Exiting the restroom and heading down the hall, Yuri spotted the other members all gathering around their newest addition. Sayori's cheerful hops and bounces perfectly foiling against Natsuki's scowls and huffs. But something happened when to her when she laid her eyes on JC. The mere sight of him set her fire into a raging blaze as her body heated up with a hunger she had never known before. She'd hurriedly turned herself away and began a strut down the hall in an attempt to get away from this newfound want but the heavy footsteps behind her only quickened her pulse to dangerous levels.

"Hey." That deep tone permeated her and rumbled in her chest as Yuri was almost afraid to face the one addressing her. Looking over her shoulder with apprehension bubbling, her voice was unstable like a house of cards.

"Y-Yes? Is there something you need?" Her eyes softened when he presented the book before her.

"You left this. Thought you may want it back." Now fully facing him, Yuri graciously accepted her prized novel and held it close to her chest.

"Th-Thank you, JC. I would have b-been quite upset, ehehe..." her awkward laughter only brought on a blush and a bit more embarrassment. JC however either didn't notice or simply didn't care. Shrugging and walking past, Yuri tensed up at his proximity in passing. "Oh, wh-where are you going?"

"Eh, probably to a strip joint or whatever." His voice was flat and matter-of-fact as his response came lightning fast. The blush on Yuri's face worked with haste to consume all the surface area it could as her expression became painted with shock.

"Wh-wh-what?! J-JC, I didn't think you were...well into that kind of...!" Her stammering was cut off by a Look over his shoulder with his usual stone faced expression. She felt as though she'd offended him yet again for a minute until he broke character and gave a smug grin. Yuri's look of shock and surprise fell into the pattern more acquainted with one typically seen on Natsuki, a quite cute huffy pout.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Yuri" As JC was leaving, she felt another pair of eyes on her. Looking back to the rest of the group with book still clutched to her chest, she saw her own club president glaring daggers. It was for a moment, only a moment, but Yuri could have sworn that Monika's eyes were much darker and lifeless before she turned back to the other two and regained her usual mature and lady-like composure, emeralds shining brightly as expected. Even just that moment of eye contact alone triggered some kind of primal fear as her legs outright refused to carry her forward for her goodbyes. She could only stand there, paralyzed.

"Buh-Bye Yuri, I'll see ya tomorrow~!" Sayori's bubbly farewell snapped her back into reality as the tide of fear receded. Natsuki and Monika waved to their friend as he returned the gesture with her usual attempt at a composed smile. Turning and leaving, her heart was finally falling back to a normal rhythm as she'd made it through yet another day... even if her sleeve was showing the faint touches of a light red.

JC had gotten to his locker and fluffed out his jacket before throwing it on over his uniform. Stuffing hands into its pockets, he was about to leave until a familiar feminine voice had greeted him. "Hello there, JC! Fancy meeting you here~."

Without even looking to the girl addressing him, he picked up his bag and locked up. "Well, that's because my things are stored here." Turning with bag slung over shoulder, JC looked upon Sayori beaming her usual brightness with hands behind her back and leaning forward a bit.

'Taking after Monika with the poses, huh?'

"Something I can do for you, Sayori?" He asked.

"Well... Would it be alright if I uh... walk with you?" Any more blushing and he'd have to get a blue crayon to combat all the red he's been seeing today.

'Taking after someone else, too...'

"I'm only going to the train station." JC had started to pass her by, but insistent as ever, Sayori jumped back into his field of view.

"My house is just after the train station! I promise I won't bug you too much!" There came the puppy eyes to strengthen her request. Knowing full well that she'd probably follow him anyway, JC just nodded and continued walking just before a second and third familiar face came from the aether. Pink and Green pools reflected the lobby lights just perfectly enough to make them appear to shine more than usual.

"Ah, what a pleasant surprise~. I couldn't help but overhear your little conversation and was hoping I could also accompany you to the station." Her smile continued to strike him as off. Not because it came across as disingenuous as Monika had always struck him as wholly sincere, but because of what was lurking behind it. JC had dealt with enough unsavory individuals to know that his intuition was to be trusted. Yet something about her seemed so... alluring, seductive even.

