Illyria & Jesse pt.4 - Sex Stories

Illyria & Jesse pt.4

... chortled. “Actually, no. I’d love to see her in a chicken suit, dancing around like a stripper.” “That would be a nasty sight…” “Very,” I said as I slid my hand to Jesse’s thigh. He noticed then mumbled something. I moved closer to his dick and teased him. After a ten minute car ride, Jesse pushed my hand off then let his erection shrink. “Don’t do that,” he sighed. “You love it,” I grinned as we stepped out. “Well, yeah. I’ll walk you to first period.” “Tank chu, my lil pweanut.” I cooed like a toddler while made a cute face. Jesse kissed my forehead then walked me down to Mr. Polster’s class. We shared a kiss and he watched me walk in. Dani was sitting on the table with her pen tapping her neck. “What’s up?” I smiled. Chrissy came from the back of the room with papers in her hand. “This is so swag! Mr. Polster said we should take these. Just extra work. Sick or nah?” Chrissy squealed. I know it's hard to believe, but Chrissy actually loved doing work. She always got Mr. Polster to get us extra work and honestly, I love her but it's too much! “Huh, well I’m too lazy,” I huffed, “yeah. If you get something wrong, erase the answer then put it correctly.” “Oh, Illyria. Always trying to get out of ya work, huh?” Dani grinned. “Yeah.” “Well, how are you on House of Night?” Chrissy smiled. “OH!” I pulled my book out of my bag. “Best shit ever! I’m almost finished and Erik is so…. Er!” “I knew you’d like it. That book’s really for like, 12 year-olds but I knew you liked stuff ...

... like that,” Dani softly said. “Well I just wanna, errrrr! He’s so fucking cute! With his sexy-poet self.” The book I was reading was House Of Night. I know, the book seriously is for pre-teens but I really loved it. I was on the second book out of the twelve and I had a long way to go. Mr. Polster walked into the room and the bell rung. “Yay!” Chrissy pipped. Mr. Polster was an older guy, maybe 55 to 60, but he was one of the best teachers. He was explaining a few things while he wrote on the board and just then, the door opened. Perry held her head high as she walked into the room—10 minutes late. “Ahem, Perry?” Mr. Polster said. “Yes?” Her high-pitched voice sounded was as pleasant as nails scratching a chalk board. I would kill to beat her ass like I did last weekend. I just wanna yell HEY PERRY! How's being a slut working for ya? 'Cause I'll beat your ass again if I need to! “Once again, you’re late to my class.” “Oh,” Perry bit her lip. “Well, who cares? It’s just trig, right?” “Perry, I don’t think you understand. This is the third time you’ve been late this month and I won’t tolerate it. You have a detention and you’ll be working with a partner today.” “What? Partner? Detention? I don’t need any of those….” Mr. Polster completely ignored her while he scribbled down a detention pass. He looked up and scanned the room. “Hmm, who’s one of the better people? How about Illyria?” “Aha!” I gave Perry an amused look. “Stuck with me, eh?” “Ew, no. I cannot work with her.” Perry ...