To save yourself from humiliation

You know Sunday is “the Lord’s Day,” but you never would have imagined that your prayers could have been answered for a Sunday like this one.

You’re lying on the bed of Rebecca, a dark-haired cheerleader you’ve nursed a crush on for years. The two of you have shared some intense shit, starting that hot night when you first saw her naked; and recently, you’ve stepped things up a notch. You’ve fucked four times in the past three days, and you wouldn’t even believe it if your hand weren’t currently resting on her magnificent C-cup tits.

She smiles at you and brushes the hair out of her eyes. Her sweat, partly from the heat and partly from the very hot sex you’ve just had, only makes her more alluring, and you know it won’t be long before you’re clamoring to climb inside her pussy again, hoping her sisters don't hear. For the moment, though, you’re both happily at peace.

“Listen,” she says finally, sitting up but not bothering to cover herself. “We have to figure out about Ariel.”

“Come oooon,” you moan. “Can’t we do that later?”

“Sam!” she laughs at you. “That’s the whole reason you’re here, isn’t it? To brainstorm about what to do.”

“Uh huh, sure, yep, that’s why I’m here,” you say. You smile, as you reach for her boob, and she playfully smacks your hand away.

“Come on, think with your brain for once,” she says. “Ariel is seriously fucked up, and she’s going to fuck us up if we don’t give her what she wants.”

Rebecca is right, of course. Two nights ago, Ariel captured video footage of you and Rebecca having sex at school. And then, total weirdo that she is, she promised to spread the tape far and wide unless you gave her another one. Of you and the school nurse having sex.

“OK, OK, you’re right,” you say. “And to be honest, I’ve been thinking a lot about this.”

“Oh really?” Rebecca arches her eyebrow. “You’ve been thinking a lot about having sex with our school nurse?”

You blush. “I mean, wait, I mean, well, yeah!”

Rebecca laughs at you. “I’m just kidding you, stupid,” she says. “Who wouldn’t think of that?” She adds with a wink, “Hell, even I might tap that if I had the chance.”

“You don’t say?”

“In your dreams,” she says and starts to pull on a sports bra. “That’ll be the day when you get to have Mrs. Pill and a hot high school cheerleader at the same time.”

“That does sound like a nice dream,” you respond. “Anyway,” you continue, “as I see it, the best leverage I have is her emails.” You mentally review the years’ worth of sexy pictures you’ve stolen from Mrs. Pill’s hacked email account. Nothing beats that first picture you saw of her from when she was 18 herself.

You’ve always wondered whether she was pregnant when this picture was taken. Maybe I’ll have a chance to find out, you realize.

“Well, there is another way,” Rebecca says.

“Oh?” you ask.

“Yeah. You know, instead of forcing her to fuck a student, you could… you know….”

“What?”

“Seduce her,” she says quietly.

“Seriously?”

“Well, you got me didn’t you?” Rebecca asks.

You choose not to bring up the uncomfortable fact that what brought you and Rebecca together was a series of nonconsensual and frankly somewhat traumatizing experiences of humiliation. Much better to focus on your—what? “relationship?”—as it currently stands.

“Or,” you counter, “There’s always the threesome idea.”

“Ha, that is not happening!”

“Not with you,” you laugh. “With Rachel!”

“Rachel? Gross!” she shouts. “No way!”

“I’m only joking,” you say. “But in all seriousness, I could get closer to Rachel and use that to get closer to her mom.”

Rebecca considers this. “That’s not a bad idea, actually.”

You think on it, too. “It’s really not.”

“OK, so let’s pick a path,” Rebecca says. “Which adventure do you want to have?”

(Author’s note: Comment here or on the next chapter(s) to suggest which path you’d like to see first!)