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It’s a strange question. Why is she asking? Does she want me to stay? Or is that a diplomatic way of telling me to fuck off?

“I can,” is all I come up with.

She wraps her arms around herself as though trying to hold herself together. It makes her look even more vulnerable. “See you around then,” she says, and ducks underneath the tree, walking toward me.

I close my eyes as a waft of her perfume hits me. The vanilla scent stands out in the musty woods. Just as she passes, her hand grazes mine. She could have gone around me. But she seemed to make a point to touch me in this small way.

Why?

And why did my skin tingle from the feel of her cold fingers?

It’s the strangest thing I’ve experienced in my life—and that’s saying something.





Chapter Five


Number Eight: The Ford

June 6, 2014 (Three months ago)

I honestly hadn’t planned this. Francesca, the Ford, had been eyeing me in debate all evening, and I’d returned the glance from time to time. But I certainly didn’t expect to have her bent over the sink later that same night in the faculty bathroom at the high school.

I wouldn’t have thought that kind of thing happened in real life—I mean, it was a dream come true. If I would’ve known joining the debate team would guarantee easy access to all kinds of pussy, I would’ve signed up so much sooner.

I made a mental note to carry condoms at all times, and gave Francesca extra points for spontaneity. She was definitely a Fusion rather than your ordinary Focus: you’d never look at her twice, but once you took her for a ride, you couldn’t help but be surprised that for a mid-size vehicle she had one hell of an EcoBoost engine.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t respect these girls—I did. I respected them over and over and over again.

We both got something out of the arrangement: They got a chance to experience the thing all their girlfriends were talking about (because I knew exactly how much they talked about all of my many attributes), and I got another chance to perfect my exceptional extracurricular skills.

Which is exactly what I needed if I wanted to prove to Miss Shields—Katie—that I could be the man for her.

I stared into the mirror at my reflection with a smirk. Francesca threw her head back as I brought her to orgasm, but I covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream.

She was really pretty.

Definitely a Fusion.

Too bad all I wanted was a Jaguar.





Chapter Six


The next day at school after my random run-in with the mystery girl in the woods, I walk through the halls in a daze. My mind can’t focus on anything—not on Miss Shields or the debate topic or my classes. All I can see is a gorgeous face with mascara running down her cheeks. A simple touch in a darkened building.

The seventh period bell rings, and just as I make it out to my car, I remember that it’s Tuesday and I have to meet with the debate team to research our topic.

What was our topic again?

I’ve got to snap out of this!

I swing by the restroom on my way to the English department to check my hair, and as I reach the library, I turn the corner to find my seat.

The library is in the center of the school, and all of the bookshelves are low, keeping an open view of four hallways that lead to it.

All voices hush as soon as I enter, and I see the girls whispering. Out of reflex, my eyes search for Miss Shields, but she’s not here yet.

After finding a few discussions online about same-sex classrooms, I scan the information and know which stance to take. Most of the conclusions to these debate subjects are so obvious; it’s painful to have to explain my reasoning to anyone. But it’s worth it for Katie.

I stand from my seat and pan the room. Miss Shields is walking down the hallway toward the library, and the swing in her hips makes me instantly hard.

I imagine that the reason she slows her pace is to make sure I’m taking in every second of the sexual tension between us. She’s wearing dark stockings, and a red and white polka-dot dress. The buttons that keep the dress together are straining over her ample tits. In my fantasy, Katie puts her finger in her mouth and sucks, simulating what she wants to do to my aching cock. My eyes home in on the white lace bra that’s just barely visible. I wonder if her nipples are hard, and what they would taste like when I teased them with my tongue.

Miss Shields reaches the library and stands at the edge of the carpet, folding her arms over her chest. She turns to speak to a student I hadn’t noticed had entered just behind her.

I don’t see her right away, because my gaze is fixed on Miss Shields’s ass. But then a small movement catches my eye—a slight flick of long, dark hair—and I turn to focus on the pretty face behind Miss Shields’s shoulder.