡±


    ¡°No, no, I think he¡¯s been with her for two months now?¡± Liz said.


    ¡°Must be some kind of record then.¡± Agnes rolled her eyes.


    ¡°Surprised he actually found someone that¡¯s able to tolerate his monologues for so long,¡± Liz said and Marcia sorter, rolling her eyes and digging into her food.


    The last class of the day was Geography, the first time Vic would be seeing Mrs. Laramie since that fateful class on Friday when, as Agnes had put it, he had been ¡®baptized¡¯ into how things were done at Dampgate Senior Academy. Although he knew that at Dampgate this seemed unlikely, but he still worried that there would be some lingering awkwardness between him and his teacher. Instead, she had greeted him just as she normally did when he walked through the door and made his way to his desk.


    The only real difference was now that he was continuing to shamelessly ogle her legs, just like the rest of the boys in the class did, he wondered if she was currently wearing any panties underneath her skirt and whether anyone else in the class also knew what she looked like down there.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Towards the end of the class, Mrs. Laramie handed back their research assignments on volcanoes and Vic received an ¡®A¡¯. Only problem was that this was assigned before he even started at Dampgate, so he had never actually completed it. Thinking back on his conversation with Liz, he knew that he would have to speak to the Geography teacher at the end of class, but exactly what about, he wasn¡¯t quite sure yet.


    As everyone piled out of the class on final bell, Vic told Marcia to go ahead without him, prompting a sly questioning look from her, and then approached the teacher¡¯s desk. As she talked to another student, he caught the eye of Liz, who watched him the entire time she headed for the door, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses in a suspicious look.


    ¡°Vic? How can I help you today?¡± Mrs. Laramie said and Vic realized that it was just her and him left in the classroom.


    ¡°Uh yeah,¡± he stammered, holding out his paper in front of him, ¡°I wanted to talk to you about my mark on this assignment.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± Mrs. Laramie asked, taking off her glasses and putting one tip of the frames between her teeth. ¡°I thought you would be pleased with it.¡±


    ¡°I mean, yes, technically, I guess, but this isn¡¯t my grade. This isn¡¯t even my paper.¡±


    ¡°Ah,¡± she said, putting her glasses on the table and taking the paper from him. ¡°A clerical error on my part then.¡± She laughed, and he returned an uncertain laugh as well. ¡°Is that everything?¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s just that ¡­ as much as I appreciate that you¡¯ve given me this grade because, uh ¡­¡±


    ¡°Because you brought me to orgasm with your tongue?¡± Mrs. Laramie said this quickly and loudly and Vic winced. All of this was of course absolutely true but he wasn¡¯t sure if he would ever get used to how directly things were often said at Dampgate.


    ¡°Um, yes, I guess you could put it that way,¡± Vic said, feeling the sweat form on his forehead, ¡°I just think that maybe other students would welcome the same kind of ¡­ opportunity.¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    Vic nodded.


    ¡°And do you have any specific student in mind?¡±


    He had no idea if what he was doing was even remotely the right thing, but he was going to do it anyway.¡±


    ¡°Liz?¡± Vic said finally.


    ¡°Liz?¡± Mrs. Laramie¡¯s eyebrows lifted in actual surprise. ¡°I would not have guessed.¡±


    ¡°I think she might ¡­ welcome the opportunity?¡± Vic suggested, shuffling nervously from foot to foot, wishing this conversation to be over.


    ¡°Does she ¨C does she have any idea you¡¯re asking me?¡± Mrs. Laramie said, squinting one eye at Vic.


    ¡°No ma¡¯am.¡±


    For a few moments, Mrs. Laramie¡¯s face was completely blank, and Vic couldn¡¯t even hazard a guess as to what she was thinking, but then she gave him an exaggerated pouty smile and said, ¡°Aww, what a thoughtful young man, you are Vic. Come here.¡± She opened her arms wide and gestured with her wrists to come in for a hug. It seemed rude to reject the gesture outright, so Vic leaned in, only to be fully pulled in and have Mrs. Laramie press his face against her breasts, which all class had been struggling against a very tight sweater.


    ¡°Does that feel nice?¡± Mrs. Laramie said soothingly as she stroked his cheek, while his other one could feel the softness of her round forms underneath the fabric of her sweater.


    ¡°Mmhmm¡± he murmured without fibbing. There was something that was strangely both sexual and comforting about the gesture, and he was surprised to find himself wishing that the sweater had not been there, as he wouldn¡¯t have minded slipping one of Mrs. Laramie¡¯s nipples into his mouth just then.


    ¡°Good boy,¡± Mrs. Laramie said, giving him a couple of light taps on the cheek and releasing him. ¡°Now go run along. I¡¯ll think what I can do for your friend.¡± Vic wasted no time following instructions, and hurried out of the classroom.

 Chapter 20: Elle

    When Vic caught up to his friends after his chat with Mrs. Laramie, they were all still milling about their lockers talking. Vic tried looking nonchalant while going through his locker, avoiding eye contact with the others when he noticed that Liz was hovering by his side, trying to look as imposing and intimidating as a person of her stature possibly could.


    ¡°Hey,¡± Vic said, again attempting to look innocent.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re up to,¡± Liz said quietly, ¡°But I don¡¯t need your help.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not trying to do anything, I just figured ¨C¡±


    ¡°Well, you said it yourself,¡± Liz interrupted him, head held high. ¡°Thinking is not your strongest suit, so maybe try not to over-flex yourself.¡± With that, she closed her locker, not slamming it, but louder than she ought to have, and then walked away arm-in-arm with her boyfriend Bailey.


    Marcia, who was standing right next to them thankfully chose to ignore their exchange, but that¡¯s because she had something else on her mind.


    ¡°Oh hey, Vic, there you are, perfect. I have someone here. Elle! Elle!¡± Marcia stood up on her tiptoes to peer over Vic¡¯s shoulder and wave to someone on the other end of the line of lockers. Vic turned around, and found the girl who was probably Elle walking towards them with a bouncy gait. He had seen her a couple of times of times before but they shared no classes, so he was curious as to why Marcia was calling her up.


    ¡°Elle, hi, this is Vic who I told you about.¡±


    ¡°Hi Vic!¡± Elle said with a wide smile and a slight tilt of her head.


    ¡°Vic, this is Elle, I have Math and History with her. She¡¯s currently unattached, so was really excited to meet you.¡± Vic hated being cruel, even if it was in his own head, but he could kind of see why, considering the other girls that went to Dampgate, Elle may have been unattached. Her black hair was cut into a bob cut with bangs that formed a straight line on her forehead, which only drew attention to her eyes that seemed small and a little too close together. Her smile, though genuinely beaming and surrounded by plump pink lips could not fully distract from a chin that was not entirely there. She was not really ugly by any means, and in the right lightning may have even appeared cute, but by Dampgate standards, she stood out.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Suffering a bit of an identity crisis from this new-found pickiness, Vic nevertheless did not intend to be outwardly rude, so tried to put on his best smile and said, ¡°Nice to meet you. I¡¯ve seen you around.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve seen you around too,¡± Elle said brightly. ¡°You¡¯re new, right?¡± The thing about Elle though is she made up for everything by being very forward, leaning into Vic and putting two hands on his chest and then also doing that cutesy thing where she stood on one foot and bent the knee of the other leg. Her face was incredibly close to his and he could feel the warmth of her breath.


    He put his hands around her wrists, not quite in a gesture of intimacy but to prevent her from getting any closer. ¡°Yeah I am, only my second week,¡± he answered, still with that polite yet stiff smile.


    ¡°I¡¯m kinda new, too,¡± Elle said, ¡°Almost a month now? Although with how quickly things move here, almost feel like a veteran,¡± she laughed then, and Vic took the opportunity to use his hands to move her away from him and forced her to lower her other foot.


    ¡°Well it was very nice meeting you, Elle, I hope to see you around more.¡±


    There was a heavy silence between them for a moment. Elle never stopped smiling, but the brightness eventually faded out of it and she said, ¡°Okay, guess I¡¯ll see you,¡± and then walked back to her lockers.


    He watched her go, flat bum hardly visible underneath her skirt, and when he turned back to face Marcia she was looking at him as though he were an idiot.


    ¡°She¡¯s nice,¡± Elle said, admonishingly.


    ¡°I don¡¯t disagree!¡± Vic said defensively. ¡°Look, I appreciate what you¡¯re doing here, but you don¡¯t need to pimp me out to the other girls at Dampgate.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, sure. If I¡¯m not going to do it, then who will?¡±


    He was about to make a joke about cutting out the middleman and just matchmaking herself with him instead, but Vic quickly realized that he much preferred to be smooth in his own head than saying anything out loud.


    ¡°I¡¯m not going to drop this, you know,¡± Marcia said. ¡°I¡¯m very stubborn.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t doubt it,¡± Vic said with a smile and returned to putting things away in his locker.

 Chapter 21: What are Friends for?

    At the end of their next English class, during which Marcia and Sabor again managed to go off on a tangent flexing their ability to spot the one word in the work that would turn its whole meaning on its head, Ms. Tsoi announced a group assignment.


    ¡°Okay class, I want you to do this one in groups of three,¡± Ms. Tsoi said, handing out the group list to each table. Vic quickly looked at his and found that he was in a group with Liz and Evelyn, which was great, because with Liz, a good grade was pretty much guaranteed. Plus, she had mostly avoided talking to him since the end of that Geography class earlier in the week, so it would be a good excuse to get together and hopefully move forward. ¡°But because we don¡¯t quite have enough people,¡± Ms. Tsoi continued, ¡°We will have one group of two.¡±


    ¡°Oh you¡¯ve got to be kidding me,¡± Marcia said, staring into the group sheet and then lifted her head at the same time as the other member of her group ¨C Sabor.


    ¡°Oh great,¡± the boy with the stubble grumbled, ¡°You?¡±


    ¡°What the hell do you even have to complain about?¡± Vic asked sternly across the room.


    ¡°Did anyone ask you, Vic?¡± and before Vic even had a chance to open his mouth, Sabor added, ¡°That¡¯s what I thought.¡±


    Vic wished he could¡¯ve been half as quick-witted as Marcia, because he was aware of half the class staring at him, but he had nothing to say, and Marcia was still busy glaring into the group assignment sheet as if it was going to change any second, so he was forced to take that one on the chin.


