The sun then rose again, and its luminous rays ended up waking the young man who was sleeping on his back. He opened his eyes startled, as if he had awakened from a nightmare — or perhaps from a very pleasant dream. He searched for something with his eyes, scoured the entire room until he found a way to determine whether he had woken up late or not.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed, with a worried expression, as he looked at the alarm clock muffled under dirty clothes.
Quickly, he ran down the hallway, passing the living room and the kitchen, where he saw Rachel sitting, having a nice breakfast while watching the news channel. The young man, curious, approached her.
— A group of extremely peculiar people has just saved a group of builders — reported the journalist on the news program.
— Wow! What a good thing! — said Rachel, joyfully, upon seeing that group of workers being saved. — But this "group of peculiar people," who could they be?
— These are the X-Men — Anton interjected. — These are the X-Men — Anton intervened.
— They were formed recently, so they are not as famous as the Fantastic Four or the
Avengers. They were formed recently, so they are not as famous as the Quartet or the Avengers.
After recovering from the slight scare that Anton gave her, the woman showed surprise upon seeing all the information the young man possessed. He, in turn, bent slightly, trying to hide the bulge that was starting to grow between his legs.
— I need to calm down... it was just a dream. Just that. — he thought to himself. However, his eyes noticed something obvious that had previously gone unnoticed: the pajamas Rachel was still wearing.
— Rachel, do you remember seeing anything strange during the night? Anything?
On the other hand, she thought for a few seconds, while Anton remained focused on the idea that it was all just a dream.
— No, nothing strange — she asserted. — After that scare you gave me, I went straight to bed.
These few words made Anton go into a spin for a moment, thinking about his supposed dream — that scene where he could closely appreciate the beautiful body of his stepmother. But with so many uncertainties ahead, he needed answers.
— I... I don't remember very well how it was. Do you remember? — Anton asked in a punctual and careful manner. After all, with this he would have a complete understanding of everything that happened, according to her, in addition to being able to confirm if everything happened exactly as he remembered.
— Well... you ran to the kitchen to get some water — replied the girl.
— And then? — asked the boy.
— Later?... Ah, I remembered! You left the bottle on my counter. And after you dried yourself off, you went to sleep. That was it. Why? Did anything else happen? — Rachel returned the question, with a tone of concern — perhaps even fear that something important had happened. But Anton calmed her with a simple:
— No. I just didn't quite remember what happened after I left the room, but now I do. laughter — With a neutral performance, he deflected the question, but there were still many other doubts in his mind.
Even so, he decided to just skip class that day. After all, he had some hypotheses about what happened last night, and soon dismissed one possibility.
"Did you make coffee?" asked Anton.
— Yes — she replied, short and direct.
This helped Anton understand more and explore other possibilities. After all, maybe it wasn't exactly the water that caused the event. Anton then got lost in thought again, but without much result.
Rachel finished her breakfast and went to her room to change for work. Meanwhile, Anton just kept generating more and more intrusive and unproductive thoughts. Finally, he tried to repeat the dose: he grabbed a bottle, took a sip, closed the cap, and brought it to his target.
Knock Knock — he knocked on his stepmother's door, who took off her pajamas.
— What is it, Anton? I'm busy right now! — the redhead informed, while removing her underwear.
"I just came to ask if you're thirsty," the young man asked, shamelessly.
— No, thank you. I just had coffee — she stated, with her warm voice.
Frustrated, he returned to the kitchen and reviewed the events. Would it be something unique and unrepeatable? Or maybe there was something else in the water? After all, what was that voice?
Anton was once again lost in thought. Focused, his eyes searched for some clue, some information that could add to his hypotheses. It was then that he focused on the bottle itself: what could there be besides water? What could be there? He noticed a small amount of saliva that would naturally remain at the mouth of the bottle.
— Really?! — Astonished, he asked himself.
Knowing that Rachel would soon leave, Anton changed his strategy. It was time to go to class. With hurried steps, he dashed off to his prestigious school. With the longest stride he had ever managed in his entire life, he arrived ten minutes late, sweating like an animal, exhausted, and still had to listen to a lecture—which didn't excite him at all. Even so, he walked through the hallways, grabbed his materials from the locker, and headed to the second floor.where his classmates were.
He opened the door slowly. The sound of the wood creaking on the floor drew more attention than he would have liked. Eyes were staring directly at him—all eyes, including those of Professor Thompson, who taught Chemistry. He had interrupted the class in the middle of a review on chemical equilibrium.
With his nerves on edge, he went to his desk. There, he came across a figure sitting casually: short golden hair, snow-white skin, beautiful emerald eyes, and a slightly pink mouth that seemed to hypnotize him—especially with the memories of his "dream" with his stepmother still vivid.
"This is my place," he stated in a hollow voice.
"Sorry, I didn't understand!" the girl replied, tucking her blond locks behind her ear.
"This is my place," she repeated, raising her tone. Very graciously, she stood up and went to the area near Professor Thompson, who, because of Anton's delay, forced him to help her during the break. Unable to express an opinion, the boy just accepted. After all, it would be the perfect chance to test another of his hypotheses — and right with Thompson, the most feared teacher in every sense. If it really worked, it could be a turning point in his life. But until then, he would face a long and boring Chemistry class. And to make matters worse, as time passed, it seemed to become slower and slower, the clock seemed to take two minutes to complete a revolution, and to make matters worse, murmurs began about all sorts of things, about the supposed rudeness with which he had addressed the young woman who sat in his place, about his appearance when he arrived sweaty, even his fetid odor that he gave off, largely due to his extreme physical effort, was one of the topics of these third-party conversations. The boy remained with his head down, lost in thoughts, this time not scattered like before, but organized as a linear strategy of how to complete his test. He even heard the terrible comments, but that would not affect him. And after this long period the alarm rang.
