In the Last Chapter…
With Kevin’s help, Robyn sneaks into a party, and gets to mingle with Jordan. Unfortunately, his attitude towards women creeps her out, and she flips from wanting to get closer to him, to wanting to confront him. He agrees to talk to her in private, and after her protesting that him and his friends are being awful, Jordan agrees to help her out by convincing a friend to stop sharing around his non-consenting ex’s nudes. But in exchange for that promise, he gets Robyn to perform oral sex on him, and say things she would never say. Kevin’s not thrilled, and Robyn quickly realizes that Jordan is expecting her to please him whenever he wants it…
And just like that, I traded in one problem for another. I knew that even in my wildest fantasies, Jordan wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with me, but I kind of expected that to be the only complication. Instead, I got a way different complication. Jordan was fine being seen with me around school, at social events, anywhere… but he always expected something from me.
And I found myself unable to say no to him anytime he wanted anything.
Every time Jordan saw me at sports games, it was a guarantee that my throat muscles were going to get a good workout. I hope poor Ben didn’t suspect anything, or hear anything. Every time we were at the same social gathering (which, thank God, wasn’t that often), Jordan would find a room for us to sneak off so he could drain his balls on my face. Jordan, of course, would sneak right back to the event, leaving me to clean myself up. Worse, it didn’t make me any less attracted to him. Even worse, the little devil in my ear was telling me that if I felt this good doing anything like this for Jordan, maybe I should just accept that.
I couldn’t have that. I needed to tell him off, once and for all. So, I met with him the one place I knew I was for sure safe, even if I wanted to do anything – school. English class was the one class I had with him, so it was the one time I needed to strike.
Even so, I didn’t really think about it much during class itself. This was rapidly becoming the one time of day I could actually speak to Kathy, and even still, the conversations seemed to always be about…
“Matthew,” she sighed dreamily. “You know he took me to a roller rink this weekend? A fucking roller rink! I didn’t even know they still existed! And oh my God, Robyn, he was so good, you should have seen him.”
Internally, I sighed. Externally, my smile grew. “That’s so crazy!” I told her, perhaps the third time this conversation I said that exact sentence. “What about you, did you fall? I bet it’s hard when you’re just starting out.”
“Girl, I didn’t fall, I ate shit,” she laughed. “That’s the tough thing about roller skating. Don’t even get me started on roller blading. Matthew was blading, I was skating. The difference is-”
The bell rang and I held up a finger, instantly giving Kathy an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry, I gotta go,” I told her, not waiting for her response before running up to Jordan. Thank fuck I did that, because even though it took mere seconds, by the time I got to him, he was nearly halfway out of the class.
“We need to talk,” I told him sternly, avoiding looking him in the eye.
“Why?” he simply asked.
“Because we need to,” I insisted.
He rolled his eyes. “Give me a reason or I’m leaving,” he told me impatiently.
Why the fuck did I have to be weak for this guy in particular? Luckily, it seemed like both Kathy and Kevin had left by now, so I didn’t need to worry about saving face. “If you want me to touch you ever again I want to talk about a few things,” I whispered with purpose to the little fucker. The little fucker who towered over me, looked at me with those piercing eyes, and was… slowly smiling in response to what I was saying.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” he teased, then started walking. “Follow me.”
My feet started moving, but I couldn’t have looked anything less than baffled. Did he plan for this? He already had an idea of where to meet? This was strange, but I guess it was never a dull moment with Jordan.
We walked along the lockers until he got to Zuke’s. Zuke was the assistant to the Student Council President, and was a short guy with an expressive face. Jordan didn’t even bother to say hello, and lightly shoved Zuke into the door of his locker.
“God~!” Zuke exclaimed, turning around. “Wh- what?! A simple ‘hey Zuke’ would do!”
“Is the office unlocked?” Jordan asked him evenly.
“Get a cell phone and just text me next time,” Zuke chided him. “Bee just finished in there. Go nuts.” Jordan started walking away and Zuke scoffed. “If he could shoot half as well as he shoves, maybe Hazelwood’s basketball team could win a game every so often.”
“Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Zuke turned to me with a weird look. “Oh, you saw that, huh?” he asked nonchalantly, his look relaxing. “Embarrassing. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the boys’ bathrooms, killing myself.” With that, he swiftly closed his locker and walked off. I guess that was a ‘yes.’
I shook my head and jogged to catch up with Jordan, who was walking with utmost purpose to wherever ‘the office’ was. Eventually, he made his way to the ground floor and walked over to Room 203. Ahh, the student council office. I remembered it from Kevin’s little meeting.
Still, I needed to play dumb, at least a little. I followed him inside. “What’s this room for?” I asked.
“Close the door,” he ordered.
