Thursday

A/N Sorry for the abrupt jump cut, but I couldn’t come back and continue off where the story had been left now that I’m back from my hiatus. My ideas for the next part of the story have changed, and I don’t want to necessarily continue down that path anymore. Sorry if you were looking forwards to Jace’s sex scene, but hopefully it’ll be in a flashback later on in the story.

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Jace Holland grimaced as he got out of his car bright and early Thursday morning, stepping out into the Violet River High parking lot. He glanced at the girl getting out of his passenger seat, and Dana smiled at him. His twin sister had her blonde hair in braids today, and they looked adorable on her. She wore a clingy white crop top that hugged her tits which looked so big on her petite frame. She was in black gym shorts, too, but they were of a decent length and not the really short ones she liked to wear. School dress code and all.

“I can’t wait for this week to be over.” Jace groaned.

“Me too, I’m excited for the fundraiser this weekend.” Dana nodded in agreement.

“Oh, yeah. Skylar has been all over me about that.” Jace chuckled, “She really wants to win that trip Mr. Calhoun is offering.”

“That she does.” Dana giggled, “Her and Ana both want to win the prize, just like they want to outperform the Granite Hills cheer team at the game tonight. They’ve both been way more intense at practice this week.”

“I think we have Granite Hills’ football team easily crushed.” Jace grinned, “So if you wanna have a cheerleader war, you better win. Can’t let the Beavers think they’re actually good at anything.”

“They are the top band in the county.” Dana pointed out.

“Don’t you hear how ridiculous that sounds?” Jace asked, and Dana laughed.

“You're taking Brooklyn and me home after the game, right?” Dana asked, and Jace nodded.

“Duh. I’m not just gonna leave you here.” Jace grinned.

“Aw, thanks!” Dana laughed, “The only reason I ask is because the game got moved to Thursday this week instead of Friday, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have any other plans.”

“Nope. I’ve got nothing better to do than drive you and your friend around.” Jace said dryly, making Dana laugh again, and the Holland twins walked into the school.

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Marcus Calhoun turned towards the front door as one of his former favorite students walked in the door, and he greeted her with a big smile.

“Olivia Vane. What can I do for you?” Calhoun asked, rising up from his seat and crossing the room towards the insanely busty blonde. She was in her mid-twenties, and the very picture of a fertile woman. Her tits were F cups, the biggest natural rack he’d ever seen on a woman in person, with the sole exception of Olivia’s own mother, Phoebe Bennett. Well, Vane now, but Phoebe Bennett had been one of Calhoun’s very first students, back when he’d been in his late twenties as a new teacher.

“Hi, Mr. Calhoun.” Olivia said brightly, and she slipped up against him for a tight hug, something that she’d done for years. Calhoun couldn’t resist smiling as he crushed the incredibly voluptuous young teacher against his thick body. Calhoun had certainly put on some pounds since his divorce some decades back, he was no longer the handsome, fit man he’d once been, but it didn’t affect the number of girls he was able to grow close to.

Regrettably, nothing had ever happened between Calhoun and Olivia during her time as a student in Violet River High. But holding her fertility goddess body so close, feeling those titanic titties mashed against his chest, feeling the swell of her thick hips in his hands… he wanted her bad.

“So, I came here looking for some advice.” Olivia began as they broke apart from their hug. She reached up and adjusted her cute black glasses, and Calhoun nodded slowly, his eyes focused intently on her.

“You’ve come to the right place. What advice specifically? I hope it’s not art advice, I can hardly draw a straight line.” Calhoun cracked a smile at the art teacher. Olivia laughed.

“Oh, no, I’m doing fine with my art. The advice I’m looking for is actually a little more personal. It’s my little sister, Tavi. Do you remember her? I think she had you as a teacher a few years back.” Olivia explained. Calhoun nodded.

Octavia Vane. A gorgeous young woman, but she lacked the ridiculously oversized busts her mother and elder sister had. Calhoun had never dedicated too much time to the youngest Vane, as she’d been in school the same year as Daisy Holland and Celeste Blackson, and he’d preferred those two girls over Octavia.

“I remember her.” said Calhoun, “What about her do you need advice on?”