- Okay guys! Don't forget to study for the test next week!!! Nathan, don't run! You're not 13 anymore!!! - With a clear tone of authority she wasted her voice over the room, which barely listened to her, except for the young man who stayed to help her as she asked.
- Anton! I need you to carry this briefcase and that atomic model to the laboratory, I need to prepare the lesson for the next group. - She asked cautiously, without wasting a drop of saliva.
With a smile on his face, Anton followed and did as she asked, carrying the weight of the atomic model, in addition to carrying the briefcase on his forearm, and with strong strides, maximum effort along a tiring flight of stairs, they finally reached their destination, a laboratory at the end of the first floor corridor, a place rarely visited during the break, usually because of ghost stories, or simply because this is where Thompson spends most of his time.
- Anton, leave everything on that table there! - The teacher ordered in a hoarse and arrogant voice, but the boy still did as she was asked. Silence took over the scene, only the soft sound of his pen correcting the tests, cautiously, but the quiet boy looked for the gap he needed.
- Would you like a sip of water? I saw that your voice is a little hoarse. - With a simple and polite proposal, he took his first step, creating a situation that was difficult to suspect of any ulterior motives. The rigid expression she had while correcting the tests on the table, turns into a brief smile. She doesn't say anything, but she gladly accepts a sip from the boy's bottle.
Without making a sound, the moment she drank her drink her throat felt a great relief. And there in those white walls, the grumpy and beautiful Latina remained silent, as if she were sleeping with her eyes open, it seemed like a state of maximum neutrality.
-"My throat is causing problems as always, I should stop screaming" - Anton heard loud and clear, but clearly she didn't say those words, but the underestimated beauty with short hair that looked like it had been painted directly with charcoal.
-"I... can... hear her thoughts?!" - Surprised he exclaimed - "Yesterday, I managed to convince Rachel, do you think..." - The young man asked.
- Turn around! - He raised his tone, ordering the beauty with tanned skin, who obeyed calmly, without even thinking if she should do it, as Rachel had done before.
Anton was very excited, his breathing was heavy and fast, with a surprising sight, the greatness of his teacher's rear, who was wearing a long black skirt that hid her feminine "qualities" well. Using his hands to caress the fleshy immensity of her lower parts, with gentle movements he lifted the skirt to her waist, revealing a brown underwear with black details like her threads and darkened.
The young man's face would never come so close to an erotic female member, feeling a sweet and attractive aroma he pulls the last defense of the member, and the vision of the member writhing gently, a beauty so intimate never before, not even dreamed of by any student, and now precisely the most humiliated of them had conquered that masterful vision, giving him a glorious photo in a quick movement to immortalize that scene.
-"I need to breathe calmly, Rachel's voice was getting weaker until she came to her senses..."
- he remembered the recent events, and went back to arranging Thompson's clothes to their original positions.
- Mrs. Thompson, tell me what you think of me? - He asked with a clear innocent hope, but unfortunately what he heard only made him hang his head once more.
-"You are a disgusting, perverted, smelly fat man and yet you insist on being an ignorant idiot, a complete useless" - He heard in his mind, but it was at that moment that anger took over him.
- Fuck you! You're just like them! You were just pretending to protect me... you... bitch, respect me! - He shouted, possessed, with tears in his eyes, he had an idea of revenge, he raised his hand and slapped his teacher's buttocks hard as if he were pouring out his problems, at least a little, to the Latina who remained in a trance-like state.
- You love this, don't you? We should do this more often, don't you think? - he asked amid ironies, as an answer he heard.
- "Yes, I think we should do this more often" - he answered with his voice starting to get smaller, this answer made his spanking seem like it, and with a mixture of surprise and shock the young man questioned what that meant, he might have just discovered some new characteristic of this ability of his.
And since this was already a test, he noticed the decrease in the volume of her voice in his head.
- What do you think about calling me as a kind of helper during breaks? - asked the young man, a little more confident at the moment, a cold expression on his face.
- "I think I need a helper...to...help me...during the break" - With her voice almost disappearing she confirms, but it was still just an idea, Anton had never tested if it would really work and so the Latina "woke up".
The brief silence is overshadowed by her sudden aggressive tone, with a clearly irritated look, she recovered from that humiliating pose, feeling an immense burning sensation in her lower parts. She approaches a frightened Anton who was not sure of anything, who knows she remembered everything that happened and now irritated wanted to retaliate, or maybe she simply became more sincere about her interactions with him.
- Anton! - she expresses, with a more velvety voice.
- What?! - Still scared, but taken by an unusual comfort he calms down. - You are strong enough, and you know how to at least support the weight of these models we have, I would like to know if you would accept being my helper. - She asks, but before an answer could be formulated - It doesn't have to be every day, or even every period, just when it's your class period if you prefer.
- I accept, if you prefer I always accept to help you during breaks, what do you think? - With an extremely happy face, he surprises her with this direct answer.
- So to start, make me a coffee! - she orders immediately, and he does it calmly without much trouble, the girl realizes that there is something different with him, but without knowing it she just continues her work correcting the tests, until the end of the break.
The rest of the classes continue normally, with slightly more interesting classes like math, grammar and foreign languages. Anton was ecstatic, however the clock showed noon, there is still a lot of time that can be used on another target, a certain character with red hair…
To be continued...