Asshole. I folded my arms. “What’s this room for?” I repeated.
“It’s the student council office. Close the door,” he replied emphatically.
“Do you just get off on being a dick or something?” I asked, not moving. “Like, what, does it give you pleasure or something?”
He looked at me with a blank face and shrugged. “I’m direct,” he answered simply.
“Directly a dick,” I huffed, unfolding my arms and closing the door. He leaned against the desk at the front as I approached him. “Look, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“What, us meeting here?” he asked.
“No, just us. Period. It’s really weird, and I don’t like how every time we’re in the same place, I end up…” I fell quiet. “…doing things to you.”
Jordan laughed. “You’re not doing shit to me,” he defiantly stated.
“No, like, I’m suc- ugh… Every time we end up in the same room together, you ask me to do, like, sexual stuff, and I feel pressured into saying yes,” I told him. “It feels too weird. I’m not really like that, and-”
A chuckle from Jordan broke my concentration. “What was that?” I asked, and Jordan just shrugged. “No, seriously, what was that?”
Jordan shifted in place and looked around the room, still oozing confidence. “Yes you are like that,” he confidently told me, swaggering over to me. “People talk ‘round this school. You like to have fun. I like to have fun.” He stopped next to me and put his hand on the back of my neck. “Is there a problem?”
Fuck. My poor pussy throbbed. How did he know my neck was a really sensitive area? “Yes,” I replied despite myself. His hand was now massaging the back of my neck. “Jordan, of course I’m really attracted to you, but that doesn’t change how sucking your god damn dick every time I’m in the same room with you makes me uncomfortable. And if I tell you it makes me uncomfortable, you need to stop.”
“You’re the one doin’ it,” he countered, still looking right into my eyes, still rubbing my neck. “I’m just asking whether you wanna.”
I chuckled in opposition. “You are not just asking and you know it,” I accused.
“Okay, what else am I saying?” His other hand went to my curves, holding onto the side of my stomach.
I blushed and rolled my eyes. “It’s not what you’re saying, dumbass. It’s what y-” I paused, lightly moaning from his thumb massaging a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. “It’s that. It’s touching me and thinking you can touch me and turning me on and making me feel like I need to give in and shit,” I explained flusteredly.
He chuckled. “You’re blaming me for wanting it? Sounds like a you problem.”
“It’s a me problem that you cause,” I told him. “In fact – you know what?” Aching with need, wanting nothing more than for him to keep touching me, I shooed both of his hands off of me. “Hands off. It shouldn’t even be a big deal, right? You can find some other girl to make you want you, right?”
Jordan’s hands were nearly frozen in place. Slowly, his hands went back to him, then his arms folded across his chest. “So now you’re being difficult.”
“I’m not – actually, you know what? Sure. I’m being difficult, Jordan. What now?”
He stared at me for a bit, then shook his head, sighing, eyeing the floor. “I made Mitchell delete those pictures, you know. And he didn’t wanna.”
“I blew you what, five times? If this is a transaction for you, then I’d say we’re even.” I stood my ground, folding my own arms to mirror him. The air in Room 203 practically crackled with tension.
His lip twitched. Finally, he opened his mouth up and spoke. “I can do more, you know,” he admitted. “That deleting nudes shit was the tip of the iceberg.”
I tried not to let anything show on my face. The mask was slipping. Jordan was letting his inner Prettyboy show. Kevin’s words of caution echoed in my mind. I didn’t want to lose the high ground, but I also didn’t want to show my full hand. I needed to be careful here. I already called him Prettyboy once. If he knew, he knew. If he didn’t, I’d gain nothing by telling him everything I knew.
“I’ve heard, yeah.”
More importantly, this was Jordan getting down to my level. Before, he was so used to me coming to him. He had me wrapped around his little finger. Now, the guy was bargaining with me. And that told me something I didn’t even consider: this guy wanted me around him way more than I thought. I honestly thought I was just one of his cute little bitches, one of several sluts that would do his bidding. Now? I wasn’t sure.
…Was I special?
He sighed again. “So what? This is goodbye?”
I softened. “No, it’s not goodbye,” I told him. “I’m not saying I want to, like, stop. I’m just saying… this power shit… it’s too weird for me. I’m happy to do stuff with you, but I wanna be comfortable doing it too, y’know?”
“I don’t do soft shit,” he warned. “You already know more about me than most girls.”
I nodded diligently. I got the hint. “I promise, everything I know about you, from you or from Ke- um, from any rumors, I keep to myself.” I paused. “All I want is for this to feel like I want it too, not just like you leading me to do things and me going all, ‘okay, I guess.’”
Jordan chuckled in disbelief. “Shit, Robyn, I’m not a mind-reader,” he protested.
