I looked down at a short woman that I had never noticed before. This girl was probably bordering five feet tall, and I had no idea who she was. That didn't mean that I shouldn't know her, and I saw big teary eyes looking up at me as I smiled sadistically down at her. "Who might you be?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as Sarah came over.
"I- I-" The girl stuttered with a quiet, feminine voice, almost like a mouse.
"Kyle?" Sarah asked, and the girl blushed deeply.
"Kyle?" I asked, turning to Sarah in surprise. "This is a guy?" I asked incredulously.
"I AM NOT A GIRL!" The girl yelled suddenly with fat tears getting larger, and I was blown away. "I am a man." The girl cried out, the tears starting to leak down her cheeks.
"No fucking way," I said, turning to the girl in the locker room. "You are too cute to be a guy," I said, and I looked down at his pants to see the uniform pants on him; there wasn't any chest, and I was further blown away. "Are you transitioning?" I asked.
"I AM NOT A TRANSVESTITE!" The girl cried out, and Sarah started to chuckle.
I joined her in laughing but stepped back. Although this would disappoint Sarah, I decided to take off my bag, pull back, and point at the bench. "Girl, Sit down and tell me why you are sneaking around," I said and went to sit on the bench myself.
Sarah looked at me, and I could see a slight disappointment, but Kyle, or whoever this was, was in the room, and I wasn't about to let them see her naked. "Don't worry, I will make up for it later," I said as I saw the girl still in the locker looking at me with fat tears in her eyes. "Well, Come out and sit," I said; this time, my tone was commanding, which seemed to make this Kyle move. I looked at her as she stepped out and saw no breasts to be seen, and his pants were on, so she was in the male school uniform. The feminine face with fat tears was making me choose that this was a girl instead of a guy, and I looked over at Sarah.
"You sure her parents are not just sadistic and named her Kyle so that everyone would question her gender?" I asked, and Sarah covered her mouth, and I could see the guilt on her face as she tried not to laugh because she wasn't supposed to.
"I am a man, and I just look feminine." She replied, and I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I am in the same year as you, Angela!" She cried out, and my shock was complete. "I have been in several classes with you, and you have always gotten better grades than me in class! I don't understand how you do it. Lately, I realize I hadn't seen you in class or in the library as much as you were last year, and I was wondering what you were doing." The girl stopped as she released; she told me what I wanted to know.
"Oh, and pray to tell," I asked, looking at her as she remained in the locker. "What did you learn that I was doing?" I asked.
Her face turned to beet red, "Y-You were having sex," The girl said, "With a man."
This little girl witnessed me with Jake, and I couldn't help but wonder when. There was another thing, and I noticed she was staying inside the locker, trying to keep a distance. "And do you happen to know who that was?" I asked. In reply, she shook her head, and I pointed at her. "I think you might be lying," I said in reply, and the girl paled a little, "In fact, I think you might be leaving out things that you saw. I haven't been bringing people here sporadically; I have been bringing women here often. You are here now, and probably not the first time. What have you seen? I may let you go."
My eyes were narrow, and I beckoned the girl over to Sarah and me. I opened my backpack while keeping an eye on this boy or girl who was still hiding in the locker. The Fluster she showed me told me that she had seen more and didn't want to admit it. I grabbed my lunch while this girl hid in the locker, not answering me, and I turned to Sarah. "Sorry, I cannot let you enjoy me today," I told her honestly. "Lunch tomorrow?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, and Sarah nodded happily.
I opened the side pocket of my bag to see if I had a supply and noted to myself that I didn't have any condoms left. I used my last one with Alex this morning, and I turned to the girl in the locker while opening my lunch. "So, are you going to talk or hide in the locker all day?" I asked.
"I-I heard you with Alex, This morning," The cute little voice of this boy or girl said, and I smirked.
"You know what I think," I suddenly said as I pulled out my fork to eat. "I think you heard me Monday," I told her. "I think you heard Alex screaming and witnessed a guy taking my girthy cock and got curious. On Tuesday, you came and wanted to hear, only to hear more women moaning. Your cock got hard in your pants and probably jerked off. You got even more curious, though," The bright red face turned a brighter red, but I saw Protest on her face. "You probably flicked your bean, and this morning you came hoping for more and heard even more. Then you wanted to see more for yourself." I continued.
"NO!" The girl shook her head.
