Katie Kavanagh had only been a student at Morningwood High School for two weeks when she first witnessed Nathan Cubus's preternatural abilities.
Everyone at Morningwood knew of Nathan Cubus, even freshmen like Katie who had only just begun their high school careers. He was a living legend, a mystery wrapped in an enigma, hero to some and rival to others. No one seemed to know what grade he was in or how long he had been at Morningwood; there was a timeliness quality about him, as though he had always simply been there, and would likely remain there long after the rest of them were gone. The teachers and staff were just as clueless as the students in this regard, his presence in their classes little more than a vague memory; every teacher had taught him at one point or another, it seemed, but none could remember how long ago that had been.
Despite this, there was nothing physically remarkable about Nathan Cubus. He was an attractive young man - tall, dark, and handsome - but nowhere near the level of a model or movie star, as might have been expected. Nor was he particularly academically adept; he was intelligent, certainly, and often considered wise beyond his years, but his grades were modest at best. An Honor Roll student he most certainly was not.
No, what made Nathan Cubus so well-known was neither his looks nor his brains; it was his seemingly supernatural ability to sleep with any girl in school he desired. From cheerleaders to goths, from athletes to band geeks, from nerdy valedictorians to girls who could barely tie their own shoes, Nathan Cubus had slept with them all.
How? Nobody knew.
Some claimed Nathan was simply a natural charmer, one of those men who always knew exactly what to say to get exactly what he wanted. Others believed he was more sinister, and actively blackmailed girls into sleeping with him, though no evidence was ever found and none of the girls at Morningwood ever had a mean thing to say about him.
The most ridiculous theory of all, however, was that Nathan Cubus wasn't a high school student at all, but a demonic incubus in the form of a young man. With his hellish powers, he ensnared his gorgeous classmates and then fed off their sexual energy, leaving them immensely satisfied but also utterly drained.
Katie, of courses didn't believe such things. High School was full of stories and rumors and urban legends, and she assumed the sexual exploits if Nathan Cubus were simply yet another example of such things. She had even seen him a few times in the hallway on her way to class, and, while she admitted he was handsome and couldn't help but blush whenever he was near, she most certainly had not been seduced or ensnared in any way. As far as Katie was concerned, Nathan Cubus was nothing more than an ordinary young man with an extraordinary reputation. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Until, of course, Nathan proved her wrong.
It was during lunch that Katie had gone to wash up in the bathroom that fateful day. Knowing the women's room next to the cafeteria were always packed, Katie had elected to go upstairs to the second-floor bathroom, assuming it would be less crowded. The girl smiled as she entered the bathroom and found her prediction to be correct; as far as she could tell, the bathroom was empty and she had it all to herself.
Katie looked into the smudged glass of the mirror above the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet and began to wash her hands. A beautiful young teenager looked back at her, her dimpled face covered in freckles and her eyes the color of almonds. Her hair was a bright red in color, soft and wavy, and only made the fourteen-year-old look more adorable still. Freshman year had been difficult so far, filled with challenges and obstacles she had never even imagined, but she was a strong girl, bright, optimistic, and with a good head on her shoulders, and she knew she could handle whatever curveballs high school threw at her.
Splashing some water on her face, Katie turned off the faucet and then began making her way towards the paper towel dispenser when she finally realized she was not, in fact, alone in the second-floor bathroom.
"Uhn! Uhn! Mmm! Oh, f-fuck! Fuck yes!"
The moans and groans of sexual pleasure emanating from out of one of the nearby stalls froze Katie in her tracks and immediately reddened her cheeks. Holding her breath, she turned to look towards the stall in question and felt her eyes widen as she noticed the entire thing seemed to be shaking lightly in time with the cries, along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Normally, Katie would have known to leave well enough alone and flee the bathroom never to look back. Though she couldn't be certain she was listening to some of her classmates fucking in the bathroom, it certainly sounded that way, and she did not want them to think she was spying on them. Likewise, if a teacher were to come into the bathroom, Katie was sure she would get in just as much trouble as whoever was in the stall.