“I know. That’s why you have to listen,” I pointed out. “And, like, I’ll try to listen too. I’m listening to how you like your privacy, and I promise to keep it.”
“So… what, I ask and shit? That’s not me,” Jordan protested, unfolding his arms and tapping his foot.
“You don’t have to ask, but I don’t have to do anything,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes. “You never had to do anything,” he huffed. “But sure. Whatever. I’ll play your game. But I’m not asking directly.”
My brow furrowed in confusion. “Okay…” I replied slowly. “How would you ask then?”
His hand returned to the back of my neck, instantly hitting the sweet spot, right as he answered, “Like this.” His other hand found my stomach, but this time, instead of going right to my side, it snaked in under my shirt and around my waist. This time, when he was holding me, there was no shirt in the way. This time, he was touching my skin directly. And this time, it was even more effective.
“Oh wow, fuck…” I couldn’t help but moan, instantly under his spell again. Fuck, was I this weak? Was I just this weak for him? What even made him have this power over me? It was like, the instant he touched me, I was part of his world, and would do anything to make sure I would never leave.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in his powerful, smug voice.
Fuck, he was good. Well fucking played, Jordan. “Ngh…” I moaned, barely able to see straight. “Fuck no.”
“Good,” he replied smugly, and guided me to a nearby wall, close to the door. As long as we weren’t within eyesight of that door’s window, we were in the clear. No one would come in, and no one would see us. Jordan walked over to the door to make sure it was closed and locked, which gave me enough time to clear my head. Of course, when he walked back over, all of my thoughts left my head again, leaving me as the dumb bimbo I’m sure Jordan wanted me to be.
When he walked back over, he looked me in the eyes and chuckled, before grabbing me by the waist and diving into my neck, lips first. I honestly thought Jordan would never go for my neck or my lips, and just make me blow him forever. I was dead wrong. I felt my body nearly go limp the moment his lips made contact with my sensitive neck, so I just leaned against the wall and just moaned.
Jordan’s hand traveled confidently down my waist, going lower and lower until his right hand stopped. His left hand dared to go on, traveling into my pants… I gasped. His hand slowed down as it touched the beginnings of my pubic hair. I’d let guys do this to me before but Jordan was different. I wasn’t even aware he was going to touch me there at all. I looked at him, knowing there was fear in my eyes. I wanted him to keep going so badly.
I never thought I would get to feel Jordan’s fingers approaching my womanhood, and yet I could close my eyes and still feel them, slowly inching their way towards the neediest part of me. I bit my lip, accepting how I must have looked in front of Jordan. As if he read my mind, he pulled back from kissing my neck and looked deep into my eyes, no doubt sensing my fear and lust. As if he wasn’t hot enough, he kept looking into my eyes as his fingers traveled lower and lower, until eventually, he middle finger made contact with my clit.
I almost jumped at the contact. I didn’t dare look away from him, fearful yet daring him with my eyes to keep going. And slowly, then with a quickening pace, keep going he did. I dumbly assumed that a self-centered asshole like Jordan wouldn’t ever know what he was doing, but unfortunately for me, it was like he memorized a map of my body or something. He began to gently touch and encircle my clit in ways the boys I’d been with could only dream of knowing, and right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he switched tactics and slipped one, then two, fingers inside me.
My moans were shameless. Here I was, thinking I would get the upper hand on Jordan today, and instead, I was getting finger-fucked inside the damn school. I was his. I was his. I was his. There was no denying it. I moaned his name and ground my hips to match his fingers’ movements. All the while, Jordan would just look at me, drinking in the image of me being completely helpless. Fuck what I was saying before – I would do whatever he wanted if it meant getting to feel like this every day.
Jordan could even sense when I was about to reach my breaking point, too. Right as I felt my orgasm approach, Jordan gave this hypnotic little chuckle and began kissing my neck again. I couldn’t help but moan to the sun and stars as my orgasm rippled through me, taking me to new heights. Jordan did all this with his fucking fingers – I needed his cock inside me as soon as possible.
As my orgasm calmed down, Jordan gently pulled his fingers out from inside me and slowly wiped them on my leg, before retrieving his hand out of my pants. “You good?” he simply asked.
I was still breathing heavily. I could barely focus my eyes on him, but I just looked at him and nodded like a good girl, panting and biting my lip. I could only imagine how needy and dumb my eyes looked at that moment.
He chuckled again. “Cool,” he replied, then smirked. “So, you like being asked shit, not told, right?”
I nodded, almost fearful.
He took my hand and guided it to his raging erection, snaking down his jeans. “Are we done here or nah?”
I could feel the warmth radiating through the denim. Fuck… I looked down and saw his huge, throbbing cock, aching to be released from its cotton prison. I could even make out its damn shape through his pants. I was transfixed.