"Since you wanted to see more, you thought you were small enough to hide in a locker and witness me taking one of my wonderful women up close," I said. I took a bite of food while Sarah fished out a baggy with a sandwich in it from her bag that I didn't notice in the corner. Sarah was still slightly annoyed, but her anger was directed at this girl.
"That isn't It!" The girl protested.
"So you thought you would run here from class and hide in the locker room and be out of sight and could have a month's worth of fap material watching us." I finished my scenario. "Now, If that isn't true, tell me what is, or I will do something about it." I finished with a vague threat.
The girl looked at me, and I could see the indecision in her eyes. I simply sat there waiting, wishing I was enjoying a blowjob while eating. I was genuinely getting spoiled these days, and I wondered if I should make this new girl do it to make up for it.
I shook my head a little, not wanting to start a new Jake thing with someone new. I wouldn't mind making a Sissy Slut to keep for myself but not at this moment and not with someone unwilling. It was too much of a pain in the ass, this revenge shit. I would still complete my revenge on that bastard Jake, though.
"I- How- I-" The girl stuttered, then fat tears dripped from her eyes, "I- I- I- I DON'T KNOW! I JUST KEEP COMING BACK!" The feminine voice yelled. "I DON'T KNOW WHY I CAME IN HERE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" The girl cried, and I looked at Sarah. Sarah wasn't looking at me, though. She was looking at the girl with sympathy, and I sighed.
"Come sit," I said after a moment as the girl started to sob, "Come sit with Sarah and me."
The girl nodded, left the locker, came over, and sat next to me. "I'm sorry," She said with fat tears.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked with a sigh, and I took a bite of food. "You keep apologizing, but I am unsure what you are apologizing for." I turned to her and took her chin with two fingers, "Tell me," My voice was slightly more commanding, "What are you apologizing for?"
"I have been masturbating to you while having sex with Jake!" The girl cried, "Why is he the one?" She cried, and I looked at Sarah. Sarah was blushing hard, and I could see the sympathy on her face as I turned to the girl.
"So you are asking me to have sex with you?" I asked, "You specifically mentioned Jake. So you know who I was with. That means you were close enough to one of us or saw him. Which makes me wonder what you want even more," I said, trying to make my voice more soothing. "What do you want?" I asked.
"I DON'T KNOW!" The girl cried out, "I WANT YOU TO NOTICE ME!" She suddenly screamed, and I sighed.
"Well, I am noticing you now," I replied. "Sarah knew you. I now am paying attention, but here you are crying. What have I done to you to make you cry?" I asked.
The girl froze and looked at me looking at her. Those tears were still in his or her eyes, and I could see something I didn't understand in them. It wasn't lust; it wasn't pain; it wasn't happiness. I didn't know what I saw on her face as she looked at me and stood. "C-C-C-Can I go? I won't tell anyone, I swear. Please, Let me make up for today later," The girl said, and I looked at her.
I took a bite of food, letting the silence reign, and I sighed after I swallowed away my food. "Fine, You can go, but if I hear about this from anyone, I will kick your ass." I said, and I looked at Sarah, "Know any class she has?" I asked.
"I AM A GUY!" She said, and I waved a hand dismissing her, which made those tears well in her eyes.
"Yeah, I have a friend that is in the same political sciences class as her," Sarah said.
I nodded and turned to her, "There you have it, Kyle; I will talk with you later about this. Why don't you find out what you want to say to me next time instead of making it sound like you want to be Jake in this." I finished, my voice bordering the tone condescending.
'Kyle' blushed but left without a word, and I sighed as the door closed. I opened my phone and noticed a text from Crystal and Hilda. Then my phone buzzed in my hand, and I noticed that Samantha had sent me a text. I thought about reading them but decided against it and looked at the time. That interaction took a large part of the lunch period away because of all her indecision, and I turned to Sarah.
"Sorry, Strawberry," I told her as she munched on a sandwich. "I didn't expect an intruder that would take up so much of our time. Plus, I realized that I was out of Condoms," I shrugged, "I don't want to impregnate you this early in our relationship," I finished, and her smile was bright.
"I'm glad," Sarah said and blushed, "That you don't want to impregnate me this early. Although," Her blush deepened, and she turned away. "Let's talk about something then," Sarah said. "What did you think of Kyle?" Sarah asked.
"I think the girl or boy or whatever is wanting my dick and is jealous of Jake," I replied dryly, and Sarah turned to me with a more expecting expression.
