SC: EP.4 - Steaming Vengeance
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Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual School Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex
When the lunch bell rang on Tuesday, students spilled out into the hall. The sound of lockers banging and the dull roar of indecipherable babble could be heard in the hallways. Darius towered over his fellow students, at just over 7’ tall. He was easy to spot in a crowd, unlike his current companion, the diminutive Maggie Jiao, who was a good two feet shorter than him.
The two had just finished Biology together and were walking through the halls to the cafetorium. They were going to meet Miguel and head to the meeting together. Seeing the three of them together had become normalized over the past month. No one was quite sure how the recent Asian immigrant had managed to form a close friendship with the two best friends and high-tier athletes so quickly. Rumors spread, as they often do, that she was a Chinese spy sent to track America’s up and coming athletes, or that she was hooking up with one or both before they got into the big time, hoping for a big payday. The truth, of course, was wilder than the most fantastical rumor.
“Any idea what this meet’s about?” Miguel asked as he waited in the lunch line for some fries.
“Nah, probably just a check-in. See how everyone’s doing and such,” replied Darius, who ordered a carb-loaded plate of pasta.
“I’m out, so I hope it’s about refills,” Maggie added, knowing she couldn’t talk openly with everyone else around.
Darius laughed, “Of course you are. What did you think was going to happen, Mags? I’ve only got one left, myself.”
“Busy man,” Miguel laughed, but he too was down to a single cartridge of Heat.
Each person in the special Science Club was given a case containing five small metal cartridges of Heat. There was just enough in each for one person to get the right dose for one hour of activity. Brittany and Warren had perfected the formula as much as they could, and Miguel, the guy who could build anything, came up with the receptacle. Small, discreet, and durable, it was likely no one would think twice if someone found one in one of their bags. Worst-case scenario was that someone might think they were doing whippets.
Miguel had a thought, “Oooo ... maybe it’s about another meeting if you catch my drift.”
“That would be awesome,” replied a doubtful Darius, “ ... but unlikely. I wouldn’t get your hopes up too much.”
“It sucks. I could really go for a party,” said Maggie as she picked up a ready-made salad from the cooler rack as the boys got their food.
“Couldn’t we all,” Miguel replied.
The three took their food with them out of the cafetorium and through the now quieter halls, walking away from the roar behind them. They passed a few groups scattered here and there at lockers and a few headed into the library of some group meeting or something. They made their way to the science wing and turned the corner towards Ms. Linda’s chemistry room. When they arrived, everyone else was already there, digging into bagged lunches. Seeing they were the last to arrive, Miguel shut the door behind him.
“Alright everyone, nothing too serious today,” Linda said, standing at the front of the classroom. “How’s everyone doing? Anyone feeling anything different that they want to share?”
Everyone knew this wasn’t a ‘share your feelings’ situation. The truth was they were all actively and continuingly using a mysterious chemical compound that none of them truly understood, even the two who created it. What were the potential side effects or long-term consequences of continual use? None of them knew, but it hadn’t stopped a single one of them from huffing it whenever they wanted a sexual boost.
Maggie raised her hand. Besides Warren and Brittany, who’d tested their refinements on themselves, Maggie had the most exposures. “I don’t know if it’s just me, but I start to get a little ... How do you say? ... antsy? anxious? If I go four or five days without using. Like, is that the gas or the needing sex?”
“Hear that. Miss Free-Use needs more sex...” laughed Andrea, which got the rest of the group chuckling, including Linda.
“ ... but it is a good question. Anyone feeling the same?” Linda was trying to herd the cats back to task. She hadn’t used it much lately herself. The last time she was with someone was Darius over a week ago and just recently with Karla after school the day before. She also used once when she was horny and alone. She popped one of her canisters for an hour of self-love.
A few hands went up. Karla was first to speak.
“I know I felt that way when I was on my period,” she remarked, which brought a few disgusted groans from a couple of the guys.
“Hey! Be respectful. It’s normal and natural...” Linda chided them. “Please continue.”
“Thanks, Linda. For the record, it also means you guys aren’t dads, so be happy we bleed,” Karla stated snidely. “ ... But as I was saying, I was feeling the same during that time. I thought it was just hormones, but maybe it wasn’t.”
“Thank you, Karla. Anyone else?” Linda asked the group. Quinn raised his hand.
“Yeah, kind of the same. I don’t get it as much as some here. I’ll start watching out for it more, but I have noticed that every so often, I get like a craving, you know? Like when you really want a good burger or something and your mouth is watering. Does that make sense?”
That explanation did elicit a few chuckles, but it did get his point across. Everyone seemed to confess to similar feelings. It was like a sudden hunger deep in the pits of their stomachs was the best way to describe it. They were all too similar for it to be a coincidence. Linda wrote it down in her notes.
“Anything else? Don’t be shy,” the teacher called out to the group. No one spoke up. Linda decided to volunteer something to the group. “Ok, so for obvious reasons, I can’t participate with you guys as much as I’d like. I wish I could, but you know the risks I’m taking, and I have to be careful.”
“We appreciate you, miss!” Darius yelled out. He, more than most, respected what she’d done for him before.
“Anytime you want it,” Miguel shouted out, probably louder than necessary.
“Thanks guys, but...” Linda said, trying to lower the volume.