"I feel like I don't have much a choice..."

"That's because you don't! My own home is also beyond the train station~" Monika giggled as she stood right up next to her newest member. He could only sigh and shake his head before finally being able to exit the building.

"You may as well come along too, Nat." JC said flatly as he crossed the threshold into the open air.

"I can't, my house is in the other direction. I'll see you all tomorrow." She sped off before rounding the corner and disappearing around the school wall.

The breeze blew through her legs, ruffling her cutesy hair and skirt. The same shade of pink that she was known for soon found itself rising in her cheeks as she donned a small, truly happy smile. Even if she was brash and crude, she could still appreciate having a new friend even if the boy didn't see it that way.

'I just hope that he isn't there...'

Her walk was brisk as her stomach rumbled. Fate was a cruel and bitchy mistress as her fastest and almost only way home was by an open windowed noodle shop and a sandwich store. She used to be on the verge of tears every time she'd pass in these late years but she's grown used to the ever growing pangs of hunger and burying them deep enough to get home.

Finding her way to the door, she put an ear to the metal and listened in for a bit before her already sour expression fell to one of fear and anxiety. Withdrawing her house key and carefully slipping it into the lock, the pins quietly clicked against the metal teeth and the tumblers' hearty thud sent a clear message to Natsuki's nervous system. 'It's time to be afraid.' A gulp preceded the slow pushing of the door as the small girl fearfully entered what was supposed to be her own little haven, but was much closer to her own little Hell.

Peeking into the living room, the TV illuminated most of the open space...including the figure asleep in a chair, snoring away peacefully. Breathing a slight sigh of relief as she crept in the room and kicked off her shoes, Natsuki kept the knob twisted while closing the door to keep silent as possible. Better safe than sorry. Almost holding her breath as she walked very slowly, her eyes remained focused on the sleeping man as beads of sweat started to form. Slowly but surely, she found herself on the opposite end of the room and relaxed enough to turn her attention away from him. Though letting her guard down was quite the mistake as she inadvertently kicked a couple crushed beer cans that littered the way into the hall.

The man's snoring stopped with a snort as he slowly rose to consciousness. With her heart almost completely stopping, Natsuki covered her mouth instantly to muffle the scared squeaks as she took off into her room and closed the door.

"Huuh...? Who...whossere? Nnnugh...Natsuki?! Natsuki!"

And thus began the yelling.

She tried her absolute best to be silent and was focusing all her the might her little body could muster to possibly will herself out of existence. No such luck however as the screaming drew closer. Hurriedly tearing into her bag to try to get out her homework and a pen, she'd hoped that she could try to appease him by saying she'd been in her room doing schoolwork like a good girl...it was a hope anyway. The door was thrown open as another small squeak came out, a taller man with pushed back, silver hair and thick stubble stood and towered over her (even if it was relatively easy to do with her stature.) The man stared and wobbled a bit before taking a swig of his beer and looking at his daughter with a cold stare.

"The fuck are you doin'...? You been sneakin' around out here and gettin' into my shit?!" His slurring was painfully apparent.

"N-No! I just got home since school ended and-!"

"Shuddup! I 'on't wanna fuckn' hear it!" The man whipped his can at the defenseless girl as she threw her arms up to shield her face. He grew a hint of a sick smile as he looked down to his cowering daughter. Her crying reverberated throughout the room and down the hall.

"Well...guess I gotta be a good dad and punish you.." Natsuki's eyes widened as far as they could as she shrieked and tried to back away, only finding herself against the wall. The waterworks were on in full display as her nails dug straight into the drywall.

"Dad, please! I-I promise I'll b-be a good girl! Please please please just not that again!" Natsuki was in hysterics as her begging, screaming and pleading was muffled by her father closing the bedroom door behind himself.

The idle chatter between Monika and Sayori was filtered out as JC kept his eyes on the people nearby. People dressed casually just walking their dogs, going for a jog. The suited salaryman on his cellphone going on about projections for the quarter or even the occasional couple with interlinked arms and smiles on their faces. One such couple passing drew his attention as their happy chatter threw them into a small laughing fit.