    Coming out of English class, Vic trailed closely behind Liz. ¡°So, you want to talk about the project or ¡­¡±


    ¡°We have almost two weeks to finish it, I¡¯m not in a rush,¡± Liz said without so much as looking at him and headed to their lockers.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    ¡°Come on, I barely even did anything,¡± Vic mumbled under his breath.


    ¡°Ah, cheer up, bud,¡± Owen said from behind him and clamped a hand on his shoulder. ¡°It¡¯s just how she is ¨C enjoys keeping a grudge, but she¡¯ll get over it eventually.¡±


    ¡°Oh yeah?¡± Vic asked. It¡¯s not like him and Liz had been friends for long, but no part of this light freezing out was enjoyable for him.


    ¡°Yeah, yeah, don¡¯t worry about it,¡± Owen said in his usually breezy way, walking beside Vic in a leisurely pace, ¡°She¡¯ll get over it. Like, I once bit her ass while we were fucking and she didn¡¯t talk to me for a week. Still won¡¯t bang, but we¡¯re good friends.¡±


    ¡°Wait,¡± Vic said, wondering how he was still being surprised by anything that was said to him at Dampgate. ¡°Did you say you guys did it?¡± Even knowing Liz had a boyfriend that fingered her under the table and whom she took back to the girls¡¯ dormitory, he still had a hard time imagining this.


    ¡°¡®Did it?¡¯ You mean we fucked? Yeah, sure a couple of times. Just not since then.¡±


    For a brief moment he wanted to stop and throttle Owen and maybe get him to stop giving his infuriating half-answers and actually tell him the full story.


    ¡°So did you ¡­ with like, the other girls, too?¡±


    ¡°Buddy, the way you talk sometimes I can almost hear the little censorship bleeps coming out of your mind.¡± Again, the urge to strangle Owen was bubbling up in Vic. ¡°But yeah, yeah. I mean, what are friends for right?¡±


    ¡°And Marcia ¡­¡± Vic said dejectedly, mostly to himself.


    ¡°Buddy, stop, listen,¡± Owen said, actually grabbing Vic¡¯s arm and making him stop and then looking at him with the most genuine expression Vic had seen Owen make. ¡°You really need to figure out how not get so caught up. Yes, Marcia, too, before anyway, not so much recently. The bottom line is, it doesn¡¯t matter, you have your regulars, and you have your one offs and you have your friends and you have those with who you throw down the occasional hate fuck. This whole thing you¡¯re doing, it¡¯s not going to work out. So let. It. Go.¡±


    Vic just stood there, still processing what Owen had told him when the shorter boy said, ¡°I swear if you¡¯re still thinking about me and Marcia.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m really trying not to.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, well, try harder. You¡¯ll last longer,¡± Owen said, and gave Vic a friendly pat on the arm, before walking away, and leaving him in the middle of the hallway, more than a little confused.

 Chapter 22: Dodge This

    Their last class that day was gym, which was Vic¡¯s least favourite class at Dampgate for a number of reasons. For starters, the bottom part of the girls¡¯ uniform here were little black booty shorts, which were great, but just didn¡¯t cut it the same way for him as the skirts did. More importantly, though Vic was fairly tall and appeared fit, he had a complete lack of coordination, and therefore where everyone expected him to perform well, he actually failed miserably. The situation was further made worse by the fact that Sabor was also one of the people in their gym class, and that Sabor did not share the same kind of affliction.


    ¡°So, are we thinking shirts versus skins?¡± Sabor said and immediately began to pull off his shirt, revealing a muscly and hairy abdomen, a veritable six-pack, before pulling his shirt back down with an obnoxious laugh.


    ¡°Put your pinnie on, Sabor,¡± Mr. Box, the gym teacher, said, chucking a dirty yellow over-shirt at Sabor¡¯s face. Mr. Box thought the one thing that could truly torture them that day was a full-class game of dodgeball, where Vic found himself on the same team as Marcia, Agnes and Liz, facing opposite of Sabor.


    Vic, still reeling from being unable to answer Sabor at the end f English class, thought he could at least use the element of surprise and get a jump on Sabor and at least somewhat get back at him. He rushed the line at Mr. Box¡¯s whistle. Vic did find himself in possession of a ball but when he straightened up he found himself staring almost directly into the grin of Sabor, who stood on the other side of the line and let loose a ball right into Vic¡¯s face, knocking tears out of his eyes.


    ¡°Take a walk, Vic,¡± Sabor managed to say as he easily dodged a ball chucked at him.


    ¡°I thought the face was off limits,¡± Vic said, arms outstretched in frustration.


    ¡°An out¡¯s an out,¡± Mr. Box yelled over the crowd of excited teenagers, ¡°Quit your whining, Vic.¡±


    Vic could have sworn that was a rule but accepted the gym teacher¡¯s decision, turning around and walking to the back line, when he heard Sabor shout behind him, ¡°Better keep your head up, Vic!¡± and then a moment later felt the dodgeball bounce off the back of his head.


    Vic quickly turned around, fists balled at his sides, knowing he wouldn¡¯t have been able to do anything as Sabor¡¯s putrid smile looked back at him.


    ¡°Hey! Settle down, Sabor,¡± Mr. Box said but otherwise meted out no punishment. He actually seemed to be quite involved in the class today, normally checking out early to get head from one of the students behind the bleachers. Maybe the cruelty that came with a dodgeball game brought its own form of pleasure.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    ¡°I told you he was an idiot,¡± Marcia said, standing by the backline and chatting with Vic and Liz who were out.


    ¡°Yes, well, he¡¯s proving himself prolific in his idiocy,¡± Vic said, face and ego still sore, but at least his comment made Marcia snort.


    The only one who wasn¡¯t with them at that time was Agnes, and that was because Agnes could actually play dodgeball, and was playing her heart out directing most of her attention at Sabor, but not being able to get quite close enough to get him out.


    ¡°Heads!¡± they all heard Agnes shout but it was too late ¨C a high lobbed ball flew in a wide arc and conked Marcia on the head.


    Stepping across the out line and joining Liz and Vic, Marcia turned around and shouted, ¡°What the hell, Sabor?¡±


    ¡°Keep your head in the game,¡± Sabor said again with that same smile he had whenever he said anything remotely smart in class and while Agnes tried to use the momentary distraction to get him out, he jumped out of the way of the ball.


    ¡°Idiot,¡± Marcia hissed under her breath.


    They mostly watched the rest of this round from behind the line, cheering Agnes on who was a one-woman show against the other team until she finally caught a ball straight on and could call one of them back.


    ¡°No offence, but I don¡¯t have a really great choice here, do I?¡± Agnes said and all three of them shrugged. Reluctantly, she ended up choosing Vic, who ran towards the centre of the play area, not really looking forward to getting knocked out by Sabor again. If only he hadn¡¯t made such a convenient target, Vic thought, and then he got an idea.


    ¡°Wait, hold on,¡± he said, as he pulled Agnes back further to safety so he could tell her his plan. He wasn¡¯t sure if she was going to go for it, but apparently Agnes was as desperate as him to put any kind of dent into Sabor, so she agreed.


    Vic picked up a nearby loose ball and headed for the line. He could tell that Sabor had sighted him but wanted to play it off like he didn¡¯t see Vic to allow him to get closer, which was just fine by Vic. When he thought he was close enough, Vic tossed the ball, allowing himself for a moment to believe it would actually hit Sabor, though the other boy easily dodged out of the way at the last second, and then immediately wound up at Vic and released his ball. At least this time Vic knew it was coming for his face, so he brought up his hands fast enough to protect himself, but of course it still counted as an out.


    ¡°Surprised you went back for more, Vic,¡± Sabor said.


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m full of surprises,¡± Vic answered calmly and then went into a crouch, giving Agnes, who was hiding behind him the whole time, a clear shot at Sabor. There was only a brief flash of astonishment in Sabor¡¯s eyes as he realized what his arrogance blinded him to, but it was too late ¨C Agnes had already sent an absolute rocket into his crotch that he had no chance to dodge.


    As he went down on his knees, Agnes rubbed salt in the wound by shouting, ¡°An out¡¯s an out ¡­ bitch!¡± before turning away and high-fiving Vic as he made his way back to the out line, where Marcia was still standing with Liz, also doubled over, but in laughter.

 Chapter 23: Group Assignments

    There was a growing sense of dread that had led up to the final Geography class of the week. Liz still said ¡®hi¡¯ and ¡®bye¡¯ to Vic, but that was pretty much the limit of their interactions and they still hadn¡¯t discussed their group project for English. So sitting through Mrs. Laramie¡¯s Geography class, Vic kept staring at the back of Liz¡¯s head, who sat on the other side of the classroom a few rows ahead. A couple of times she must have sensed his incessant staring because she would turn her head and he would quickly shift his attention to where he would have been expected to be looking ¨C the part of Mrs. Laramie¡¯s legs that appeared above her boot and below her skirt.


    The class though ended perfectly normally with no one needing to talk to Mrs. Laramie afterwards for once, which let Vic breathe a sigh of relief. As he followed Liz out the door she kept pace alongside him and said, ¡°We should probably work on that English project.¡±


    ¡°I think so,¡± Vic tried to sound casual and nodded.


    ¡°How about we meet at Coffee Grinds tomorrow around one?¡±


    ¡°Sounds good to me¡± Not having any plans always aided in being totally agreeable.


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll let Evelyn know.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t exactly a deep conversation, but Owen was once again right ¨C she did get over it eventually. And thinking about Owen being right only brought up thoughts of Owen¡¯s own experience, his teeth clamping down on Liz¡¯s pale bum, and there was an image he both wanted to shake out of his head, and also kind of see in person.


    After school, they all headed back down to the ice cream shop. It was another cloudy day on the island, though there were no promises of rain over the weekend and the trees surrounding their walk down to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing were not dripping with moisture.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    This time they decided to stick around the ice cream shop for a while, finding a table in the back big enough for the five of them. Vic noted that there was yet another person working behind the counter there that day, serving ice cream scoops in between flirting with the customers. Unfortunately for Vic, two of those customers happened to be Kit and Laine, who both gave Vic exaggerated winks as they spotted him, making Vic wish that he could melt like ice cream under the table. Fortunately for him though, they found the cashier to be far more interesting, so they spent their time chatting him up, leaning so far on the counter that their goods were basically lying on top of it for his display.


