The Man Of Sin: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 1

... alone, nobody on either side or across from her. She looked about fourteen but was small for her age, with brown hair cut short and her head low as if someone had just tried to tickle her neck. She didn’t have any books or even food with her; she was sitting there by herself. She looked very forlorn, very fragile. As they passed by her, she looked up at Helena and Xavier. He smiled and winked at her, making her tense up nervously but with sparkling eyes. She had caught his interest. Reaching the back exit, they stepped back outside. Just as the door closed behind them, Helena’s stomach let out a loud grumble. She quickly turned away, knowing that Xavier would chuckle. “I... uh… I missed breakfast this morning.” “Why didn’t you grab something to eat in there?” “Because I’m trying to get us to our homeroom before our next class starts. At lunch, I’ll have to go and apologize to the three punks I beat up. Hopefully I can get something in the city.” “Would you like me to come with you?” “Thanks, but it’s not needed. Let’s just get to class.” “You’re late. Detention, both of you.” Helena tried with everything she had not to curse at the sound of Sister Olivia’s voice. She and Xavier had just entered the classroom, barely a second after the bell for the next period sounded. She put on a brave face and turned to the nun. “Sister, this is Xavier Marcus, the new–” “I know who this is, do not talk to me like I am an ignorant fool!” She then turned to him. “Being new to this class is ...

... no excuse for tardiness. You two will be here at 10:00 tonight. You’ll need to wear some short pants for what I have planned.” The whole class watched, praying for God to have mercy on the truants’ souls. Helena watched Xavier, waiting to see his reaction, and to her shock, she thought for a moment that he was actually smirking. “Spare the rod, spoil the child,” he simply hummed, stepping away and making his way to one of the few empty seats in the classroom. “And Helena, I still expect you to translate that verse.” ‘Damn it.’ The following classes continued on without anything out of order. As usual, multiple students got a hard smack from Sister Olivia’s meter stick for small infractions. Helena got it twice when her stomach growled. Both times, she held a defiant scowl on her face, refusing to show any pain. Several times, the teacher directed the hardest questions to Xavier, but with his usual confident smirk, he answered everything with perfect accuracy and detail. Luckily they got a reprieve when the class had to a different building for Biology Class. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along? I could help you keep your temper in check.” Xavier and Helena were standing at the entrance to the cafeteria with students from grades 9 through 12 streaming past them to eat. “I’ll be fine. You go eat. I’m more worried about the time, there is no way this will less than an hour, meaning of course that I’m going to once again be late for class.” “Well maybe there is something ...