A Day At School

Jace and Amy walked into Ms. Roberts’ class with James following behind them. Jace smiled at his sexy blonde teacher, and walked up to hug her. The pair embraced while James and Amy went to their assigned seats in the back of the class and sat down.

“Oh, Daph told me yesterday that she has the weekend off, so she’s driving in tomorrow morning.” Ms. Roberts said, and Jace brightened. He always loved when his Aunt Daphne came to visit. She lived in an apartment in Coral Sands, and despite it not being that far, Jace didn’t see her too often. Daphne was best friends with Kayla, er, Ms. Roberts, and also Amy’s aunt Sierra, and they were quite an inseparable trio.

“Great! I can’t wait to see her.” Jace enthused. He headed to his seat between Skylar and Ana, though neither had arrived yet.

Jace’s phone buzzed, and he opened it to see a picture from Valerie. It was a photo of her, biting her lip rather sexily, and the camera was angled right down her shirt.

Jace felt himself stiffening in his shorts as he enjoyed the view on his phone.

“Wanna come over tonight?” the accompanying text from her read.

“Can’t tonight. Going to Skylar Wayne’s party… you're welcome to come though.” Jace texted back.

“Ooh. I’ll be there.” Val replied.

Then the two queens of the school walked in, and Jace’s eyes were drawn instantly to them.

“You girls are already showing those off?” Ms. Roberts asked with an amused sigh.

“Sorry, Coach. They looked too good to pass up.” Anastasia said, and she gave the uniform a little twirl, which caused the short skirt to lift up a bit, revealing a playful hint of Ana’s tanned ass. Jace whistled before he even consciously realized he was doing it. Ana looked over and grinned playfully at him.

The new Violet River Sirens uniform looked fantastic. A purple V neck crop top with a small strip of white along the neckline and on the hem. White letters said VR SIRENS across the cheerleaders’ breasts, with VR on the girl’s right tit, and SIRENS on their left. The top showed a ridiculous amount of cleavage, enough to really entice anyone looking.

As for the bottoms, the girls wore a very short purple skirt lined with white along the bottom. Ana and Skylar’s flat stomachs and smooth legs were on full display, and they looked amazing in their uniforms.

“I see the new uniforms are well received.” Ana put her hands on her hips, her gaze sliding across Jace, then Lucas Lake and Ryan Anderson, best friends and Jace’s teammates on the football team who were sitting together, then onto Noah Shipman, who nearly passed out when Ana winked at him.

Anastasia was sexy as hell, yes, but she didn’t fill her top out like Skylar did. Skylar’s large tits were pressed together to create more cleavage, and they looked phenomenal like that. Jace caught himself wondering what Dana and Brooklyn looked like all dressed up in their uniforms, then wanted to hit himself for fantasizing about his twin sister’s sexy body in the skimpy cheer uniform. Just because he’d fucked one sister didn’t mean he had to fantasize about the other!

Ana and Skylar came over to sit on either side of Jace like they always did in this class thanks to the seating chart. None of the three minded though, and Jace especially didn’t mind today.

“Like the new uniforms?” Skylar asked, propping her chin on her palm and fixing her green eyes on Jace.

Jace made a big show of admiring Skylar, and the popular queen bee bit her lip as Jace’s eyes lingered along the tantalizing cleavage that the cheer top created.

“Oh yeah, I’m a big fan.” Jace concluded, making Sky grin.

“Told you they’d be a hit.” Ana crowed triumphantly.

“I didn’t say they wouldn’t be a hit!” Skylar shot back, “I just said that I didn’t think you’d get Principal Benson to agree!”

“Well, he did. Didn’t take much effort either, you know how much of a pushover he is.” Ana smirked.

“Didn’t hurt your case that you were a sexy girl advocating for more sexiness, which would drum up ticket sales.” Jace pointed out. Ana hummed appreciatively.

“Excellent point, Jace. I am a sexy girl.” Ana winked at him.

“Traitor.” Skylar snorted.