And yet, despite absolutely knowing better, Katie somehow felt herself drawn to the stall, her head buzzing and her body warm.
Her wet hands still dripping, but the paper towels all but forgotten, Katie slowly and quietly made her way over to the stall from which she heard the offending sounds. She walked carefully to ensure she was neither seen nor heard, and only came to a stop when she was practically right up against the door of the stall. Taking a deep breath, the freshman leaned in as close as she could and looked through the crack between the door and the rest of the stall.
What she saw was Nathan Cubus – the Nathan Cubus – fucking Vicky Valentine up against the far wall.
A senior, Vicky Valentine was one of the most popular girls in Morningwood. Born beautiful, she had grown into a gorgeous young woman with wavy brown hair, dark eyes, a perfect figure, and tits every male in the school drooled over. She was a cheerleader – because of course she was – and almost exclusively dated guys on the football team. She might as well have stepped right out of a bad teen movie from the Eighties.
She was also, as far as Katie concerned, a total bitch. Every interaction Katie had had with Vicky had been rude and blunt, with the senior either pushing the younger girl out of the way or outright insulting her. Beautiful she may have been, but Vicky's nasty attitude was well-documented, and the boys who dated her did so at their peril.
Not that any of that seemed to matter right then and there, however, with Katie watching Vicky being pressed back against the bathroom wall as Nathan Cubus fucked the holy hell out of her. Vicky was almost entirely naked, her clothes lying in a bundle by the toilet, leaving her only in her socks and sneakers. As such, she was all but wholly revealed to Katie, with literally everything on show. Vicky's eyes were closed and her head thrown back, her perfect breasts bounced up and down in time with Nathan's thrusts, and her arms and legs alike were wrapped tight around her lover as he cupped her ass and pressed her against the wall. Her hair was a mess, her nails dug into Nathan's back, and her hips bucked wildly and wantonly as her body instinctively tried to take the young man as deep inside of her as was physically possible.
There she was: Vicky Valentine, one of the most popular and beautiful girls in all of Morningwood…and she was bucking and moaning like little more than a common whore.
Nathan, on the other hand, seemed much more in control of himself. While Vicky was almost entirely nude, Nathan was fully dressed, but with the front of his pants opened to reveal his hardened erection. He held Vicky up by sheer strength, his hands clenching her plump buttocks as he fucked her against the wall with strong, measured thrusts that made it clear he had done this before.
And, from the sounds of things, he was doing a damn good job.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Mmmmm…!" Vicky moaned loudly and needily, her entire body shuddering as she bucked her hips and met Nathan thrust for thrust, taking him deeper and deeper still. Her breasts bounced delightfully, and there were tears in her eyes as she squirmed and writhed in pleasure. "Oh, god! Oh, god, Nathan! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck…!"
Nathan's only response, as far as Katie could tell, was a confident smirk. His thrusts picked up in speed and intensity, if only a little, his hips slamming into the girl over and over again. Though Katie couldn't see from her vantage point outside the stall, she knew Vicky's cunt must have been red and sore as it took the pounding of a lifetime.
Indeed, as Katie continued to watch the spectacle with wide eyes, she felt herself growing excited. Being fourteen, she knew of sex, of course, but she had certainly never seen people having sex, much less people she knew! While part of her was repulsed by what she saw – the lewdness, the crudeness of it all – another part of her was frighteningly aroused, curious and eager to learn more, to watch more, to listen to more. It wasn't long before Katie, too, began to feet a certain heat between her legs, a heat that caused her face to flush, her mouth to go dry, and her pants to grow damp.
Biting her lip, she began to wonder what it must feel like to be fucked so passionately by someone like Nathan…
It was the sudden sensation of her panties growing warm and wet that finally shocked Katie out of her trance, and she felt her heart almost leap into her throat as she realized she had been standing at the edge of the stall watching her classmates fuck for what must have been several minutes. Blushing deeply and wholly overwhelmed, it took everything Katie had just to back away from the stall and then run out of the bathroom as fast as she could without making a scene.
