Monday, again?

[For the author’s sanity from this point it will be assumed Matt has cheated at least once with Abigail and Emily. She hopes it doesn’t break the reader’s immersion too much.]

Matt was a different person a few weeks ago. An introspective person who believed cheating was wrong. But he examined his behavior and found it repulsive, and since he honestly really enjoyed all the cheating and sneaking around, he stopped thinking about it. He just didn’t care.

He didn’t care that he was seeing other women.

He didn’t care that his partner’s friend watched him have sex.

If Anna’s parents hadn’t come home when they did he definitely would have walked right back in the house to fuck her, too.

Matt tossed a baseball idly in bed, though the flying ball got more of his attention than his phone. In the past few days he had received attention from more women than he probably ever had in his life. Lucy, Abigail, Emily, Melanie, Anna...

The ball bounced off the wall and then down onto the floor, rolling out of reach. Matt sighed and half-heartedly picked up his phone to return enough messages that the women wouldn’t be too upset with him.

Elsewhere, Lucy was telling her group chat about how well Matt had done. Anna was pretending she had only heard from another room and not watched almost everything. The conversation even made Melanie reach out to Matt just to indulge herself the possibility of seeing him, too. Jessica and Mackenzie had similar ideas, though neither was bold enough to do more than fantasize about it.

Abigail sat in her massive house, alone. Was Matt worth all the pining? Should she just give up?

Emily was asleep, as she should be. She worked hard. But she, too, is finding it hard to believe Matt is telling her the truth.

Matt, however, is casually replying to messages, saying what he needs to say. A lot has changed.

—

Xyxxor pumps his fist in the air in triumph. The map within the spinning circles of his detection device has zoomed in on a single city in North America.

“Only a matter of time, now,” he says to himself, grinning like a mad man at the possibility of this detour being over.

Cedric has called every day asking for updates. Now, finally, there is good news. But, as with all good news, it is only one side of the truth. The bad news is Cedric has been spinning yarns and spreading rumors about his dealings with the wizard. All of them are nasty, vile lies. Cedric has a reputation for being this kind of businessman, so it hasn’t caused too much trouble, but rumors can only fester unseen in the shadows so long before they take on their own lives. Who knows how they will mutate with time.

Xyxxor paces between the device and his desk, checking more often than necessary just in case something has changed, like he supposed quarantined voters might during a close but extended election cycle. He sighed, leaning against his desk. This was a hell of a week to quit smoking.

The phone buzzes on the desk. It is Cedric. Again. The wizard lets it go to voicemail, despite the waiting good news. Someone needs to teach the man a lesson. Xyxxor has always wanted to do so himself, but he had a reputation to uphold, although Cedric is trying to tarnish that reputation...

Xyxxor leaves the lab for a while. He must clear his head before he does something foolish.

—

Monday is every student’s least favorite day. This is true for Matt, but especially after a weekend of solid sex. Plus the morning routine takes longer when you’re obligated to message more than one person. The day itself was pretty boring and uneventful, though twice he was pulled aside by Lucy’s friends.

First, Anna “casually” stopped by his locker just to say hi.

“Oh, about last night,” she said, “I didn’t mean anything...”

Matt stopped her. “It’s cool. I didn’t mind.”

“Oh... cool,” Anna said. She had been more confident in the moment with time running out. Now she felt shy.

“Yeah... anyway, I liked your shirt last night. We should hang out sometime,” he said, “I should get to know Lucy’s friends, you know?”

The corners of Anna’s mouth turned up ever so slightly. “Yeah, sounds good. Text me.”

Melanie stopped him, too, with Jessica in tow, in between classes.

“Heard you had fun last night,” Melanie said as they passed in the hall. Jessica giggled.

“Maybe I did,” Matt said.

Melanie paused, as if she had something else to say, but with Jessica next to her that wasn’t the best idea.

“See you around,” Matt said, though he only looked at Melanie, hoping to convey his attraction.

Other than these two small incidents the day passed with little excitement. Matt thought people were looking at him differently, or that maybe they were actually looking at him at all. It was tough to tell, but a lot more people, particularly girls, were quickly looking away whenever he noticed. He felt paranoid more than anything.

Lucy couldn’t hang after school, which wasn’t all that surprising, and Matt was nearly in his car to head home. He had homework to do, probably, but honestly the entire day was a fog. He had spent the day thinking about sex, which isn’t abnormal for an 18 year old, but today it blocked everything else. He didn’t hear his teachers or peers in class or his friends in the hall. He barely registered anything at all, really. He stood next to his car, in a daze, unable to remember any significant event that had happened since he woke.

