First Period

Lucas walked into the schoolhouse door with a world of possibilities swirling in his head.

His first target and the main object of his affection and obsession was Kate, a girl in several of his science classes. She had dark wavy hair and blue eyes like his mother, but was different from his Doggy Mommy in a few key ways. To start, she was nice to Lucas, which was a reprieve from all the shit he usually got at home. But also, she had glasses, and she peered through them at the boy as he took his spot next to her that fateful Monday morning.

"Hey," she said, smiling.

"Hey," he responded, grinning back at her. Lucas quickly found out that the assignment for today was an easy, fill-in-the-blank worksheet with answers that could be found in the textbook. Boring. He had 40 minutes left of this class to power through, and a magical die in his pocket. Not to mention a very lovely young woman who he would love to be his girlfriend sitting right next to him!

But wait... the Jester had said that the previous wish is void when the next wish is spoken aloud. If he gave the command for Kate to be his, and then wished for anything after that, it wouldn't hold! He silently cursed the limitations of the device, but reasoned that there was some way around it.

The Jester was certainly a mischievous character. If his goal was to create chaos, as he had done to his Mom this morning, then maybe Lucas just had to keep finding new and inventive ways to fuck with Kate forever. Thousands of scenarios poured out of his mind, and he pictured the two of them growing up together, giving the girl instruction after instruction from her teenage years through her twenties, into middle age and even beyond!

And how much more fun they would have, if she were to raise a daughter...

The layout of the class was such that the desks were separated into groups of four and the groups were spread across the room. Kate and Lucas sat closest to the door and the teacher, Coach Tyson, sat at her standalone desk far from them. There were two other people assigned to sit with them, but they were absent. Coach Tyson wasn't paying any attention ever, so if he kept his voice down, the boy had relatively free range to talk with his crush.

"You like it when the two of us talk dirty about chicks," he whispered to her, and before he could gage her reaction, let the die fall to the floor. A fifteen.

Kate was a naturally shy and naturally straight girl; in other words, "talking chicks" with anybody, even Lucas, was out of the question ridiculous. Until the roll. Her face went blank, and her eyes fluttered as the new reality set in. She turned to Lucas wearing the surest of smirks.

"Did you see Jenna Blake on the way in this morning?"

Obviously, Lucas hadn't. He'd arrived late, and they were still in first period. But he understood that Kate only said that as an excuse to launch into a discussion about Jenna, the captain of the cheerleading team and also most of the male students' pick for hottest girl in the school.

"Dude, her ass is so fine," Kate continued, in a manner totally unlike her normal modesty. "I just want to pull it apart and stick my tongue so far up her ass, I taste shit. Don't look at me like that, bro. She's a goddess. What can I say?"

Lucas had to laugh. This die was awesome, and the way it transformed his quiet, studious friend into a pervert like him was nothing short of amazing. Kate's description was making him hard, and he softly rubbed at the outside of his jeans under the table. And she caught him.

"Woah, man. Are you, like, jacking it thinking about what I said? I don't blame you. If I had a dick, I'd do the same. I would want Jenna on my left arm and maybe Courtney Page on my right, and the three of us would walk naked through the halls of this place. You like that, huh?"

Courtney Page was, among other things, the Student Council President and the runner-up for hottest in this town. She wasn't far behind Jenna. Tall, and lithe, with a cute nose and dainty feet that Lucas had seen in some of her outdoor Instagram pics. Big, and white, with smooth creamy soles. How Lucas longed to run his mouth across them in worship... the pace of his rubbing grew more frantic.

"I'd rub oil all over their bodies, spending extra time on the tits. They might not even need it, since they'd be so sweaty from running around. Oh yeah, in my fantasy, they would do whatever I tell 'em to, and I'd have them do laps around the building until they passed out from exhaustion. I would lie down with 'em, and you'd have three young, hot, smelly bodies in front of you, for you to choose from.

You could give us names, like Bitch for Jenna, or Sugar Pussy for Court. I don't know what you would call me, but I would call you God. You'd like to play God with us, wouldn't you, you big old perv?"

Lucas's underwear was sticky at this point with his pre, and he lamented how his Mom would react to cleaning them, until he remembered that he could now control his Mom's reaction, and then everything was right again. He stopped rubbing long enough to avoid anyone else catching him.

"Fuck, Kate. That was so good. Do you actually want to do any of that stuff? You know, with me?"

"What? No, bro. I just like talking dirty about chicks with you. That's all. Ha, sorry I got your hopes up." She picked up her pencil and went back to scribbling some words on the paper they were supposed to be doing. Class wasn't halfway over and the boy felt like an idiot. His first trick had only gotten him so much, yet the die was still on the ground. He leaned over to scoop it up and held it in his palm before making his next statement.