    ¡°If you want people to ignore you, you should probably do a better job of ignoring them,¡± Owen said with a sly smirk, and Vic made sure not to even glance in the direction of Kit and Laine again.


    That was not the only unpleasant surprise to walk through the doors of the ice cream shop that day. They had just settled in with their ice creams when the little door chime sounded and in walked Sabor, straight to their table.


    ¡°Hey Sabor, still icing your junk?¡± Vic asked


    ¡°Hey Vic, still haven¡¯t¡¯ figured out what to use yours for?¡± Vic, turning red, was about to say something probably not all that clever, but was saved by Sabor interrupting, ¡°When you think of something to say, carrier pigeon that to me, will you?¡±


    Then Sabor looked directly at Marcia and asked, ¡°Are you ready to work on this thing or not?¡±


    Marcia looked up at him, wooden ice cream spoon still in her mouth. ¡°Oh yeah, must¡¯ve slipped my mind. Or else my mind just purged the thought before it made me sick.¡±


    Sabor rolled his eyes. ¡°Slipped or not, I don¡¯t think Ms. Tsoi is going to accept two submissions from us, so are we doing this or what?¡±


    ¡°I guess,¡± Marcia said, dripping poison with her words and picking up her cup of unfinished ice cream. ¡°If I don¡¯t see you,¡± she said to the table, ¡°Goodnight, guys.¡±


    They all bid their quick farewells and Sabor and Marcia headed out of the shop. Meanwhile, Vic could hear Agnes grinding her teeth.


    ¡°You¡¯re thinking of tossing your ice cream at the back of his head, aren¡¯t you?¡± Vic asked.


    ¡°He¡¯s just lucky this is my favourite flavour,¡± Agnes said and let Sabor leave in peace.

 Chapter 24: Coming and Going

    It is a funny function of friend group that when any of its core members are removed ¨C like a lynchpin on a hand grenade ¨C the others soon fly away like pieces of shrapnel. Not long after Marcia¡¯s departure, Bailey found them, and him and Liz agreed to go on the scenic walk along the shore of the island at the foot of Aphrodite¡¯s Landing. They had not been gone two minutes when Owen gave Vic a knowing look, gesturing with his head towards the door of the ice cream shop. For whatever reason, Vic was not in the mood to casually head to the lookout himself to watch Liz getting boned by Bailey under the open sky, so he declined with a shake of the head.


    And so it was that quickly it was only Agnes and Vic left at their table, their ice creams finished. Sitting next to Agnes, Vic had a thought that crossed his mind, based on everything he¡¯d heard and seen at Dampgate so far. He casually scooted over closer to Agnes, leaving his forearm on the table and letting it touch hers. She didn¡¯t move her arm away, and Vic¡¯s breath caught in his chest as they continued to sit that way, but he was not about to spook her away by doing anything else.


    ¡°Is it always this cloudy here?¡± Vic, the master conversationalist, decided to turn to the weather. ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve seen a sunny day yet.¡±


    ¡°Never too cloudy for ice cream,¡± Agnes said, intertwining her fingers as she leaned on the table.


    ¡°That¡¯s true.¡±


    ¡°But yeah, it does get sunny, though most of the time it¡¯s like this.¡±


    ¡°How long have you been at Dampgate, anyway?¡±Stolen story; please report.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know, almost a year, maybe?¡± She was talking to him, yes, but her voice was somewhat distant and her attention was directed straight ahead.


    ¡°That¡¯s also not that long.¡±


    ¡°No, I guess not,¡± Agnes said, ¡°But you know this place, everyone is always coming and going.¡±


    ¡°Well, cumming, anyway,¡± Vic said and gave Agnes a sideways glance. She laughed, though it was more a polite huff and then turned to face him.


    ¡°You know no one here is dumb, right?¡± she asked, sounding as if he were possibly the only exception.


    ¡°Well ¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes, yes, Sabor, Marek. There¡¯s exceptions, but you know pretty much everyone knows you like Marcia?¡±


    ¡°I ¨C¡±


    ¡°Marcia knows you like Marcia,¡± Agnes said with a slight eyeroll, almost looking like her pointed chin was wagging at him.


    ¡°She does?¡±


    ¡°Alright, maybe you¡¯re also one of the exceptions.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m just trying to keep up,¡± Vic said, his frustration rising.


    ¡°Well do a better job of it. Can¡¯t believe I¡¯m going to sound like Owen right now, but you need to unwind. Fuck someone ¡­ anyone.¡±


    ¡°Is that an offer?¡± Vic asked, experiencing actual physical pain, as if he was battling against something within him to ask that question.


    Here Agnes burst out into an actual laugh. ¡°Get your shit together first, and maybe I¡¯ll think about it.¡±


    She started to get out from the table. ¡°Anyway, I¡¯m going to head out.¡±


    ¡°Looking for your next ¡®one and done¡¯?¡± Vic asked, not meaning to sound cruel, but genuinely almost jealous of Agnes¡¯s attitude.


    ¡°You¡¯re welcome to join me.¡±


    ¡°No, I¡¯m good. I better catch up on that novel, or Liz will think I intentionally pawned off all the work on her.¡±


    ¡°Suit yourself, see you later.¡± And with a wave, Agnes was gone.


    Alone and without what seemed like the supervision of his friends, Vic let the possibilities churn in his mind. He could leave this shop, wander about town, find a Dampgate girl or one of the residents of Aphrodite¡¯s Landing, could cross that ultimate threshold. In the end, all he did was be content with some brief fantasies, and then made his way back to his dorm room to study.

 Chapter 25: Unexpected Visitor

    For the most part, it was a quiet evening in the boy¡¯s dormitory. Most students were out and about at Aphrodite¡¯s Landing, and only for the past hour they had been returning ¨C bringing with them the sounds of closing doors and the occasional moans or screams of pleasure. Vic though, despite his wondering mind and therefore the near-constant erection, was honestly trying to get through the assigned book before he met with Liz and Evelyn the next day to work on their English project.


    Marek had thankfully also been out this whole time, so didn¡¯t force Vic to endure his fornicating while he was studying or else chase Vic out to the library, which probably currently had its own share of fornicating going on.


    He was only about twenty pages from the end, which would later make him wonder how his evening would have went if he had just finished quicker and would have already have been in bed, when there was a cursory knock and the door to their room opened, and it was Devi that had peered inside.


    ¡°Marek isn¡¯t here,¡± Vic said.


    ¡°Oh, do you know when he¡¯d be back?¡± she said, still leaning through a partially-opened doorway.


    ¡°No, sorry, he doesn¡¯t tell me things and I don¡¯t ask them and that¡¯s the way I prefer it,¡± Vic smiled then, and Devi returned it, seeming before to be unsure about talking to him ¨C they hadn¡¯t really interacted much since she invited him to dance at the Thousand Soaks a week earlier.


    ¡°He can be a handful, can¡¯t he?¡±


    ¡°Sure can.¡±


    There was a pause after that, Vic wanting to return to his books but thinking it would be rude to Devi since she hadn¡¯t left yet. Instead, she fully opened the door and stepped into the room.


    ¡°Hey, sorry about a few nights ago. I hadn¡¯t realized you even came in.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s alright. You were ¡­ preoccupied.¡± Vic swallowed as the memories of that evening returned ¨C the absolutely grotesque view of Marek¡¯s bare ass and back, but then also the sensuous curves of Devi¡¯s legs wrapped around Vic¡¯s roommate. Now Devi was wearing a pair of jeans and a narrow tube top, again revealing her flat but soft tummy, sexy navel, and nearly the bottom of her breasts, which in this shirt did appear as large as Marek had said they were.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    ¡°You know, actually,¡± she said, taking a step forward and shutting the door behind her, ¡°I was hoping to have come back with you that night.¡±


    ¡°I sort of figured,¡± Vic said, trying to hide his embarrassment.


    ¡°Then how come you didn¡¯t take me up on it?¡± Devi titled her head slightly to the side and put her hands behind her back


    ¡°You know, I wish I could tell you,¡± Vic said, now turning fully away from his desk to face Devi.


    ¡°Is it Marcia?¡± Devi asked and Vic¡¯s first thought was to wonder just how transparent he might have been.


    ¡°It¡¯s complicated,¡± he answered, scratching behind his head. It was only about 90% of the answer, or was that 70%? Or perhaps ¨C and he realized that ¡®it¡¯s complicated¡¯ was probably the most truthful answer that he could give Devi, but by the expression on her face he knew that she wasn¡¯t buying it. ¡°It¡¯s not you,¡± he said assuredly, standing up because now having her standing by herself seemed rude. ¡°You¡¯re ¡­ you¡¯re very pretty.¡± She was, but she seemed to carry herself in a way that made it seem like she didn¡¯t know that.


    ¡°You think so?¡± Devi asked, surprisingly shyly for someone currently showing off so much skin.


    ¡°Yeah, no, for sure. I mean, Marek¡¯s a pretty lucky guy.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, you know,¡± Devi said.


    ¡°What¡¯s okay?¡±


    ¡°That you like Marcia. It makes sense ¨C she¡¯s pretty and she¡¯s smart.¡±


    ¡°Yeah,¡± Vic said, vicariously happy for Marcia and the compliment, but wondering where Devi was going with that.


    ¡°But you don¡¯t have to tie yourself to a single girl, you know? That¡¯s not really how things work at Dampgate.¡±


    ¡°I know, I get that.¡± He was letting his eyes wander. It was easier than it had been before ¨C the curve of Devi¡¯s neck, her gentle collar bone, the roundness of her hips and the softness of her belly, with a navel which he had suddenly wanted to lick. Vic caught himself, and brought his eyes back to Devi¡¯s face, who gave him a forced closed mouth smile as she shrugged.