"...isn't that right, JC?"

"Huh? What?" His attention turned to Monika standing a little too close to his left. Her proud smile faced forward as he believed he saw her also facing the laughing lovers.

"I was talking about how nice it is for people to find comfort in one another like that. Don't you think so too?"

Moving a bit to his right in order to distance himself from Monika, he just shrugged and brushed off the thought. As the group walked, Monika slowly tried inching her way back to JC's side only to come up short once the they arrived at the train station. Her little pout in frustration was quickly wiped and replaced by her usual confident smile as she stepped before him.

"I believe it is farewell for now, but don't worry! Well all see each other tomorrow~."

Sayori was uncharacteristically quiet as JC hadn't heard her speak much the latter half of the walk. Looking over to check on her, he found that she was wholly focused on devouring what appeared to be some kind of meat bun she'd seemed to produce out of near nowhere. Her vigorous chewing halted and her bright blue eyes flicked over to meet his.

"Mmmhmmhphh-!" An attempt was made but the message was cut off by her shoving her hands against her mouth in a flash of embarrassment. It was probably something along the lines of a 'goodbye' to her new, as she liked to imagine, friend.

Monika could only giggle as Sayori couldn't quite pull herself together enough to give a solid response. Their little farewell had been interrupted by the sounds of the train roaring down the tracks. The steel wheels shrieked as they ground in the rails, sparking and wailing to a halt.

"O-Oh, before I forget!" Monika stepped forward with her phone clutched in both hands, blushing as she tried to keep her composure while focusing on maintaining eye contact. "I hope this isn't too forward of me but, may I...have your number? I-I just like to be able to contact my club members if anything happens!"

"Uh, yeah sure..." JC questioned if that was her true motive for asking. 'If you just need to contact me, what are you embarrassed about?'

Her smile deepened as she hastily tapped away at her screen before looking back up expectantly and waiting with a spark in her eye. Rattling off his number, Monika continued tapping until she turned the screen to JC to see and verify for himself. "Is this correct?"

"Yeah that's it." Something about someone he knew so casually without any reason but to keep contact moved him, made him feel wanted even. The only people to ever have this were previous business contacts when he was a young hooligan. Monika smiled and leaned forward and was about to say something before her eyes went to his right. Naturally, JC would follow suit to find Sayori hurriedly tapping at her own phone with part of her meat bun hanging out of her mouth. Upon seeing the attention on her, Sayori quickly hid her phone behind her back and looked away trying to play innocent.

'Hmph, well I guess that little airhead can have his number... it won't matter in the end.'

JC gave a half smile and shook his head as he stepped on the train, giving an over-the-shoulder wave as the doors closed behind him.

Monika and her Vice President bid each other adieu and went their separate ways after watching the train take off. Soon she would find herself unlocking the ornate wooden door to her home in the more 'high-class' neighborhood than they had went to school in. Even if she knew her parents weren't home and would not be for quite some time, she would always announce herself as she entered.

"I'm home... not that anyone cares."

Sliding off her shoes and placing them neatly in the rack, Monika happily skipped up the stairs with her mad grin still plastered in place. Bounding through the doorway and letting go of her bag, she threw herself into the bed and girlishly giggled into a pillow she had tightly wrapped her arms around. Her legs kicking in glee at her comforter while she buried her face in said pillow, breathing a happy sigh. Now with the ability to talk to JC whenever she wanted, she felt as though she couldn't be stopped.

'I should text him to let him have my number!' Launching herself across the bed, she rifled through the discarded bag and retrieved the phone before flying back onto the mattress. Unlocking the device and scrolling to her contacts, her eyes stopped right at the one she was hunting for.

J.C.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Almost slamming her fingertip down on his name and then the 'Message' icon, her precise and hurried movements had ground to a halt as Monika's mind was as blank as the screen. It wasn't a feeling she'd had too often but it was never usually to this degree as for the first time in quite a while, Monika felt unsure of herself. Her mind raced to come up with the perfect message.

'What do I say to him? Wait, he doesn't even have his phone... But it it'll be at his house waiting for him! I should type something inspirational! ...no, that would come off as strange. Ahhhhh, what should I saaaaaay!'

