Can I come?

A/N: This story will follow two POV's and sometimes both at the same time. One of Jack and one of Samir.

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Jack's POV

"Man my grades are going to shit more and more with every test." Jack slammed the desk and whined to Allie.

He and Allie were sitting in the library, where Jack was busy cramming for the history test they had the next day. Allie was being a kind girlfriend and teaching him.

Being an A-grade student herself, she was very good at teaching too. History was one of her favourite subjects. The art and culture of olden times fascinated her.

"That's what happens when someone tries to be a star," Allie said sarcastically, leaning more towards Jack, brushing her huge tits over his arm.

"Hey, what do you mean tries? I am the star." He said with a smug expression on his face, totally ignoring the soft and squishy feeling on his arm.

Although she came here with good intentions but she was, in one word, frustrated. No matter how much she tried, Jack remained unusually clueless. She had no idea how a high school boy with raging hormones could be this dense.

"Hey Jack, why don't I come to your house today. We could have a sleepover and I could teach you all night." Allie emphasised the words 'all night'.

"I don't know, babe, the house is, well, how do I put it, a little....distracting," Jack said sheepishly, running a hand over his neck, slightly pushing Emily away.

"Distracting? But it's a big house and only you and your mom are staying there, right? Your dad is out for another work trip." Allie asked, cocking her head sideways.

"Uhh yeah, leave it. You can come, after all, I need to pass this test or Mrs. Wilcox will kill me." Jack laughed nervously and changed the topic, focusing on studying again.

The truth was that Jack had a huge Mother complex. His mom had always been the hottest woman in his eyes. Thick, meaty with huge breasts and an ass to die for.

A lot of people were not aware of him as he took most of his dad's genes, but his mom was actually of Chinese descent. She had a very cute and innocent look about her.

Her traditional dresses, which were way too small for her curvy body, were always a distraction.

He had tried hard to get out of this complex, even made a girlfriend who looked like a copy of hers, just skinnier. But no matter what, all he could think about all the time were his mom's juicy tits slobbering all over his face.

She, however, was blissfully unaware of all this. She was unaware of most of the things. Due to her very kind and a little bit naive nature.

CLICK!

"Hello"

Jack was startled out of his thoughts. In front of him, there was a short chubby chubby-looking guy. Standing with his backpack, giving a goofy smile.

"Samir? What the hell are you doing here?" Jack's voice was a mix of annoyance and surprise. He stood up, a head taller than the boy.

Samir looked at Jack with a knowing smile, "Just passing by, Jack."

The camera was tucked safely in his bag, but Jack had no idea what was about to happen.

Samir had been watching him all day, waiting for the perfect moment to test the camera's power. And now, with Allie there with him in the library, it seemed like a good opportunity.

With a sly grin, Samir approached the couple. He took a deep breath and took a casual look at Allie's bulging tits, dying to get out of that shirt. The sweat beads on her chest, making the white shirt more and more transparent.

"You are the guy who keeps looking at me, right?" Allie said, unconsciously leaning back.

Samir felt the camera's power stirring within him. He took a step closer, "Yeah, I am Samir. I've seen you around school, but I don't think we've ever talked."

Allie's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" Of course, she knew who Samir was; he kept looking at her with those perverted eyes. Jack has punched him here and there. She felt a little bad, but Samir could not help himself. This guy just kept staring.

CLICK!

The click was barely audible, but the moment it happened, a wave of confusion washed over both of them. He put the camera inside the bag. For some reason, no one was acknowledging the camera a lot. They just looked at it and ignored it.

Jack felt his body stiffen, his eyes glazed over as he heard Samir's voice, but he couldn’t quite make out the words. Meanwhile, Allie looked up from the book, her gaze locking onto Samir's.

Her pupils dilated slightly as Samir brought out the camera and pointed it at her.