SC: EP.4 - Steaming Vengeance
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Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The Club's plans are put on hold when Warren is put in the hospital following a shocking attack. Rumors circle the school like wildfire and personal issues set aside to rid the school of a blight that has festered for too long. Relationships are tested and new bonds are forged. Can some of the smartest students in the school use their abilities to strike back and avenge their injured friend?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex
The prolonged ring of the school bell signaled the start of another week of classes. The students were busy shuffling around as groups headed in both directions made their way to various classrooms. The buzz and chatter amongst most of the student body was random gossip, with last week’s hot topics having cooled for fresher affairs. Among those pushing through the crowd were Brittany and Warren, heading to chemistry class.
They hadn’t seen each other all weekend, as the couple needed to spend time catching up on their studies. Over the past few weeks, ever since the snow storm, the pair had been so focused on refining their drug (“Heat”) and their new budding relationship, that they let a few things slip academically; at least by their standards.
They were the top two students in the school, the front-runners for senior class valedictorian at June graduation. They’d been competing against each other for years, unknowingly driving each other to get the top marks in grades and projects. Now that they were together, that hadn’t dulled. It became more of a point of pride.
As Warren listened to Brittany talk about photochemical decomposition, he still couldn’t believe this was real. Somehow, he’d managed to land one of the most beautiful girls in school, who also happened to be one of its smartest. She wasn’t vapid and dull, like most of the other pretty girls. She had drive and ambitions of her own, beyond just getting knocked up by some athlete. All it took him to land her was getting trapped in a school overnight and accidentally creating an aphrodisiac super drug. Piece of cake.
For Brittany, despite the weird looks and talking behind her back, she enjoyed being with Warren, too. He liked her not only for her body, but also her mind. He treated her like a person and not a prize to be shown off or discarded. It was a stark contrast to her ex-boyfriend Chuck Rodgers, who only cared about football and getting laid. Even then, he was nothing compared to Warren. It was also nice to be with someone who understood the importance of school, not getting into an argument every time a project was due.
“What are you doing after school?” asked Brittany, as she wrapped her arm around Warren’s.
Warren knew immediately what Brittany was asking, and it was hard not to get excited. While they knew they needed the weekend apart, he missed getting some action. Now that he had a taste for it, she made his passion stronger. Having someone as sexy as Brittany around or the rest of their secret group made for some challenging school days.
“Not sure,” he said slyly, “have any ideas?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, looking over the rim of his glasses.
“My parents are home, but maybe we could go ... someplace safe.”
They both knew she meant the hidden drama room. It had become the unofficial hangout and hookup spot for members of the Science Club. It was private, secure, and mostly soundproof. Any of the eight members or their teacher, Linda, could use it at any time. People could have sex in there while others did homework. The only rules were: clean up after yourselves, everyone must be consenting, and most importantly, it had to stay a secret within the group.
“Sounds tempting,” replied Warren with a grin. “I’ve got my-” CRUNCH
In an instant, Warren found himself on the ground, a pain in his face. He looked up to see Brittany’s ex standing above him laughing. He’d been blindsided by a shoulder to the face from the much larger football player.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Brittany shouted, causing the crowd to stop and gawk.
“Maybe your new loser boyfriend should watch where he’s going,” Chuck shot back. Standing close behind him were his two football buddies, Craig and Tony laughing it up.
“Probably too busy talking Star Trek or whatever with your sloppy seconds,” said Craig, laughing at his own terrible joke.
Brittany didn’t back down. She felt a wave of anger flood her whole body. “Real clever. At least Warren knows how to score. From what I’ve heard, your ball deflates during play.”
She’d heard that from a friend who dated him for a few weeks. She thought using a football analogy would make it sting even more. Brittany had grown tired of the bullshit and bullying Warren was enduring. It was also because she felt guilty for not noticing it was happening when she was with Chuck. If she could get them to lay off now, maybe she’d feel better about herself.
Craig became furious, his face reddened as everyone around them started laughing, “You bitch! I’ll fuckin...” he swore as he raised his hand in the air.
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!” a booming male voice yelled out. Roy, the shop teacher, pushed his way through the crowd till he reached the center where the ruckus was unfolding.
“Just a little accident, sir. Nothing to be worried about,” Chuck said, shoving himself in front of his angered friend.
“Then why is that boy on the floor? Help him up, Rodgers,” the teacher barked.
With a smirk, Chuck extended his hand to help Warren up. Warren rightly didn’t trust it. This wasn’t his first time being bullied. Even with a teacher there, he was at risk. Reluctantly though, Warren took Chuck’s hand hoping for the best but expecting the worst. It happened, when he was just about to his feet but still slightly off balance, Chuck let go and Warren fell back down to the ground.
“Whoops, sorry. You slipped from my hands; probably from all your greasiness,” laughed Chuck and the surrounding crowd. An incensed Brittany stepped towards her ex, but Warren reached out from the ground and held her ankle to stop her. As much as Warren would like to see Chuck get what’s coming to him, he didn’t want to see Brittany get in trouble. Warren quickly scrambled to his feet.
“I want you two to shake hands and walk away,” Roy said, not wanting to deal with reporting anyone to the office, especially the school’s star quarterback. He knew the kid was trouble, but he would only be around for a few more months and then graduate. He’d be some college’s problem then.
A smiling Chuck stuck his hand out again, Warren wasn’t going to fall for it. He would likely crush it or spit on it. Instead, he just took Brittany’s hand and walked away through the crowd. The onlookers chattered and snickered. He heard the teacher tell everyone to get to class, as the crowd dispersed behind them.