Katie went straight to the nearby water fountain once she was out of the bathroom, her mouth as dray as a desert from what she had just witnessed. She gulped mouthful after mouthful of cold water, pausing only occasionally to catch her breath.
"Oh…my…god…"
The freshman felt as though she was in a mild state of shock as she stood there in front of the water fountain, her heart pounding in her chest and sweat permeating every inch of her clothing. She felt hot, confused, out of breath, as well as a dozen other feelings she had never before experienced in her young life.
She fought to process what she had seen, to understand it, but her mind seemed unable to wrap itself around the sight of Nathan Cubus pounding Vicky Valentine against the bathroom wall, his hands on her ass and his cock driving in and out of her sopping wet pussy as she bucked and squirmed and moaned his name again and again and again…
Katie didn't know how long she stood there in front of the water fountain, struggling just to make sense of what she had seen, and she didn't know for how much longer she might have remained there had she not heard someone exiting the nearby bathroom. Gasping in surprise, the freshman turned quickly and jerkily to find Vicky Valentine walking out of the bathroom. Though now fully clothed, the senior still seemed a little unkempt, her hair messy and her face still flushed.
"The hell are you looking at?" Vicky said as she caught the younger girl staring at her, wide-eyed. Katie's only response was to turn back around as fast as she could, as though focusing on the water fountain again. "Fucking freshman. Keep your eyes to yourself, bitch."
With that, Vicky turned down the hallway and walked off as though she hadn't just been fucked within an inch of her life, though, Katie noticed, she did seem to walk with a slight limp.
Katie waited until Vicky had turned the corner before she allowed herself to exhale the breath she had been holding. She was just about to return to the lunchroom and try to go about her day as normally as she could when the bathroom door opened a second time.
This time, of course, it was Nathan Cubus who exited the bathroom, and he did so with such confidence and swagger that Katie couldn't help but swoon. If he was at all embarrassed about being caught emerging from out of the girl's bathroom, he certainly didn't show it, and he looked just as handsome and stoic as he always did, with an easy smile on his face and a glimmer in his eye.
"Oh, hey," he said, nodding over at Katie. "Katie, right? Katie Kavanagh? Freshman?"
"Y-Yeah," Katie responded, her mouth suddenly dry all over again despite how much water she had just drank. She spoke as if on autopilot, words exiting her mouth before she could even form them in her head. "How do you know that?"
Nathan simply smiled. "I never forget a pretty face. See you around, Katie."
Then, with a wink that sent a delicious shiver running down Katie's spine, he turned and walked away.
That was the first time Katie saw Nathan Cubus in action, but wasn't going to be the last.
How she managed to get through the rest of her classes that day, Katie never knew, but somehow she did it. She even managed to get up and go to school the next day, and then the next day, as though she wasn't constantly thinking about Nathan Cubus thrusting his cock in and out of Vicky Valentine as she moaned and writhed against him. It was lewd, embarrassing – hell, it almost felt sinful – but none of that seemed to matter to Katie's brain, which insisted on replaying the incident over and over as though on a loop.
Eventually, though, Katie found she was able to move on. She still thought of what she had seen of course, particularly when she saw Vicky or Nathan in the hallways, but the incident had begun to fade away into the background radiation of her life. She had told no one, not even her friends, and she intended to keep it that way. Besides the fact it wasn't her story to tell, how would she ever be able to justify how long she had stood there and watched the two go at it like rabbits? No, the experience was best kept to herself, left to fade away and eventually disappear.
By the time the first quarter of the school year was finally coming to a close, Katie had all but forgotten about what she had seen. It popped back into her head every now and then, of course, but she no longer paid it any attention. Indeed, part of her had begun to think she had simply imagined the entire thing, a silly dream brought upon by the stress of high school and the ravages of puberty.