“We just got a call last night that she’s been extremely reckless at college.” Olivia sighed, “I’m worried about her, and I hoped you might have some insight on dealing with rebellious people, being a high school teacher for as long as you have.”

“Octavia’s being reckless?” Calhoun frowned in confusion, “She always seemed like such a good girl when she was in my class.”

“That’s what has me so worried, sir.” Olivia said with a nod.

“Could be she’s got a new boyfriend.” Calhoun chuckled, “That can make a young lady do crazy things sometimes.”

“Maybe.” Olivia nodded, “I’m sure you’re right, it’s probably just nothing. I just don’t want her to get in any more trouble. She’s practically got a Wayne Incorporated job with her name on it once she graduates, I don’t want her to mess that up.”

“I see. You’re just worried about her well-being. That’s what makes you such an amazing teacher, Olivia. You care so much about people.” Calhoun smiled at Olivia, who gave him a blushing smile.

“You don’t have to boost my ego.” she said.

“Oh, I’m not.” Calhoun assured Olivia, and he walked back up to her, so he was standing right in front of her. “I do genuinely believe that about you. It’s one of the reasons I like you so much.”

“You like me?” Olivia asked in surprise.

“Well, of course. You were my favorite student in your year.” Calhoun revealed, making her laugh.

“We’re not supposed to have favorites.” she chided him jokingly. Calhoun shrugged.

“We all do. You are absolutely one of mine.” Calhoun told her seriously, and Olivia blushed. He was standing very close to her, it’d be easy to close the gap between them. To pull her close and kiss her. To truly claim her.

She was looking at him with her big pale green eyes, and he felt physical pain at how fucking sexy she was. Calhoun moved closer, and like she’d been waiting for it, Olivia moved forwards to slip her arms around his neck and embrace him. Her body squeezing up against his. Calhoun turned his face into her neck and breathed heavily onto the sensitive skin there, and he felt her shiver.

He was leaning in to kiss her neck when the school bell rang. Olivia swore under her breath.

“I need to go, I have a class first period.” Olivia gasped.

“Go, then.” Calhoun **** a laugh, acting like he wasn’t frustrated at being interrupted. Olivia gave him a grateful smile.

“Thank you so much for your advice.” Olivia said quickly, and then she dashed from the room. Calhoun sighed as he stood alone in the room. Or, alone until his students started coming in. Calhoun said hello to his students and went back to sit behind his desk. Only a few hours until his new favorite student would come through that door for her time in his class.

He couldn’t wait to see Amy.

———

James Winchester was mad. Not the angry kind of mad, the crazy kind of mad. Crazy for thinking Skylar Wayne gave a damn about him. In the three days of school so far this week, she’d barely looked at him. Certainly hadn’t invited him to sit at her lunch table like she had last week. It must have just been some interest in the new guy at school, interest that had quickly cooled off, it seemed.

James looked up at where she sat in the front of the class, talking and laughing with Jace Holland. He grumbled, looking angrily at Jace. Jace had seemed to dominate her attention this week, and James hadn’t realized how much he loved Skylar’s attention until he lost it. He must have pissed her off or something at the party. That was the last time he’d seen her, and since then, she’d been completely ignoring him.

It surprised even himself how frustrated he was right now, but he sure was.

“James? Are you OK?” a sweet voice asked from beside him, and he shook out of his reverie to look sideways at Amy Blackson, the incredibly hot girl who was looking at him worriedly. Amy was dressed in a blue T-shirt today, one that didn’t reveal any skin, but it still strained over her plump very large tits.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m doing fine.” James said.

“Are you sure? You looked kind of down. Are you making friends here OK?” Amy pressed.

“I guess.” James said vaguely. Amy shook her head, red locks of hair bouncing.

“Liar.” she said with finality in her tone, “You’re lonely! I can’t let that happen, James. Consider me your best friend now, OK?”

Amy pointed a finger at him, and James blinked.

“Uh… ok.” James said incredulously.

“Good!” Amy said cheerfully, and then she scooted her desk nice and close to his, so close that her smooth arm was touching his.

James was absolutely shocked by this unexpected and random turn of events, but he absolutely was not going to say no.