    ¡°Yeah, you say you get it, but do you really get it?¡± Devi asked. ¡°There¡¯s no tying yourself down to one person here. One moment they¡¯re here and the next second they¡¯re gone ¨C either into someone else¡¯s bed or transferred out to who knows where.¡± She sounded almost annoyed at his stubbornness when she said this but then her expression softened. ¡°Why don¡¯t you focus on someone who¡¯s actually here?¡± she asked, and before he could react, pulled her tube top over her head and dropped it to the floor.

 Chapter 26: No Resisting

    Vic stood there before a half-naked Devi, knowing that his mouth was at least partially open. There was not a thing about her body that wasn¡¯t beautiful, from her wide hips, hiding just underneath a pair of tight-fitting jeans with a low waistband, to the pair of breasts that she had revealed to him, hanging sensually and adorned with wide dark areolas culminating in large perky nipples. There was a crassness to Marek¡¯s earlier description of them that did them absolutely no justice.


    Devi¡¯s face meanwhile told its own story. With her mouth in a thin line and one eyebrow slightly raised, it¡¯s as if she was saying, ¡°Here I am, what¡¯re you going to do about it?¡±


    ¡°Devi, I ¨C I¡¯m.¡±


    ¡°Speechless?¡± she prompted.


    He opened his mouth to talk but no coherent thoughts would come out.


    ¡°So what¡¯s it going to be?¡± Devi continued, raising her chin as if in challenge, ¡°Are you going to deny yourself for no good reason?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to,¡± Vic said, his voice a hoarse whisper.


    ¡°So what¡¯s stopping you then?¡±


    ¡°Nothing,¡± he said, deflated.


    ¡°Nothing?¡±


    ¡°Nothing,¡± he said, confidently now and then crossed the few steps that separated them and put his mouth on hers. There was only a brief moment of hesitation on Devi¡¯s part until she hungrily returned the kiss. Devi¡¯s lips were full and warm and he couldn¡¯t help himself but to give her top lip a nibble with his teeth as he kissed her and she responded to the gesture by slipping her tongue into his mouth, her softness exploring his own tongue.


    There was no helping his hands. Though they had started on her bare shoulders they quickly moved over her back, his fingers digging into her as he tried to press her into him, her breasts caught between their two bodies. And in no time at all his hands slid down her back, reaching the edge of her jeans and without hesitating going even lower, sliding into her pants and over the soft fabric of her panties, so low that each hand covered one lobe of her behind, the dizzying curves were well-defined under his fingers.


    ¡°Oh,¡± Devi murmured as she felt him squeeze her buns, pushing his hips further into his and he knew she would clearly feel his erection pressed against her. Without ever stopping kissing him, her hands, which were also exploring his back now moved lower, quickly passing his stomach which sent a shudder of anticipation through him. She fumbled with his pants in quick motions, as if worried that he might slip away from her, until she finally got them undone, and slipped his hardness from out of them and let it press into her hand.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    Now it was his turn to ¡°oh¡± as his lips travelled from her mouth, kissing her down her cheek and towards her neck, where he pressed his lips against her in greedy sucking kisses. She tilted her head away from him, exposing more of her soft tender neck to his mouth, while her own hand, with his member resting in it from the palm to the tips of her fingers, squeezed lightly around him and began to slide back and forth.


    With Devi¡¯s soft hand working on him between his legs, the possibilities in his mind opened up like a flower. Maybe she had been right and that he was holding himself back unnecessarily. What would happen if he¡¯d stopped and really let himself feel everything? With this body responding to his own touch, doing things to him that felt nothing like when he did the same to himself, he wanted more of her.


    His kissing now took him down her neck and over her shoulder, his hands slipping out from her pants and holding onto her hips, the sensual fullness of her under his touch. Further his lips traveled, over the curve of her clavicle and then lower still, the upper reaches of her bosom and Devi arched her back slightly at his touch, throwing her head backwards and releasing a soft moan from her throat. Her hand slowed down on his member, but did not let go, but he did not mind. He still enjoyed the earnest softness of her on his most private part, and also seeing her body react to his touch, to what seemed now like the unquenchable appetite of his lips that kissed her breasts, and that moved ever lower.


    Then finally in a little electric crackle that seemed to pass between them, Vic took the plunge and slipped one of Devi¡¯s nipples completely into his mouth. She sighed, and almost melted over him, nearly letting go of his member but still keeping her hand there, as his tongue explored the dark brown nub that was the size of a small grape. As she writhed under his touch while his mouth did its work, he noticed that she especially liked when his lips pressed hard over her nipple, as she would suck air in through her teeth, and give him a few frenzied strokes with her hand.


    With his mouth over her breast, and his tongue generously licking her up and down, his mind quickly considered his next steps, he wanted to take his hand, slide it down her belly, slip in to her pants and her panties and let his fingers find the welcoming moistness below. The image in his head was so vivid that he was almost there, and then his fingers were down there, and they were undoing her button and he was about to do what he had imagined but then, just as suddenly, he could not. There was still business; unfinished business that needed attending to that was more than just the hotness burning in his loins that were now screaming for release.


    Now was not the time, so his hands and his mouth let her go, but this time oh so reluctantly and he looked into her surprised eyes and said, ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m so sorry. There¡¯s just ¨C there¡¯s something I need to do. And as he put himself back in his pants he left Devi standing there in his own room, shirt off and pants undone, and he wondered if she would ever even look in his direction again.

 Chapter 27: Nocturnal Emissions

    Where Vic was going after leaving Devi in his room was straight to the girl¡¯s dormitory. He was ready. He knew he was ready by how badly he wanted Devi in the moment, how much effort it took him to stop his hands and his mouth. If he was going to cross this threshold, then he would make sure to do it right ¨C to do it with the one person he could not stop thinking about since he started at Dampgate.


    It hadn¡¯t been that late yet, so there was still some activity in the girl¡¯s dorm, some brushing their teeth while they were talking to each other across the hall. Not nearly as many of them paid attention to him this time ¨C the assumption being that after two weeks he was fully integrating into Dampgate and there was nothing out of the ordinary about his presence. The ones that did look his way probably knew that any assumptions about him might be incorrect.


    He found Marcia¡¯s room quickly, opening the door into the common room between the two bedrooms and finding it dark and empty. Then he crossed the room, hovered with his hand over the doorknob and took a deep breath before quietly opening the door and finding a sight that he had failed to prepare himself for.


    Marcia was there. She was sitting on the bed, on her knees, her bare feet pointed back behind her and completely in the nude, with the gorgeous curve of her back and bare ass facing towards him. Her black hair, which flowed nearly hallway down her back bounced in rhythmic motions. Recovering from the initial shock of it, Vic realized that the reason she had been wearing nothing, was because she was not alone in the room, and because she was actually sitting with her hips pressed into the hips of this man, moving her bum in vertical circular motions.


    As the clarity returned somewhat to his vision and eyes adjusted to the dark he could see that Marcia and this person were both sitting up and she had her arms around him while his hands were raised between them, exploring the tender forms of her modest breasts. The reason then of course that her hips were moving the way they were is because he was inside her, and she was doing the work of bringing them both pleasure. And then, the final piece of the puzzle fit into its place, the recognition of the stubble of the man who was kissing her neck as she threw her head back ¨C Sabor.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Vic had seen multiple girls get fucked at Dampgate since arriving there, but none of those hit as hard as Marcia riding the manhood of her own rival. He supposed this was the cruel reality of group assignments at Dampgate, and yet he was unable to turn away, almost as if he was living vicariously through Sabor. It was as if it was his own hands pressing against Marcia¡¯s breasts, as if it was his own thighs that she was sitting on. Watching them through the crack in the door he did not want to take his eyes of her ample ass, the soles of her feet, the slender forms of her arms wrapped around Sabor, and the moaning sounds she made each time she lowered herself further into his lap, helping him getting deeper inside her, took Vic¡¯s breath away.


    He could not take it any longer, he would find relief for himself one way or another, so he unzipped his pants and took out his own pecker and stroked it as is his eyes continued to watch the scene. Here Sabor lowered his face down to Marcia¡¯s breasts, burying his mouth in between them and Vic felt a new sensation down there. He was getting close, unsurprising given how far Devi had taken him only minutes earlier. Feeling himself reaching the end, he made the mistake of closing his eyes, of going too much into himself, unable to see or hear the clear signs that he should have left.


    Instead, suppressing a groan as to not alert anyone, he allowed himself to erupt weeks¡¯ worth of frustration from his loins, opening his eyes to find that Marcia now stood in the open doorway, and had fully received the load he had just relieved himself from.


    Vic¡¯s mouth blabbed open silently like that of a fish as he stared at Marcia, standing still fully naked from head to toe, leaning on the side of the doorframe, his white stickiness covering her from the top of her stomach down to the black hair of the bush below her waist.


    ¡°Is this how you great your friends now?¡± Marcia asked, looking down at the mess Vic left on her body.


    ¡°Is that Vic?¡± Sabor called from the bed. ¡°Good job, moron.¡±


    This caused Marcia to turn her head sharply in his direction. ¡°You know what, that¡¯s enough out of you. We¡¯re done here anyway.¡±


    ¡°But I haven¡¯t even cum yet,¡± Sabor said, annoyed.


    ¡°Well, I¡¯m sure Vic here can give you a few tips.¡±


    ¡°You haven¡¯t cum either,¡± Sabor suggested, his voice sounding like he was really grasping at straws.


    ¡°Oh please,¡± Marcia said, ¡°Like you have any idea how to even do that. I¡¯ll be alright on my own. And you, Vic,¡± she turned back to him and he realized her fingers had gone to some of his juice and wiped off a big glob of it. ¡°Why don¡¯t go get some sleep, you look terrible.¡± And just before she turned away to go back into her room, she put those fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.

 Chapter 29: Bunkering Down

    The rest of their afternoon that day was devoted to the English group assignment and by the end of it, mostly thanks to Liz, they had a good handle on it and were almost done. When they wanted to break for dinner, he decided to call another rain check and headed back to Dampgate to make sure that he could beat the cafeteria rush and eat his meal alone in his room.


    As he was coming out of Coffee Grinds, some activity at the docks caught his attention. There was a boat there, and even though it was a motorboat hardly big enough for five people. It was still unusual because he had not seen any boats docked there since he himself arrived at the island. The scene though was a familiar one ¨C the boat¡¯s driver still sat in the boat, hands on the steering wheel, while two officers of the peace were standing on the dock and talking to Dampgate¡¯s newest student.


