Sky-Rise School: A Bisexual Polyamorous Romance

Chap 5: A Sexy New Flame

His office felt like a sauna. My teacher joined me at his desk where I had dumped my books. I made sure to bend over a bit , to give him a clear view of my cleavage.

Sadly, Mr Bolton was a prude, and he fixed his gaze firmly on my face. Why were the best men always the hardest to charm? A sting of insecurity burned in me.

He said, "Castella, please open your book to the exercise you were last stuck on."

Huh, I could definitely let him get "stuck" in me.

At his raised brow, however, I sighed, rolled my eyes, and flipped to the chapter in question. I felt like even my breasts were sagging with disappointment.

I stabbed a finger at the offending problem. Then I crossed my arms over my chest.

I won't bore you with the details of our discussions. There were a lot of technical things, many involving numbers and equations that I couldn't care less about.

After what felt like hours, I threw up my arms. "I still don't get it." Maybe even calculus would be easier than this.

Mr Bolton looked tired, too, his handsome face haggard. "I don't see why you have to make it so complicated. If you break the problem down into little chunks, then it won't be so overwhelming."

But I shook my head. "Sorry, but I simply don't click with it. I appreciate your help–" Sort of. "--but you can't work magic into me. You'd have to be a wizard to do that."

Mr Bolton gave me a stony gaze, his green eyes vivid and piercing. "Then I'll ask you again: Why did you sign up for my course? You're clearly unsuited for it, and you aren't even willing to accept my help."

I hissed at him. "It's too complicated to explain." I got up and started shoving my books back into my bag.

Mr Bolton watched me with a frown as he rose as well. "Is there nothing I can do to ease your load and help you at least pass the course?" He paused. "The midterm is coming up in a week."

Shit. In my flurry of troubles, I had totally forgotten about it. Why did this course have to have something as traditional as midterm exams? Weren't the daunting, life-threatening practicals enough? I wiped a hand over my forehead.

We stood there in silence. "I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do," he said. "If you wish to withdraw from the course, you can tell me."

I lifted my chin. "I'm not withdrawing. And I'll figure it out myself." With an arrogant flip of my hair, I exited his office.

***

And who should I find at the door but Odette?

For once, I wasn't annoyed by her presence. Her mischievous face was a welcome sight, after the humiliation (and lack of sex) with Mr Bolton earlier.

Odette's gaze roved over my body and she smirked. "I see you came out of his office intact."

I scoffed, and started moving away from his office. To my pleasant surprise, my classmate followed. "What are you doing? Aren't you seeing Mr Bolton?" I asked.

Odette pursed her lips. "Why would I want to see him? I wanted to see you."

She was ever so blunt, but I felt pleased, in this case. "Why?" I asked again.

Odette smoothed the hair on the top of her head. "I overheard your conversation with our teacher." In other words, she was eavesdropping. "He's not the most inspiring instructor in the world. But I could teach you."

My jaw dropped and I stopped walking. At first, I wanted to scold her for being so patronizing, but then I thought better of it. "Okay."

Even Odette looked surprised by my quick acceptance.

"But on one condition," I continued. A smile slowly curved up my lips. "You need to come tutor me at my house."

Odette eyed me, and gave me a firm nod. The look on her pretty face told me she knew exactly what I was talking about.

***

I was as excited as a girl on her first date when I brought Odette home. In a way, it felt like a date.

I was definitely physically attracted to her, and I believed the interest was mutual. But did I think she would be serious partner material? Who was I kidding? I didn't know whether I was ready to commit to anyone, and I shouldn't get so ahead of myself.

When we came into my apartment, Odette scanned my house like a cat staking her claim. I smiled, because there was something else I would love her to stake her claim on.

While Mr Bolton was hot, I couldn't say I felt at ease around him. Odette was sexy in her own witchy way, but we were classmates and peers, and she didn't take anything seriously. So I found that I could relax around her more.

Even when I laid my books out onto my dining table, it felt as natural as undressing. Odette took my hand then, and my heart skipped a beat. She said, "Show me where you're stuck."

I resisted the urge to giggle. "Yes, ma'am." When I pointed at my problem section, Odette started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I pouted.

My classmate put a hand on her mouth, which not only didn't hide her smile, but only made her look even more sly and seductive. "It's the way you look," she responded. "The way you squish your lips together, lift your eyebrows, twirl your hair. You're so confused yet so nonchalant at the same time. It's charming."

It was hard to tell whether she was being sincere or just messing around with me. I moved my lips in a seductive manner. "What are you going to do? Sue me?"

Odette's gaze trailed up my hands, arms, lips, and then breasts. She blinked and grinned up at my face. "I'm not so classy as to 'sue' anyone, but I do want you to do a little something for me first."

I looked at her warily. "And what's that?"

Her face became mock stern. "Follow me." With a slender finger, she pointed at something on the page, and then, with those elegant fingers still on the page, she made a lewd gesture.

I laughed and she looked proud of herself. Then I said, with as sultry a tone as I could manage, "Oh, I'm tired after all of these–exercises. I'll retreat to my room. Will you join me?"

A meaningful look came into Odette's eyes. She purred, "How could I refuse?"

***

I was quick to close the door behind us when we entered my room. No, I didn't lock it, and I had no wish to detain Odette, especially not as she kind of initiated all this.

But...I also felt the desire to shut us in together. She could leave anytime she wanted, but I suddenly wished she would stay. I didn't realize how lonely I felt.

Without ceremony, Odette kissed me on the lips. I shivered with relief and delight, and I parted my lips to let her tongue slide down my throat. We made out like that for a while, until we both ran out of breath and let go.

Odette's hair was dishevelled, her cheeks flushed with happiness. It made me proud that I was the reason for that joy.

But I wasn't satisfied yet. I kissed her mouth again and she moaned, opening up for me this time. Gosh, if this was how kissing another girl felt like, I should have done this much sooner!

Before long, we fumbled around, and never had I enjoyed stripping more. It pleased me immensely to see Odette bare her skin to me. I rolled on top and started massaging her firm breasts.

"Yes, yes!" my classmate cried out. Her cries grew even louder when I sucked on her rose buds, using my tongue to thoroughly love them.

Soon, our legs criss-crossed and I groaned when our crotches aligned. I finally got to experience the joy of scissoring.

Odette looked so far gone in bliss, that I felt flattered in my vanity. I put my lips on hers again, while rubbing my groin more vigorously against her loins.

As this delicious friction went on, I stared down at this gorgeous woman. Impulsively, I asked, "Do you love me?"