Unexpected Changes-My Junior Year Part 3 - Sex Stories

Unexpected Changes-My Junior Year Part 3

... to Mr Thomas alone, he would surely listen to my demands. He had to, he would have no choice. If I leaked these photos, his wife, would surely divorce him and he would humiliate himself in front of the school board. Not to mention he would lose Amanda. If I went to Ms James, she could just say she was an independent woman and it was her right to do whatever she did, with whoever she wanted. She wouldn’t be wrong and I would be committing a crime. After much thinking, I decided I would go to Mr Thomas first and use him to convince Ms James that their situation required them to surrender themselves to me. I would need to arrange an appointment with Mr Thomas, I decided on Tuesday, for what reason, I didn’t know, just decided on it, I just thought it would be a good day to get the job done. I took a quick shower, put on a nice blue t-shirt and some jeans and was out of the house. I took my gym bag as well. I knew I wouldn’t have to time to come back home, so I had to bring mu work stuff. I said goodbye to Erika, who was watching an episode of The Simpsons and was out of the house. When I reached Steve’s house, I rang the doorbell. Mrs Sayer, Steve’s mom, opened the door and I said hi. It had been some time since I saw her, so I made of small talk before heading inside. I asked her where Steve was and she said he was upstairs, in his room. She gave me a drink before giving me the greenlight to head upstairs. Steve’s door was opened, so I figured I’d just go in. Steve was knelling ...

... on his bed, looking out his window, straight down with a pair of binoculars. At first I couldn’t tell, but he was actually knocking one out and just as I was about to say something, he grabbed some paper towels and he released his load. “What the fuck are you doing man?” I asked, finally. “Fuck!” Steve was surprised, he tried to hide the paper towels under his pillows and zipped his pants up, “haven’t you heard of knocking before?” Steve was annoyed. “Come on man, your door was open, at least lock the door before you whip out your dick. It’s like rule number one,” I jokingly said. “It’s not funny man,” he said, adjusting his pants, “My parents’ room is downstairs, so I don’t normally need to lock the door and I didn’t hear you come in.” “Anyway, what are you looking at, don’t have the smarts to search up porn on the internet?” I asked, placing my bag down by his bed and jumped on, to look out the window. Downstairs, Steve’s sister, Stacy was swimming. “My God Steve, that’s disgusting, she’s your sister!” I said. “She’s also a hot piece of ass, very fuckable,” he replied. “Very fuckable? Really man?” I asked. Steve wasn’t wrong. Stacy was a senior and one of the hottest ones at that. She was a stunning. Unlike Steve, she had glowing, long, blond hair, which reached below her shoulder blade, stunning and smooth, lovely when it blew in the wind, it seemed so light, yet it had a lovely weight pulling it down. She had a pretty face, cute. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, with thin ...