    It was hard to see her from this distance and all he could make out was wavy hair that was a rich chestnut colour, legs that seemed to stretch to the sky, and though she was wearing a sweater, it was still easy to see that underneath she hid a pair of impressive breasts. She looked, at least form where he was, quite striking, but the only thing that mattered to him at the moment was that it was nice to have a student at Dampgate that was even newer than him. Now he could see with his own eyes how quickly others adjusted.


    That evening in his room in the boys¡¯ dormitory, Vic felt safely bunkered down. Marek was out there doing who knows what with who knows whom and frankly that¡¯s the way things should have been. If he could have gone to bed early, he would have, but between the coffee and the late wakeup, he knew it was pointless to turn in just yet. This however left him vulnerable to getting another visitor, which is exactly what ended up happening.


    This time though it was Agnes who knocked, but actually waited for him to reluctantly say ¡°Come in¡± before entering.


    ¡°Hey what¡¯s up?¡± he said from his desk as Agnes stepped into the room.


    ¡°Heard you popped off on Marcia,¡± Agnes said and crossed her arms.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    ¡°Wow, you don¡¯t mince words at all, do you?¡± Vic asked after taking a moment to recover from the bluntness of this.


    ¡°Life is short,¡± Agnes said, looking at him with not a little amount of disdain.


    ¡°Are you seriously just here to rub my face in it?¡±


    ¡°Well a little too late to actually rub your face in it ¨C last night would have been better.¡±


    ¡°Gross,¡± Vic said but she ignored him.


    ¡°I¡¯m just here to check up on what the hell is wrong with you?¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°What are friends for other than to make sure that you learn from your mistakes?¡±


    ¡°Look, I¡¯m sorry I came all over Marcia. I¡¯d apologize to her, too, if I didn¡¯t want to burst into flame every time I even thought about it.¡±


    ¡°Ugh,¡± Agnes groaned and closed the door behind her, dropping onto his bed to lie down on her back. ¡°I¡¯ve talked to Marcia, there¡¯s nothing to apologize for.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s not?¡±


    ¡°No, you nitwit. This is Dampgate, stuff like this happens here all the time. About a month before you came here, the game of blowjob hot potato was all the rage.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, what?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, Marek¡¯s idea. On the one hand, not surprising, on the other hand, impressed by the creativity. The point once during any class one guy called out ¡°Blowjob Hot Potato!¡± and then all the girls in the room, teacher included, would have to blow him. Winner got a hot load in their mouth they had to swallow.¡±


    ¡°Intense ¡­¡± Vic said, mouth slightly agape, an erection already keeping his pants taut. He could see that Agnes had noticed it from where she was so he shifted in the chair to hide it better.


    ¡°Yeah,¡± Agnes continued, ¡°And everyone had a good time because they wanted to participate, they had fun, and they were cool about. You though, are the opposite of cool about anything.¡±


    ¡°Why is everyone so invested in where I put my penis?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m really not. Put it in a meatgrinder for all I care,¡± Agnes answered, still lying down and staring up into the ceiling.


    ¡°Then why do you care?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to speak more slowly, just in case,¡± Agnes said with a sigh. ¡°Because I¡¯m your friend. Because whatever you hope for Marcia, you¡¯re not going to accomplish it by wearing this self-imposed chastity belt and then hiding in the dark. You¡¯re much better off if you actually participate.¡±


    Vic wanted to be annoyed, but the tired in honesty in Agnes¡¯s voice softened him somewhat.


    ¡°I will think about it,¡± he said finally, no longer as sulky as he had been.


    ¡°See that you do,¡± Agnes said, hopping off the bed. ¡°It would make it much easier if we all didn¡¯t have to pretend like we don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on.¡±


    ¡°Thanks,¡± Vic said, and with that, Agnes left.

 Chapter 30: Rita

    Vic¡¯s conversation with Agnes did leave him with more to think about especially given how her own attitude towards sex contrasted with that of Evelyn. Whereas Evelyn saw it as an extension of some other emotion, Agnes seemed to not put in any emotion to it at all with her ¡®one and done¡¯ approach. Then again, if Marcia was right, then Agnes never actually crossed the threshold into sex itself, so perhaps there was still something there.


    All that said, both opinions were at an opposition to his ¡®run and run¡¯ approach, and now pretty much everyone was telling him that saving himself for Marcia was more likely to push her away than it was to get him close to her. But his mind still could not break through that paradox, so he went into a fitful sleep that carried him into Sunday.


    The next day, Vic continued with his self-imposed exile. Marek had brought a girl to their room late in the night, probably around three in the morning, by Vic¡¯s estimation. The bad news was that he no longer had a place that he could go to get better sleep. The good news was that he was so tired that he mostly slept through it as well as through Marek getting out of bed and bouncing from their room that morning. His date, though, had been left behind.


    Vic had not even noticed her at first, swinging his feet over the side of his bed and grunting groggily in the least attractive way possible. And then, the mess of blankets on Marek¡¯s bed began to move and out rose the top half a girl, chestnut wavy hair in a giant mess, though she had the presence of mind to keep her bare breasts covered with the blanket.


    ¡°Oh, sorry,¡± the girl said in a husky voice, ¡°I didn¡¯t realize you were here. Uh, do you know where Marek is?¡±Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    ¡°Sorry, that¡¯s kind of his thing though, I don¡¯t know where Marek is most of the time.¡±


    She seemed strangely familiar to him, and then he realized ¨C this was the new student he had seen arrive at the docks the day before. So there went his hopes of other newbies being just as awkward to adjust as him, since she apparently wasted no time getting introduced to the rhythms of Dampgate.


    ¡°Hey, you must be Vic, right?¡± she said, extending one hand while the other remained at her chest, covering it up.


    ¡°Uh, yeah,¡± Vic said, returning the handshake.


    ¡°Marek told me about you.¡±


    ¡°Ah,¡± Vic said, both relieved and disappointed that he didn¡¯t have some kind of unavoidable reputation.


    ¡°How do you find Dampgate?¡± she said, getting into a sitting position with her legs crossed under the blanket, as if expecting a longer conversation. All Vic could look at though were her bare shoulders.


    ¡°Well I¡¯m still kind of new myself. Only two weeks.¡±


    ¡°This place is pretty crazy isn¡¯t it?¡±


    ¡°You learned that quick enough.¡±


    She looked down at herself then, laughed and looked back up at him. ¡°I guess I did, didn¡¯t I? I¡¯m Rita, by the way.¡±


    ¡°Vic.¡±


    ¡°I know that.¡±


    ¡°Right.¡± He said, a twinge of pain from the embarrassment, but Rita¡¯s smile put him at ease.


    ¡°Anyway, I think I¡¯m going to take a shower. It was nice meeting you.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, nice meeting you too,¡± Vic said, as Rita climbed out of the bed, keeping the blanket around her for cover. Not perfectly, much to his frustration, revealing the side of a breast that was just as ample as he expected and with the blanket being so low on her back that he saw it in its entirety, including the top part of the cleft between her ass cheeks.


    She left into the common room between the two bedrooms, where the shower was, and Vic lay back down on his bed, wondering how someone so amoeba-brained like Marek could have figured these things out so easily.

 Chapter 31: Dead Serious

    Rita may have left, but what she left behind was the intoxicating scent of her body and her perfume, which Vic was concentrating on instead of his homework. After lunch, just as its presence began to dissipate, Marek showed up to their room.


    ¡°Hey, you busy?¡± Marek said, popping his head in.


    ¡°Just studying.¡±


    ¡°So that¡¯s a ¡®no¡¯ then?¡± Marek said with a wide smile, opening the door fully. Unsurprising to Vic, he had a girl with him, a short blonde by the name of Caroline.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you just have a girl in here last night? She was looking for you this morning,¡± Vic asked in the hopes that this might break up their date. But this was Dampgate, so Caroline seemed unperturbed.


    ¡°Oh, Rita? Yeah, she was great. Amazing knockers.¡± The great thing about Marek was that if you had one conversation with him, you basically had them all.


    ¡°I¡¯ve noticed. So ¡­ I¡¯m just going to get out of your hair now.¡±


    ¡°Oh no, no rush, you can stay if Caroline is cool with it?¡± Marek looked down on the blonde and she just pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows in a sign of acquiescence. ¡°Fine by me. Maybe even join in?¡± Caroline suggested.


    ¡°Oooh, yeah, a classic spit roast or maybe some DP? What do you say, Vic?¡±


    ¡°I ¡­ think I¡¯m good, thanks. Just gonna study at the library.¡±


    ¡°Good call, I don¡¯t think you¡¯re gonna get any work done here ¨C this one¡¯s a screamer.¡±


    ¡°I really am,¡± Caroline nodded enthusiastically, but before Vic could find out, he headed for the library.


    It was a busier day at the Dampgate Academy library than it had been when Kit and Laine ambushed him there ¨C something that happened only a week earlier but now seemed like a whole forever ago. Perhaps this meant that it would be a safer space for him this time around.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Vic, however, was a slow learner, both academically and when it came to life, and with every passing hour there he let his guard down more and more, until he raised his eyes from his Math textbook and found that Marcia had found him and was standing beside his table. There did for a moment pass an urge through him that almost had him running out of the library and leaving all his books behind, but even his brain was capable of telling him that it wasn¡¯t the best idea.


    Marcia instead sat on the table he was working at and crossed her arms.


    ¡°Are you going to be weird again?¡± she said, not a hint of anger or anything of the sort in her voice.


    ¡°Again? I don¡¯t think I was ¡­ ever weird.¡±


    ¡°Mmmhmm, sure. Me cleaning your cum out of my bellybutton would suggest otherwise.¡±


    Or perhaps it wasn¡¯t too late to run after all.


    ¡°See, there you are being weird again,¡± Marcia said after a prolonged silence from Vic.


