"Monday, April 4th. 6:50 AM. Today, the temperature will be around 62,6°C in the morning and 77°C in the after-.", the voice shut after Jake pushed the snooze button. He swore that his alarm's voice was one of the most annoying ones he had the chance to hear. Right behind Cleo's.

He rolled on his back so he would face the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to get out of his bed. He heard something shift next to him and turned his face to see his girlfriend crawling to get closer to him, her eyes still closed. He sighed, the feeling of her naked body against his was wrecking his will to go to class. All he wanted to do was to stay in bed, with her in his arms, and to go back to sleep…

Nefera was awoken by the sudden light in the room. Her eyes snapped open and she heard Jake whisper some apologies to her. She smiled for an answer and sat in his bed, looking in the surroundings. Oh, right, she forgot she had spent the night at his place. She observed him as he was dressing up. The princess couldn't keep her small smile for herself as she imagined him dressing up to go to work, in a few years. She only hoped that she would still be the person lurking at him from his, or their, bed.

She saw Jake scribble something on a post-it before he stuck it on the whiteboard above his desk. He'd probably written something to Holt, as he had explained to her, they mainly communicated by leaving each other some voicemail or some notes. It felt as if he had no secrets for her anymore, and he tried to prove it to her by taking her to his place after his mother fell asleep.

Indeed, now that she knew about Holt, she had been allowed to come in his bedroom, she hadn't since the last time, when she had walked in on him and the green slut. Back then, she obviously hadn't taken the time to check on his room decoration, but it turned out to be very grey and yellow. The only thing that clashed with the sober room was a poster of a Latina with generous curves. Holt's poster, obviously.

"Don't go. Ditch school and stay with me.", Jake heard his girl say. He turned around to see that she had bent over the cover. He cursed himself for being so weak as he could feel his manhood grow hard in his jeans. She saw it and smiled with pride.

"I wish that I could, but I have a test this morning.", he whispered, as he saw her getting out of his bed and walking towards him. She wore nothing other than a nasty grin on her face.

"But we could certainly meet in the afternoon. I have two classes I could ditch. Or three.", he concluded after she'd kissed his neck.

"Sure.", she answered before kissing him goodbye.


Jackson hadn't eaten much in the cafeteria, and he stayed there for nearly ten minutes before he left to meet his girlfriend.

"Where the hell are you going?", he'd heard Deuce ask to him.

"See the sucker.", Jake had replied before leaving his best friend along with a bunch of girls.

They found themselves a little spot in a park, where they ate the little picnic that Allan, Nefera's servant, had made for them. She was wearing the same dress that she wore the day they first had sex, the day she saw him with Frankie.

"You do love this dress, don't you? You keep wearing it.", he said to her when they were eating.

"Well, it's pretty and I wanted it to have a better story than it currently has.", she answered as she darted her eyes at him.

"I like its story, we fucked the day you wore it. That's the only thing that matters."

"Unfortunately, it isn't.", she replied, with a dark glance. "But, like I said, I want it to have a better story."

He put down his food when he saw her do the same. She was getting closer to him, walking on all fours, and it reminded him of the great story this position had. She straddled him and they started to make out. Jake had a stealthy thought about what the other people in the park could see, or think, but it was soon forgotten at the same time as his desire grew beneath her.

Nefera could feel him grow harder below her and it turned her on even more than she already was. She wasn't fond of public sex but she was horny enough to at least consider the idea. She felt her skin burn under his hands, burning of anticipation, that is. He groped her butt and his hands found themselves under her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, just like the first time that they met, and that thought made him smile against her lips.

He was squeezing everything that he could touch, her thighs, hips, ass, and breasts. There were just too many things for him to handle, literally. He wanted to take her, to claim her, here, in a park where people were walking and eating, where they could hear some kids' laughs and cries in the playground that was near them. Jake wanted to hear her moans, he wanted her to scream in pleasure, he wanted everyone to know that she was his. He broke their kiss.

"Hey, don't you think we should let people know about us?", he asked her while he pushed his hips against her in the meantime.

"What? Why?", she answered, panting.

"I mean, we've been together for nearly two months now, and I'm pretty sure that I don't give a fuck about what people think of us. I just want everyone to know that you and I are together and that we're good together."

"Jake, I thought we both agreed we should keep it a secret. I'm screwed if my father learns that I am dating someone."

"What? But you've dated guys before, I'm sure he learned about them somehow."

"Oh, yes, he did. But they never came into my room, they never came home and even less when I was grounded and deprived of any contact with the external world.", she said before he sighed of annoyment. "Trust me I wish I could let people know about us too. But if Cleo learns than she'll run to tell my dad and he will ask our servants if they've ever seen you. Then what do you think they'll say? Oh yeah, Your Majesty, Princess Nefera's been around with him even when she was under your punishment. A good kid really, we could all hear how good he was to her."

