The Academy 8 - Sex Stories

The Academy 8

A small boy sat at a round table. He was still a child, about age eleven, he had a round head and brown hair to match his eyes and freckles. He was a bit chubby but more than anything adorable. He had his hands folded on the table, he stared up at nothing in particular. He was wearing green Nike shorts and a "Pokemon" T-shirt. He was waiting in a mostly empty waiting room for a phycologist. His mom was the one with the scheduled appointment, a skinny crack head looking individual. "Ms. Hampton?" The phycologist called the name of the skanky looking woman with short shorts on and a tank top. The woman put out her cigarette, "Ya comin," she looked at the boy, "Ok you be good honey... I'll be back in a while... mommy has to talk to the doctor man." She walks into the office, leaving the boy alone in the waiting room for the most part. His only company was a beautiful indian teenager. He looked up at her, she gives him a big no teeth grin, he blushes in response. The phycologist looks at the girl, "Oh Simi... our appointment isn't for another hour, did I tell you the wrong time." "Oh really...? It was probably my fault, you know how absent minded I am. Well that's okay. No harm done," she responded, "I'll just stay here... no big deal." In reality, Simi knew her appointment wasn't for another hour, but she saw some men that looked threatening to her, so she went to her appointment early. She shrugged her behavior off as no a big deal, but she misses a time when she didn't suspect ...

... every man on the streets to be after her. The phycologist was saying something to her, but she wasn't listening. She was to busy reminiscing of what happened to her just a few weeks ago. The corruption of her body. The more she thought about it the worse it got. She fucked guys everyday, but what happened to her was so much different. By the time she snapped out of it she was alone, only a small boy sat at the table across from her. She smiled at him, he looked away embarrassed. Simi loved kids, they were so kind to her and easy to talk to. The two sat in silence for about 15 minutes, nothing could be heard but the obnoxious heater working to keep them warm. "So you like Pokemon?" Simi asked with a comforting smile, looking at his shirt. "Yes," the little boy was overwhelmed by her attractiveness. But he didn't feel scared, he was just nervous. She seemed like a friendly person who had not an ounce of violence in her head. Simi played with a pencil, "Who's your favorite?" The boy smiles, warming up to this strange lady, but still avoids eye contact, "Squirtle." "Why," she gives a heart warming smile. "He's super cool and wears sunglasses and stuff." He smiles fully now, making Simi feel good. Simi laughed, they sat for another moment in silence, "Are you a kid?" The boy asked. "Technically yes," Simi laughed. "What school do you go to?" Simi paused. "A special one." She responded, she chewed on the pencil and looked up at the ceiling. "Like what kind of special." The boy was ...