“Traitor? I mean, jeez. I’m just not blind, you’re both ridiculously sexy. You’re not the most desired girls in school for no reason.” Jace shrugged.

Skylar leaned over and touched Jace’s arm, grinning deviously.

“Alright, Jace, I forgive you… for now.” Skylar winked.

“I’ll have to earn your forgiveness some other way.” Jace suggested with an equally devious grin.

“Why aren’t there more guys like you in this town?” Skylar lamented, but before Jace could respond, Ms. Roberts clapped her hands together and began to talk.

He leaned over to continue complimenting Skylar, and a minute or so later, Ms. Roberts walked up to his desk.

“Jace.” she reproached him, looking almost… hurt? He supposed he was generally a model student in her class.

“Sorry, Kayla.” Jace apologized. Her hurt expression faded a little at his familiarity.

“Don’t let it happen again, Jacey.” Kayla used an affectionate pet name, and Jace swore he wouldn’t. He didn’t like the hurt in her pretty blue eyes, not one bit.

———

Daisy Holland signed as yet again she had to hand out papers to the class. She had no problem passing out papers, she wasn’t averse to work or anything. It was more… the people she had to pass out papers to. Jace, she didn’t mind. She reached Jace’s desk quickly in her, well, paper route, so to speak, and he happened to need help with a problem.

Daisy was only too happy to help, leaning down in front of him and making sure her horny little brother got an eyeful. She also rubbed his back encouragingly as he struggled ever so much with deciphering the composition of a sentence.

“You make me so fucking hard.” Jace hissed at Daisy, who cooed softly and kissed his cheek.

“I know, baby, I know.” she murmured to him, “And don’t you worry, so long as Mom’s not in your bed tonight, I will be.”

Jace grinned at Daisy.

“Good, I’ve missed you so much.” Jace groaned.

“I’ve missed you inside me, too.” Daisy winked, knowing exactly what Jace had meant with his statement.

Daisy reluctantly moved on from Jace to Matthew, who gave her his usual charming smile, but he gave that to everyone, he was just a likable guy.

“Thanks, Daze.” Matthew used an old nickname, one that stirred up fond memories of Daisy wrestling with the two younger boys, way back before she’d grown tits and learned what sex was. Her memories slid a little bit more to the present, specifically Daisy and Jace doing a different kind of wrestling on Monday night.

God, she was going to hell for corrupting her love with her little brother like this… though she was hardly a predator, Jace clearly had been an active participant. Heat blossomed between Daisy’s thighs at the recollection of just how much of an active participant he’d been.

Fuck, she was pent up. Jace hadn’t fucked her since Monday, and while that might not seem like a crazy amount of time to most people, well… Daisy and Ariel had had some crazy times in their own senior year and then in college. There weren’t many options for Daisy anyway, she generally steered clear of older men (she wasn’t a girl with daddy issues, after all), and guys younger than her were all Jace’s friends or acquaintances or classmates, and well, why do that to him when she could just have him?

Daisy reached Lucas Lake and Ryan Anderson and both boys openly ogled her tits, which did make her inwardly smirk. Jessica had been talking her into not being so uptight with her professional attire, which made Daisy feel more comfortable anyways. She’d felt like a nun for most of this week, but now she was in a tight pink blouse that showed if not highlighted her bosom, and a black skirt that showed off her legs and clung to her curves, though it wasn’t quite as scandalously short as Daisy preferred in her personal life. Well, she couldn’t have everything in life.

She passed the two horny football players without any comment from them and reached one of Dana’s two best friends, David. Daisy had always liked David, and also felt sorry for how he was so massively crushing on Dana despite Daisy’s blind sister never noticing.

She always made sure to pay a little extra attention to David, which served the double purpose of cheering up David, who needed it, the poor guy, but also pissing off Dana, which was a happy side effect of being a good person in this instance.

“You doing OK, Davy?” Daisy asked affectionately. Neither of his two best friends, Dana or Brooklyn, were in this class, and while Daisy thought he and Jace would be friends, what with their moms being best friends and David always being around thanks to Dana, but the two had just never really clicked.