“W-we’re already late for class…” I protested weakly.
He smiled. “If we’re already in trouble, what’s the harm?”
I glanced towards the door. I didn’t realize it, but I was still rubbing the outline of his cock through his jeans. “And… and no one will come in?”
Jordan just shrugged, keeping his smile. “Who knows?” he asked with a laugh, already pushing me down onto my knees.
I didn’t resist. My cheeks burned. I felt like such a useless slut, a slut that couldn’t even stand up for herself, metaphorically or literally. And even still, when Jordan’s thick cock emerged from his pants, I barely emitted more than a needy moan before giving the base of his cock my first lick. Then again, then again. Before I knew it, I had engulfed the whole damn thing in my mouth, and Jordan was gladly holding on to the back of my head, thrusting into my face.
I wanted to look up at his face, but with the way he was fucking my mouth, I actually wasn’t able to see anything. I closed my eyes, feeling ashamed to know how good it felt. Maybe I just was a slut all along. Obviously, I had a crush on Jordan, so of course I would love this, but… being his personal plaything was really hot too. And it’s not like it was a long time since Matthew. Maybe this was what I needed. It sure felt like what I wanted. I took control, moving my hands to his hips and taking the cock out of my mouth, jacking it off and looking him right in the eye, daring him to cum on my face.
He was glad to take that dare. Jordan looked me right in the eyes and for a second, for a brief delicious moment, his look softened. His confident smirk gave way to a wince of pleasure as he shot his load all over my awaiting face, right here at fucking school. I had just jacked off Jordan Miller, the hottest guy in school, and got him to cum on my face, right here on school grounds. My life was fucking insane, and I was pretty sure I wanted more.
“Fuuuuck…” he moaned, enjoying the moment and slowly gaining back his confidence, bit by bit. It was crazy how I never even took anything off, but he still managed to both finger me to orgasm and make me feel like the biggest slut in school, all while I kept everything on. That was the kind of hot Jordan was. He was irresistible. Even now, I could feel his hot seed splashing onto my face, but I still smiled and loved the feeling. The warm gooiness, the way it made me feel depraved… it felt too good.
Jordan laughed. “You look good like that,” he told me.
I chuckled shyly. “Thanks,” I managed, then slowly closed my eyes, letting the feeling of his hot load on my face sink in. When I opened my eyes again, he was stuffing his dick back into his pants. I took the hint, getting to my feet and blushing profusely. Luckily, there was a roll of paper towels in one one of the cabinets, so I made quick work of drying my face.
I sensed he was about to leave, so I opened my mouth first. “Th-thanks for listening to me and asking,” I told him. “It was nice that you listened to me.”
Jordan had turned around to leave, but slowly looked back at me and smiled. “No prob,” he told me casually. “You good if I go to class?”
Another question. I was totally softening him up. “Yeah, I can look after myself,” I reassured him with the best voice I could put on. “You’re good.”
“Alright, cool,” he replied, walking out.
“See you, Prettyboy,” I couldn’t help but murmur right as he left. I said it quietly enough, but it was possible he heard me. It was possible he didn’t. Either way, he didn’t so much as react, but then again, he probably knew by now. And if he knew, that meant he didn’t care. After all, he hadn’t started some rumor around school that I was some psycho liar or something. And Kevin said Jordan would if I ever let him know I knew… Kevin was the real liar, if anything. Jordan liked our arrangement too much. He wouldn’t throw me under the bus like that. No way.
***
It was difficult to explain to Kevin what was going on. Too difficult. At some point, I stopped telling him about what was going on between myself and Jordan. On one level, he began caring a lot about whether Jordan was treating me right or not, which was definitely sweet. On another, I started to become embarrassed admitting to, I guess, my male best friend, that I was sucking dick in the student council office. I felt too slutty. Not the fun kind, but the kind that everyone judges and just decides to hate. I wasn’t like Taylor’s little gang of sluts. I was better than that. This was just a weakness, but people could see it the wrong way. I needed to keep it under wraps.
After a few days of me lying and saying there were no updates, he stopped asking altogether. He must have figured a guy like Jordan wouldn’t leave me with no updates for more than a week. And fuck, he was right. Jordan became, if anything, more needy. I was seeing his cock more regularly than I was seeing my own damn bed. Not that I was complaining, though; even though he was winning me over, he was actually asking. Once, as a test, I told him no, and he totally accepted, even though I was sucking on it an hour later. Oops.
But hey, I was fooling even The Fixer… or so I thought. One day, as I was walking to first period class, I walked by the main hallway, only to see Kevin walking to his first class alongside his twin, the General: Quinn. As I got close enough to hear them, it wasn’t Kevin talking, and talking with a stern tone… it was Quinn’s voice I heard.
