The Class Nerd

Victoria June’s on the phone bitching to her girlfriend about this creep who won’t stop showing up wherever she is. When she sees the time she hangs up, rushes to change, and heads out in tiny lingerie that barely covers her big tits. Justin Hunt is waiting. She freezes, then fires off every curse she knows—how the hell does he know she works here? He grins and says it’d be a real shame if everyone at college found out too. Cornered, she asks what he wants. A massage. Nothing else. She keeps her clothes on. He strips, lies down. She pours gel on his back, kneeling so close she can feel the heat coming off him. Grossed out, she just wants it done, but when she moves down to his thighs he flips over, cock standing straight up, throbbing, inches from her face. She snaps her head away, tells him to rinse off so they can finish. He steps into the shower and asks if she’s joining. She stares, wondering how her life went off the rails, until he says he’s “allergic” to her top. No choice—she peels it off, big tits out, steps in with him. He starts stroking himself, and she orders him onto the mat so they can get this over with. She dumps more gel across his chest and thighs, but barely touches him. He calls her out. Annoyed, she straddles him, sliding her body over his. That’s when she feels it—perfect length, thick, rock-hard—and the part of her that should be disgusted lights up instead. Weirdo or not, she wants him inside her.