"So you are also playing with Jake?" Sarah asked, "Isn't he the worst offender for trying to make fun of you the last couple of years? What did he like you so much, and that was why he was making fun of you?"
I looked down at my food, bought time with eating, and turned to her while munching on it. "I will tell you later when we are not at school," I replied, "Maybe on Thursday? I have an appointment on Friday. I don't know how long it will take and I have something on Saturday, I think. Maybe it is Sunday? I am not sure; I think I might need an agenda book or something to help me keep track of what is going on in my life," I sighed.
"You sound busy," Sarah said, and I nodded.
"Honestly, it is more than that, though," I told her honestly, "I have some things going on at home, and it hasn't been easy." I told her as I ate, "I need to get some shit together or something, and Friday is an important appointment."
"What are you doing, Friday?" Sarah asked, "If I shouldn't know, that is fine also."
I shrugged, "Not like it is a secret," I replied before taking another mouthful of food. I took a moment and finished, "I am going to see a financial lawyer and get my finances sorted. I got an appointment after school, and it will probably take some time to finish. I am not expecting it to be a short conversation, and I am wondering about many things and the best way to do things with my money." I said, "So I have many questions for the Lawyer that will be needed to ask her. It will be a day, and I hope I only have to do it once, but something tells me it will be something I will probably have to deal with over the next couple of weeks."
"So when do you think you will have some time?" Sarah asked, and I could hear the hope in her voice.
"I am not sure," I replied, "We might be able to do something Thursday after class, but I am staying at my Girlfriend's house since I don't want to go home at this moment. Too many issues there, and I am unsure of what is going on there. It is better that I don't know at this moment too." I knew I was avoiding thinking about home issues, and soon that would bite me in the ass.
Seeing the sympathetic look from Sarah, I could see that troubled her. "You mind if I ask?" Sarah replied.
"I don't mind if you ask Strawberry," I replied with a soft smile and took another bite of food as lunch was soon coming to an end. "I think the easiest way to say it is that I recently learned that I have a half-sister named Elana," I told her, and I heard her gasp. "She is just a few months younger than me, which means that she is probably turning eighteen in a couple of weeks or so. I am unsure how to feel about it, and I haven't been trying to think about it honestly." I told her, and I felt Sarah wrap her arms around me.
"It will be okay," Sarah said.
I turned and looked at her face resting on my shoulder as she turned on the bench to hug me. It was getting in the way of my food, which I ate much slower than usual. I reached my lips out and pecked her on the forehead. "It's okay," I told her, realizing that it wasn't affecting me as much as it had on Friday. "I am more worried about my mother," I said, realizing I was telling her the truth. I was worried about my mother as I hadn't talked to her at all since Friday, and I sighed.
Sarah continued to hold me, and I felt her warmth as she tried to soothe me. "She is the new Transfer student, isn't she?" Sarah said, still holding me, and I almost jumped in surprise.
"Oh," I said, turning to look at her, "That makes sense; I didn't talk to her long enough to find out she was transferring here." I continued, "I thought she might be going back to her old school while staying with us."
"It is okay," Sarah said, and I nodded.
"I think it might be, to be honest," I told her, feeling much less emotionally rich than I was over the weekend after it happened. "But it is what it is, and I will have to talk to my mom soon. Probably Elana too, and decide how I want to deal with things. For now, I am taking a week off from my parents and my new sibling to sort myself out."
I took some more food, and the bell rang, making me jump. "Shit, class time," I said, and Sarah nodded.
"I'm not going to lie; I was looking forward to some sexy times," Sarah said with a large blush on her face. "But I like spending time with you too. So I would love to hang out more with my lover," Sarah said, then grabbed her bag and moved out before I could say anything.
Instead of dwelling on it, I began scarfing down my food as I got up. I reached out and grabbed my bag a second later and stuffed my used container in my bag. I zipped it up and left the locker room in a rush. Not many students were left in the hallways, and I rushed to my third period. I stepped in, and the Teacher glanced at me. "Sit," They said, and I moved to my desk that was left open. I pulled out my textbooks and workbooks.
The class was somewhat interesting, and the Teacher finished the lesson with a lot of time left over. Then the Teacher handed out a homework assignment leaving plenty of time for us to complete it in class. Some students got down to work, and others began to talk to each other. I immediately got to work and completed it easily. These were all things I already knew, and I wasn't about to let them trip me up.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and read my first text.