“Doesn’t that mean she’s lying to you too? How often are you talking to her, anyway? You gotta know all eyes in the school are on her. Constantly.”
I froze in place, even as they kept walking and got closer. Holy fuck. Quinn knew. Quinn was informing his brother. He was speaking with authority I didn’t know he had. I’d seen him around since ninth grade, and I knew he never talked like that, with that tone, in class. Hell, he barely talked at all. Even if he wasn’t the General, he sure was helping Kevin.
Kevin got close to notice me and froze right back, looking at me unflinchingly. He never took his eyes off of me. Eventually, even Quinn himself followed Kevin’s eyes and looked at me, then looked at the people around me.
Was he observing them? Was he communicating that they all were watching me? Fuck, I didn’t know. What did they know? What did he know? Did they all think I was a slut? I had no fucking idea.
Class. Class. I needed to get to class. For all I knew, the whole school knew my secret and knew what I did. All eyes were on me, Quinn said so himself. Not allowing the moment to drag on one second longer, I turned and bolted. I needed to get to class. I needed to hide.
***
Kevin knew I needed to meet without me even needing to tell him. As soon as English class was over, he came to my desk, giving me a sympathetic smile but not saying a word.
“Can we help you?” Kathy asked him, weirded out that he was approaching our desks.
“It’s cool, Kathy,” I told her gently. “I, um, promised to help him with something.”
Kathy slowly looked from me to him. “Okay,” she conceded, getting up. “Lunch?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I told her with a patient smile. A “you’re sweet but get the fuck out of here” smile. Whether she got the message or not, she was out of there shortly after. My attention turned immediately to Kevin.
“What do you know?” I asked frantically.
“It had nothing to do with you, Robyn, it was about someone else,” he patiently explained.
“Bullshit!” I exclaimed, standing up. “All eyes in the school. On me? What?”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “Walk with me,” he ordered. What else could I do? I gathered my things and soon we were out of there, heading towards his locker.
“Remember when I said all this would happen?” Kevin asked, looking straight ahead. “This is why you don’t make things obvious. It’s not even an issue of, ‘does she know,’ it’s an issue of, like, ‘who else is she gonna blab to?’” We reached his locker and he started furiously unlocking his lock. “Hypothetically speaking, since Quinn was talking about someone else.”
Of course he was going to repeat that to cover his brother’s ass. I rolled my eyes, nearly audibly. “Who cares what Jordan thinks is the issue? You can’t take back a fuckin’ rumor.”
Kevin spared me a glance even as he opened his locker. “I’m almost surprised you care this much about your reputation, Robyn,” he told me. “Almost. Anyways, if you lay low, stop snooping around and stop trying to insist to us that you know and want in, maybe I can put in a good word with you.”
“With who, the whole school?!” I protested.
“Key people, yeah!” he argued back. “Some rumors can get squashed, with the right people giving the right counter-story. If you haven’t seen it before, you’re just not paying attention. Some gossip can just disappear overnight. It’s possible. And if I’m putting in the work, all I’m asking for in return is a little less of a headache from you. Arright?”
My mouth hung open. This was the most direct and… rude that Kevin had ever been to me. “That’s really rude,” I couldn’t stop saying. “You’re being a real asshole right now.”
He sighed and closed his locker. “Yeah, maybe,” he conceded. “I’m sorry. I’m just… under a lot of pressure right now. Look, you’re not the target of the school gossip. I can genuinely guarantee that, arright? You’re not on everyone’s minds, lips, not even in their line of sight. Zip. Nada. Promise. ‘Kay?” He got me to nod with him. “Cool. And even if there is stuff going on about you still doing stuff with Jordan—because let’s be honest, that shit didn’t stop, did it…?”
I eyed the floor and pouted, but eventually shook my head no.
“No. Obviously,” he replied. “So, even if there is, I can find it and I can counteract it. But in return, stop asking to join, and stop wanting to join. Do we have a deal there?”
He held out his hand and I stared at it. It was possible he was right. What if no one but Quinn knew and I was overreacting? But… Quinn still knew. About me. Private details Jordan should have kept to himself. Even if the school didn’t have their sights set on me, the Hazelwood Underground did. And that meant they were either intentionally keeping that info from Kevin for whatever reason, or…
…Or he knew way more than he was letting me believe.
Kevin was no longer my ticket into the Hazelwood Underground. That much became clear. He didn’t want to be a part of me getting in. But he already did enough by letting me know it existed. Quinn was someone I never spoke to, and besides, while it was clear he was well-connected to the whole school, he may not have been the general. Hell, he was singing like a bird in the damn hallway to Kevin. Maybe he was Canary or something. But Jordan… hell, even if Jordan started this shit, it’s because he knew. I just had to prove to him that I was worthy of his trust, and talented enough to be needed. And I knew for a fact he was in this little group. Jordan would become my ticket into this little group, and plus, I was clearly not going to stop with him anyway. If the times we even snuck away from class together was any indication, he didn’t want to be done with me either.