    ¡°It¡¯s weird that I find this a bit awkward?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s weird that you find weird what doesn¡¯t need to be weird.¡± As Vic puzzled through that one with probably visible consternation on his face, Marcia continued, ¡°Look, I want us to be friends, but I¡¯m not sure how that¡¯s going to work out if you can¡¯t deal with how friendships work at Dampgate. Like, what were you even doing there, to begin with?¡±


    ¡°I was just ¡­ I just needed to talk to you.¡±


    ¡°Right. And then you saw me and what ¡­ got distracted?¡± Marcia asked, appearing genuinely curious.


    ¡°I guess you could put it that way.¡±


    She didn¡¯t answer anything to that, just continued sitting there, in her sweatpants and T-shirt, regarding him with a somewhat stern expression.


    ¡°Can we still be friends? Or are you going to make that too hard?¡± she asked finally. Vic wasn¡¯t even fully sure what the request was. Did that mean dropping any hope of them being together? And as everyone told him, what did ¡°being together¡± even mean here at Dampgate? So did this mean no kind of physical interaction at all? For once, he thought it may be better to actually ask instead of just guessing.


    ¡°I do want to still be friends. Just tell me how I can make it ¡­ not hard?¡±


    Marcia sighed, possibly expecting that he would have actually come to it on his own.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± she looked around, ¡°Just be a proper Dampgate student or something.¡±


    ¡°I can do that,¡± Vic said earnestly.


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe you,¡± she said, making his heart sink.


    ¡°I¡¯m serious. From now on, I¡¯ll be good.¡±


    ¡°Prove it then,¡± Marcia said with a twinkle in her eye.


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Prove it,¡± and then, after chewing on her lip in thought, she added, ¡°Seems like I interrupted you in the library last week. So go finish your unfinished business.¡±


    Vic¡¯s mind was racing at this point.¡±


    ¡°Are you serious?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m dead serious,¡± Marcia said

 Chapter 32: Kit and Laine (Redux)

    Seeing absolutely no other way out of the situation, Vic agreed to Marcia¡¯s terms, and went to visit Kit and Laine in their room. It was evening, not quite bedtime and part of him was hoping that they would not be there, Marcia would change her mind, and then everything would be smoothed out without needing to prove anything.


    ¡°So you and Sabor, are you like ¡­ dating now?¡± Vic asked as the two of them made their way to the girls¡¯ dormitory.


    ¡°Are you being weird on me again?¡± Marcia asked.


    ¡°No, no, no, just asking.¡±


    ¡°Right,¡± Marcia said dubiously, and Vic wondered if he managed to blow it already. ¡°But eww, no, definitely not. That was just ¡­ I don¡¯t know, it was fun, but ¡­¡±


    ¡°Never again?¡±


    ¡°Well, I wouldn¡¯t say it that definitively, but I would need to be in a mood.¡±


    They had by this point reached Kit and Laine¡¯s room, and this is where he thought Marcia would leave him.


    ¡°So, I ¡­ guess I¡¯m getting in there,¡± Vic said.


    ¡°You? No, no, I¡¯m going with you.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°You told me you weren¡¯t going to be weird, so I¡¯m going to see it with my own eyes.¡±


    Vic blinked blankly at her a few times until part of his brain woke up to tell him that he better keep moving. So without further argument, he knocked on the door of Kit and Laine¡¯s room. There was no answer, and he was surprised to find that what he felt was disappointment, so he knocked again, more forcefully.


    After some more silence, the door opened, and Kit and Laine¡¯s both stood there. Kit was all dressed up in black lacy lingerie with garters, while Laine was wearing a little night dress, cut so short it almost revealed everything and hanging off her shoulders by puny thin little straps. As she absently wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, Vic thought that his suspicions about the two of them were correct.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡°Oh hey, Vic,¡± Kit said in a shrill voice, ¡°Why are you here?¡±


    ¡°Uh,¡± Vic hesitated, ¡°I think we might have some unfinished business from last week.¡± Kit and Laine broke out into wide devious smiles as they exchanged a look.


    ¡°Is that right?¡± Kit said. ¡°Wait, what¡¯s she doing here?¡± she asked, her expression souring as she saw Marcia hanging out to behind Vic.


    ¡°I¡¯m here to watch,¡± Marcia said calmly, seeming to completely ignore Kit¡¯s tone.


    ¡°She¡¯s here to watch,¡± Vic agreed.


    ¡°Is that right?¡± Kit said slowly with her nasally voice, and then looked at Laine. Vic wasn¡¯t sure what silent conversation may have passed between the two of them, but then Laine was saying, ¡°Alright, come in, maybe you¡¯ll actually learn something.¡±


    Kit and Laine led them through heir common room into their bedroom, where Vic was not entirely surprised that they had pushed their beds together to form one large bed. What did shock him slightly was the absolute array of paraphernalia that covered one of their desks ¨C dildos, vibrators, butt plugs of various different sizes left no room to question what went down here most evenings. Kit and Laine seemed to pay no mind to Vic¡¯s staring.


    Instead, Kit motioned Marcia to a chair, ¡°Why don¡¯t you just sit here and stay out of our way.¡±


    ¡°Gladly,¡± Marcia said, settling into the chair too much like a curious spectator.


    ¡°Well,¡± Laine said, ¡°The two of us aren¡¯t leaving anything to the imagination. So how about you join us?¡± Laine nodded in the direction of Vic¡¯s pants.


    ¡°Just like that?¡± Vic asked cautiously.


    ¡°Yes, yes, don¡¯t be shy,¡± Kit urged on.


    It was an odd sensation, between this much on display, but he committed to not being weird, so he dutifully took off his pants and underwear, and stood there presenting himself to the room of three girls.


    ¡°Oh, so he is shy,¡± Laine said with a small laugh. Yes, embarrassingly enough, being in this situation did nothing for Vic¡¯s libido at the moment, so he was presenting them all with a very flaccid penis hanging between his legs.


    ¡°Vic, honey, come, lie down, make yourself comfortable,¡± Kit said with a slight push to Vic¡¯s chest in the direction of the bed. Vic did as he was told, lying down and against some pillows piled against the wall, his unremarkable winky just lying there. Kit got onto the bed and kitty-cat crawled towards him on all fours. Without any further preamble, she bent her head down and slipped his entire flaccid self into her mouth, including his sack. Watching himself disappear so wholly inside Kit¡¯s mouth woke his blood up, and only after a few seconds she pulled him out, fully hard.

 Chapter 33: The Whole Load

    ¡°Not so shy anymore,¡± Kit said with a smile, staring at Vic¡¯s erection, before putting her mouth on him again, sliding him in and out in fluid motions. For a moment, he had forgotten there was anyone else there, letting his eyes close in a moment of pure enjoyment at what Kit was doing to him. But then he opened them and found Laine still standing behind Kit, leaning back against the table of goods, watching her friend¡¯s ass with a sly smirk, while Marcia was sitting on the chair, staring at what Kit was doing with an intense kind of concentration.


    That seemed to matter less than it did before though ¨C the awkwardness that he had experienced was slowly falling away. Now he put his arms behind his head for extra support, and so that he could more easily watch Kit¡¯s lips and tongue working away on his member. With intentionally sloppy sounds she would make her tongue wide and then lick him from base to head, then wrapping her lips around him and taking him in deep as he could go. It felt good, it felt undeniably great and there was no guilt hanging about him.


    He found that Marcia had by this point slipped her hand under the waistband of her sweatpants, and though he couldn¡¯t see anything, it was obvious that she was now pleasuring herself as she watched. In many ways, this was even hotter than what Kit was doing to him, just the though of Marcia¡¯s fingers playing with her clit and her slipping them inside her damp warmness.


    But then there was also Laine, who had stealthily at some point put on a strap-on harness which was already equipped with one of the assortment of dildoes that they kept on their desk. Laine got onto the bed and stood on her knees behind Kit, and then expertly pulled the other girl¡¯s black lacy panties over her ass and dropped them on the floor by the bed.


    Vic wished he could see what Laine was seeing, but his view wasn¡¯t so bad either ¨C Kit¡¯s head between his legs and then Laine in her skimpy little nightgown, one hand placed firmly on Kit¡¯s pale and freckled ass cheek, while the other one guided the rubber dildo into her friend.


    When Laine entered her, Kit let out a moan with him still in her mouth, creating a vibration that had almost caused him to finish. Laine now had both hands on her Kit¡¯s hips, thrusting in and out of her with wet sounds. But it was Marcia that Vic wanted to watch. Her hand was busy in her own pants as well, and he thought that he could tell that by her parted lips that she herself was getting close.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    It happened without much fanfare ¨C Marcia seemed to not want to be loud and attract attention to herself, but her hand stopped moving, her eyes closed, and the few slight twitches of her body told Vic that she indeed made herself come whole watching him receive a blowjob. This in itself was too much for poor Vic to handle. All he managed to blurt out was ¡°Oh, I¡¯m about to ¨C¡± and it was too late. Kit though, even with the warning, was in no rush to go anywhere. With Laine still pounding behind her she let her lips be exactly where they were while Vic groaned and released his hot load into her mouth.


    There was a sigh of relief that had gone through his whole body as Kit slowly pulled away, Laine having stopped moving behind her, but still very much deep inside her friend. Kit smiled then, her strawberry blonde hair falling over her face and then opened her mouth, revealing that she had nothing inside. ¡°See Vic,¡± she said, ¡°I knew you¡¯d come around. And now if you¡¯d, ungh, excuse us,¡± she added, as Laine continued thrusting.


    Nothing Vic had just felt though would be able to reduce the sting of awkwardness of having to pull his pants back on, but Marcia mercifully by that point had exited the room.


    Out in the hall and with the door closed firmly behind them, they made their first eye contact since entering Kit and Laine¡¯s dorm room. Marcia shrugged, ¡°So maybe you were telling the truth.¡± With the horniness temporarily drained away from him, there was an urge in Vic to go back to his blushing shy ways but he knew he had to compose himself or all this progress would have been to waste. ¡°Sorry it had to be Kit and Laine, though,¡± Marcia added with a smirk, ¡°I recommend you take a long shower.¡±


    ¡°Actually,¡± Vic said, almost feeling how quickly his brain was rewiring itself in the moment, urges bursting through fatigue he had felt only moments ago, ¡°I¡¯ve got more unfinished business to attend to.¡±


    ¡°Are you serious?¡± Marcia asked, appearing to be in disbelief at the monster she helped create.


