Davina Jackson

(Editor’s note: Oops. I accidentally approved the surrounding chapters and skipped this one. Sorry... ~W)

Davina Jackson - Unknown

Now that’s odd. Some of the others on this list you had spoken to when you left school but this bitch hadn’t said a thing to you in over 6 months and yet it seems she of all people has a profile.

Completely drifting off from the old man at the front explaining something about assessment you start to think back on Davina. You met her one afternoon after school when they **** the tennis team to change their training days so you were **** to share the changing rooms with the dancers . Now since most of the girls at school were still avoiding you in situations like this you mostly changed alone which didn’t really bother you.

But this little minx decided that she would spend a lot of her time glancing at you while you changed and shooting you coy smiles when you saw her around classes. Eventually you figured “Meh what have I got to lose?” and that afternoon, after particularly sweaty session you got out of the shower and saw it was just her left. With a smile to yourself you figured it was time and walked out of the shower with your towel a little too high to be anywhere near decent.

As you stepped out, predictably, her eyes glanced toward you but unlike other days she didn’t quickly pull them away she just sat there, transfixed on your thighs and the few inches of towel keeping you ‘semi decent'. This was the opening you were looking for and you walked to where she was sitting, gently cupped her chin and asked,

“Would you like a better look?” Whilst simultaneously dropping your towel

If she was in a daze before, now she just looked stunned. You figured you would give her a few long seconds to decide if this wasn’t what she wanted. These seconds came and went, then it was time. Keeping your hand on the little dancers chin you pulled her in for easily the best kiss of her life. Confirming your suspicions, after less than a second she started kissing back. You knew you had to push this further and her leotard was coming off.

After breaking for a quick second, the leotard was off revealing her cute little titties. Giving her one last chance to back out you looked at her and said

“If you don’t say something right now this is happening.”

She made the cutest little face before whispering “I want this.”

And like that it was on. You spent the next hour devouring her, starting with her titties whilst forcing your fingers into her panties shredding them in the process. To be honest you don’t think she noticed at the time as all she seemed to do was keep her eyes closed and make whimpering sounds as you moved down and ate her pussy.

Your face was covered in juice in a minute. Her hands were almost trying to push you away as you alternated between eating and fingering her and after a particularly loud climax she went limp for a second lying back on the bench. A large sigh from her indicated that she was pretty satisfied.

“Oh no bitch, you aren’t done, its time you repayed at least some of those orgasms.” You looked down her as she lay on the bench swinging your leg over and slowly lowering your dripping pussy onto her face stopping about an inch above her.

“Now bitch get to work” with that you grabbed her ponytail and with a small amount of **** guided her face to where it needed to be. The **** was mostly for show and once she got started she was incredibly eager to satisfy you. It didn't take you long to cum the first time with you knees quivering during your orgasm.

“Oooo yes! Your tongue is amazing! I think you have been fantasizing about this moment in your head for a few weeks now haven’t you?”

“Mmmmphh” was all she managed, and you held her face against your throbbing pussy.

“Nuh uh, right now you only have one job and it isn’t to talk.” you said holding her ponytail, so she was **** to look you in the eyes.

After that you rode her face to one last orgasm before letting her go and grabbing your stuff turning around to the poor panting dancer and saying “I will see you here Thursday.”

And see her there you did, for the next 3 months. Twice a week in that dressing room you bent her over every bench, ate her out against the lockers and before long fucked her with a strap-on in the showers. Stretching out her tight little dancer body was one of the highlights of your senior year.

Before long it became pretty clear that she was not willing to have a relationship or even engage with you outside those afternoon sessions. Once you knew you thought “Fine, just means I’ll make the most out of this while it lasts.“

She never said it, but you heard Davina was from a very strict family so it was only a matter of time before she cut it off to prevent anyone finding out. This didn’t stop you from tying her up on several occasions and pretending to leave. She always hated it, but when you got back she was practically gushing. Your favourite part was the photos, knowing that it would destroy her if any of them got out, you made sure to take them and even send her copies. You never showed anyone but you’ve definitely looked at them since.

Like anything doomed to end it did and the worst part was you were never 100% sure exactly what happened. Literally at the start of the 4th term she just didn’t show up. Even the staff were a bit unsure. She never responded to any of your messages and disappeared from social media.

Easy come, easy go apparently...