Well, now what?

He should go home. No reason to stay, or go anywhere else, for that matter. What was he hoping would happen?

Well, he wanted some girl to hop in his car. It didn’t even matter who it was. He had imagined just about every girl he saw today, anyway. The pretty ones, the ugly ones, short, tall, fat, skinny, and everywhere in between. His cock throbbed, pent up with sexual energy after eight straight hours of fantasies. Matt frowned and got in the car. Looks like he’d be jacking off at home.

Before he could start backing out there was a knock on the passenger window. Matt startled at the noise and saw the smiling, delighted face of Abigail in the window.

“Matthew,” she said as the window rolled down.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“I’m having a party this weekend, just wanted to invite you personally,” she beamed.

“Oh, okay, I’ll try and make it.”

“It’s a masquerade party,” Abigail continued, “and it’s going to be hella fancy.”

“Hella?” Matt teased. She had never said that before.

“Did you ever watch Gossip Girl, or Pretty Little Liars?”

she asked.

“What? No,” Matt replied, confused.

“Well, I’m asking because those shows always have these huge themed parties and there’s no way anyone could throw a party like that. Anyway, I totally am.”

Matt shot her a questioning look. “I’m sure you are?”

Abigail winked. “Trust me. It’ll be big. It’ll be wild. And you have to be there.”

“What about—“

“Yes, yes, bring Lucy, I guess,” Abigail said. “Though, to be honest Matthew, I don’t want to be sharing you anymore.”

“Yeah...” Matt’s voice trailed off.

Abigail’s smile had faded into something more serious. “Matthew. I told you I won’t wait forever. If you don’t make up your mind I might have to do something drastic.”

“Like?” Matt asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t decide between let you fuck me however you want for a week straight or tell Lucy you’ve been seeing me.”

She let the threat settle for a moment. “Anyway, see you there, and hopefully before! Gotta run.”

She stood, as if waiting.

“Is there... anything else?”

“Are you going to kiss me goodbye?”

“Oh, well, yeah,” he said, “come around to my side.”

Abigail pranced around the front of the car to Matt’s window. She pulled him into a kiss that was much deeper than Matt was prepared for. She wanted it to be slow and erotic and, with her hands on his cheeks, Matt couldn’t say no. Their lips melted together in warm passion for a long minute before Abigail released. She smiled when Matt tried to follow her, leaning out of the window after her lips.

“Okay, see you later!” she exclaimed.

“You want to hop in?” Matt offered.

“Of course, but... no. I don’t think I want to be side slut to fuck around with when Lucy’s busy. So if you want this,” she blew him a kiss and shook her chest, “I want to be your only. Decide soon, please,” she said sweetly before turning around and prancing off.

Matt watched Abigail’s ass sway in a skirt that was probably much too short for school. “Well, shit,” he muttered, backing the car out.

—

Cedric was a wealthy, powerful man and not to be trifled with.

But this wizard. This foolish, silly wizard.

The fool had taken millions from him. It wasn’t nearly enough to matter, Cedric had more than enough money to last hundreds of lifetimes, but the principle of the matter bothered him. He paid for a spell and he just knew that damned Xyxxor, which is the worst name, he thought, was playing him. How could the spell not be reproduced? Why hadn’t the target been found?

Cedric looked out the window of his private jet. The tops of the clouds extended to infinity, puffy and majestic. The view wasn’t helping his mood. Nor was the brunette currently trying to suck him off.

“I’m not in the mood, I guess,” he said, beckoning the girl to her feet.

She stood and wiped her mouth dutifully. “I’m sorry, monsieur.”

Cedric frowned as she walked back to staff section of the aircraft, buttoning her blouse. He’d hired her for her incredible oral skill, and her abilities as a stewardess weren’t half bad, either. Cedric could hardly enjoy sex these days, angry that he wasn’t reaping the benefits of the spell he had paid for.

He glanced across the aisle to his wife, Marsella. She was radiant, as always, sitting cross legged and flipping through a magazine. She looked over at him and slipped a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Do you want me to try, dear?” she asked.

Cedric considered. She wore a sheer pink dress that daintily hung from her voluptuous figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. Underneath her white panties and bra were clearly visible, accenting her soft, generous breasts and large ass. She dressed like this when they flew and, once they landed, would wrap herself in a black silk robe so that no other man would see her like this. The crew of the plane were all women, both for Marsella’s sake and for Cedric’s pleasure. Today her high white heels were waiting on an empty seat and her bare foot bounced gently in the air.

