𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

19

throughout my entire religious education session all i could think of was anabelle's hands on my body, groping and touching me. her moans, her beautiful face between my legs, her gripping my hair as she fucked my face as she pleased. i clenched my thighs and placed my bag over my thighs.

i feel like a hormonal boy right now. with a boner, except with no penis.

my mind went back at anabelle and i saw my phone screen light up from underneath the desk. i looked at mr. freddy and saw his back turned to the class as he talks while writing something on the board.

i took up my phone and read the message from the closed screen.

horndog😩💕 - *1 attachment*
horndog😩💕 - cant wait for your session to be done🥴

i opened the image and almost throw my phone across the room.

i turned it over quickly and looked if anyone was peeping and then looked at mr. freddy who was still writing on the board.

thank goodness.

i turned back over the phone and peeped at the picture of her boner through her pants. her leg were spread widely but it was still evident that she still has a boner.

she looks huge.

i bit my lip as i started to imagine nasty things.

horndog😩💕 - *1 clip*

i opened it and i almost moaned.

she shook me a peak of her tip with precum leaking from it. she has her dick in her hands and she was pumping her hands slowly, her foreskin moving up and down. my volume was low so i couldn't hear the audio clearly. im sure there were erotic sounds from the clip.

i closed my phone quickly when i heard mr. freddy closed his book shut.

"and that is the end of our session this evening, kids. make sure you study. in a week or two, there'll be a quiz on the religions that we learnt about, their holy book, place of worship and their gods." the bell rung and i started to pack up. i made sure to pick up my phone before i forget it and everyone started leaving the classroom.

the hallways began to fill out and i opened back anabelle's chat.

- where are you?

horndog😩💕 - in the parking lot

i told her that im on my way and started to leave the school campus.

"delilah, wait up!" i heard a familiar voice said and i internally groaned. what does she wants now?

i turned to her, gripping my bag strap.

"hey." i said through gritted teeth.

"what's up?" she throws her arm over my shoulder and i looked for ciara.

"not much." i replied, "where's ciara?"

"oh, she's trying out for music sessions. that bitch never listens to me when i say she's not good at music." matilda rolled her eyes and i shifted uncomfortably.

i moved from underneath her arm and she stopped walking and looked at me. matilda didn't say anything and we left the school compound.

"where are you going now?"

"home."

"oh, walking?"

"no."

"okay."

why do i feel weird because she's talking to me and actually not insulting me?

"you look like you're losing weight," she pointed out, "keep it up. you'll look better than a pig."

jinxed it.

"thank you, matilda, but that wasn't needed." i said.

her eyebrows shot up.

"excuse me?"

"comparing me to a pig is very insulting. i know i am fat but you don't have to point it out in the most obvious way."

she scoffs, "the truth hurts, delilah."

"you're right." i laughed, "if i called you a bitch, you'd snap. if i call you a whore you'll get mad. if i say that you're cruel and mean, you'll insult me to make yourself feel better but it doesn't really work, does it?"

i don't know where this confidence is coming from but i am loving it.

"so yes, you are right. the truth hurts and it is something that you cannot accept. i already accepted that i am fat and ugly and i am many things that you'll never be able to be." i pointed at her and her face fell.

"it's that dyke you've been hanging out with! she's the one fulling your head with nonsense. i bet she calls you pretty but she is wrong."

"don't you dare call anabelle a dyke." i glared at her, "and yes she calls me pretty. so what? no one is there to tell you that you're pretty? only how much of a whore you are and how much you can spread your legs? your body count is over 20, matilda. grow the hell up and stop being a bitch."

i turned and walked away from her, leaving her standing there. i walked to anabelle's car where i saw her leaning on it with her friends; trey, olivia and simone.

i walked over to them and smiled.

"hey, thick ma." simone said and smacked my ass.

i gasped and gave her a look.

"try that again. i dare you." anabelle glared at her friend.

simone smacked my ass again and anabelle punched her in the shoulder. simone winced and held the spot where anabelle punched her.

"ouch."

trey and olivia laughed and i waved to them.

i walked into anabelle's arms and she hugged me up, her hands sliding down to my butt. i laid my head on her chest and she pecked my forehead.

"i hope you liked the thing i sent."

i blushed at what she said and didn't respond. i hid my face in her clothes and she chuckled.

"we're gonna head out." belle said and leaned up off of her car, still holding me.

"alright. let us know if you still down for tonight. we know you cant resist good cooch." olivia said and i chuckled at her reference.

"we haven't done anything as yet so she'll come." i said

"she'll come?" trey smirked, "in you, on you, yeah."

"you nasty shit." i smacked him and anabelle laughed.

"he's not wrong tho, baby." anabelle said and i glared up at her for encouraging this.

"when we get home i'll deal with you."