Author note: Hello, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm just here to let you know I am taking my scheduled three-week break. My next chapter will be published on April 25th. I hope you all have a great easter weekend (for those of you who celebrate it)

Entering Mrs. Flung’s classroom, John saw some students already settled at their desks with their books, some students had laptops and others had notepads, while several students checked in as present for the class before exiting.

John got comfortable at his desk before retrieving his special edition copy of The Hobbit. Although he had read and listened to the book several times, he was required to write a report which prompted him to want to refresh his memory.

Before flipping to his bookmarked page, John’s phone vibrated and Alison’s contact flashed on the screen.

< A: Hi John, I’m on my way home to test out my new abilities. Speaking of, I unlocked a new one. Erin will probably show you what I did with it but I want to show it off myself so asked her to keep it a surprise. Oh also instead of sitting in Mrs Flung’s class, you should go and get comfortable in the cheerleader’s club room. >

While reading the first message another appeared.

< A: Violet said I’m being too subtle. Go spend your class time in the club room. >

There was a pause before another message came through.

< A: Xx >

Smiling, John stowed his book in his bag and stood. He headed towards the door, pausing at Mrs. Flung’s Desk. The teacher didn’t look up but held a finger up indicating John should wait. She was reading Frankenstein, one of the three reading assignment choices. Once she reached the end of the page, she looked up at John expectantly.

“Uhm, I’m gonna read somewhere a little more comfortable, is that okay?” he asked, more to be polite than actually asking permission.

Flung nodded. “Of course, the best reading experience always comes with comfort. If I could, I’d love to curl up in a nice chair with a cup of tea and my book. Anyway, enjoy your book,” she replied.

Politely nodding, John exited the classroom before making his way towards the gym locker room, simultaneously typing out a text to Alison.

< J: You got another skill already? That’s pretty quick. Will you at least give me a hint? Maybe which class it’s for? Oh also, I’m on my way to the club room now. Xx >

The anticipation for an answer caused his pace to quicken, and when he received a response, he was fast to open it.

< A: Violet said: “Mind ya business”. I’m not giving any hints, and told Erin not to either. >

Again there was a pause before John received another message with two kisses on it. His excitement dampened slightly from her response and his pace slowed down. John’s mind raced at the possibilities Alison’s new ability could be.

His imagination got the better of him, and before he knew it, he was approaching the hallway leading to the gym locker rooms. He walked towards the door which bore both an “out of order” and “staff only” signs.

Opening the door, he spotted Erin immediately, lying across the couch and texting before noticing his entrance, at which point she smiled and shifted into a more seductive pose.

John closed the door behind him and then joined Erin, who moved again, sitting up straight so that John could sit next to her. Once on the couch, Erin shuffled closer and draped her arm over his shoulder.

With a smirk, Erin gazed over at John and greeted him, “Hello there.”

John chuckled to himself before replying, “General Kenobi.”

A groan escaped Erin’s lips, and asked, “Can you not be a nerd for like twenty minutes?”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t know exactly what the reference was, you all but set me up for it,” he retorted.

She let out an amused scoff before replying, “No way. I’m way too pretty to watch those movies.”

“Yet, you knew they were movies.” John burst into laughter. “And you’re not too pretty for Magic the Gathering though, right?”

Erin’s free hand shifted to his thigh as she suggested an alternative, “Instead of asking questions about nerd stuff, maybe I could slide onto the floor in front of you, pull out your dick, and see if I can still taste Vanessa on you?”

John stopped her, taking her hand in his. “No, you wouldn’t taste Vanessa. I used magic to get clean. Also, though a blowjob sounds great, learning more about you is more interesting to me, especially since that involves MTG.”

Erin let out a heavy sigh and pulled her hand back. “So annoying! After everything Violet told me about you, I know you’re similar to my dad, so you’re not gonna let up until I tell you…” she complained.

Climbing over, Erin straddled John and looped her arms around his neck. “The short answer is that I got into it because of my dad. I know that’s not enough for you, though, right?” she asked, to which John nodded. “I mentioned that I was a gymnast, right? Before I was on the cheer team? Well, I had a local competition when I was younger.

“On the same day was a pretty big Magic tournament and my dad got held up. Basically, the morons both decided on Stax decks, I fucking hate those decks. Anyway, that caused the game to draw out,” he explained.