Crystal: Thank you for Breakfast! I loved it! That little clip you sent me wasn't fair. You are not going to be home till late, and my pussy is so moist for you! Why are you so busy?!
There was a follow-up text that was sent a couple of seconds later.
Crystal: P.S. I am perfectly fine picking you up, Mistress! What else is a lonely Minx supposed to do? Just text me when you need to pick me up, and I will be there! :D
I smiled while reading the text and went on to the next.
Hilda: That is great to hear, Mistress! I will be there and wearing something for you!
It was a quick text, and I wondered what she had for me. My cock throbbed a little, but I put down my urges quickly and opened up the next text. I frowned deeply as I read it.
Samantha: So I just got a call from June and September. They are thrilled with you and are looking for a permanent slot for your services. We can call and discuss later on what you wish to do moving forward. Also, I have transferred fifty-four thousand dollars of payment with a ten thousand dollar tip from June and a Ten thousand dollar tip from September into your account. They were VERY happy with your services, it seems.
My frown was deep, and I felt my mood drop as I remembered June and September. I felt like nothing more than a dildo with them. It was like the two of them were in their own little world where only the other sister mattered. It was something I couldn't understand, and I was frustrated with them.
I hadn't taken the time to find the reason that it was pissing me off so much at the time. I knew that it was the complete ignorance of my feelings during the interaction. I didn't know what to respond with, and I was also amazed that I had just made seventy thousand dollars like that after just one night. The fact that they tipped ten thousand each was probably talked about between the two of them.
I began to compose a text several times and stopped to think and delete it. I took several minutes at my desk and was deep in thought until I finally composed the text.
Angela: I will think about it. I believe that I need to think about what had me so frustrated and angry with them last time. At this moment, I need to decide if the problem is them or me and if it is them, it will be a no. If I believe it is me, then I may do another session with them. I will let you know, although I am unsure if I have time for a permanent fixture at this point in time.
I sent it with a sigh and composed a quick text to my wonderful Girlfriend.
Angela: So, How about a date this Saturday, Minx? Take you out and rail you in a movie theatre or something to spice things up. Also, I believe I will save some steam for my Minx after you pick me up.
I sent the text and felt my phone buzz in my hand, notifying me of a text.
Samantha: That makes sense. You were very angry last night, and I can understand. Those two are intense. I will let them know for now that you are booked and that your agenda is full at the moment. If you decide against it or for it, I can just blame your schedule either way.
I quickly sent back a quick, polite text.
Anglea: Thanks! I will definitely think about it, and maybe I will do a Thursday night thing with them next week if I feel up to it. At this moment, though, I need to self-reflect on why I was so angry.
I sent the text, leaned back, looked down at my worksheet,, and double-checked everything just as the bell rang. I looked up in surprise, signed my name on the top,, and packed the rest of my things before handing in the assignment and leaving. I walked towards the gym and entered the locker room without anything stopping me.
My head was in a bit of a twist. Too many things happened in the last couple of hours, and I wasn't sure what to do about it. There was Kyle, that little girl the same age as me, apparently hiding in a locker interrupting fun times with Sarah.
I took off my uniform inside the locker room while I continued to think about it and changed for gym class. I thought about the girl's outburst and wondered if she wanted me to do those things to her or something else. It wasn't obvious, but one thing I was coming to realize was that there were people in this school that may have had secret feelings for me.
Without even realizing it, I was in my black workout pants and a black sports bra. I could feel the slight dampness of Cuck's tears against my skin. That thought got me a little hard thinking about the cuck crying fat tears as he masturbated to Alex, moaning while I fucked her hard in front of him. I couldn't help the sadistic smile I would get from that, and I wondered if I should continue with him.
Maybe I could slowly increase what he has to do to stay around?
That brought another smile to my face, and I put the weights on my body soon weighed down, and I brought my backpack into the gym before I began to stretch. I easily entered my own thoughts, not caring for what was around me as I was working with Mrs. Grendier, not Mr. Trimmers.
I quickly finished getting ready before I began to jog around the court, and I saw some of the girls looking at me resentfully. I didn't care as I ran around the gym and noticed Mr. Trimmers talking animatedly with Mrs. Grendier and pointing at me. I continued to run in a sprint and passed by them quickly.
"She is talented! I just discovered her and helped you that time with-" I heard of their conversation before I was too far from them to hear. I could see them arguing but they didn't pay attention and continued running around the gym. The weight made me slow down and move to a jog before I began to sprint again. I loved this training that tennis players did a lot among the pros, and it was something that suited me a lot.
