Sky-Rise School: A Bisexual Polyamorous Romance

Chap 2: Looking for a Good Fuck

"Castella, come to my office," said Mr Bolton.

I jolted at his command, and became acutely aware of how few people were left on the school grounds. But I wouldn't let him intimidate me.

He knit his brows as if perplexed. Despite all my doubts and fears, he was still so handsome with his glossy black hair and green eyes. "Surely you don't really believe the nonsense that Odette said."

I got strangely defensive. "How would I know? It's not like you would tell me the truth." I wasn't friends with Odette, and I didn't exactly trust her, but neither would I put my faith in Mr Bolton.

The man sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Odette is a rebel and a troublemaker. She is very clever, no doubt, but unfortunately doesn't put her smarts to better use. Don't believe what she says. She would say anything to trigger a reaction."

I considered it, though I still didn't want to go to his office alone. At least here in public he wouldn't dare do anything, right? Though a part of me wished that he would try. "What happened to the student who had an accident?" I asked.

"What?" He sounded mystified.

I gave him a look. "You know, the student who had an accident that Odette asked you to save?"

"Oh," said Mr Bolton. He furrowed his brows. "It wasn't an accident at all." He hesitated. "Odette clearly set it up to get me away. A part of the building was damaged, but thankfully nobody was hurt, just a few were in shock." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking stiff and tense.

I weighed my options. It wasn't like I would say no to a romp with him, but I had hoped it would be private and outside of school. Yes, I saw the hypocrisy of having the hots for my teacher, while condemning him for possibly fucking his students. Yet...

Mr Bolton glanced at me again. "Look, if you don't want to come to my office, you don't have to. And I'm genuinely not trying to lure you or anything, as Odette suggested." He rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to give you extra help with the course work, as you're clearly struggling."

As nice as he was to look at, he wasn't so nice to talk to. I pressed my lips firmly together, and stood my ground. "I can handle it myself." Or I could ask Odette for help, as disagreeable as she could be.

Mr Bolton appraised me for a moment. "I get that you're not comfortable with me, but you can't just keep plodding on, banging your head against the wall. Tell me, Castella. Why did you even decide to take this course?"

I flushed. I fingered my crystal pendant while I wondered how to navigate the question. "My friends recommended it to me," I told him as a neutral, yet true response.

Mr Bolton gazed coolly at me. I felt so judged and patronized in that moment, that I'd rather he pounce on me and tear my clothes off.

But my instructor was not done with me yet. "That's not a reason. Friends can recommend you to do all sorts of things, but you must have something else you're looking for if you agreed to take my course."

I puckered up my lips. I couldn't believe we were debating about my motives. I gave a noncommittal shrug.

Mr Bolton didn't budge, though. "I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm trying to help you. What in particular did your friends recommend the course for, and why did you like it?"

That was a great question. I shrugged again and played with a strand of my black hair. "My reasons are mine."

Tense silence stretched between us. Then Mr Bolton let out a sigh. "Fine. But don't be afraid to tell me or ask for my help, all right? I wish for your success, too."

I hugged myself, and rubbed my bare arms. When I first wore my light shirt with spaghetti straps, I felt pretty sexy. But now I just felt embarrassed and chastised, like a child. So I sniffed, gave him the briefest of nods, and headed home.

***

Even in my apartment, I couldn't concentrate on my studies. Neither Mr Bolton's course nor my "regular" classes held my interest.

And what was my true motive in taking his nameless course, anyway?

I winced, not wanting to think about it. Instead, I made myself some leftover noodles, and opened up my favorite dating app: Teasers & Tasers.

A grid of faces filled the screen. Some of the pictures were cute but did not arouse me. I was doomscrolling through the sleek app when I received a message.

A guy who called himself SexyBrainiac said, "Ur such a sexy ho. Wanna cum over and make babies with me? ;)"

I laughed. You would think that a man who called himself a "brainiac" could come up with something more original than that. But still, my loins stirred at his words.

Seconds later, another guy by the name of ThickAsYourPen sent me a complimentary picture of his dick. (I had checked off the consent box for receiving NSFW pics.) It wasn't too bad, compared to the many I had seen, and I briefly imagined him digging into my pussy.

ThickAsYourPen texted, "I wanna mash u hard, babe. And let me grab those juicy tits."

I laughed at that as well. But I wanted to bide my time and wait for more.

A third guy soon shot his message. His name was DevilBody, and his words were the following: "Hello there, beautiful lady. I came across your profile and was amazed, not just at your lovely face, but at how many things we have in common. We both love travel, good food, video games..."

Sadly, I tuned out after that. Maybe he was a genuinely nice guy, but who didn't like travel, good food, and video games? At least, most people I knew liked these things, so I would hardly see these as impressive commonalities.

But more than that, the guy sounded ingratiating, like he was sucking up to or love-bombing me, even though he was a complete stranger.

So I waited a little longer to accumulate messages. While most of them were amusing and some even arousing, none of them made me want to hook up with the guy.

But then I got a DM from a man named DaddyBigDick:

It was a juvenile username, though his dick size did seem impressive, if his photo didn't lie. But what struck me most was his message to me:

"Hey, baby sweet cakes. Wanna swing by my place? I'll give you the pounding of your life. You'll cry out with so much pleasure and satisfaction, that you'll never want another man to fuck you again. ;)"

Ok, it sounded like a standard horny message, right? (Admittedly, I felt horny reading it too.) But what stood out to me were the last few words. Something about the way he phrased it made me very curious. And how would he keep his promise? He was probably just bluffing, but...

Anyhow, I couldn't resist, and I replied:

"You come over to my place. And you know you're making a huge promise, right? ;)"

The man sent me a laughing emoji, then responded, "Oh, I can't wait to show you, Miss Hot Tits. I can't wait."

Maybe this was a bad idea, but I couldn't wait, either.