“Okay,” I admitted. “I’ll stop asking you to join.” I stuck out my hand.
He retracted his quickly. “And stop wanting to join,” he reminded me.
I laughed. “I can’t stop feelings, Kevin,” I pointed out.
He reluctantly re-extended his arm and shook my hand. “Speaking of…” he trailed off, and shrugged. “Make sure Jordan’s being… okay to you. If things ever get too much, tell him to stop, arright? I’m, y’know, worried.”
It was actually kind of sweet for Kevin to be worried like that. I smiled reassuringly. “I’m a big girl,” I told him. “I can look out for myself. I actually got him to respect my boundaries and stuff.”
“Okay,” he replied, less-than-convinced. “You wanna hang soon? I can’t do today or tomorrow, but…”
I nodded.
***
Jordan was getting bolder with his decisions. I knew that being in the Hazelwood Underground meant you had a lot of power with the school population, but he didn’t exactly own the school staff. So what would happen if he got caught getting blown by some girl while he was in the third floor’s printing office afterschool?
I didn’t want to know the answer to that question. Luckily, the room we were in was not only unlocked afterschool for easy access, but small and easily ignored by staff. No security cameras, and a space just wide enough for two people to have some fun.
I practically had hearts for pupils. I was happy to suck his cock. Admittedly, part of his hotness was the fact that he was actually listening to me and caring about my feelings, which I was quickly discovering was a pretty big turn-on. Matthew could never, that was for sure. Maybe that was why I fell for sweet Ben in the first place.
Fuck, Ben… I hoped he had no clue about any of this. If he did, I would die. I would just die.
I didn’t have the ability to think of Ben for long. Soon the sight, feel, and taste of Jordan’s cock drove me out of my rational thoughts. I already knew I liked giving head, but I loved giving Jordan head. He had a cock that was perfect for sucking. Everything about him felt good. It was one of those cocks you just wanted to have your tongue on. I looked up at him, drinking in the sight of his abs underneath that tight white t-shirt, and his chiseled jaw, and his dumb cocky lil’ grin.
Wanting to give him a little extra something to look at, I took over my shirt and unhooked my bra, letting my boobs free. It was the first time I’d ever done that while at school, and while it was a little terrifying, it was also… kind of exciting. Here I was, being completely shameless, sucking the cock of the hottest boy in school. I truly was living in my slut era, just like I promised myself.
“F-fuck…” Jordan moaned, one hand on the back of my head, the other on the wall behind him. It was so hot to see those arms flex. I wasn’t sure if I was a bigger fan of the veins on his arms, or the veins on his cock. Both looked so manly and hot… I was definitely going to finger myself later thinking about this exact moment.
Eventually, Jordan groaned and fired his load into my waiting mouth. I was trying to get better at swallowing for him, and he clearly appreciated my efforts. Flushing, enjoying the warmth of his seed, I eagerly took it all in, trying not to waste a drop.
“God damn…” Jordan exhaled, slowly releasing his grip on the back of my head. He was getting better too – he knew how to keep my head in place without choking me, especially when he was firing his baby batter. Once I was free of his cock, I coughed once, then smiled sheepishly at him. He smiled back.
We quickly began dressing again; we knew that we were lucky to not get caught but we couldn’t p[ush our luck. Jordan was even smart enough to actually print something for class whenever we snuck off here so that if we were caught with our pants up, it wouldn’t look suspicious. He’d never admit it, but Jordan was even getting kinder, albeit in his own dumb way: after dressing, instead of just walking off, he’d give me a thumbs-up and wait for me to give one back. Afterwards, he’d nod and then walk off, tossing “Later,” behind him.
I waited until the door closed… and slowly smiled. Yes, later. But how much later, Jordan? His big mistake today was telling me before the blowjob, “make it a quick one today. I’ve got a meeting soon.”
A meeting, huh? Juicy. Especially since I knew that Kevin was going straight home afterschool. Something about his mother. Jordan was meeting someone else. Maybe Quinn, although clearly that little General had his sights set even higher – the school was starting to notice that he was hanging out with Taylor Wise, Queen Slut herself. Hey, shoot for the moon, I guess. Still, maybe the three of them would be meeting up, or he was meeting with someone else entirely. Whoever he was meeting, it was clearly a secret. And that meant I needed to know.
I waited another minute, then took off, making sure no one saw me leave the printing office. Luckily, it was a good few minutes afterschool, so the hallways were basically empty. Once I was in the hallway, I scrambled towards the back exit – the one Jordan usually took.
Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door outside, I saw him walking away. He was close enough to be recognizable, but far enough away that he didn’t see or hear me. Operation Tailgate was a go.
Jordan kept a brisk pace, but he also thought he was invincible. He never looked behind himself, he never cared about looking around and taking anything in. And I was pretty smart about this stuff, so I even brought a second sweater and a little hat so my figure wouldn’t be instantly recognizable if he saw my figure from a distance. I also saw my fair share of spy movies – I brought sunglasses too. I just needed to make sure I was facing away from him whenever he was waiting to cross the street or something, just in case. I felt like a detective. I was actually getting the better of Jordan Miller, this powerful popular tough guy, this secret spy. I was out-spying him.
Eventually, he found his destination: some kind of public park. A big open field for sports, some kind of playground for kids, and a bunch of benches in a pavilion. Jordan quickly found his way to one of the benches, and sat his cute butt down, clearly waiting to be joined. Luckily, there was a public bathroom building nearby, so I was able to go around it. making sure I’d remain out of eyesight. There were a few people around, so I needed to make sure I didn’t look suspicious. I leaned against the back wall of the building, pretending to look at my phone, occasionally pretending to look around in general. A crane of the neck here and there, to make sure Jordan was still there. Eventually, a second person came to join him.
I lowered my sunglasses. I knew the kid, but not by name. He was one of those unpopular kids that had no chance – we called him Hunchback, for obvious reasons. The guy either had a hunch or terrible posture, and a weird face to boot. He was kind of doomed in our school to be an unpopular kid. He didn’t seem mean, but kept to himself. I don’t think I ever talked to him, and I wasn’t exactly holding back on talking to people.
And that prompted a clear question: What did a reputation-obsessed smug kingpin like Jordan want with a nobody like Hunchback?
“Yo,” Jordan greeted him as he approached. I gave up my hiddenness to watch them; they exchanged some sort of fistbump routine enthusiastically. “How’s it goin’?”
“Pretty good,” Hunchback replied. Damn, it was almost weird to hear his voice. It was a confident one too. This was clearly not their first meeting. “It’s still cold out.”
Jordan shrugged. “It’s fine to me,” he commented lightly.
“I guess,” Hunchback replied. “So, did you want to hang out here, or did you wanna get down to business at my place?”
Jordan checked his watch. “The meeting is at five, right?”
“Yeah, but there’s a lot of preparation we need to do,” Hunchback replied, then caught himself. “I need to do,” he corrected himself.
“Alright, whatev. We can get going now,” Jordan replied nonchalantly, standing up. “Since it’s too cold for your bitch ass.” As he got up, he turned towards my direction. Acting fast, I whirled back around the building. I closed my eyes and breathed, hoping to God he didn’t see me. Talking to him about the Hazelwood Underground clearly got some sort of rumor ball rolling, and if that was him, getting caught following him was only going to make things worse, even if Kevin was doing what he could to make the rumors stop. If there even were rumors. Fuck, being in a secret society was so complicated.
Thanks to being on the other side of the building and not being able to hear anything but my heart beating in my ears, I couldn’t hear Hunchback’s response. By the time I’d worked up the courage to peek around the building again, the pair were long gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was playing with fire stalking Jordan like this… although, hell, Jordan was Jordan. I could always just say I was obsessed with him if I did get caught, maybe he’d like that…
Wow, I actually just thought that. That was messed up. What was wrong with me? No. No telling Jordan I was stalking him because I was obsessed with him. After all, it wasn’t true. Wasn’t fully true. Half-true, at best.
You know what? I had some new info. I could just use what I had. No more stalking Jordan. Not for a while. Give it a week. Maybe a few days. Who knows?
***
Finding Hunchback was a bit more difficult than I’d expected. I didn’t want to leave anyone knowing my intentions, so I figured I couldn’t even afford to ask any teachers about him. I certainly couldn’t ask Kevin – what if he was as connected to Hunchback as Jordan was? Unfortunately, I also didn’t have any classes with him, so that meant I had to keep an extra eye open around the school. Luckily, for unfortunate reasons, his looks made it easy for him to stand out in a crowd.
For an unpopular guy, he carried himself well. I began seeing him more and more around the hallways, and started writing down where I’d seen him and when. Around a week later, I’d figured out where he probably had classes. What’s more, he met with Jordan once more that week – but not at school. It was always outside of school where the two would meet.
That wasn’t even the most significant part though. The most significant discovery was something clever, something incredibly clever. So clever, I almost missed it. On Mondays, after school, he had an extracurricular. He sang baritone in the school’s choir.
Singing. Like a bird. A songbird. A canary.
