Travis walked into Melody's classroom and took his usual seat, watching as she animatedly discussed an album she had listened to the day before. Her enthusiasm was infectious, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she shared her favorite tracks and lyrics. He found himself lost in her energy, wondering what had compelled him to come here today. Maybe it was just the desire to see her; after all, he had developed a bit of a crush on her.
"I guess that's the reason," he thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he listened to her chatter.
"Hey, Travis," he heard someone call his name from beside him. Turning to look, he was surprised to see Missy.
"Hey, Missy, right?" he replied, a bit taken aback.
"Yeah, I can't believe you still remember me," she said, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
"How could I forget such a cute face? How have you been?" he asked, genuinely interested.
"Horny as hell, but good though," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation. "I like your new look; it really suits you. Though I didn't mind your nerd look from before." Her gaze was seductive, and he felt a rush of nostalgia mixed with something more.
"She's always been trying to get in my pants. I was so dense back then," he thought, realizing how oblivious he'd been.
"Really? Thanks! You also look good in that outfit," he complimented, feeling more confident.
"Give me your number, please. I want to text you all night while I touch myself," she said, her tone bold and teasing.
"Sure," he replied, a grin spreading across his face as he typed in his number.
Moments later, his phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at it and found a mirror picture of Missy squatting in sexy underwear, her playful smile daring him to respond.
"Cute," he thought, a mix of amusement and intrigue swirling in his mind.
He didn't respond to the text, which only intensified her desire for him. "I will have your cock shoved inside me by the end of this semester," she thought, a wicked smile creeping onto her lips.
Roxxy and Becca watched him and Missy chatting together, their expressions a mix of amusement and envy. Becca grinned and leaned closer to Roxxy, her voice laced with mischief.
"She finally got her hands on that nerd. I'm sure she'll have his cock down her throat by tomorrow," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Roxxy nodded, a chuckle escaping her lips. "I'm sure it's small, so she won't have any problems slurping that down," she replied, her laughter infectious.
"Not so sure about that. Don't you remember what happened yesterday during gym class? You saw that thing, right?" Becca challenged, raising an eyebrow as she recalled the memory.
Roxxy's mind flickered back to the gym, where they had witnessed an unexpected sight. "Oh yeah," she thought.
"I knew I had forgotten something when I got home. This nerd is packing heat."
"Yeah, now I remember. But I still find him gross, don't you?" Roxxy replied, shaking her head as if trying to erase the image from her mind.
"I totally do! Can't even imagine having his cock in my mouth. Will it even fit?" Becca asked, her tone light but laced with genuine curiosity, laughter bubbling up as she spoke.
"I don't know. I'm sure you'd choke while trying to deep throat that," Roxxy said, her laughter spilling over as she leaned against the wall for support.
"I know, right?" Becca replied, her smile wide, but there was a flicker of contemplation behind her eyes.
As their laughter subsided, a heavy silence enveloped them, leaving them alone with their thoughts.
"That doesn't sound bad, honestly," they both pondered, a subtle realization dawning that they might be more intrigued than they'd ever admit.
Eve and Mia, seated behind Travis, were frowning with frustration etched across their faces.
"I can't believe this thot got his number so fast," Eve huffed, crossing her arms in irritation.
"Right? Like, does she not realize how much mental preparation I had to go through just to ask for his number?" Mia replied, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"Guess that's the benefit of being a girl with five bodies already. Let's promise to give Travis our firsts and no one else," Eve suggested, a mix of determination and competitive spirit in her tone.
"Agreed," Mia replied, nodding emphatically.
This was their first, but certainly not the last time they'd find common ground. As the days unfolded, they began to realize that Travis didn't plan on choosing between them; instead, he wanted them both equally. The realization sparked an unexpected camaraderie between the two, each recognizing that they would have to navigate this tangled web of emotions and desires together.
Time passed quickly, and school was finally out. Travis gathered his belongings and met up with Erik, which worked out perfectly as they walked back to his house together. As they strolled, Travis noticed a black sedan steadily trailing behind them. He didn't want to act like he noticed, so he casually focused on the conversation instead.
"Hmm, tomorrow is the day they come over," he thought, trying to shake off the unease creeping in at the back of his mind.
They arrived at Erik's place, and Travis settled into his room, watching as Erik immersed himself in his video games. After a while, he joined in, the two of them laughing and enjoying the playful competition. Eventually, Travis remembered the book he had tucked beneath his bed and decided it was time to head home.
On his way out, he ran into Tammy, who was dressed in her stunning yoga outfit. She exuded a subtle, seductive aura that inexplicably ignited a spark of arousal within him.
"Travis, what a surprise! It's been a while since I've seen you hanging out with Erik," she said, a playful lilt in her voice.
"Yeah, I guess schoolwork has made it hard for us to hang out," he replied, trying to sound casual while fighting the heat rising to his cheeks.
"Yes, I suppose it has. Well, it was nice seeing you. Next time, you better stay for dinner, okay, champ?" she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
He nodded, feeling a mix of flattery and embarrassment as he left. As he walked out, Tammy watched him, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Is it me, or is he getting better-looking every time I see him?" she thought, a sense of intrigue bubbling within her.
TO BE CONTINUED