The side of Monika she would never let anyone see. Unsure, unconfident and stuttering in thought. She had spent most of her life developing this image of the perfect woman, an upstanding model that all women should strive to be. But here, in the comforts of her little space in the world, her true self could come out of its perfect porcelain shell. She was human after all...probably.

Lost in deep thought about the intricacies of talking to the 'oh so mysterious' JC, Monika decided on a simple yet straightforward greeting. The confident club president had returned along with her widely known smile.

"Hello JC, this is Monika from the Literature Club. I just wanted to thank you again for joining and welcome you aboard as our fifth member."

Hesitantly hitting send, she clutched her phone and watched the screen as the spinning circles let her know the greeting was being delivered continue spinning as she became more and more anxious as she began thinking of other ways to say what she wanted. But it was too late now as the 'Message Sent' notification alerted her of the process completion. If the anxiety was ignorable then, it sure wasn't now.

Two hours had passed as Monika had lain there, checking her phone on and off while hoping to get some response or even a 'thanks' as acknowledgement. Her anxiety had turned to a bit of a down state until her phone rang out with a ding. Her reflexes must have been faster than Bruce Lee with how fast she'd sprang up and unlocked her phone. Her giddy grin quickly replaced by sheer disappointment as the name read out 'Sayori'. Falling back into her bed, she typed out a huffy yet proper response. The feeling of being forgotten ate away at her, she couldn't stand to wait any longer. Closing her eyes and concentrating her thoughts, her mind drifted to him as he appeared in her consciousness.

B̈̂̃̏b̡̡͈͚̥̼͔̬̐́͌̂̾̓͂͐͌͝s̜̭̳̲̗͔̭͙͌͊̏̀͆̒͘ͅş̙͖͈̇̀̓͆́͟͡n̵͈̮͖̝͈̼͐͗̌̏̿̐͛͊̅͟͝d̶̢̡̝̥͔̬̦̰̗͑̊̂̃̒́͑͗̿͜͞j̪͙̪̮̞̿̇̒͗̅̀̉̾͗͂j͍̝̹͈̳͈̉̎̒̐͑͆͘s̷̼̲̰̬̠̥̬͙̿͌̊̽̽͡h̡̛̛̙͎͎̫͈̱̳͑͋͟͝ḩ͕̺̪̘̣̓͐̾̇̓̕̚ḩ̛̠̫̠̣̘̼̒̈́̀̇̈́̕͠h̨̜̺̺͎͆̇̓̂͝ͅh͍̪͇̺͒̌̊́͆̿͟G̢̹̙̜̼͎͉̲̊̀̿̏̂̓̅̅͝G̷̡̡̨̖̣͙͇̯̲̘̈́̓̏̿̚H̴̩̤͎̬̗̳͕͕̞̭͗͊̿̀͘͡G̴̲̰͉̙͚̉̀̈̀̀ͅv̘̝̝̖̻̫̾̑̀́͌̍͢c̨̢̛͙͖͉̖̰̒̄̇͘̚ç̷̱̭͇̪̣̟̙̉̾̅͋̃̂̋̑̚͜͠ͅǧ̨̱̪̬̩̋̄̉́ͅḩ̩̞̳͈̝̽͆̾̿͟͞w̧̙̙̣̺̽͊͆͘͜͡A̵̢͇̞͇̫͍̼̫̾́̂̍̔̑͟͠͝ͅÄ̢̨͓̜̝͕̣́̈̔̏͑̓̅ͅͅAẠ̴̡̠͍͇̣͒̃͆̔̓̽̊̕ͅA̴̢̢̛̫̲̯̠͍̐̑͆̎̕͜͡͝h̷̬͉͍̩̺̳̗͙̝̃̊̀͊̿̚͞͝h̺͉̖̟̻̗͎̰͚͛͑͊́̈́̏̇͘͢͝͝a͇̤͍̮͍̘̝̹͊̋̀̀̓̒͋͟j̷̛͕̭̫̠̤̯̯̺̝̓̄̅̏̏̓͐͘d̉̈b̜͚̭̻̘͙͈̖̒̅̿́͘ş̜̯̠̜̝̼̣̽̀̀͆͠ͅ

'One new message: J.C.'