All of which explained why Katie was once again so utterly and completely overwhelmed when it happened all over again.
"Mr. Juarez, can I use the bathroom?"
Katie was in her Software Applications class when she raised her hand to ask this question, having already completed the day's work and with little else to do. It was a cool October afternoon, the last week of the first quarter, and Katie and her classmates were all antsy for the school day to end.
The teacher, Mr. Juarez, looked over at Katie upon hearing her speak up, his eyes quickly catching her raised hand.
"Go ahead, but be sure to sign out," the middle-aged man said after a moment's thought. "And perhaps you could check on Tricia while you're in there? She's been gone for a while now."
"Sure," Katie responded as she stood up and made her way to pick up one of the hallway passes hung by the door. She signed out and quickly exited the computer lab, a pass in hand as she walked to the girls' restroom.
It was the same bathroom Katie had used the day she accidentally spied Nathan Cubus fucking Vicky's brains out, but the thought didn't occur to her as she entered the bathroom and headed straight for the nearest stall. She didn't see her classmate on the way in, but neither did she look particularly hard. Indeed, it wasn't until Katie had finished her business and was zipping up her jeans that she saw or heard sign of anyone else in the bathroom at all.
"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Gugghh…!"
Katie was just about to open the door and go wash her hands when she heard the sounds emanating from the next stall over. Perplexed at first, she slowly pressed her ear against the wall of her own stall and listened, as though trying to determine the origin of the sounds.
She blushed when, after a moment of listening, she realized they were the sounds of someone – a girl, she guessed, based on what little she could hear – sucking on something. And sucking happily.
"Slrrp. Ggghh. Mmgghh…!"
While the sounds disturbed Katie a little – and brought back memories of what she had spied earlier in the year in this very same bathroom – she found she was also intrigued in a raw and animalistic way, as though there was nothing her body wanted more than to inspect further, even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
Just as it had the first time this happened, Katie's body ended up overpowering her mind, and she soon found herself climbing atop the toilet in her own stall so she could try and peak over the wall and into the stall next to hers. She wasn't exactly a tall girl, and so had to stand on her toes, but she managed to look over the petition dividing the stalls, at least enough that she could fully see what was happening.
Upon finally laying her eyes upon the scene in the stall next door, Katie's first thought was that she had made a terrible mistake. Her second thought?
Well, at least I found Tricia.
Much like Vicky Valentine, Tricia Talbot was a senior and a cheerleader; in fact, she was the captain of the cheerleading squad, making her essentially the most popular girl in the entire school. It helped that, also like Vicky, she was drop-dead gorgeous, with a full figure that most girls would kill for, blonde hair that glimmered like gold, the stacked breasts and shapely ass of a movie star, and legs that didn't quit. She was kind, too, unlike Vicky, without a single bad bone in her body. All in all, Tricia was the wet dream of every male in Morningwood, student and teacher alike. Every boy wanted her, and every girl wanted to be her.
And, right now, she was kneeling on the floor of the second-floor girls' bathroom as she happily and enthusiastically sucked Nathan Cubus's dick as though it was the most delicious thing she had ever put in her mouth. She was dressed in her cheerleader outfit, but her top had been pushed up to reveal her naked breasts, full and plump and oh-so-beautiful, which swung and bounced gently as she bobbed her head along Nathan's fat cock.
Aside from the brief glimpses she had caught spied as it slid in and out of Vicky's sopping wet pussy weeks before, Katie had never actually seen a boy's erect penis in real life before, and she was shocked to find the sight of Nathan's throbbing member both took her breath away and caused her mouth to water, if only a little. It was long, and thick, and tan, and hard as a rock, and just looking at it made her entire body tingle. The effect was clearly magnified on Tricia, who switched back and forth between passionately sucking on and licking up and down the young man's cock like it was coated in sugar. She moaned and hummed and whimpered as she worked, slathering Nathan's dick in saliva and practically begging for more.