“But seriously, Linda,” Brittany stood up to speak, “ ... we can’t thank you enough for everything. I can’t imagine any other teacher doing what you’ve done for us. From the chem lab time to your support, and just being there when we need you. I think I speak for everyone here when I say ‘Thank you’.”
The students clapped, while Linda felt a lump in her throat and had to push back a tear. She held up her hands, trying to quiet them all down. It took a moment, but they did slowly comply.
“Thank you for that, Brittany. I’m touched by that. Believe me,” Linda said.
“I’ll touch you anytime, miss,” Miguel shouted out to another spat of laughter.
Linda pushed forward, “ ... what I was trying to say was that, when I don’t use a canister, things don’t feel quite as ... good?! I guess. Anyone feel the same?”
Linda looked at their faces, reading visible signs of confusion. She wondered if it was just her, and maybe she had just grown bored playing with herself of late. It could have been because she knew she had better options that she wasn’t taking advantage of.
“What do you mean?” asked Andrea on one of the rare instances her laptop wasn’t open in front of her.
Linda knew she’d have to explain further, knowing it might be embarrassing. “OK, so I don’t have a partner or anyone to help me. I play with myself. I typically don’t use Heat for that, and it just ... doesn’t feel as good anymore, if that makes sense.”
There was an awkward silence. Linda had expected snickers or something, but instead, it was just quiet. Then Maggie raised her hand.
“Miss ... I mean Linda, do you mean sex or you know, playing with yourself isn’t as good anymore without...”
Linda nodded. “It might be nothing, just something I noticed. When I do use it, it’s amazing.” Linda glanced over at Karla, who gave her a knowing grin.
“I kind of know what you mean,” Maggie said, a little embarrassed. “I thought it was just me. I didn’t want to make anyone feel bad...”
“It’s ok, we’re all free to be open here. No one will take it personally, right?” Linda scanned the eight students sitting in front of her. A couple looked back at her with uncertainty. She knew, though, that it was the only way forward, in case something serious could develop from using this untested concoction.
“Well, I was with Quinn in the drama room, and it just didn’t ... you know, do it for me.” Maggie looked over at Quinn who’s head seemed to want to turtle into his shirt. “I didn’t think it was you, Quinn. You did get me off, but it just seemed like I was ... missing something? To use the food analogy from earlier, like I was still hungry.”
Andrea spoke up, “Well, it was quick.” She was trying to stick up for her new friend but realized what she’d said. Quinn’s neck disappeared further into his body. He looked like he was a head with shoulders.
“Not helping!” Quinn said meekly.
Andrea tried to correct her mistake over a few snickers from the other guys. “It was at lunch. He only had ten minutes.”
“Anyone else feel the same? Brittany? Warren? You two have used the gas more than anyone.” Linda looked at the mismatched pair sitting together.
Warren spoke, “I don’t think so, although we do use it whenever we can. Britt?”
“The odd time, for me. I usually wish I could have taken a huff, but it’s still good.” Brittany replied.
Linda jumped back in. “OK, I’ll note it for now as something to keep an eye on. It might just be nothing, but we can’t be certain about anything right now. Anyone else have anything they wish to share?”
No one spoke up. Linda was about to end the lunchtime meeting when Brittany’s hand went up. Linda yielded the floor.
“Not an issue to share. Warren and I wanted to let you know we’re making a new batch of Heat after school. If you have any empties, please give them to Miguel so he can refill them.”
“Any chance you can make a big batch...” asked Maggie. “ ... for a group event.”
Everyone’s eyes looked up to Linda expectantly. It was clear to the teacher that they all wanted another big gathering. She knew that she wanted it, too, despite her own fears that they could get caught.
She sighed, “OK, fine. I’ll see if there’s a day coming up where I can have you all over.”
A cheer erupted from the classroom, which must have sounded strange to the few people outside in the hall. The meeting concluded with everyone excited at the possibility of going to Linda’s for a Heat-induced orgy.
With minutes left to go before lunch period ended, the meeting was dismissed, and everyone headed out into the school. No one outside of that classroom could have imagined some of the best and brightest students, as well as some of the top athletes, who were planning their third sex party.
“I assume you aren’t going to Paul Weston’s party this weekend?” Karla asked Brittany.
Brittany smiled and shook her head. “No, I think I’m done with that entirely. Even before Chuck ended things, I hated going to that stuff. I only went because he wanted me to go or we were celebrating a football game. I’d rather be in the lab or face down in books researching a paper than surrounded by drunk people.”
“Sounds like you’ve surrendered to your inner nerd. Here lies Brittany, socially dead to all that matter,” teased Karla.
It got a laugh from Brittany. She knew her friend well enough to know she wasn’t being too serious; maybe a little. Socially, at this point, she was dead to most of the school. All her other friends had mostly abandoned her following the break-up with Chuck. Her moving on to the school super-nerd Warren put the final nail in her coffin, but she didn’t care.
The reality was that high school was coming to an end in a few more months, and she wasn’t planning on sticking around. She’d been accepted to every school she’d applied to for Biochemistry - most with some form of funding. She hadn’t chosen yet, but wouldn’t be sticking around Wisconsin, that was for sure.
“You could take Warren,” suggested Karla. “Maybe he’d like to see what the cool kids do when they aren’t in their parent’s basements.”
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