She reconsiders and realizes something

But what if…

I bit my lip, staring down at the blank notebook in front of me, Everett's notebook.

Something had felt off about the thing ever since I’d laid eyes on it. It looked old, like the twerp had found it in his grandma’s basement or some shit. Which I guess I could see Everett being sentimental over stupid crap like that… but, it was weird.

For one thing he was one of the worst note-takers I’d ever known. Most days, while I’m sucking his dick under his desk I have to be constantly slapping him so he stops focusing on fucking my throat with that monster and instead actually do the shit that he’s supposed to which is writing down the lesson. I’d tried doing it myself sometimes but trying to write while there’s a cock literally down to my stomach just gets in the way of actually sucking dick well.

That, and anytime I try writing some shit down it just disappears from this freaky-looking notebook. Again, I wouldn’t put it past the idiot to do something like writing in disappearing ink in a pitiful attempt to spite me… but, again, that was just another thing a little too weird about today.

Well… there was also…

I glanced around, feeling a warming sensation rising in my cheeks. The smell of all these sweaty girls, their soft tits all basically out in the open with their school-sanctioned bikinis. I… had written something like that in the notebook… hadn’t I?

I tried to remember what exactly… It was something lewd and totally typical of what Everett might actually think… it had been to the effect of “liking tits and sweaty girls”.

Maybe scariest of all, I could definitely remember cumming for the first time earlier today to tits, even though I knew for a fact that that was a totally bullshit memory.

There was something off about this notebook… somehow the things I’d written in it had… come true…

I glanced up, hearing Ms Rossman’s screams reach its peak before abruptly ending. The sweaty voluptuous woman was laid out now, her big mounds heaving with her rasping breaths as Everett slowly retrieved his monster cock from the woman’s womb. Her lips were sopping wet with their various fluids, reddened and looking almost disfigured after the ****…

I shook my head, turning away from the slutty woman’s ragdoll-esque posture on her own desk. My heart leapt in my chest at even the memory of all that sweat, just thinking of the mental image of me going over there for a little taste.

This notebook was definitely some sort of magic book. I had never NEVER thought of a woman like that before today.

I could see Everett trying to move back, to get back to his notebook to most likely use it on me (That fucking bitch!), but the teacher was still talking, saying something to the class that seemed maybe important for whatever kind of lesson that was supposed to be.

For some reason, I knew for a fact that when he got back here I would have no way of keeping him from the notebook and all the perverted shit he’d most likely be using it for. Despite wherever he got this thing, it was his now and I just couldn’t think of making it somehow unusable to him.

None of that meant I couldn’t write one or two choice phrases of my own and fuck up his day however…

His special attention in this class, in “fucking 101” was a little too much of a blessing for the huge-dicked blowhard. Necessity more than anything would be why I’d bring him back down to ground level, to show him how much the world cared about Everett Claisen.

I brought the pen to paper… thinking of how I could best put this shithead back in his place.