"Mmgghh!" Tricia gurgled as she enthusiastically bobbed her head back and forth along Nathan's swollen cock, her golden hair fluttering out behind her as she did so. One hand gripped the young man's ass, as though holding him near, while the other stroked up what little of his cock she was unable to fit in her mouth. "Ggghh! Mmmm! Mmmm….!"
"Good girl," Nathan said softly as he looked down at the beautiful cheerleader gobbling his cock, her makeup smeared and her mouth and chin entirely covered in saliva. He had one hand on the back of the girl's head, fingers in her hair, holding her still as he thrust gently but firmly into her mouth. "Nice and deep, babe…"
Very deep, Katie thought to herself with a shudder as she watched Tricia practically deepthroat Nathan's cock. Even from her vantage point, she could see the cheerleader swallow more and more of the young man's meat with every bob of her head, taking him deeper and deeper. Had she been able to see from the side, or even from below, Katie felt certain she would have seen the thick outline of Nathan's cock pushing and pulling into Tricia's tight throat.
Tricia looked up at Nathan the entire time, too, her crystal blue eyes gleaming as she begged for praise and adoration from the young man currently fucking her pretty little mouth. Her eyeshadow and lipstick were smeared beyond recognition, and her hair was a mess, but still she looked up at her lover with wide and lustful eyes, even as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, swallowing inch after inch of his cock.
And Nathan just smirked right back down at her, the look on his face almost identical to the way he had looked at Vicky as he pounded her right up against the wall of the very same stall.
"You ready for the main course?" Nathan finally asked, allowing Tricia to pull away from his cock for the first time since Katie began watching them. The cheerleader withdrew from his throbbing member with a 'pop,' panting as she looked up adoringly at the young man.
"Oh, god, yes, please, Nathan!" Tricia begged breathlessly, tears in her eyes as he continued to stroke his slathered penis in her manicured hand. "Please fuck me, Nathan…!"
Nathan didn't even take the time to respond, but, as Katie watched with rising anticipation, instead pulled Tricia to her feet and then bent her over the toilet in the middle of the stall. With her knees on the toilet seat and her hands pressed against the wall to better steady herself, Tricia looked back at Nathan with pleading eyes as she all but wriggled her ass in his face, as though begging him to take her from behind. Nathan, of course, only smirked as he lifted the cheerleader's skirt to reveal she was already naked underneath, baring her perfect, heart-shaped ass and her pretty pink pussy.
Then, as Katie watched with apt attention from her peeping position, Nathan pressed the head of his fat cock against Tricia's sopping wet cunt and then pushed the entire length of his throbbing meat into the seventeen-year-old teenager. The sensation caused Tricia to arch her back and throw her head back, a silent screaming bursting forth from her mouth as her lover filled her tight little love canal. Even Katie felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine, and all she was doing was watching!
"Oh, my god…" the freshman whispered softly, her eyes wide and her throat suddenly very dry as she watched the most popular girl in school being stuffed full of cock.
And then Nathan was doing what he did best, thrusting in and out of Tricia as he held her steady, gripping her waist so he could better pound into her from behind, his hips slamming against her bare ass and causing the cheerleader to buck and shake wildly. He was deep and fast and powerful, with every thrust pulling almost the entire length of his cock out of Tricia before slamming it all right back into her. The girl's perfect ass bounced and jiggled delightfully as Nathan slammed into her again and again, driving his meat deeper and deeper inside her sopping wet pussy.
"Oh! Ah! Ahn, ahn, ahn…!" Tricia moaned and cried as Nathan fucked the holy hell out of her, her arms and legs shaking as she fought to keep herself on her hands and knees. She bucked and rolled her hips as best she could, taking her love thrust for thrust, but it was clear she was in over her head and could barely control herself. "Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan…!"
