The back stairwell

The back stairwell next to the science lab was one of Emma's favorite places to cry. It was usually full of students flowing from the top floor to the main floor, but during lunch it was empty. She had come here the previous day as well; after Lindsey and her friends had tricked her into asking Clayton to prom in front of the whole school.

She folded herself into the darkest corner behind the stairs and tried to blot out the memories.

This isn't how life is supposed to be. It's not supposed to be endless **** and hate. I'm not supposed to be this alone and powerless. FUCK!

She thought she heard Sam calling her name once for twice, but Emma just scooted further into the shadows and didn't respond. After a while, she could hear Layla's voice echoing in her head.

"It doesn't have to be this way. You could do anything you want. Have anyone you want. If you have the strength. Stand up Emma. Use your new gifts."

Emma sighed. She didn't have the first clue what to do with her life, but listening to a succubus didn't seem like a good idea. Whether or not she could trust Layla or her new powers didn't matter now. Lunch was gonna be over any second, and she needed to get to her next class.

Emma got up and stretched her stiff joints. Her science class was just down the hall. By the time she got there, class was about to start. Emma apologized to Miss. Noon and tried to ignore the mocking eyes and smirks of the rest of the class. She fall into the seat next to Sam. Sam gave her a commiserating smile and held up Emma's backpack, that she had left in the cafeteria.

"Thanks." Emma said. "Sorry about all that, and her abandoning you."

"Don't worry about it. Lindsey is a cunt to everyone. You're just her favorite victim."

"Still, thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you Sam."

For some reason that made Sam blush. Her best friend quickly looked away. "Oh, I'm sure you'd be fine."

Emma spent the rest of the period trying to pay attention, but something odd was happening. Just like this morning she was getting really turned on. Emma was fidgeting in her seat more and more, as she felt hot pulses spreading out through her body. She could feel her heart racing.

How the fuck is this happening again so soon! God!!! I don't think I've ever been this horny. What the fuck?!

She knew what Layla had told her on the bus about succubus's needed to fuck to stay alive, but she had hoped coach Tucker had taken care of that problem for longer. Just then, she noticed one of the boys sitting at the lab table next to her and Sam was staring at her out of the corner of his eye. She knew him a little bit (as well as she knew anyone in a school where she had only one friend). His name was Ethan, and she had never thought twice about him...but now.

He was watching her squirm in her seat, and Emma suddenly realized that he and everyone else must know she didn't have any panties on. He grinned at her and raised his eye brows. Normally, Emma would have been mortified and confused, but now...not all she could think about was how good it feel to touch and suck Ethan's cock.

What if I get up and ask Miss. Noon if I can use the bathroom. I wonder if he'd follow me. I wonder if he is even bigger than coach Tucker.

Emma felt herself getting wet at the thought of Ethan's cock. "You ok Emma?" Emma turned as Sam spoke to her.

God! I never realized how hot Sam is! Those hazel eyes and perky little tits. Fuck! I wan't to kiss her so bad.

Emma actually leaned forward a little, as if she was about to start making out with her best friend in the middle of biology class. This was getting out of hand. Emma needed to do something fast, or she would loose her mind. She shot up her hand up.

"Miss. Noon! I need to use the bathroom!"

As soon as she got permission, Emma stood up and started moving towards the door. She caught Ethan's eye as she did, and gave him a little wink. The classroom door shut behind her with a soft _snink. _Emma tried to breath deeply in the cool hallway. What she was doing was crazy, but it wasn't any crazier than what she did this morning. She hurried down the hall to the girls bathroom and shut her self in a stall.

Seconds ticked by.

Maybe Ethan won't follow. Maybe he just thought I was crazy to do this.

Emma slid her hands up her thighs to the heat between her legs. She new from experience that she wouldn't be able to take care of the problem herself.

What do I do? Wait for Ethan, find someone else, or just try and hold it?

That was when the bathroom door opened.