Monika's eyes quickly began taking in the contents of his long-awaited response to her initial message. Her eyes oozed with confidence as she grinned deviously, face ablaze with a deep blush.

'All he needed was a little reminder~'

"Thanks for the welcome. Would have responded sooner but I just got home."

The train ride back home was quick and painless as the one this morning. Now seeing the city skyline from the opposing direction, JC stared off into space as the train car gently shook and swayed with the natural motions it took. Instinctively reaching to his pocket and searching for his device, his heart jumped at it not being there only to remember that he'd carelessly left it on the counter at home.

Arriving at his stop and descending the stairs, the chilly breeze blew his hair and gave him a small shiver. The cracked pavement of the city sidewalks always made him smile and think about how these walkways could be so broken, so beaten down and used yet could still keep going with no upkeep. The weeds emerging from between the hunks of concrete reached for sunlight, their will to survive and thrive against the stony oppression often went unnoticed.

Reaching his home certainly brightened his mood as the box beside his door caught his eye. JC flashed a toothy smile as the pace to get to the door hastened with delight. 'About time...' He thought as he attempted to pick it up. Finding it to be quite heavy, he sat it back down and elected to unlock and open his door before lugging the package inside and kicking the home's entrance shut.

JC had forgotten everything existed except for himself, this important box's contents and where they would end up. His grin only grew as he hustled straight into the garage and flipped the switches with the cardboard edge. The buzz of the lights hummed loudly, calling to itself to wake up and spread its light, illuminating the large car-shaped tarp that sat in the center of the room. Grabbing the edge and tossing it with great enthusiasm, the grille shined a brilliant chrome as a large 'SS' took center stage. JC's heart raced as he walked to the drivers side door, tossed off more tarp and entered the vehicle. Popping the hood and lovingly closing the door, his eye spotted a smudge on the badge that adorned the front-left fender. Such blasphemy could and would not be tolerated. Rubbing a thumb across the chrome of the logo, he read it again with the same smile he always had.

'SS'

'454'

He always called it his 'one nice thing' that he always had. The only thing driving him forward to press on in hopes that one day, he would have his one nice thing pieced together with his tender care and affection. Every awful moment, every bit of poverty he suffered and every questionable act he had committed has lead up to this one day. The day he's finally completed his dream.

Immediately tearing into the box after marveling at his baby once more, the chrome glinted in the fluorescence of his garage lights. Reaching in, he saw his arms still enveloped by black leather and remembered that things outside of this small room existed. "I'll be back for you..." JC said to his love before leaving to slip into something more appropriate and set the mood.

Entering his room and hurriedly stripping down to his boxers, JC put on a pair of jeans laying in the corner and decided that was enough to get his work done. Walking back out into the living room, he approached the turntable and popped the cover. His favorite album still lie there awaiting its next flip, of which JC happily obliged. The pin read straight into the vinyl's grooves and the speakers gave them life as the tones dribbled out.

"I can't shake this feeling from my head.

There's a devil sleeping in my bed,

He's watching you from across the way.

I cannot make this feeling go away..."

The satisfied smile came back as he cranked the volume, spilling the verses into the rest of the house and possibly, sidewalk. Re-entering the garage, just as he promised, JC turned to a tall tool chest and scoured the drawers one by one, collecting what was needed for the task. Turning with unbridled excitement and joy back to his prime cause, the young man went to work installing the final piece of the beautiful puzzle.

Elbows deep in the belly of the beast, JC was putting on the finishing touches and making sure the installation had gone as necessary. He inspected the bolts, gaskets and finally, the belt as it bellowed a low twang as he prodded to see its tightness. Standing back and looking over his years of hard work filled him with immense pride as the picture had finally come together. Gently closing the hood and tossing the tarp back over, JC made his way to the living room and flopped down onto the couch with a stretch. He felt as though he had earned his afternoon of rest after the mind-numbing boredom and realization that most people will think he's some kind of violent beast after nearly putting another student through a wall.