If Nathan heard Tricia's moans of pleasure and delight, he made no sign of it, merely smirking that same knowing smirk as he rammed into the girl again and again, gripping her waist and using her as little more than a common whore. Indeed, the only times Nathan moved his hands from Tricia's waist was to further manhandle her; he reached up occasionally to squeeze and grope her supple breasts as they bounced back and forth beautifully, for example, just as he sometimes took hold of the girl's buttocks and squeezed roughly or spread them apart to reveal her puckered anus, as though contemplating penetrating her backdoor next.
Tricia moaned and cried and bucked and writhed like a woman possessed all the while, clearly completely overwhelmed by the sensation of her lover's cock pounding in and out of her. Her legs and arms shook, her breasts and ass bounced back and forth wildly, and the most she could do was buck her hips and try to take each of Nathan's thrusts as best she could. How deep Nathan was truly penetrating her, Katie could not tell from her vantage point, but it must have been deep indeed, for she could at least see that the entirety of his cock was sliding in and out of her now, each and every inch being buried inside her again and again and again…
"Oh, god," Katie felt herself whisper breathlessly, her own heart pounding in her chest as she watched Nathan's cock pounding into Tricia. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god…"
All at once, the incident with Vicky burst back into Katie's mind, a memory so powerful and so vivid that she couldn't believe how she could have ever doubted its veracity. She remembered Vicky bucking and writhing just like Tricia as Nathan fucked her against the wall of the stall, his fat cock spreading the lips of her little pussy as he drove himself into her again and again and again, her breasts bouncing and her eyes arms and legs tightening around him as she hung on for dear life. She remembered everything, all of it, even how she had felt watching the lewd scene in its entirety, how her mouth had watered, how her cheeks had grown red, how she had felt hot and bothered between her legs and longed for nothing more than to experience exactly what Vicky had been experiencing right then and there.
Suddenly, Katie found she was not only completely unable to stop watching Nathan and Tricia fuck like a pair of rabbits, but she also found she had absolutely no desire to stop watching in the first place. Indeed, loathe and embarrassed as she was to admit it, Katie now knew the only thing she wanted more than to keep watching Nathan Cubus absolutely destroy the most popular girl in the entire school was to experience it for herself.
She wanted to feel Nathan's hands on her naked body, touching and groping whatever he wanted, wherever he pleased, pumping her soft breasts and squeezing her plump ass…
She wanted to feel Nathan's thick meat pressing against the back of her throat as she sucked him lovingly and passionately, her almond eyes looking up at him adoringly all the while…
She wanted to feel Nathan's hips slamming into her as he pounded her adolescent pussy, his throbbing cock stuffing her full and nearly tearing her apart, driving himself into her again and again and again as she fell backwards into a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure…
Ironically enough, it was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Nathan continued to pound into Tricia's quivering cunt that reminded Katie of where she was and what she was doing. With a gasp she was only barely able to stifle, Katie came to as though out of a deep sleep, sweating profusely and momentarily confused. Her confusion only grew stronger when she found one of her hands had mysteriously made its way into her pants and her fingers were already knuckle-deep inside herself as she masturbated furiously.
"Uhn! Uhn! Oh, N-Nathan! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck…!"
Even as Katie yanked her hand out of her pants, deeply ashamed of herself as she was, the moans and groans Tricia was making as Nathan fucked her brains out were still loud enough and erotic enough that the freshman couldn't help but continue to feel as hot and bothered as ever. With one last look to remind herself of her shame, Katie finally pulled herself away from the scene and scrambled out of her stall as quickly and as quietly as she could.
By the time Katie returned to her classroom, she was red in the face and all but out of breath, far too overwhelmed by what she had both witnessed and experienced to have even taken the time to compose herself before bursting into the computer lab. Only a few of her fellow classmates seemed to notice this, but their snickers and jeers were enough to make Katie bite her lip self-consciously as her cheeks grew even hotter than before.