“Damn him! I’m so sorry Warren,” Brittany said as they made their way to class. She was still fuming about what had happened. She was starting to realize what Warren had gone through for the past three and a half years and didn’t like it one bit.
“It’s fine, I’m used to it,” Warren said, but he didn’t really believe it. “Did you notice that nothing actually happened to Chuck when he dropped me? Nothing ever happens to him. He gets to skate free like always because he throws a ball.”
Brittany squeezed his hand as they rounded the corner of the hall toward the chemistry lab. “It’s ridiculous, and his friends aren’t much better. I never liked them, and now I think even less of them.”
“Well, nothing will be done about them. I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“Hey!” She knew he was upset, but that comment bothered her. They’d just started dating and didn’t like to think about what would happen when they graduated and went on to likely different colleges.
“Sorry, I didn’t think,” replied Warren. “I’ve just spent so many years here getting the shit kicked out of me. These past few weeks, though, haven’t felt real.”
They entered Chem class, both giving a wave to Linda who stood in front of the class waiting for the stragglers to enter. Before heading to their respective seats, Brittany whispered to him, “Meet me after school and you can give me a sloppy first and second.” She smiled and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and winked at him. He had to sit down behind his heavy desk before anyone noticed the tent in his pants.
“Anyone do anything fun this weekend?” Quinn asked, as he ate lunch in the drama room with Andrea and Maggie. He sat on the old couch with the hole that had been filled with old pictures and taped up. Andrea sat at a small desk in the corner and Maggie sat on the floor, her back resting against the wall.
“Beyond playing Azerim with you, not really,” Andrea replied, with one hand clacking on her keyboard and the other holding a sandwich. She and Quinn had become regular gaming buddies, with her teaching him the tricks of navigating the realms of the MMORPG Skycraft.
“Maggie? Anything?” he asked casually. Of the group, she was probably the one he knew the least. She mostly hung out with Darius and Miguel, but he did think she was cute.
“Oh ... uh. Snuck out on Saturday night to go to a party with Miguel. We both used a vial that night,” she laughed.
The two bailed from the house party a couple of hours in, after 1:00am to hook up in his truck. To fight the cold and increase their fun, each of them inhaled one of their canisters of Heat. Named because of the severe increase in body temperature, it also turned its user into a sex-crazed insatiable horndog. Both of them fucked like rabbits in his parents’ old pickup truck until it wore off, and he drove her home.
Maggie knew that Miguel liked her, but she only wanted them to be friends. She was having too much fun trying to be an American teenager; rebelling, partying, and having sex, to want to date anyone. She liked him ... just not in that way.
Quinn grumbled, “Lucky him.”
“Awww, what’s wrong Quinn? Upset that I couldn’t come over this weekend?” mocked Andrea. Quinn had invited her over to play, but she couldn’t do it for several reasons. The main one being she knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t a good time for her. The second being, she was working on improving her access to the school’s security system. She now had full access to all the cameras, alarms, and all the computerized records. If anything ever happened, she’d be the first to know about it.
“Well yeah,” replied Quinn honestly. He liked Andrea; she was fun and weird. In the digital sphere, she was a lot more confident and cockier than she was in reality. With their nascent friendship, he was helping that come out in the real world, too.
Andrea laughed, “Sorry, Quinn, it’s like the ‘red wedding’ down there right now. You wouldn’t want to play in that sandbox.”
That did get a chuckle out of Quinn. Truthfully, he was hoping Linda would arrange another party at her house soon. It had been several weeks since the last one and he wanted to really go hard. He’d been having sex, much more than he did before, but still, who could turn down the chance with five ladies all starving for it.
“Why didn’t you message someone else in the group?” asked Maggie, after munching on a dumpling from her lunch.
“What do you mean?” Quinn asked, looking at the short Asian girl who wore a long solid blue skirt today.
Maggie said matter of factly, “I’m sure if you’d asked, someone would have dropped by; maybe Karla or me. I could have said I was going to the library or something.”
Quinn was shocked he hadn’t thought of that. He just assumed everyone would have been busy or said no. “Would you really?”
“Of course,” Maggie said, adjusting positions so her legs parted, “I mean, I don’t speak for everyone, especially the other girls, but think of me as free use to anyone in the club. This is the most fun I’ve ever had and I’m not about to stop. So, if you want it, just ask.”
Andrea glanced over her laptop. “It’s always the quiet ones,” she said under her breath.
A grin spread across Quinn’s lips as he tried to look up Maggie’s skirt. She raised an eyebrow, pushing her shiny black hair over her shoulder before opening her legs a little wider. She was teasing him, but was she serious? He had to find out.
He asked, “What about now?”
“What about now?” she coyly fired back. Her legs moved another couple inches apart, as her white panties just became visible.
“Can I ... are you willing to let me...” Quinn found it much more difficult to ask than he thought. “Can I have sex with you now?” he finally managed to say.
Maggie smirked and tilted her head to the side. She picked up her phone and checked the time. “Lunch ends in ten minutes, think that’s long enough?”
Quinn didn’t hesitate. “I’ll make it work.”
“Alright. Just don’t pull out, I don’t want a mess on my clothes.” Maggie stood up and walked over to the couch and bent over. Quinn leapt to his feet, unzipped his jeans and fished out his rapidly engorging rod.
“Are you going to take off your panties?” asked Quinn.
“Just push them to the side. Clock’s ticking.”
Quinn moved behind the small Asian girl, lifted her skirt up onto her back, and pulled her white cotton panties to the side. He could see the glistening pink lips buried under a thick blanket of black hair. He gripped his prick, rubbed it up and down her slit to get it wet, and then stuffed it inside.