“No, I am not in my right mind,” he answered.

The wives of the rich and powerful needed to be comfortable in this kind of environment. Marsella had watched, and assisted, hundreds of women pleasure her husband. She could hardly complain. Men like Cedric were almost insatiable. If she alone were responsible for satisfying him she wouldn’t have a moment to herself. She was unsure the exact nature of the spell Cedric was so unhappy about, but it wasn’t her place to ask questions. She returned her attention to the magazine, idly passing the time until they landed.

Marsella glanced back to her husband. He was staring out the window, again, dead to the world. He hadn’t even put his dick back in his pants. It was the only one she’d seen since they were married. Cedric did not share her with other men, only women, and was very possessive. At least he didn’t abuse her. Other women in her position couldn’t say that.

She let Cedric ponder. The quiet was better than listening to him rage about the damned wizard, after all.

—

Matt stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. It rented around his erection for the moment and Matt sighed. He was bored, and horny as hell, so he helped himself in the shower, and now had nothing to do with himself all night. He should do homework, or call Lucy, something productive.

That isn’t what happened, though.

Ignoring his girlfriend for the moment he shot a message to Anna.

“So... a maid outfit?”

He waited for the reply.

Anna: “I might have one.”

Matt: “I think I’d like to see it.”

Anna: “Okay, listen... I don’t think we should be doing this...”

Matt: “Why not?”

Anna: “I feel bad. Lucy is my best friend. I shouldn’t have... you know”

Matt: “I liked you watching”

He was changing the subject. They didn’t need to talk about Lucy. This was about Anna and him.

Anna: “I... liked it, too”

Matt: “So, how can I see this outfit?”

Anna: “I shouldn’t have told you about that lol, it’s silly”

Matt: “Let me be the judge of that ;)”

Anna took a minute to respond. Was she thinking about it? Was it too much for her?

Anna: “So what happens if I put it on?”

Matt: “Then you can show me and I’ll do something for you”

Anna sat at the desk in her bedroom with a furrowed brow. She shouldn’t have mentioned the stupid costume. She bought it in a whim for Halloween last year and then chickened out of actually wearing it. It was slutty as hell. Why couldn’t she have just offered a blowjob or something? Well, it wouldn’t fit in her mouth... still. Letting Matt know about it wasn’t her best idea. But, now he knew. She pondered, for a moment, unsure how to reply.

Anna: “And what would you do for me?”

Matt: “Well, I’m asking for a sexy picture so I guess I could send you one”

Anna: “You just want a picture?”

Matt: “Unless I can see it in person ;)”

Was this really the guy Lucy had described as “the sweetest boy in the world”? Anna rubbed her eye. Did she want a picture of him? What would he even send? Dick pics, even of that huge monster, were not her thing.

He messaged her again, the buzz of her phone startling her back to reality.

Matt: “How about I’ll bring you dinner from anywhere?”

Anna: “For one pic?”

Matt: “Not just any pic ;)”

Anna bit her tongue. Fine. Dinner sounded great.

Anna: “Okay, but it’ll take me a minute.”

Matt: “Take your time, what do you want to eat?”

Anna: “If I put effort into this the food better be $$”

Matt: “Name the place”

Anna was opening her closet, the outfit barely visible in the furthest corner.

Anna: “Shrimp Alfredo from Mario’s”

Matt: “I’ll call them right now.”

Anna grabbed the outfit and set it on her bed. First, she had to touch up her face.

—

The picture came as Matt hopped back in his car with a take out box.

“Oh fuck,” he said quietly.

“Hope this is what you wanted”

It definitely was. Matt expected a dress, but she had a headband and even gloves, too. It wasn’t a selfie, either, but a carefully posed little portrait, pulling the top down to expose most of her chest. She must really want me, Matt thought, to our this much effort in.

Matt: “Wow! You’re fucking hot!”

Anna blushed at the message. She had taken more, but eventually just picked this one at random so he wouldn’t be waiting too long. He told her he was on his way. Anna stared. She knew he wouldn’t just drop off a meal and leave. She didn’t want him too, either, but now there was no turning back.

Anna had committed. She felt silly in her little maid costume, waiting for her best friend’s boyfriend to come over and fuck her. This wasn’t like her. Butterflies seemed to spawn in her stomach. She should take this silly dress off and tell Matt to forget it...

But she didn’t.