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The footballer’s confession and the Teachers reward
Chapter 188
by 
AwesomePossum
Erik puts in his headphones. He didn’t take it personally when Vi said that she needed some time to think about what happened with Maki. I mean, who can blame her, realistically?
Erik can’t help but sympathise with his stepsister. Granted, he would’ve handled it all differently, but her heart was in the right place, and it was completely in character for her.
He’s not too worried, though. Vi and her had an undeniable connection, apparently sexually and as friends. On the way home, Vi was already starting to soften from her initial reaction.
Erik isn’t theological. But he truly feels that Vi and Maki are two people who are destined to be friends and close and maybe even more; he reckons that there’s a world where Vi is dating Maki rather than him. They are just that connected and similar.
But for now, Vi needs the space; he’s grateful to have an excuse not to work at the club. He opens his textbook; he has an abundance of time. He may as well do his best to get another win with Mrs Revers and try not to be the loser that she had teased him with last time.
‘Maybe if I lose… She’ll let me watch… That’s nearly better…’
Erik rests his head on his desk. “What is wrong with me lately?”
…
Hello Mr Doe.
Typically, I wait to reveal who wins until you arrive, but I’m very proud of the work you’ve done. A perfect score with your last submission, and then nearly this time. Missed it by one point.
You should be very proud. I’m glad you’re keeping this up.
You are successful in this weeks challenge. Please come to my office at 6:00 pm.
I’ll confirm the details with you by texting.
Warm regards,
Amelia Revers.
Hello Erik. I’m sure that the school monitors emails. Here are the details I wanted to confirm.
Keep up the good work, and maybe I’ll ask my husband to send me more photos from that trip…
Try not to waste too much of your load on this...
“Fuck me.” He breathes, pulling his pants down, knowing that he’ll have more than enough left in the tank for whatever reward is promised to him tomorrow evening.
Erik makes his way to Amelia’s office, head in his phone. For the first time in a long time, there’s no sense of anxiety in him as he goes to the professor's office. That is, until he sees Marcus leaning outside Amelia’s door.
“Marcus?” He asks, making eye contact with the man, whose face is interestingly… distraught.
“Hey man… Do you have a moment?”
Erik looks at the time. Thank god he’s always early. 5:45 pm.
“Yeah man, 15 minutes.”
Marcus grimaces, looks outside the window, his foot tapping.
“Ah, fuck man, I, uhm. Look, we’re cool, right?”
Erik is taken aback. “What? Yeah.. Yeah, man, for sure.” Erik shrugs. “The thing with Amelia is just competition, right?”
He nods, swallowing nervously. “Yeah, exactly! I know we don’t hang out or anything, but we’re friends, right? You would tell me if I had a girlfriend or something that was cheating on me?”
Erik now has a sense of what's happening. “Weirdly specific… But yeah, if I saw that, do you have a girlfriend?”
He shakes his head. “Well. I, I’m on the football team. I think I mentioned that ages ago.”
“Mhmm?” Erik tilts his head, swallowing nervously as a betraying thought runs through his mind.
‘Marcus is going to fuck Amelia and Vi.’
“Look, uhm, you have a girlfriend, right?”
Erik nods.
“Yep. She recently joined the cheerleaders. Vi. You know her?"
‘He sent her a picture of himself… She told me how much she enjoyed getting them, the hunger from Marcus and the rest of them…’
“Yeah… I uhm. Oh shit, man. Have you ever heard the rumours? About the football team and the cheerleaders?”
Erik nods. “What happens after wins, you mean?”
He nods. “Yes! Exactly. It’s completely true. And, look. I didn’t know at the time. I swear, man.”
Erik cocks an eyebrow.
“The other week, as part of, like, sadistic motivation from the cheerleaders, we got a message from the two new cheerleaders, one of them.. Being Vi.” His face is one of genuine sorrow. “I didn’t put the dots together in the moment. But I… Fuck. I texted her nudes of my cock, and she sent me a photo of her tits… One of them I showed the team… She said I could, though! I promise you, bro. I legit had no idea.”
Erik stares at him. This is so serious for Marcus; he has to resist the urge to laugh.
“I respect you, and what happens here.” He puts his hands on his chest and back at Erik. “I get why you pretend to lose; you don’t want to push the cheating too far on your end. But bro, I really think she’s going to get involved with the… winning activities we do after games. I’m sorry, bro. You deserve to know.”
‘He thinks I lose on purpose?’
Erik sighs. He cannot believe that, once again, it falls to him to tell someone about their relationship.
