Meeting Wyatt

You wake up excited. You can’t wait to see Wyatt again. You go through your morning routine with a spring in your step.

You head out to your one morning class. Of course you aren’t really paying attention. You are looking forward to meeting Wyatt.

As soon as class ends you rush to the Comparative Religions lecture hall. The class is just leaving as you get there. You spot Wyatt and rush to him.

He gives you a little kiss.

“I’m so glad you came, Maya.”

You turn to leave.

“Wait, there’s no class in here now.”

You aren’t sure what he’s planning. Then you feel him grab your hips and begin kissing your neck.

He whispers in your ear. “I have a public sex fetish. Fuck me here and I promise I’ll be your boyfriend.”

You don’t have a public sex fetish, but you have to admit fucking Wyatt where you could get caught is arousing.

You nod.

Wyatt resumes kissing your neck. He slides down your pants and panties just far enough to expose your shaved pussy.

He unzips his pants. His prodigious cock pops out. He bends you over a lecture hall chair and penetrates you. You moan.

There is a strange smell in the room. It smells like spring, like sex. You feel your inhibitions just disappear.

He pounds you.

“Yes! Keep going!”

Your voice echoes through the lecture hall.

“Yes! Yes!”

From behind you, you hear a soft whisper. “Do you pledge your soul to Satan?”

Wyatt drives into you hard.

“Oh, yes!”

Wait. What just happened.

A pair of slitted demonic eyes look down at you.

“Ms. Devlin?”

She kisses you on the forehead. You feel strange, empty.

She chuckles. “You should have taken the A, sweetie. And, you Wyatt, you shouldn’t have promised to be her boyfriend. Now you’re stuck with her.”

“I don’t mind, she’s a hot little slut.”

Somehow slut seems complimentary.

“Get that cock over here, Wyatt. You get my pussy for being such a good boy. Maya, you can join us if you’d like.”