John interjected, “Uh, what’s a Stax deck? I only have a passing understanding of MTG, I’ve never actually played.”

Erin sighed. “So in a nutshell, a Stax deck’s purpose is to control and disrupt their opponent by destroying their resources and options, things like forcing them to discard cards or paying extra mana for spells. It slows down your game plan, which obviously slows down the game somewhat. Now imagine that twice over and the match drones on.”

“Oh, okay, I get it. Kinda like wearing your opponent down,” John confirmed.

“Yeah, so, anyway, Dad got to the school about halfway through the competition, but by that time my set had already finished. Mom was super pissed and tried throwing the cards out which was when I said I wanted them. She gave a condition she thought I’d never agree to, which was that I’d actually have to play with them,” Erin continued.

She sighed but smiled at John. “As it turned out, I enjoyed the game, and Dad didn’t have to throw his hobby out entirely. Mom let him play so long as it was with me and she was around to supervise. So yeah, that’s the story.”

“So you started playing so that your dad’s cards wouldn’t be thrown away? That’s so thoughtful and sweet,” John commented, earning a warm appreciative smile from Erin.

“I guess. It just seemed a waste. But don’t get the wrong idea; it doesn’t mean I’m some video game nerd or something,” Erin added.

John narrowed his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to deflect? What are you hiding?”
“Fine, fine,” she grumbled, giving John a half smile as she climbed off him and walked to her bag. She bent over at the hips and swayed them for John’s enjoyment.

Retrieving an object, she moved to the coffee table and placed a small box on top. She popped the clips on top and the lid butterflied open, revealing two rows of cascading shelves. Inside were small bottles of different colours, several tiny brushes, a pair of odd glasses, and three unpainted miniatures, along with a completely painted wizard.

“Miniature painting. I’ve been doing it for a few years and I even get paid by the comic book store owner for custom paint jobs. One of the girls at the store got me into it and I kept doing it because I found it therapeutic,” she explained. “I don’t actually play any of the games you use miniatures in though, but I do sometimes look up the creatures I paint.”

John joined Erin, kneeling on the floor by the coffee table. He plucked the finished miniature from the box and inspected it. “Wow, you’ve done an amazing job with this. It’s not a surprise that people wanted to pay you for them, you must have a steady hand,” he commented.” I’m really impressed.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Just don’t go blabbing; only my parents and Alison know about it. I had Alison cover for me with Vanessa,” Erin confessed. “This is what I usually do on Wednesdays in the art studio with Alison while she’s busy with her projects.”

“Who would I even tell?” John laughed. “And even if I had people to tell, it’s not my business to share your hobbies. Do you have any more? Anything I might like too?”

Gently Erin pulled the figure from John’s hand, carefully stowing it before packing her kit back up. “Just the usual, you know? Shopping, TV, the gym, yoga, judo, and of course, can’t forget my favourite, sex,” she casually listed.

Erin bent over to store the miniature box back in her bag and she ensured to lean far enough to display her panties for John. She opened her legs slightly, looking up at him from between and giving a sly smile as he stared.

“I’m surprised you still haven’t asked about Alison’s new ability,” Erin mused. “Well, never mind that for now, follow me.”

Without waiting for John’s response, Erin walked away, making her way into the washroom. Though John narrowed his eyes, he stood and followed along.

Once she reached the furthest wall of the washroom, Erin turned on her heels, pushing John into the shower stall and closing the door behind him. “Uh, what are you doing?” he questioned.

His question was left unanswered. “Hey, John. Over here,” Erin called, her voice coming from behind him.

As he turned around, he felt his dick twitch. At crotch level, a hole in the wall revealed Erin’s open mouth, her tongue extended into his stall.

Kneeling down to peer through the hole, John was caught off guard when Erin pulled back and laughed, maintaining eye contact with him. “So, what do you think? Alison did a pretty good job, right? That new skill of hers is pretty interesting. I’m going to regret not being able to see your face when she shows it to you.”

John was stunned into silence. Not only was there a glory hole, but Alison made it, and on top of that, his mind flooded yet again with ideas of what skill Alison could have gotten trying to internally argue which class the skill could have come from to try and figure out what the skill as a whole could do.

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