The Academy 2.2 - Sex Stories

The Academy 2.2

... every girl want him. He was short and had a skinny yet muscular build, he put his hands in his pockets as he scanned the room. Rayne was alone, he came to the school to rehash memories, he didn't know if he would ever get the chance to again. A thought he didn't want to ever think about, he was one of the original students, and without the Academy he was nothing. The thought of attending a normal school made him shutter. Rayne heard noises outside the room, specifically in the main entrance way of the school. He cautiously crept out to investigate. In which case he saw what he expected. A group of boys younger than him, perhaps 12, getting ready to spray paint on the wall. Rayne wasn't sure if they were against The Academy and their beliefs, but either way, he sure as hell wasn't going to let the kids vandalize his home. He scattered them quickly, he didn't have to say anything but, "Hey!" And they were gone in a flash. Rayne looked around to make sure they were all gone, as he did so he noticed a shadow creeping around in Mrs. Rose's old office. He quickly ran to catch the trespasser. When Rayne barged into the door, he calmed, Jordan sat behind the desk of Mrs. Rose. Jordan looked up and brushed her short hair behind her ear. She had been crying, which Rayne instantly noticed, she had mascara streaming down her tan face. Jordan and Rayne had never been close, Rayne was liked by many but only considered one person to be his friend for a long period of his childhood, and ...

... that was Camila. But around the age of 14 Camila got secluded and even darker than usual, and after she went to prison, they hadn't talked since. Saying this, even though the 13 original students weren't all best friends, they looked out for each other (excluding Camila of course). "Rayne," Jordan said and quickly wiped away her tears. She was known as a hard ass, so for Rayne to see her like this was bad in her book. Rayne didn't care however, he knew how close she was to Rose, and he attempted to understand. "Those kids weren't saying anything to you, right?" Rayne asked. "No, it's just..." Jordan started, setting down a picture of Rose. "You don't have to say anything else," his voice was deep and sexy. He sat down across from her, not knowing what to say, even the smoothest person in the world couldn't comfort Jordan then. She sighed, "Rayne, what if they don't get it back running?" "They will," Rayne said immediately. "How do you know?" He paused, "I don't." They sat in silence for a few seconds, "Rose would be able to fix this," Jordan observed. "I know." "You're not much help are you?" Jordan laughed in between incoming tears. Jordan broke down crying, holding her face in her hands. Rayne spoke, "Aren't you the girl who gave a blowjob to a boy in front of a mob of anti-academy protestors?" "Yes, you know that..." Jordan looked up. "And you're the girl who has never gotten a B in a class, and when you almost did you fucked the teacher until she bumped you up?" Rayne ...