Closing his eyes, the music worked its magic like it did during his sleepless night and carried him away.

The feel of hands on his body made every muscle their phantom fingers touched tense up. The cold limbs enveloped him and drew his body into a chilling embrace, he was powerless to resist her. The fingers brushed over his abdomen, eliciting an aroused gasp from the captive. Truly it had been too long since he'd felt a touch like this, his desire for more burned away at him and commanded he offer himself. The icy chill of the ghostly hands grabbing at his hardened muscles contrasted with the wet warmth of a tongue lapping its way up his neck. His nape was the most sensitive area of his skin and it clearly showed as an excited grunt left his lips to be answered by a feminine giggle.

S̶̝̟̟͖̝̤͊̓́̂̔͗̇̕͠u̗͉͖̟̯̬̤͑͋̓̈͆̅̐̉͂̍ͅc̶̨̙͓͓̯̣͑̓̎͌͞ẖ̷̟̰͉̺̗̅́̿̈͛͒̊͆͡͠ a ̷̦͙͕̝͚̓́̐͜͢͟͢͡ͅȃ̝͉̣̞̦̤̞̻̲̭̃͛̑̍̽͡͡ŕ̨̲̟͖̖̰̤͕̩̹̼̥̱̮̞̱̩͕̪̃̒̑̿͌̃̒̋͋̇̔͟ ̶̧̯̬̱̦͕͖́͋͂͊̋̎͘͘ơ̶̡̧̲͚͚͎̣̠̪̯͉͍͔̠͇͊̆̍͂̅́̐͐́̆̐́͊̂y̡̺̥̲̹̜̹͖̰̓́̎͆̄̑͢͡͝.̛̘̠̬̀̐͆̃̓͜͜͡͡..

The feeling of being touched and teased left only to be replaced by that of another body wrapping itself around his. This new entity was much warmer against his bare skin, the feeling of the thick legs wrapping around his waist drove him wild along with the breasts that pushed against his chest.

His hands found their way the soft thighs of the mystery lover and squeezed her with the passion of an animal. Her moans reverberated in him as vision was starting to make its return. The picture was so very blurry but he didn't need to see when he knew just what he was feeling.

T̵͉̦͈̼̱̮͎̍̓͊̂͐͂á͉̫̘̻̠̝͚̲̅̈́͆̆̇ǩ̢̗͙̘͈̜̖̹̜̌̽̔̓̔͢͝ȅ ṁ̡̛͚̥̠̒͐͆͜è̡̡̛͎̬͉̱̖͙͋͗͞͞͞ a̺̜͍̥͇͚̭͛͆̐́̈́̽̋̔̓̕ḷ̨̼̥̻͉̗̮̙̽͋̊͆̚͞͠͠r̖͕̲̗̱̻̺̲̀͊̓́͂̕͝e̮̭̖̖̳͉͔̘̊̏̃̂͋̕͜a̷̙͔̮͕͚̘͇̼̠̬͂̋̓̽̊̊̇͛͋͑d̡̬͖̮̤͗̒̈̇̈̆̽̚͝͞y̡͉͚͖͐͐̐͛̉͌̐̈́̿̽͢...

Her wish was his command as his hot, hardened member slid, teasingly along her entrance. With hands sliding from those smooth thighs to a pleasantly round, tight bottom. It was not without it's own softness however as his driving instinct told him to test the waters with a firm slap. The resulting scream of pleasure pierced his ears as the nails dug into his flesh. She grunted and stared right into his eyes just mere inches from his face, holding his head forward.