I thought about next spring and began to wonder if I should also sign up for track and field. I thought I was more talented in running since I have been keeping it up for years at this point. Volleyball and running, I didn't believe volleyball and track ran at the same times over each other, but I wasn't completely sure, to be honest.
This was don't of those things that I should spend a little more time on the computer to research these things.
I was suddenly forced out of my thoughts as I noticed Mrs. Grendier waving at me to come over. She looked at me and nodded as I approached, "Okay, So today, you and I are going outside. Mr. Trimmers needs the gym, and he rightfully pointed out that we have a sand volleyball patch that I can use to train you. That isn't the best place to learn for you at this point, but he is also right that I cannot completely take over the gym for one student. So today, we are outside, and you get to practice in the sand!" Mrs. Grendier's smile was bright.
"Okay," I replied, and soon we were both collecting a step ladder and a cage full of volleyballs. We went out into the field while Mr. Trimmers took the gym. It made sense that I couldn't use it every day while I was getting special attention from a coach. That just wasn't fair to the rest of the class.
It was still warm outside, and we went over to the soccer field that was adjacent to the football field. At the end of it was a little square cut out with sand in the middle for Beach volleyball. There was never a team at school, though, to my knowledge, and just a hope of a principal years ago that was caught looking at things he shouldn't be.
The two poles were in okay condition with a little rust on them, and Mrs. Grendier smiled. "I barely ever get to use this except to show the freshmen how difficult Beach volleyball is." She said and we worked together to put up the net before Mrs. Grendier finished making sure everything was secure. "Okay, Angela," She began, "Today will be a little different because that is what sand does to volleyball. I think we still need to work on your recovery and aim. I think recovery is the best while in the sand, though, since it will be harder to recover from each hit. Meanwhile, learning to aim while on sand is much different from learning on a solid floor. You are shaping up nicely but still need work on it, and I would rather continue your practice on a solid floor than in the sand. Ready?" Mrs. Grendier asked, and I nodded.
What came next was me literally eating sand a lot. I was jumping and failing even to catch the ball. Slowly I learned to run in short bursts on the sand but still had a damn hard time recovering the balls. I learned quickly that Mrs. Grendier was completely right about the difficulty in the sand. I knew by the time it was over that I had sand everywhere all over me. It was in my cleavage in my pants and somehow around my cock, balls, and pussy. I even felt a little around my ass from one of the times I dove for a ball. I managed to recover, but apparently, a load of sand went down my pants.
Mrs. Grendier was relentless, and I noticed that I was starting to regain my accuracy in recovery around the end of the class, which she complimented me on. Still, the bell rang, putting an end to our practice which I was tempted to continue anyways as I was having a ton of fun.
"Good hustle today, Angela. You are starting to become more versatile in the ones you can hit over. I think I will book at least once a week now for us to come out here. You seem to thrive more on unstable ground than on the stable ground, which is an interesting thing that. But then again, it might just be my imagination. I will see you tomorrow. Also, we have a practice afterward, so you will take off your weights before class ends tomorrow. Don't want to show off things too early, do we?" Mrs. Grendier said, leaving me a little confused.
Still, I ran inside, grabbed my bag, and headed to the Teacher's locker room. Today had been a full one, and I needed a shower. With all the sand on me, there was no way I was getting in Hilda's car. I felt disgusting, and I needed to rinse myself off quickly.
I stripped and hit the shower, only to come out five minutes later, drying myself off with a damp towel from my bag. I put on my school uniform and wrapped my workout outfit in the towel so the sand didn't get around my bag. I quickly walked down the hallways and saw Mr. Trimmers calling out to some of the football players about a surprise practice. I didn't care, and it wasn't my problem as I headed out the main school doors with a smile.
I loved the beach volleyball today and couldn't get a smile off my face. I had a lot of fun, and I was looking forward to playing with Hilda and forgetting everything that happened at school and everything happening at home. Tonight I would torture my Little Star. I wasn't sure how I would do that, but I knew when I decided I would enjoy it a lot. I headed to the place we met last week with a smile forgetting everything behind me as I felt happy from practice.
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Hey Everyone,
It seems that the weeks have been passing by quickly, and I have had full work weeks. Sorry for the delays. Double release this week to make up for last week. I hope you all enjoy!
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