Planning

Mark gestured Nicole over to the desk they always worked at and opened the door, “Wouldn’t want your father to think we were up to anything naughty,” he whispered in her ear as she passed. Nicole giggled.

With the door open, Mark pulled the math book out of his bag and dumped it on the table. He waved her into the chair and placed her diary inside it. Mark stood behind her, one arm on either side of her chair, leaning in close as if he was examining a problem over her shoulder.

“The first thing we need to do is decide which fantasy you want to enact first,” he whispered in her ear.

“How’s it going?” Nicole’s father asked from the top of the stairs.

“Pretty good, sir,” Mark answered casually, though only his restraining hand on her shoulder kept Nicole from either leaping to her feet, or trying to hide the diary. “Just going over her last quiz.”

“A disaster, wasn’t it.”

“Well, maybe we should meet a bit more often? I have some free time after school,” Mark offered.

“So long as it doesn’t conflict with cheerleading practice,” her father agreed. “Well, I’ll leave you kids to it. Good luck, sweetie,” he said as he walked away.

“So, the question was, what fantasy do you want to start with? I assume it’s not one of the gang-bang ones, so where do you want to begin?” Mark repeated. He flicked through the diary. “Maybe you’d like to start here?” he suggested.

Nicole glanced down at the page.