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m dead serious,¡± Vic said echoing her words back at her and then turning to leave down the hallway deeper into the girls¡¯ dormitory. ¡°I¡¯ll catch you later okay?¡± Every bit of him fought the urge to turn around and see the look on her face before he turned the next corner and left her standing there in front of Kit and Laine¡¯s room, likely in her drenched panties, which she would have to keep to herself.

 Chapter 34: Unfinished Business

    As soon as Marcia was behind the corner, Vic¡¯s confident gait faltered for the simple reason that he didn¡¯t actually have a clear idea of where he was going. He bet Owen probably had a pocket map of the girl¡¯s dormitory for a handy dandy guide, but tracking him down right now had the risk of taking the wind out of Vic¡¯s sails and also bumping into Marcia again.


    So he bit the bullet and asked around, the second girl he talked to giving him directions as casually as one would to the nearest coffee shop. He was carried on a rush of adrenaline, having just finished a load into Kit¡¯s mouth, his mind was already awash in other possibilities. It seemed like everyone had been right ¨C the only proper way to continue was to embrace Dampgate and everything it had to offer.


    He entered the room he was looking for without knocking ¨C there really was no time to waste, and found Devi in her pajamas, lying on top of her blanket and reading a book. At the desk in the room was Evelyn, reading a textbook by the light of the table lamp. Vic would note this for later, in case he would ever need to find Evelyn, and it pleased him that it seemed like he was finally thinking like a proper Dampgate student.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± Devi asked him in a stern voice from behind her book, knocking some confidence out of him, but not enough to stop him.


    ¡°I just came here to apologize again,¡± he said.


    ¡°Apologize for ¨C¡± Devi didn¡¯t get a chance to finish because he quickly crossed the room, leaned over her and her book and planted a kiss on her mouth. Startled, at first she did not respond at all and he thought that she would push him away, but after a moment her mouth responded and her lips kissed his back. Her hands went to his back but his wasted no time. As he put his legs up on the bed, his fingers travelled over her shirt and down her belly and straight into her pants and under the elastic of her underwear. In no time at all, she became wet enough to receive him and he slipped two fingers inside of her.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    ¡°Okay you two have fun,¡± Evelyn said from behind him. ¡°Let me know if you need an extra pair of hands or something.¡±


    But the both of them ignored her as Devi made space for him on the bed so that he could lie down next to her, his hands still busily working away at her between her legs. Now it was her turn to react, her hands finding his pants as before, freeing his member that was already ready for a second round, and placing him in the soft palm of her hand so that she could stroke him. At the same time, their mouths hungrily explored each other as if missing their interruption from a few days earlier.


    Almost at the exact same time, Devi and Vic decided that they were going to pull each other¡¯s clothes off ¨C tugging at shirts and pants. There was an urgency in Vic¡¯s body now that told him that he craved this, that he wanted nothing more than to explore every corner of Devi, every corner of anyone who was willing to be explored. It¡¯s true that audiences didn¡¯t matter, and that it didn¡¯t matter who he had just been with and who Devi might have been with even earlier that evening. He soon found himself lying next to her with not a single item of clothing between them, one of her legs wrapping over him as his hand grew damper and damper from the juices between her legs.


    His urges were now speaking for him, taking control of all his movements that made it seem natural. There was no fumbling anymore, only the deft removal of his hand from within Devi, placing it still wet on her knee and then pushing it away, spreading hers before him so that he could move his head between her legs and have his mouth fall longingly on the softness between her legs. Unlike the reluctance he experienced a week earlier with Mrs. Laramie, there was nowhere else he wanted to be at that moment than generously lapping at Devi¡¯s clit and labia as she grabbed onto her bedsheets and moaned without reservation.

 Chapter 35: Magic Fingers

    In the end, Vic and Devi never ended up having actual sex, at least, in the narrow definition of it, and that was fine by Vic, who did not come to her room that evening with specifically that act in mind. It also seemed to be completely fine by Devi, who appeared more than satisfied by the three orgasms he had given her. One of those was while he had been sitting on top of her, his hand leaning behind him as he fingered her, while his own hard member was wedged between Devi¡¯s ample breasts as his hips thrust it forwards and backwards. It was only a short while after Devi contracted over his tiring fingers, as she moaned so hard that he thought they would wake the whole dorm up, that he himself came, covering her breasts, neck and face in the second helping of hot white juices that he released that evening.


    And when they were both fully satisfied, he also found no reason to run. Instead, he had stayed, and after snuggling up to a fully naked Devi, himself also in the nude, he fell asleep, and woke up only at the sound of Devi¡¯s alarm calling them to get up for a new school day. Evelyn was already up at that point, and when Vic sleepily got himself out of the blankets to sit on the side of the bed, she cheerfully said ¡°Well good morning,¡± while staring at his crotch. Without panicking, but dutifully covering himself up with a corner of the blanket, he said, ¡°Oops,¡± and then added, ¡°I guess we should get going to class.


    ¡°I¡¯ll see you there,¡± Devi said, no complications or awkwardness hanging between them, and for the first time Vic actually believed that he could do this just fine.


    Fortune smiled on him again as he made his way out of the girls¡¯ dorm, bumping in to Marcia in the hallway, who stared at him in curious amazement as he passed and then asked, ¡°Are you serious?¡±


    ¡°Like, I said, I¡¯m dead serious,¡± Vic answered, and didn¡¯t pause to chat.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Having to haul back all the way to the boys¡¯ dormitory to go get changed into his school uniform almost caused him to be late to Mrs. Alberts¡¯s class. As much as he was getting more comfortable with being a Dampgate student, he still had zero desire to face the punishment meted out to boys who were late to her class ¨C naked jumping jacks in front of the whole class for two minutes straight.


    ¡°Hey buddy, congratulations,¡± Owen said from behind him, putting his hands on Vic¡¯s shoulders and giving him a hearty shake. ¡°Heard you finally decided to pull that stick out of your ass.¡±


    Vic was about to answer but then Mrs. Alberts interrupted. ¡°Gentlemen, please settle down, I¡¯m sure you can all discuss Vic¡¯s magic fingers after class.¡± There was a roll of laughter that went through the room, but Vic found that he didn¡¯t mind it.


    When he joined up with his friends at their lockers before lunch, Liz was already in a heated discussion with Marcia, as much as the soft-spoken Liz could get heated up.


    ¡°I just think no one will notice that he used the passive voice here,¡± Liz said.


    ¡°Maybe most people, but Ms. Dong will,¡± Marcia answered.


    ¡°In your opinion maybe.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s hardly my opinion that it¡¯s significant that everywhere else he mostly says ¡®I love you¡¯ and then only once he says ¡®you are loved¡¯. Anybody should be able to see that,¡± Marcia said, and despite the seeming arrogance of her words didn¡¯t sound as cocky about as say Sabor would.


    ¡°Anybody?¡± Liz asked, her tone really turning icy by this point.


    ¡°Yes, I think so.¡±


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you just ask Sabor what he thinks the next time you¡¯re sucking him off,¡± Liz said, turning away and leaving. Agnes widened her eyes in a ¡°Can you believe the fuss she¡¯s kicking up?¡± face and then quickly followed her friend. That left Vic and Marcia alone, with Marcia looking after the departing Liz and Agnes perplexed.


    ¡°Anyway,¡± she said, turning to face Vic, ¡°I hear your night went well.¡±


    ¡°Well I don¡¯t kiss and tell.¡±


    ¡°Yeah right, boys kiss and tell all the time.¡±


    ¡°To other guys! Not to girls.¡±


    ¡°Ugh,¡± she said playfully. ¡°Speaking of guys. I need you for a boy¡¯s opinion, are you doing anything after school?¡±


    ¡°Nope.¡±


    ¡°Alright, meet here then and we¡¯ll head down to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing together.¡±

 Chapter 36: Boutique Eros

    As agreed, Vic and Marcia met after school and headed out of Dampgate together. Liz managed to not make an appearance at their lockers at all, which prompted Vic to ask Marcia, ¡°So you and Liz, are you going to be okay?¡±


    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s just Liz being Liz,¡± Marcia said, ¡°I thought you were already introduced to her tempter?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I just I guess don¡¯t expect someone like her to have a temper.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s always the small and quiet ones,¡± Marcia said, trailing off as they entered the road between the trees. ¡°So, I told you that Devi was pretty.¡±


    ¡°I never denied that she was!¡±


    ¡°Well good, because I was beginning to suspect you were actually blind and I¡¯m going to need your eyes where we¡¯re going.¡±


    ¡°Where are you taking me, anyway? I don¡¯t think you ever told me.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll see.¡±


    He did eventually see. It was a place he had been intimately familiar with since its window displays had made him rubberneck so many times before on his trips to Aphrodite¡¯s Landing.


    ¡°Are you serious?¡± Vic asked, standing outside the door and again ogling the display.


    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m dead serious,¡± Marcia said and walked inside, leaving him no choice but to follow.


    And so it was that for the first time Vic entered Boutique Eros, the premier destination in Aphrodite¡¯s Landing for all things lingerie, which always had provocatively-clad mannequins outside in the window display, and seemed to change that display constantly giving Vic absolutely no ability to be desensitized to it and thus making him walk by, mouth slightly open, trying not to be obvious about it (but probably failing) every time.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Inside the store it was even more overwhelming and he was assaulted by bright pinks and reds and blacks in all sorts of shapes and with varying amounts of material used ¨C in all cases not that much at all.


    ¡°So ¡­ are you going to tell me why I¡¯m here?¡± Vic said, slowly shuffling behind Marcia who was turning her head in every which way.


    ¡°Well, embarrassing as it is, seeing Kit and Laine in their outfits last night made me think about how my own wardrobe is really bare when it comes to this stuff.¡±


    ¡°And my role is?¡± Vic prompted uncertainly.


    ¡°I told you, I need a boy¡¯s opinion. So you can tell me what I look good in.¡± Vic wasn¡¯t sure what to say to that and in that silence Marcia asked, ¡°You being weird again?¡±


    ¡°Absolutely not,¡± he said, looking around the shelves they were walking by and grabbing the first thing that truly caught his eye. ¡°How about this?¡± he asked, lifting the garment up.


