ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #5 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #5

... but for some reason, it felt really nice to feel like someone cared. She knew it was probably a bad idea since Adams was so keen on keeping this between them, but the aggressive blonde just broke down and told everything. The next five minutes were like reliving a nightmare for Sam, who regaled her afternoon, from the horrible grade, to staying after class, to where she tried to flirt, more out of fear than desire. No details were spared about the encounter; the way he touched her, undressed her, and f*rced her to blow him. It made her skin crawl, and from the shivers the other girls gave off, it was contagious. "Well, obviously you need to report what happened," Noelle said, trying to take everything in. She wanted to hug the angry blonde but Sam was shrugging off every comforting move either girl came up with. "Ya think I didn't think of that?!" "Noelle was just trying to help. Don't yell at her," Cat said, coming to her lover's defence. "Fine…" Sam said, taking a deep breath to relax. "I'm going to get thrown out if I report him and even if I did, apparently he's like immune to firing." "Tenure…" Noelle said, rolling her eyes. "And the education system fails again…" She just received stares for a few moments from Sam and Cat before slinking back to Cat's bed. "Well you can't… do it with him again… You're not, are you?" "Cat…" Sam said, trying to fight tears. "It's not that simple. I have to. Or else I'm gonna get kicked out. I brought this on myself but I have to do what ...

... it takes to stay here. I don't have Carly here to get me out of fixes. And Freddie… is… busy." "We could help if you want," Noelle said. "Back you up if you report him. I mean, we didn't witness it, but I mean, we could be there." "As much as I seem like the eager type, I don't need cheerleaders. I need an answer to all this." * * *September 4 02:46 pm UCLA- Elkins Hall Room 232 Tori Vega was trying her damnest to stay awake in her American Lit class, but the way Adams was droning on about how 'magnificent' and 'up-lifting' the work of Jonathan Edwards was, but the talented teen couldn't do much more than doodle on her notebook instead of taking notes. Truth was, she hadn't been able to get much sl*ep over the last week. She was certainly comfortable with Jade, and while things were still tense between her and Jade, she had also warmed up to Freddie. 'Warmed up' was probably not the right term, and she would never admit this to Jade, but she really liked Freddie. And worse, in her mind, she wanted him. Tori had been craving what Jade had, in both the physical sense and the romantic sense. Freddie was the perfect guy and treated Jade like a goddess and the couple was devoted to each other. Given all the guys that had done her wrong, it was natural for Tori to feel this way, but she still felt dirty for wanting her best friend's guy. Well, that, and the fact that she'd watched the video of the iCarlys and Sam's twin having sex at least 100 times since she copied from Carly's ...