Anna and Valen

Breath catching in her throat, Anna’s knees went weak and she had to lean against the lockers to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

“Are you okay?” Valen asked, concerned look on his face as he slid an arm around her mid back to steady her.

Anna had felt Veronica’s climax, the tremendous release of sexual energy creating a powerful wave radiating out form her house in all directions. She knew the others could not feel it, or even detect it, but she could and it was staggering, triggering a response in her own body.

Leaning into Valen, she tilted her head and kissed him on his downy cheek.

He paused, turning his head to look at her, lips parting slightly as he leaned his head forward. Twisting in his arm, she put her hand to his head and drew him down, engaging him fully on the mouth, her tongue snaking out and seeking his in his mouth, her hand moving down over his chest and across his stomach.

“Hey, hey there now you two,” said the voice of Mr. Peabody, one of the school’s physical education teachers who just happened to be passing by when the pair stopped to kiss.

Anna broke from Valen, turning her head to glower at the teacher, her eyes blazing menacingly.

He chuckled and shook his head, then took an involuntary step backward when he saw the glow in her eyes.

Anna growled and slapped an open hand against the locker, striking it with enough force to actually leave an impression of her hand in the enameled metal.

The teacher shook his head, grinning, but the expression was one of nervousness rather than mirth. “What, what’s going on here?” he asked.

She could smell the fear on him, seeping through the pores on his fit body.

The warning buzzer sounded, alerting students to get to their classes.

Mr. Peabody cleared his throat, “Alright, you should get to your class,” he said looking from side to side as other students hustled to get to where they needed to be.

Moving in close to the teacher, Anna place a hand on his chest, spreading her fingers apart. It would be such a simple thing to simply pull the beating heart from his chest and show it to him for his impudent interruption.

As if aware on some subliminal or instinctive level of his proximity to death, his skin went ashen and he began to tremble, peeing himself in the process.

“Anna?” Valen said, touching her on the shoulder.

Withdrawing her hand from the teacher’s chest, she held his eyes in hers a moment before turning back to look at Valen, smile appearing on her face.

“Ah, we should go,” he said, awash in a sea of conflicting emotions.

“Alright,” she said, letting him pull her away.

Mr. Peabody slumped down to his knees, burying his face in his hands as he wept uncontrollably.

“We have history with Mr. Collins next,” Valen stated.

“No,” she refuted, shaking her head. “He is no longer teaching, I have him here in my purse.”

Valen chuckled, “Did you say he was in your purse?” he asked, arching a confused eyebrow.

“Yes,” she replied.

Shaking his head, Valen gave her an inquisitive look. “There is something totally different about you,” he said.

She frowned, “Different bad?” she asked, eyes narrowing, emotion blunting her senses.

He grinned, “No, just different,” he said.

“Come,” she said, taking his hand, “let’s go to under the bleachers,” she invited.

“But,” he murmured, offering no resistance as she easily pulled him along.

Leading him out of the school and under the back of the bleachers along the sports field, she turned him and pushed him back against one of the metal support braces, kissing him hard on the mouth.

“Anna,” he whispered breathlessly when she broke contact, “we can’t.”

“We can do whatever we want,” she purred.

“It totally smells like weed out here,” he commented, looking left than right.

“Don’t worry about it,” she assured, ripping the belt away from his pants, spinning his body in the process.

“Anna,” he blurted. Through the haze of her heat, she could detect his self-doubt, his battered self-esteem inhibiting him. Though she knew it was easy enough to wipe these things from him, she knew it would alter him, change him from who he was and she didn’t want that.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, trying to calm him. Putting her right hand in his pants, he was fully erect as she circled her fingers around him. Suddenly he began to ejaculate, copiously, body convulsing and twitching, eyes rolling back into his head. Then he passed out.

She grinned and shook her head. Still holding him upright with her left hand, she pulled her right hand free, the sticky mess bringing a smile to her face before she wiped on the front of his t-shirt. She hadn’t anticipated this and the fact she was surprised filled her with a sense of delight and amusement, however, it did nothing to slake the need she felt.

She didn’t want to leave him here. The smile on her face brightened as an idea occurred to her. She had made him come, it seemed only fair he return the favor. Tapping him on the forehead with her right index finger, he instantly began to shrink, his clothes falling away. When he was done, he lay in the palm of her left hand.

Opening the button on her snug faded denim jeans, she undid the zipper, wiggling her hips to draw them down some. Slipping her thumb into the elastic waistband at the front of her panties, she pulled them out, arching her hips in the process. Sliding him carefully inside, she positioned him so that he was lying vertically along the length of the groove in her moistened sex. Releasing the elastic, refastened her pants, gyrating her hips to make sure he was fitted properly. He would be safe there. Smiling, she walked out from under the bleachers and back toward the school.