Back to school

Come morning, Heather was nowhere to be found. Did she really just give me a one-night stand for my cock? Adam kept wondering as he prepared for the new day, a thought that trapped him between thrill and disappointment. But as soon as he stepped foot back in the school, it became clear enough what the school slut had rushed off to do.

The locker-lined hallways were abuzz with chatter, quieter yet more energetic than usual. Girls blushed and gawked at the day's hot topic of discussion, while the boys shuffled and moped and rolled their eyes while trying to avoid hearing any of it. But everyone—everyone—looked at Adam. The day's hot topic.

Oh. Oh, shit.

"Adam!" a familiar voice called from a huddle of teens halfway down the hall, and Heather emerged, waving enthusiastically. There was an odd brightness to her usually carefree face. "I told everyone about our awesome date," she sang happily while striding up to him like a stalking wildcat, "I hope you don't mind! I just couldn't help myself."

He shook his head at her speaking the obvious so playfully. "Yeah, I got that. It is kinda private, though, don't you think?"

Heather put on a pout and swung an arm around his waist. "Come on, baby. When you got it, flaunt it. You deserve the attention and everyone else deserves to know what they've been missing out on. Am I right?" she winked at one of the nearest girls, who failed to notice, as her eyes were firmly locked on Adam with all the fascination of a child at a dinosaur exhibit.

"Don't worry," Heather whispered close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, "They only know it was amazing. Didn't wanna spill all the beans. The surprise is part of—" the blaring ring of the morning bell cut her off, and she yelled over it, "PART OF THE FUN, RIGHT? CATCH YOU LATER, STUD!"