There was no proof, but hell, everyone else in the Hazelwood Underground was named for something clear about them. And Jordan was meeting with him, several times a week… There were no two ways about it. Hunchback was on my list now. If my (no pun intended) hunch about him was correct, and my hunch about Quinn was correct too… I now knew the whole Hazelwood Underground. I was on good terms with two of them, and I was in no mood to stop here. This felt bigger than Jordan now. I was actually in a pretty good place with him, but I wanted more than just Jordan now. I wanted to know more.
***
Actually figuring out a way to meet the guy was tricky. In high school, if you didn’t have classes with someone, you were kind of doomed to not talk to some people unless you were already friends. There was no recess like middle school. I guess there was lunch? But that didn’t work either; Hunchback was seemingly so unpopular that he didn’t even have lunch at the caf.
I realized with horror that I had one clear-cut shot at this, and I knew what I had to do. I hated every second of it, but the very next Monday, I stayed behind after school, wandered into the basement… and into the choir room.
There were noisy artistic kids everywhere. Not shockingly, it was mostly girls, which was a bit of a comfort, but they were all girls I barely knew, and it was clear they were already cliquey with each other. I breathed deeply and resigned myself to the situation, and gave a hesitant little wave to the few girls I had seen once or twice in class over the years. The first person to speak with me was the teacher there, Ms. Carlos. I knew she was a music teacher here, but she really looked like the exact type of music teacher to teach choir. She had long, poofy, graying hair, wrinkles abound, a kind face nearly permanently set to smile, and was adorned with a pearl necklace, low-hanging earrings and a noticeable amount of older-woman makeup.
“Well, hello there!” she greeted me. “Are you here to join the choir?”
I couldn’t sing for shit. I wanted nothing less. “Um, yeah,” I replied with a nervous chuckle, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I just thought, hey, live a little, right?”
“Of course, of course,” Ms. Carlos replied, nodding. She took my hand in both of hers supportively. I looked down at my hand. She was a touchy-feely type. “Well, we’d be so thrilled to have you join us! I’m afraid we are halfway through learning a new song right now, so the first few weeks might be a bit… much, but…” She smiled reassuringly. “Just go at your own pace, and I’d be happy to slow down and explain anything you need!”
I couldn’t help smiling. If anyone deserved to be a grandma, it was this woman. I bet she baked cookies in her spare time. Despite my smile, I winced. “I do… want to try this for fun, but…” I shrugged. “I’m not exactly the best singer in the world.”
Ms. Carlos playfully scoffed. “Oh, now,” she dismissively yet energetically began. “We’re not training for the Olympics here, it’s a choir! This is for your enjoyment and school enrichment, first and foremost. Even if you’re not ‘good,’ it doesn’t matter! Besides, practice makes perfect, isn’t that right?” She let go of my hand and meaningfully pointed at me, getting me to smile and nod again. “That’s the spirit. Now, your name would be…?”
“Uh, Robyn. Robyn Cooper,” I told her. “You’re… Ms. Carlos, right?”
“That’s right, yes,” she replied with a smile. “Well, Robyn, I’m excited to introduce you to our little family.” She took out a piece of chalk and began to write on the blackboard. Of course she of all teachers wouldn’t use a regular whiteboard.
I watched her write my name and cleared my throat. “Um, sorry…” I began awkwardly. “With a Y.”
“What’s that now?” Ms. Carlos asked.
“Robyn with a Y,” I told her again.
She looked from me to the blackboard, and then went, “Ah,” with a nod. She replaced her mistake, then put the chalk down and clapped her hands loudly. “Alright everyone, listen up please!” she called out to th choir. Almost at once, the talking in the room had all stopped. “We have a new singer with us today, her name is Robyn…” She paused awkwardly and gestured to me. “Feel free to say hello.”
My cheeks burned. I did not want to do this. My gut feeling about Hunchback had better be right. “Um, hi,” I awkwardly called out. A few “hi”s greeted me back.
“Now, are you an alto, or a soprano?” Ms. Carlos asked me.
I paused. “I… don’t know.” I didn’t know what either of those words even meant.
“Well, tell you what, how about you sing along to my playing here…” She turned on an electric piano. “And we’ll see where your limits are?”
I stared at the piano, then at the crowd, then back at Ms. Carlos. I had to sing, which I never did because I can’t do, in front of a group of experienced singers. I felt like sinking into the floor. Whatever I was getting myself into was really testing me, but it was big enough that even the most embarrassing shit was worth it.
In the moment where she played the first note and instructed me to match the note with my singing, I had to chuckle. Realistically, this wasn’t the most embarrassing thing I’d have done with my mouth in order to get into the Hazelwood Underground. Still, I’d come this far now. Even if things were getting more difficult, I’d rise to the challenge. I was ready to do whatever it took to find out more.
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