He chuckled. Being quiet never was her thing.

"Can't they shut up? I mean they haven't told your father yet."

"Because he never asked. Allan, my personal servant knows many, many things about you and he never said anything to my father, but if their King asks them, they won't have the choice."

"What? What does he know about me?", Jake asked.

"For example, he knew about Holt, even before I did. He studied both of you, he even told me that you had a crush on Frankie.", she replied coldly. And there went her dress' chances for a better story.

"Wh- How? I mean, I swear I've been over Frankie for a very, very long time."

"I think you should've told me, Jake."

"When? When you caught her on top of me? Oh, that would surely have helped my cause."

They both sighed in annoyance. He watched as he ran his fingers up her thigh, and under her dress.

"I guess we'll keep our relationship secret, then.", he concluded as he toyed with the edge of her thong.

She leaned down to kiss him for an answer, and she smiled when he pushed her soaking underwear aside to push one finger inside of her. She felt him mumble 'Fuck' when he realized that she was dripping wet already. Jake thanked himself for wearing a pair of dark jeans since he would probably have a wet spot on his crotch after their making out.


Time flew by and soon Jake's phone vibrated to signal him that it was time to go. He and Operetta had planned on seeing each other in the school library so that they could do advance on their History group work.

"I've got to go.", he hissed to Nefera.

She had just finished her hair bun, and she looked at him sadly. She had loved spending the afternoon with him. Especially since he made her cum twice on his fingers. He had clamped his hand on her mouth so she wouldn't scream, he ended up being the one moaning when she'd managed to take his fingers in her mouth, one by one. "Fuck, I love you.", he'd said. And she was certain that she had found what her favorite words were, too.

"Where are you going?", she said as she watched him refasten his belt.

"I have a group project with a classmate, it's History and we haven't done much, yet.", he said as he helped her clean up her stuff back in her bag, the rest of their food and the little blanket they had been eating on and doing dirty stuff under. "I could ask my five-thousand-years-old girlfriend about History but she spent most of those years sleeping."

She kicked him as he laughed at her. "Who are you working with?", she asked him, absentmindedly. She was thinking about their previous almost love-making. She had given him a handjob under the blanket, a little before his phone started to vibrate. She was convinced that she loved him, that it wasn't just lust or sex, this time, she cared for her boyfriend.

"You don't know her, her name's Operetta."

"Oh, it's a girl? I thought you would be working with a boy-classmate."

"What, are you jealous?", he said before smirking at her.

"Could you blame me?", she asked, smirking back. "But no, I guess I'm just surprised."

He smiled. Good, she wasn't like her sister. Deuce had told him how jealous Cleo had gotten when she had learned that Clawdeen, one of her fearleaders, was group-working with her boyfriend. Jake couldn't understand why a girl could get this mad just because her boyfriend was working with a girl. It was work, there was nothing hot or borderline in working! But then, some like Frankie were using those types of homework to grow closer to the boy they liked. He silently thanked his History teacher for not putting him along with Frankie, for this project. He would bet that Nefera would have lost her voice screaming at him if it was the case.


Back home, Nefera's thoughts drifted towards last Saturday. She now knew well why she couldn't see or enjoy Jake's company during weekends, and she'd accepted it without complaining. It meant that they would see each other every night of the week, except for Friday and Saturday, when Holt was in control. And on Sunday, as soon as Jake would wake up, he would go to her place and enjoy some time with his girlfriend.

So, she had spent last Friday with her father, he had seemed nervous those last few days and she had tried to know why, but he wouldn't tell her a thing. So last Saturday, a day she expected to spend alone, doing shopping, she received a phone call from Holt.

"Hey, you tried to call me on Sunday, right?", he'd asked her.

She found herself dumb and wordless.

"Uh… Yeah, I-I was just checking if it was the right number.", she answered after a few seconds.

"Aw, here I was, thinking you missed me already."

She laughed nervously, and she recalled that Allan had told her that Holt would basically flirt with every girl he was talking to.

"So, um, how's your weekend doing, so far?", she asked, curious to know if he had put her boyfriend's body between some whore's legs.

"Boring. I was supposed to go to a party, yesterday night, but the dude canceled last minute. And, I couldn't distract me in other ways since you forbid me to.", he told her, and she could hear him smirk.

"Really? You haven't forgotten?", she sounded surprised.

"Baby, it's been only 24 hours for me, of course, I remember. I remember you, very clearly."

She didn't even wince at the pet name. She knew boys like Holt, if she asked him to stop, he would only call her those things even more than he was already. Holt ended up asking her out for a drink, and since she was free and curious to know more about her boyfriend's alter-ego, she went.