More and more little changes

Apparently, Ari and the other cheerleaders all like to leave school at lunch time and go to lunch together. Maisie has been good friends with the redheaded head cheerleader for years, but she always stayed at school and had lunch with you or other friends in the cafeteria. Now you aren't seeing Maisie that much.

The one time you really get to see her is in AP English class, since that's the only senior year class the two of you share. You've always had a tendency to sneak glances at her in this class, but lately she's been so busy, and looking so hot, that you've been spending almost the whole class staring at her. Plus, there are two jocks named Mark and Brad in this class that Maisie likes flirting with, so they've been taking up most of her time before and after class. That's especially annoying since Mark used to Bully you in middle school.

Luckily, Ms. Bell split everyone up into pairs today to talk about the reading assignment, then make a presentation to the class on their assigned chapters.

"Oh my god, we haven't talked in forever," says Maisie as she pulls a chair close to yours and sits down.

"Yeah, I know. It's been worse than when our parents wouldn't let us see each other for a week in third grade because we built that snow fort and declared war on the neighborhood dogs."

Maisie laughs, and as always, seeing her smile is sweet ****. "It's not like we actually hit any of the dogs with a single snowball! Our aim was terrible! Especially mine."

"You've always been too hard on yourself. You're not as clumsy as you think."

"Not now, I'm not!" Maisie waves at Tess, a blonde teammate on the cheer squad who waves back cheerily before turning to her partner. Maisie says, "I'm more coordinated than any of the other cheerleaders now. Plus, their jaws all dropped when I started showing them all the dance moves that I totally knew all along and didn't learn by magic a few days ago. Now they're teaching me cheers and I'm teaching them dance moves to add in."

"That's great. Hey, can you take the lead on this presentation. I've been... distracted in class lately and I totally spaced on which chapters she told us to read last night."

Maisie flashes the smile she always gives when she's screwed up and is trying to look too cute to punish. "Soooo... I didn't do the reading last night. I had a date with Brad last night and I got back so late I had to sneak into my room through the window to avoid my parents. He's an insanely good kisser!"

"Great, so neither of us did the reading and we're screwed." Your grade in this class is not good enough to withstand that. However, that's not the reason you sound so dejected. Hearing about her dates with other guys is never fun.

"There is one way we could get out of this. You could just order the information into my head."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, sure. Maisie-"

"Whoa!" yells Maisie loud enough that everyone in the classroom turns to look. She smiles and gives a little 'sorry' shrug, and they go back to their own conversations. More quietly, she says, "You know that's not how we do it."

"But I'm right here."

Maisie crosses her arms and stares at you. It's a withering gaze, and her blue eyes cut right through you.

You sigh. "Okay, yeah. Just watch to make sure Ms. Bell doesn't catch me on my phone."

While Maisie plays lookout, you pull out your phone and type, "Maisie, you know the reading we were assigned backwards and forwards." You hit send.

Maisie already has her own phone in her hand. You take your turn watching the teacher. However, when you glance back, Maisie isn't reading your text, she's writing one. "Who are you texting?"

"Holly. Hold on a sec." Maisie sends her text and then stares at her phone, waiting.

You cough when Ms. Bell starts looking your way, and Maisie hides her phone. By the time the teacher is distracted by other students, Maisie has gotten her reply.

"Okay, great." You watch her finally open up the message you sent her. She's definitely fowarding your texts to her sister to check them before she looks at them. When she's done reading it, Maisie's eyes go blank for a sec, then she says, "Wow, instant download. That's wild, I just suddenly know everything in those chapters."

"Well, I could make all your classes easy by giving you a genius intellect."

"Yeah, I've though about that. It might change my personality, so no thanks. Anway, we've got ten more minutes, catch me up on all the cool stuff you've been drawing lately."

The two of you spend the rest of the time chatting about your art, then the class starts doing presentations. Maisie nails every detail of the two chapters that you were supposed to talk about.

A couple of days later Maisie texts you and says she's sick of running in the mornings after staying out late (probably with guys), and she gets you to raise her stamina so that she can perform like an olympic athlete without any endurance training. The next day she asks you to make her teeth perfect so that she can convince her mom she doesn't need to go to the dentist. She seems to be getting more and more comfortable with having you use the curse.

Maisie doesn't realize that all these commands you give her, even the tame ones like fixing her cavities, make you extremely horny. The idea of being helpful, of giving her things she wants and doing something nobody else can do for her, fills your head with fantasies of her being grateful. Intellectually, you know that being her loyal dog will never make her more attracted to you. However, you have no idea what would make her more attracted to you, so the fantasy is very enticing and you indulge it.

On Friday you go to the school baseball game just to see Maisie cheer. She's leading the dance based cheers now, and they're amazing. The moves aren't super sexy, probably since there's only so much a high school cheer coach will let the girls do, but Maisie manages to make everything look sexy. You leave the game early to go home and jerk off.

By this point, you're getting a text from Maisie telling you what command to give her almost every day. Usually it's just help with homework so she doesn't have to study. Then you get the best message possible.

"Hi! Haven't hung out in forever. Tomorrow's Saturday, want to take a walk along the river?"