I̶̡̮̦͎̠̪͌͂̓͑̈̊͛̇͟ͅ ç͕͓̤̬͎̌̅̄͗͌̃̀̾̚a̶̪͙͇͎͑̿̈́̌́̚͡ͅͅn̢̘̗̠̰͚̩͙͊͊̄͑̐̑̈͂͒'̴̲̝̞̥̹̬̩̱̱̦̊͗̋̽̊́͂͞͝͞t̴̡̙̲̖̪̰̣͚̻̒͌̃͗̚ͅ ť͓̤̤̻͚͕͎͖̾̿͆͠͞a̷̡͈̼̥̙͑͂̌͂̍͡͡k̵̢̹̤̺̰͐͌́͒̎͊͂̈̕e̡̘̞̝̜̖̬͂͋̉̐̃͟ ìt̷̺̙͇̭̼̺͇̆̓́͋͂̉̿͛̓͞ a̷̢̢̤̹͖̟̱͕̦͊͒̔̀̅̏͞ṅ̵̪̣͈͈͈̟͚͓́̿͒͝ŷ̡̯͖̜͉̳͕̺̞̂̇͆̾̾̿͜͞m̵̡͙͓̞̘̙͈͚̰̄͑̓́͘͜ő̶̱͚͙͕͕̑̊̇̚͟r̵̩̙͙͇̫̈͐́̏͌̽̀̕ę̶͙̭̤̗́̽̂̎̓̂̉͂͡!̢̳̠̺͍̟̏̑̐̿͘͢͢͞ͅ

She forced her waiting wetness over his throbbing member and engulfed him whole. As his tip kissed her womb, her body was already twisting in the convulsions of pleasure. Grinding her hips on his, she knew that he was as deep as she could take him...but she yearned for deeper. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began thrusting herself against him, allowing him to believe that he would get away only to be shoved right back into the embrace of the quivering walls that hugged his shaft.

Falling victim to his own desires, he wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist and began aiding her as the need for release toppled his will. Gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, her screaming never stopped as skin slapped against skin and fluids coated them both. She sunk her teeth into his neck as she felt herself closing on the edge of release. His body jolted at her sudden lovebite, causing him to flood her womb with his hot seed.

The gasping and panting followed as her shaking body arched and tensed. It's tenderness apparent as she fell limp atop him and buried her face back into his neck with an affectionate nuzzle. With the remaining strength she had, her supple lips softly pressed against his own in a deep, moaning kiss.

The last thing he saw as she pulled away was a shade of the purest green he could imagine.

JC woke with a start, throwing himself up from his comfy headrest and covered in sweat. Putting a hand to his chest to calm his feverish heart, he took several breaths then moved his hand upward to brush his stray locks back. JC looked around and sat there collecting himself while the music continued to play.

'Ringfinger.

Promise carved in stone...

Deeper than the sea.

Ringfinger.

Sever flesh and bone,

and offer it to me...'

Cautiously rising from the couch, he felt quite uneasy while his beloved record kept playing its vibrant tune. All color aside from what was artificially added, had left his flesh. His eyes traced over every detail he could perceive. From the glass he'd left on the counter this morning to the dust on his PlayStation. The rips on the surface of the old couch to the phone left so carelessly on the counter.

'Wait, my phone! Shit, that's where it was...'He thought as he plucked his device from the countertop and checked it.

'One new message: XXX-XXX-XXXX'

"Hello JC, this is Monika from the Literature Club. I just wanted to thank you again for joining and welcome you aboard as our fifth member."

'Ah shit, that's right.' JC thought as he tried to come up with a believable excuse.

"Thanks for the welcome. Would have responded sooner but I just got home."

Near instantly, the reply to his message came. Needless to say, he was quite surprised at her reply speed.

"Does it really take you two hours to get home? I have a feeling that's a little fib!"

'How the hell does she know that?'

"Sorry I got caught up in something else."

"Hmm, Alright I forgive you. But you'll have to stay after school with me for your punishment!"

JC raised an eyebrow, pondering what her message could mean. His filthy mind had already suggested the idea that she was looking for an excuse to be alone so that she could initiate sex, but he soon pushed that ridiculous thought away. 'She's not that kinda girl.' He thought.

"We already stay after school. Club ends at 4."

"Shoot, you're right. I guess you'll just have to see me on the weekend then!"

'I'm not going to do some menial shit to appease her.'Now she was beginning to annoy him.

"Maybe"

"Only maybe? Don't make me come after you~"

"I'll see you tomorrow"

Walking into his room and setting his phone on the charger, he began to smell that sweat he worked up during his dreams. 'Christ, I need a shower...'