“Goddamn it.” He mutters. Checking the time, enough to give Marcus a quick explainer.
…
“Wait, so you don’t pretend to lose?”
“Is that what you got from that?”
Marcus chuckles. “Oh fuck man. You have no idea how much that was eating away at me. I like you, man. I had no idea how to say to you that your girlfriend was cheating on you.”
“That would be easier to explain.” Erik replies, rubbing his temple, why couldn’t Maki go about it like this?
Wait… it’s happened again. He realizes internally. He’s mentioned Marcus in the context of Amelia to Vi before… How is it that neither of them put the dots together; not her when she was texting him, and not himself when she was showing him the texts.
‘God we need to pay more attention…’
“So…. It’d be cool?”
“What?” Erik asks.
‘He’s going to fuck my girl.’
“If she’s on the team… and we win?”
“If she’s okay with it… It’s up to her.”
“Oh, yeah! As she’s told you! It’s all crazy consent stuff in there.” He grins. “Shit, man. I had no idea you were such a freak. Fuck, if I ever get a girlfriend, I promise you, you’ll be allowed to fuck her.”
Erik laughs. “Thanks, man.”
“Shit, dude. For real. Vi. Oof. Hot as fuck.”
“Oh, I know, man.” Erik chuckles.
“For real. I think that she’s the hottest on the team. Even hotter than Ophelia.” He claps him on the back, letting out another sigh of relief.
Erik chuckles. “Yeah, man.” He checks the time. “I should head in.”
Marcus claps him again and nods. “Yeah, sounds good. Fuck, I’m so glad, man.”
As his hand touches the door. He looks back at the retreating Marcus.
‘He’s going to fuck Vi better- '
Erik shakes his head.
“On time as always, Erik,” Amelia smirks, her hands clasped on top of the desk.
‘Somehow…’
“I endeavour to please”, He responds, smiling.
She chuckles. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s very pleasing for me when you boys do well.” She chuckles. “I’m not sure if I’m still the one handing out rewards now.”
“Don’t let that stop you.” He chuckles.
She smirks. “Well. You’ve got a good reward today. The first time you’ve taken the lead for a while, right?”
He nods. “I think so.”
She stands up, but instead of going around the entirety of the desk, she sinks onto her knees. “Join me?”
Erik stands and walks around, staring down at the professor. “Today, you get to fuck my throat.” She opens her mouth and points at her tongue. “Right. Here.”
Erik grins; he sits down in her chair, getting a disapproving smirk from Amelia. “Naughty boy.”
Erik tugs his pants down. If he’s honest, he’s been hard since the thought of Vi getting fucked by Marcus and the football team entered his mind.
She bites her lip and opens her mouth again, licking her lips.
He reaches down and grabs the sides of her head.
“Take your reward, Mr Doe.”
He grabs the older woman's head and roughly pulls her mouth down onto his cock.
Uuuuurrrghhhhhh
She gags loudly as the fullness of his cock slides down her throat, holding her deep, enjoying the natural sensations of her throat twitching around him before letting go and pulling back.
“Aaaaaaah.” She groans, her eyes narrowed with lust. “That’s all you got for me?”
“Hold your breath.”
He grabs her head and pulls her down again, meeting each pull of her head with a thrust of her hips. She gags lewdly from each thrust; if anyone were to walk in now, there would be no explanation for what’s happening.
He pulls her head back and pants as she looks at her face, sharp green eyes glimmering with tears from choking; she sticks her tongue out, moving her tongue side to side. “Gooohod bhoohoy.” She moans.
Erik pulls her head back down, thrusting hard, the sounds of her gagging once again filling the room.
“Fuck me!” He groans. Amelia moans her encouragement, herself enjoying the use of her throat.
“Kurkgp Goiihing!!” She gags around him, her eyes watering, boring into his soul from her position on the floor.
Erik eventually reaches his limit, pulling his head off and stroking at her face.
“Cum, baby. Cum for mommy.” She moans, unbuttoning her top and pushing her breasts up for him.
He groans, grateful to be sitting down, or else he would for sure lose his footing. “FuuuuuuhhhckkK!”
She giggles and moans, reaching up to smother his hot jets of cum into her skin as her other hand rubs on his thigh, coaxing him to keep going.
“See how good the rewards are getting now?” She chuckles, putting a glazed fingertip on the middle of her tongue. “Keep winning for me, baby. Beat Marcus to the prize you’re both so close to…” She grins and moans sensually. “Beat him… Be the first one to mould my…” She smirks.
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