"Katie, are you alright?" Mr. Juarez asked, looking up from where he was helping one of her classmates open a PDF. He seemed genuinely concerned.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Katie responded after a moment, doing her absolute best to ignore how hot her face felt. "Guess I tripped coming in. Sorry I took so long."
Mr. Juarez shrugged sympathetically. "No need to apologize. Did you happen to find Tricia?"
Simply hearing the senior's name conjured up images of her kneeling on the bathroom as she passionately sucked Nathan Cubus's fat cock. Katie blushed as a thousand scenes of sexual debauchery played out before her mind's eye, all of them featuring Tricia Talbot half-dressed in her cheerleader uniform and bucking and moaning like a bitch in heat as Nathan relentlessly fucked her from behind, his cock slipping and sliding out of her sopping wet cunt before cumming deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his seed…
"Uh, y-yeah, she…she wasn't feeling well," Katie finally answered after just a little too long, clearing her throat as she did so and desperately hoping neither Mr. Juarez nor any of her classmates noticed how deeply uncomfortable she was. "I think she might be a while. She was having, um…girl issues."
With that, Katie took her seat and tried to get back to her work, difficult as it was with her mind still reeling over what she had seen. Mr. Juarez (wisely) didn't press her any further, and even her fellow classmates seemed to have quickly lost interest. She had just about caught her breath and gotten back to work on her latest assignment when the classroom door opened and Tricia walked in.
"Sorry I took so long, Mr. Juarez," the cheerleader said with an appropriately apologetic smile, her white teeth practically gleaming in the dull light of the computer lab. Despite everything Katie had seen, Tricia looked as good as she always did, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair straight and beautiful, and her uniform as pressed and unwrinkled as always. "I wasn't feeling well earlier, and I guess it was a little worse than I thought."
"You're good, Tricia," Mr. Juarez replied, now sitting behind his desk and gathering his materials for the end of class. "Katie told me you were having some girl issues, and I know enough not to inquire any further. Next time just let me know so I don't worry, alright?"
"Sure thing," Tricia responded with another dazzling smile. She turned and went to walk back to her desk, then, but not before stopping beside Katie and giving the freshman an appreciate wink. "Thanks, girl. I owe you one."
Katie didn't respond; she didn't know how. Luckily, Tricia didn't seem to expect a reply, merely giggling a little as she took her seat and resumed conversation with some of her friends, evidently trying to figure out what she had missed. Yet Katie couldn't help but stare at her for the rest of the class period. Tricia seemed so impeccably beautiful, so composed, so utterly normal, that Katie began to doubt what she had seen. There was simply no way the girl she was looking at now could be the same one she had witnessed half-naked and screaming like a slut in the bathroom only minutes before.
Had it all been some kind of strange dream? A remarkably vivid hallucination? Had Katie simply made up the entire thing?
She snuck glances at Tricia for the rest of the period, doubting herself more and more with every passing minute. By the time the bell rang, signaling that class was over, Katie had half-convinced herself that she was losing her mind. Shaking her head and still far too hot for her own linking. Katie stood up and collected her things with the rest of her classmates, having determined she was in desperate need of psychological help.
Then she looked over at Tricia one last time and saw the small puddle of cum sitting in the center of her chair, and she knew at once that what she had seen had been real after all.
It was only a few days later that Katie ran into Nathan Cubus again, and this time their encounter would be much more intimate.
She had seen him more often those few days, passing by her in the hall or smiling at her from across the cafeteria, or at least Katie felt like that was the case. She couldn't be sure if Nathan was actually around her more, or if she was simply noticing him more because of what she had seen. Having watched the enigmatic young man fuck both of the prettiest and most popular girls in the school seemed to make him stand out to Katie, and she found herself thinking of him constantly. Even outside of school, and especially at home in bed, Katie felt her thoughts turning always to the handsome boy with the confident smirk.
Who was Nathan Cubus, really? What made him so special? What was his secret? And why – why in the world – was she suddenly so unbearably attracted to him?
Katie would soon find out.