Chapter 20

Duncan tapped his pencil on the desk repeatedly. 2:42pm.

Still.

How could it be 2:42? he wondered. It felt like it had been 2:42 for close to a decade now.

The entire day had followed a similar pattern for the young football player. Every minute had seemed like an eternity, each class had dragged and dragged as minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Duncan reached into his pocket and grasped the note comfortingly. He’d read it a thousand times since he’d first seen it in his locker, memorizing not only exactly what it said, but every bump of Jeff’s lettering.

Six pm. Friday.

Today.

Three hours, eighteen minutes to go. Unless ... nope. Duncan looked at the clock, hoping that another minute had passed, but no such luck. It was still 2:42, and he was starting to suspect that it was going to be 2:42 forever.

6pm. Friday. Jeff’s house.

Watching the seconds tick by impossibly slowly was the most frustrating experience of Duncan’s life.

After another two hours, the clock ticked over.

2:43. Three hours, seventeen minutes to go.

He couldn’t wait.

“Nicolette!”

Duncan had no idea what he was going to do with his afternoon - sit at home and watch every second of every minute tick by, probably - but after his infinitely-long class ended, he was surprised to run straight into his girlfriend.

His girlfriend. For a moment, he wondered if he should feel bad about how much he was looking to spending the night with someone who wasn’t her, but then he remembered what he’d learned from Mr. Foster - it was the curse of a huge cock. He needed other, similarly-cursed men to help him out. It wasn’t a gay thing, it was purely biological.

“You look good.”

He wasn’t lying. Nicolette was practically glowing - she and Lily had spent the last hour together, working in tandem. Lily would attract men, get them to cum in her mouth ... and then go down on Nicolette, bringing her to orgasm after glorious orgasm, and filling her pussy with precious spunk at the same time.

She was sure she was pregnant now. She just had to be. The two of them had seduced five men; at least one of their offerings must have found its target.

Well, if she was being honest, Lily had taken the lead in seducing them. For reasons Nicolette couldn’t understand, she was increasingly unsuccessful in that arena. She wanted nothing more than to be pounded into submission by a strong, muscular man, but as soon as she showed off her perfect body, they seemed to run scared.

The idea of taking Duncan into the janitor’s office and fucking him silly popped into her head, but a sudden fear struck her: What if he wasn’t into it? What if he rejected her?

What if her boyfriend, who she loved, didn’t want to fuck her?

Like all the other men.

Nicolette wasn’t sure she could handle that, and suddenly grew shy.

“What are you up to?” she asked awkwardly.

“Nothing planned,” Duncan replied. “Do we have a thing tonight?”

“A thing?”

“You know.” Nicolette looked around to make sure that no one was listening. “A demon thing.”

“Oh!”

In his obsession with the sweaty slip of paper in his hand, Duncan had completely forgotten about any other possible obligations.

“I’m not sure - I’ll check with Brandi and let you know, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Nicolette replied. The pair of them stood there uncomfortably until Duncan leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

It wasn’t until after Duncan had walked away that Nicolette realized the significance of what had just happened. Neither of them had ever used the L word before - not even after he’d taken her virginity.

Her smile returned. She was young, she was in love ... and she was almost certainly pregnant. Life was good.

“Heya B,” Duncan said, dropping his bag next to the Protector’s. He tried to avoid looking at the clock more than once every ten seconds. 3:24pm.

Two hours, thirty-six minutes to go. In a minute, it would be two hours and thirty-five minutes to go, and that was just five minutes away from being two and a half hours...

He shook his head.

Quit it, he told himself. You’re obsessing.

“Duncan!”

Brandi looked at him, wide-eyed. She’d spent the whole day struggling in her classes, feeling more and more stupid as the day went on. And she was so damn horny. It was as if the dumber she felt, the hornier she felt...

No. No, that couldn’t be right. What a stupid thought.

A pang of arousal shot through her body.

She’d come to the library to stop herself from heading into the bathroom and getting off. Something about that wouldn’t be right. She couldn’t pin her finger on exactly what, but she knew that something about it wouldn’t be right.

“Do we have a meeting tonight?”

Brandi’s hands covered her mouth in shock.

“Do we?? I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise! I ... I...”

Duncan laughed, holding his hand out comfortingly.

“Relax, Brandi, you’re not in trouble.” 3:26. “I’m just checking. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Brandi said, a little too quickly. She was aware of just how wet she was - she was starting to wonder if she made a squishing sound while she walked.

Can Duncan smell it? she asked herself. Can he smell how turned on I am? Why am I so turned on?

I need a release.

Mr. Foster’s words suddenly hit her like a truck. When she was turned on, she needed a release - a low-hanging fruit. Someone attainable. Someone who she could use to get off...

Duncan.

Brandi looked at her friend hungrily. He barely even noticed - he was too busy trying to avoid doing the maths: two hours, thirty-three minutes. 153 minutes. That could be broken down into fifteen ten-minute chunks. Or ten fifteen-minute waits. A quarter of an hour - that was nothing. Ten of them would be fine.

“Duncan,” Brandi said, glancing at the library door. “Would you say you’re attracted to me?”

That caught his attention. He stopped trying to decide whether fifty-one waits of three minutes each was preferable to seventeen nine-minute waits, and turned his attention to his friend.