Eavesdropping and an answer to your question.

That same day, right as lunch hour starts, you leave your classroom and go look for Emily and Megan to eat with them. As you’re nearing their classroom and turn a corner in the hallway, you see something that makes you rewind those steps back behind said corner.

“You want to talk to us?” The incredulous tone comes from your dear Emily, in answer to Jessica who is right in front of her.

“Yes. If it’s possible.” Jessica sound awkward, almost afraid.

“You realize we don’t want to talk to you, right?” Oh wow. Megan’s tone is sharp. You’ve never heard her like that. She’s clearly in a “no bullshit” attitude.

“…I know. But I spoke to David and I promised him I’d try talking to you.”

“You spoke to him? When? How do we know that’s not another lie and this is another scheme of your little group?” Emily growls.

Nope. You can’t do it. You’re not one to just eavesdrop and just judging by their tones, your girlfriends might eat Jessica alive if this goes on.

“I did speak to her, actually.” You say, turning around the corner and revealing yourself in an entrance worthy of a TV drama. Maybe. You don’t really watch those.

Emily raises an eyebrow when she sees you. “You were listening?”

“I was just coming to get you, and you’re not exactly being quiet.” You tell her, looking around. This prompts the three girls to look around as well and they notice that several people are spectating the exchange. “I’m glad I saw you though. Can you please talk to her at least once?”

“David…!” Megan starts to talk, but you cut her off. It doesn’t feel good to do it, but you have to.

“I know how you girls feel about her, but at least give her a chance. Please? Remember that we didn’t start with the right foot either.” You give them a wry smile.

“That’s different though.” Emily groans. “Urgh! Fine, we’ll listen to her! Only because you asked, though!” Emily is clearly very annoyed, but the firm kiss she plants on your lips tells you it’s not with you.

Megan sighs in defeat. “Let’s go to one of the cubicles in the library.” She suggests. Good thing she did, because you think that if they’d gone to the rooftop, some busybodies would’ve followed them. She gives you a kiss as well and gives you a resigned smile.

Jessica shoots you a grateful smile as she walks past you with your girls towards the library. You can only hope it goes well.

As for yourself, you’re alone now. You wonder if you should look for someone to have lunch with. You walk towards the cafeteria, a place that is now free of danger, wondering if Emma or Mia would be up for it. You could also try looking for Katherine or Sophia. You’d like to spend some time with them. Or maybe you could get crazy and have lunch with Olivia and/or Lilian.

It’s as you muse on this and walk down the set of stairs that you step on something. A notebook. It looks cheap and has a black cover. You look around and there’s nobody close by. You pick it up because… well, because it doesn’t feel good to leave it on the ground? Honestly, what are the chances of you knowing who it belongs to?

…

Sophia Johnson. That’s the name that’s neatly written behind the front cover. Okay, you’ll give it back to her when you see her.

Deciding to just eat alone today, you get your food and pick a quiet spot to sit. As you eat, you glance at the notebook next to your tray. Of course, you get curious and flip through the pages. The first things you read seem to be brainstorming for arguments. She has beautiful handwriting, too. You smile, realizing again how diligent that girl is. After that, there are many pages left blank before it starts again. These are not arguments. And something catches your eye.

Your name.

“David pinned me against the wall, like he knew I loved. His hands roamed my body, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a high-pitched moan when he grasped my tits. I smiled at him, letting him know I loved it. It seemed he wanted to be rough today. I felt myself getting wet at the mere thought of what he’d do to me. He teased me even more, taking my nipple into his mouth even though I’m still fully dressed. Even so, I felt him nibbling my nipple through mu shirt. The pleasure was so intense that his name escaped my lips, like a whisper.

‘David…! Oh my God…!’

He was eager, and even I couldn’t wait much longer. It was a thrill when he lifted my skirt and his eyes widened at the little gift I prepared for him. I was worried about what he’d think of crotch-less panties, but judging by the passion with which he kissed my neck and his eagerness in penetrating me, I knew without words that he loved them.

He lifted my leg and I let him manhandle me. I felt his dick entering me, and my pussy did its best to welcome him like a king. I moaned loudly, not caring if everybody heard. He wanted me then and there, so I gave myself to him. We did it so much last night, yet he’s insatiable. I screamed this name loudly, as if letting everyone know I’m his property.

‘David…! Yes…! David!’”

Words are amazing. Your heart is pumping like mad.

Okay, ignore the growing boner in your pants, rather, try to hide it, and think this rationally. So, Sophia is into writing a little erotica. Nothing wrong with that. Sure, she should be careful not to lose her notebook or even bring it to school, but hey, you have proof between your legs that the girl is a decent writer.

But it’s just a coincidence that the guy’s name is David, right?

…

The AMA says otherwise. If she’s been writing erotica with you as the male lead, then that 51 lust score makes a lot of sense.

Why is she doing it though!? Why you!? And why are you flipping through the pages looking for more!?

“I laid besides my husband on the king-sized bed, our naked bodies pressed together as I eagerly sucked on his tongue. I pressed my tits against his chest and rubbed my nipples on him, knowing how much he likes it. When David pulled away from me, I knew my turn was over for the moment. He turned his head to the right, where his first wife eagerly waited for him. Megan fed him her breasts, and although smaller than mine, we know he enjoyed them greatly.

Her moans of pleasure joined those of David’s second wife, Emily. I looked at her as she bounced on his pelvis, greedily impaling herself on our husband’s cock. Her face was of pure ecstasy, her eyes dazed by the intense pleasure. I wanted my turn to come so badly, I wanted to feel my husband inside me once more. However, even as I saw Emily’s body shiver in delight as she reached her climax, I still had to wait, for it’s the third wife’s turn.

To this day I’m still mesmerized when I see David’s cock pulling out of one of our pussies. He was still erect and ready to satisfy us all. Or maybe I should say that it took all four of us to satisfy him? Emily laid back on the big bed to breathe and Katherine leaned her face close to David’s cock. She took it in her mouth and cleaned it earnestly, and after receiving a nod from our husband, she straddled him and her pussy swallowed him whole.

Yes, I’m the fourth wife, but I don’t mind. I get just as much attention as the first, second and third, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me again. It was my turn to tend to his mouth again, so I fed him my breasts this time.”

Okay, you might need to go and borrow Emma’s restroom. Maybe Emma herself, if she’s up for it.

What is this? Is this how Sophia feels? Is this what she wants? You can understand Emily and Megan being here, but Katherine as well? God, you have so many questions.

“Mr. David Walker, what are you doing there? You look a little flustered.”

Oh no.

You instinctively look back and close the notebook, but it’s too late.

You watch as Sophia’s smile fades as she lays her eyes on the notebook. You can see the dots in her head connecting as her eyes widen and her face starts to redden deeply.

You cough to clear your throat. “I think… this is yours?” You hesitantly hand her her notebook, and she just as hesitantly receives it and looks inside. Once she confirms it’s hers, she hides her face behind it.

“Oh my fucking God…!” She gasps.

“Y-You have really nice handwriting.” Yes. Masterful dodge, Walker.