Chapter 18

Brandi blearily left the library, more confused than she’d been when she entered. Niles was so smart, and he spoke so quickly and he had such high expectations of her...

It was this last fact she found most alarming. She’d gone in hoping she could just sit and nod as Niles spoke, but he kept asking for her opinion.

And then, worst of all, he’d nod and consider what she was saying. Brandi wanted to scream “No! Don’t trust me!”

But Niles had kept on insisting, and so Brandi had shared her thoughts and opinions about Lily - the strange way she was dressing, the unusual behavior at the party. It had almost been a relief when Niles had outright dismissed her suggestion of “teen hormones” to explain the redhead’s behavior.

“Nonsense,” Niles had said, waving the idea away. “Hormones don’t work like that, else this place would be a non-stop orgy.”

Orgy.

For some reason, the word had stuck in her head.

Orgy.

That was what Lily had been involved in when Brandi had rescued her, after all. An orgy. Or was it a gang bang? The difference seemed important, but Brandi couldn’t work out what it could be. As Niles spoke about possible solutions, Brandi nodded obediently, her mind filling with masses of naked flesh, six guys to a girl, thrusting and moaning and grunting and cumming...

“Anyway,” Niles said eventually, snapping Brandi out of her trance. “What did you want to see me about?”

“Oh!”

Brandi wondered if her face was as brightly flushed as it felt, or if her sweating was visible. Niles didn’t seem to have noticed anything was amiss, and so after a few seconds of mental scrabbling, she remembered.

“Mom!” she blurted out. “Mom is...”

She trailed off. Her mother had been happy, yes, but ... surely that wasn’t enough to bring to Niles. He was a busy man - far too busy to worry about trifling matters like Brandi’s mother smiling.

The previous day, she’d been so sure it was something Niles would want to hear about, but now ... self-doubt flooded her mind, and she wanted to smack herself for being so stupid.

Oh no, Brandi thought to herself. He’s staring at me.

Her mind raced - an effort, through the fog - and she remembered the other thing she had to tell him.

“The water fountain!”

“Your mother is the water fountain?”

Brandi’s face somehow managed to grow even redder.

“No,” she mumbled. “The water fountain ... outside the guidance counsellor’s office.

“I found a hex.”

“But we already swept the hallway near there,” he said thoughtfully, before snapping his fingers in triumph. “Of course! Lily was in charge of that section.”

Brandi sat and watched Niles as he excitedly theorized out loud. He was so passionate - it was obvious how much he cared about the teenagers under his ward.

The longer she sat and watched, the more she became aware of Niles as a male. He was so attractive, in an kind, fatherly kind of way. As he strode from one end of the room to the other, Brandi couldn’t help but overanalyze his gait, the strength of his movement. She couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like as a lover - would he be gentle, as he was as a Mentor ... or would he be decisive and demanding, as he was when a threat came to the school.

Shutting her eyes, she was immediately able to picture it - she’d be completely naked, and he would be clothed, of course. He’d tell her to come in, to cover her disgusting body ... but she wouldn’t be able to, there would be nothing to cover herself with. She’d desperately try, using one arm to try to contain her boobs, moving the other between her legs.

And he’d glare at her - that strong, powerful glare that she’d seen so many times before. He’d open her up with that glare, see deep inside her, see the wickedness she was imagining. He’d realize she didn’t want to use her hand to cover up her womanhood, she wanted to stroke it, to make it wet. She wanted to be juicy for him, so when he instructed her to bend over his desk and undid his trousers, he’d slip in with no resistance, and begin to fuck her ... fuck her like she so desperately needed to be fucked.

“Brandi!”

The blonde teen opened her eyes in shock. Niles was staring at her now, that same powerful glare she’d been imagining. She instinctively clamped her legs closed, before realizing she hadn’t been playing with herself - she’d just been breathing heavier than normal.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she muttered, furious at herself. Not just for tuning out in front of Niles ... but for being stupid enough to imagine he’d ever want her in the first place. As if someone like him would ever want someone like her...

No, if she wanted to get laid, she’d be better off finding someone desperate.

Desperate enough to sleep with even her.

For a moment, a confused look crossed Brandi’s face. What a strange thought. Before she could follow it too far, however, Niles had continued, a concerned look on his face.

“Why don’t you get some sleep,” he said, and Brandi felt herself nodding. She didn’t feel particularly tired ... but Niles always knew what he was doing.

He was so clever. So masculine. And so far out of her league...

As Brandi dozed in the library, Lily was - for the first time in her life - skipping school to go shopping.

She’d woken up in a cold sweat last night, confused and scared. Her memories kept getting fuzzy - names, places, dates ... it was getting hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t.

In a desperate effort to distract herself, she focused on what she knew was real. The feeling of Nicolette’s body against hers, the Jackson twins taking her from both sides...

Even as she felt herself getting turned on by the memory, her confusion refused to abate. Why did she so desperately need to touch Nicolette whenever they were alone? What on earth had prompted her to offer her virginity to a near-stranger ... but no, it wasn’t her virginity. Was it?

And the way she had behaved in front of Niles; at the time, it had seemed so natural. So right. She had wanted nothing more than for him to punish her for being a bad girl, but now...

Well, it still seemed kind of hot, but she knew it was wrong.

So wrong...

Without even thinking about it, one of her hands had moved between her legs. She didn’t normally masturbate ... did she? ... but just thinking about how wrong, how wicked and sinful and wrong her behavior had been was turning her on, and soon she was biting the pillow to stop her moans being heard throughout the whole house.

As she came, a thought struck her - she didn’t need to use her hands for this. There was equipment ... whole stores full of it...

She could buy a toy. She could buy a hundred toys.

As Lily’s orgasm peaked, an image flashed into her head of her stuffed with toys - her mouth, her ass, her pussy - half a dozen toys poking out of each possible hole.

Her head rolled back in orgasm and she groaned loudly into the pillow.

Tomorrow, she told herself, as she drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow ... I go shopping.

And so the next morning she’d walked past Antioch High without going in, as a shiver ran down her spine. She’d never played hooky before. A part of her worried about getting caught, but even that quickly became a little bit thrilling.