    ¡°Crotchless panties? Marcia asked dubiously. ¡°Ugh, this is what boys buy girls in these stores, not what girls buy.¡±


    ¡°Well you did want a boy¡¯s opinion.¡±


    ¡°Well don¡¯t make me think it was a mistake, okay?¡±


    For the next half hour Marcia and Vic roamed the store, with Marcia ¡®hmm¡¯ing and ¡®I don¡¯t know¡¯ing as she picked up items from the racks and the shelves shoving whatever she may have been interested in into Vic¡¯s arms so that he was walking around with a heap by the end of it.


    ¡°Okay, I¡¯m going to go try these on,¡± Marcia said heading for the fitting rooms.


    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll just wait for you here?¡± Vic asked.


    ¡°What? What good is that going to do, follow me.¡± Obediently, Vic followed Marcia into the hallway of fitting rooms, where she picked the one towards the end and motioned him to sit down in a chair across from the little curtain, which at this point seemed to be mostly for show.


    ¡°Okay wait here,¡± Marcia said as she grabbed something off the top of the heap that was now piled next to the chair, and disappeared behind the curtain. ¡°As she changed, Vic tried to move his head in a way where he could spy between the curtain and the doorway, but couldn¡¯t get a good view. So all he had to settle for was the view underneath the curtain, where first he could watch Marcia lose her shoes and then her long white socks, followed by her skirt dropping around her ankles and then finally her panties. He wasn¡¯t sure if it was getting hot in that hallway or if he was sweating for a completely different reason.


    Eventually Marcia was done, the curtain was drawn open with a flourish and there she was, standing in an outfit not too different from the one Kit wore the night before ¨C black bra underneath a sheer shirt, black panties, and black garters holding up black sheer stocking that covered her legs and feet.


    No, no, the heat was definitely coming entirely from Vic.

 Chapter 37: Secret Weapon

    ¡°So, what do you think?¡± Marcia asked, business as usual, standing in front of Vic in an outfit that only made him think about how amazing it would be to get her out of it. It took him a little while to gather enough wits about him to actually provide her with a meaningful response.


    ¡°I ¨C actually ¡­¡±


    ¡°Too much like, Kit, right?¡± Marcia asked, turning this way and that in front of the mirror.


    ¡°Yup, that¡¯s pretty much all I can see.¡± Truthfully, it was about ten percent of what he could see, but, yes, he did think the outfit was a little bit too close.


    ¡°I dunno,¡± Marcia said, going on her tiptoes and craning to see what her backside looked like in the mirror. ¡°Does this make my butt like enormous?¡±


    There was an open invitation to look at Marcia¡¯s ass which he took without hesitation, and stared at it long enough that she caught on to what he was doing and stood back down on her feet, giving him an accusing smirk.


    ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Vic said finally. ¡°That¡¯s like easily your best asset.¡±


    ¡°Asset? Are you trying to be punny?¡± Marcia crossed her arms


    ¡°I appreciate that you would assume it may have been intentional.¡±


    ¡°Ugh, fine, not this one. Let¡¯s see what else I have in there.¡±


    After a bit more dancing around behind the curtain, Marcia stepped out in an ensemble that made Vic glad his eyes were attached by optical nerves that actually kept them from popping out. Marcia was wearing a full-body fishnet that stretched from her throat down to her feet, with strips of black fabric running from the collar to the groin to just about hide her nipples and her bush.Stolen story; please report.


    ¡°That ¡­ is ¡­¡± he said in a creaky voice.


    ¡°It¡¯s pretty extra isn¡¯t it?¡± Marcia said uncertainly.


    ¡°That is certainly one way of putting it. Maybe if I could see it from the back?¡±


    ¡°Oh you¡¯d like that, wouldn¡¯t you?¡±


    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dislike it.¡±


    ¡°Ugh, fine, here,¡± with her arms raised over her head, Marcia did one twirl, briefly exposing her barely-covered ass to Vic before going back inside.


    The next time she came out she was wearing nothing but essentially a black lacy underwear and bra combo.


    ¡°Huh, classic. It seems very, you,¡± Vic suggested with a smile, really getting into the role that he had been gifted.


    ¡°It does seem me, doesn¡¯t it?¡± Marcia said, admiring herself in the mirror. ¡°Definitely this one, let¡¯s see what else I got.¡±


    There were a few more outfits she went through before getting to the final one. When she stepped out of the fitting room, he wasn¡¯t sure what to think ¨C it was similar to the first one ¨C bra, panties, garters, stockings, except the bra continued into a sheer shirt that covered her belly, and that it was all completely white. Vic just stared. He couldn¡¯t get a word to come out of his mouth. Marcia took one look at him and said, ¡°Yup, that¡¯s the one.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡± he asked, making eye contact for the first time.


    ¡°I think you¡¯re actually literally drooling.¡±


    ¡°Am not!¡± Vic said, forcing his mouth shut.


    Marcia opened her mouth into an ¡®o¡¯ and then said, ¡°Yeah you are, you are loving this.¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that ¡­ isn¡¯t that wedding night lingerie?¡±


    ¡°Maybe it is, and maybe you¡¯re obsessed with it.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m fine with it,¡± Vic said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.


    ¡°Oh please.¡± Marcia took one step toward him, lifted her foot, and pressed it lengthwise against the erection in Vic¡¯s pants. ¡°Ha! See, you love it.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a ¡­ it¡¯s a traitor,¡± Vic said, acutely feeling every little movement of Marcia¡¯s foot, from her toes to her heel, as she kept it along his hard member. She gave him one quick squeeze with her toes and then put her foot down.


    ¡°I¡¯ll get this a secret weapon then.¡±


    ¡°Happy to help,¡± Vic said, feeling his heartbeat in his throat.

 Chapter 38: The Question

    Turned on to nearly his maximum capacity but with no relief in sight, Vic accompanied Marcia to the checkout counter, and then back to Dampgate, forgoing heading into town and looking for someone to find that relief with together. As he helped carry her bags through the forest road, and as they laughed about whatever ¨C classes, friends and enemies, Vic truly began to appreciate the advantages of being this comfortable with sex and sexuality. When there were no boundaries between friends, it somehow made things easier and not harder.


    When they got back to the Academy building, Marcia waved him goodbye.


    ¡°Thanks for your help today, it was surprisingly helpful,¡± she said.


    ¡°I would say something like ¡®it¡¯s my pleasure¡¯ but that gives off the wrong vibes.¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s no lie at least,¡± Marcia said and gave him a smile that looked almost apologetic.


    ¡°I guess I¡¯ll see you in class tomorrow?¡±


    ¡°Guess so,¡± she said, and with that, they parted. As he walked away, a stray thought did follow Vic where he wondered whether any of Marcia¡¯s new purchases will be put to good use that evening without him. He was though getting better and better at silencing that part of his brain.


    When he reached his room, his thoughts moved away from Marcia entirely, because at his desk he found the new student, Rita, her chin in her hand as she propped up her arm on her elbow, looking very hopelessly bored.


    ¡°Hey,¡± Vic said, walking into the room.


    ¡°Hey,¡± Rita answered, somewhat startled. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you know where Marek is?¡±


    ¡°Sorry, still not familiar with most of his comings and goings.¡± Then after, after brief consideration, he quipped, ¡°I think you may be more familiar with his comings though.¡±Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    He smiled to show that he was joking but Rita just stared up at him with glossy eyes, not saying anything. ¡°Wow, that really was not funny,¡± she said with a shake of a head.


    He was surprised to find that this made him burst out in laughter. ¡°Oh man, it really wasn¡¯t, wasn¡¯t it?¡±


    Now it was Rita¡¯s turn to laugh a shy laugh. ¡°Sorry, I can be pretty blunt sometimes.¡±


    ¡°Well, bluntness will certainly get you far in here,¡± Vic said, sitting on the edge of his bed.


    ¡°I think I know what you mean,¡± Rita said, turning around in the chair and facing him. She was wearing short booty shorts which highlighted the length of her legs, and a tight t-shirt, which highlighted the weightiness of her breasts.


    ¡°I take it you¡¯ve been adjusting well?¡± Vic asked.


    ¡°To Dampgate?¡± Rita said with a thoughtful frown. ¡°I think so. There was Marek, obviously, and a guy named Jules, and also Owen?¡±


    ¡°Owen?¡± Vic interrupted, ¡°That doesn¡¯t surprise me.¡±


    ¡°He gets around, huh?¡±


    ¡°Well we get all kinds here,¡± Vic said. ¡°Ones who go through the place like wildfire, the serial monogamists. And then there¡¯s the teachers.¡± Rita nodded. ¡°Though unfortunately for you the male teacher stock isn¡¯t that great. Mr. Tourette, for starters, though you might not to be tall enough for him, and definitely not blonde enough.¡±


    ¡°Are we talking about Tanya?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s kind of hard to miss.¡±


    They both nodded then and Vic found himself enjoying this ¨C feeling pike he was a Dampgate regular and going from not feeling like he fit in to imagining himself a natural extension of the school.


    ¡°Then there¡¯s Mr. Box,¡± Vic said, putting out a finger as if he was counting.


    ¡°The gym teacher? Ugh.¡±


    ¡°Acquainted already?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, he does this thing where when he has you bent over he puts a thumb in your asshole.¡±


    ¡°Well, not my asshole, at least,¡± Vic said without hesitation and this time Rita laughed a loud proper laugh.


    They continued to talk and just like that, a couple of hours had disappeared without Vic really noticing, at which point he was actually hoping Marek would not return and interrupt them. What did finally break up their conversation and put their evening to a close, was something Rita had asked.


    ¡°Hey, do you, uh, do you ever miss home?¡±


    ¡°What?¡± Vic asked, suddenly finding his head in a fog.


    ¡°What?¡± Rita echoed. ¡°Sorry,¡± she shook her head slightly, ¡°I¡¯m not even sure what I asked just now. What was my question?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Vic said, finding that the fog was not lifting.


    ¡°Sorry, I think it¡¯s late, maybe I should go.¡±


    ¡°Maybe,¡± Vic said, but he was looking past Rita now as she picked up her bag and left the room.


    What was that question again?