So here he was in her English class, lonely and sad. She had been given these tits for a purpose, and she enjoyed using them for good rather than for sin.

Daisy stepped up behind him to look over his shoulder at his work analyzing sentence composition. If her breasts happened to press into his shoulder blade, well, who could really fault her?

She felt some gazes be drawn to her ass as she bent over like that behind David, but she didn’t mind. She touched David’s arm and murmured to him some helpful tips about sentence composition, though the intelligent boy had already finished most of the page.

Yet, he listened raptly, and nodded along to her words while slowly, tentatively, leaning back in his chair, which pushed him harder against her pillowy breasts. Daisy met him in kind, gently pressing back up against him, hoping to instill some confidence in the boy.

His hand slipped off his desk and onto her thigh, though he quickly snatched it back like her skin had burned him.

Daisy smiled at that, and reluctantly, she stood up and patted his shoulder before setting down the next important assignment on his desk and carrying on. Each following desk brought her closer and closer to the student who she loathed, the student who’d somehow had the foresight to make himself last in her paper route despite not even knowing she’d be his teacher’s assistant.

“Ms. Holland.” Evan greeted her with a smarmy grin that made Daisy want to hit him. If she wasn’t at school, she probably would give him a good smack, just to teach him a lesson about leering.

“Hello, Evan.” Daisy said unhappily and practically smacked the assignment down on his desk and rapidly turning on her heel to walk away, but- fuck!

“Could you help me with this problem?” Evan asked innocently. Gritting her teeth, Daisy didn’t even bother looking over at Jessica. She knew what her mentor would say, it’d be the same thing she’d preached all week. Equality amongst students. Shit.

“Of course, Evan.” Daisy put on her cheesiest, most insincere smile, but he simply smiled back at her mildly. Oh, she hated him.

Having to physically hold back a snarl, Daisy crouched down a little beside him to look at the problem that was allegedly giving him trouble.

While Daisy peered at his work so far, the black-haired bastard’s eyes were looking right down her blouse, and for once in her life, Daisy Holland wished she had put on more clothes.

“What’s not to get? You did the exact same thing three questions ago. Did you forget how to do it that quickly?” Daisy asked bitterly.

“It was a fluke.” Evan shrugged.

“I’m sure.” Daisy muttered.

“Right. Well…” Daisy trailed off when she caught Jessica’s eye. Sure enough, her mentor’s gaze looked expectant. Teaching was basically acting, after all. Right. She could do this.

“So, if you see here,” Daisy put on a bright, cheerful voice, and she began to explain (albeit in an overly simplistic, patronizing way), each step of the process. She pointed, and used her finger to trace markings that would help him identify sentence pieces.

Daisy was aware of how her tits jiggled with some of her motions, and she was aware of how his fingers were brushing her arm, but she forged onwards. Maybe he’d get bored if she didn’t react. Now, that was a good theory. If Evan loved the thrill of the chase, maybe Daisy could just take out all the thrill.

Daisy began to feel a little more confident in her handling of the situation as she moved towards wrapping up her explanation. She rose up to a standing position, and just as she got to what she thought was a pretty solid wrap up to her patronizing spiel, Evan’s hand slid up her skirt and grasped one of her cheeks.

Daisy was stunned, so stunned she didn’t have the presence of mind to fight back the gasp that broke from her lips. Shit. Well, that wasn’t much encouragement, there was still hope for quenching the thrill of the chase.

Daisy pressed forwards with her explanation, then the unthinkable happened. All logic was defied and for a few brief moments, the world was turned on its head.

Daisy fucking Holland stuttered. She tripped over her words, got tongue twisted, whatever you want to call it. That had never happened to her, certainly not from an asshole touching her, well, ass. Thankfully he was nowhere near her asshole, though. Thankfully for him, she meant, or he might find himself with a broken finger or two, her job prospects be damned.

Daisy scowled at her own weakness and rushed through the last part, pointing directly to the part that gave directions, and she stormed off.

“Ah, I get it now.” she heard Evan exclaim in surely genuine amazement.

Dick.