Search for Jessica

Glancing at the clock overhead, Toby saw he'd been in Mr. Durnham's class for nearly ten minutes. That left him with a significant chunk of time until his next class was due to start and the bemused teen decided to hide out in the library.

Walking down the empty halls, he began trying to process all the information he had to take in since last night; not only was his next door neighbor apparently a genie, but he'd been granted her ring, giving him access to unlimited wishes...

A paranoid thought crept into Toby's mind; having something so valuable on his finger suddenly made the danger in losing it feel all the more threatening. He needed to find Jessica... But how could he do that when she'd still be in her class, not given permission to leave like Toby? He needed an excuse to get her out of the classroom, if only for a few minutes.

He could just lie, knock on the door, tell the teacher that the office needed to speak to Jessica about... he couldn't think of anything viable. Any excuse he gave would set off red flags such as why they didn't use the intercom if it was so important, and if it wasn't that important then Jessica could just wait until after class to go to the office.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Toby's head; who cares if his lies didn't make any sense? All he needed were a few moments of privacy with Jessica and he could wish everything back to normal so he wouldn't get in trouble. He could tell the teacher the intercom system was down, that a pack of rabid squirrels had invaded the school, or that Jessica's locker was smoking and the office needed her combination right now!

With his plan set, he began to wander the halls, glancing into various classrooms in search of Jessica, only to come up empty. Which shouldn't have surprised Toby since he didn't even know which room she could be in for her first class, nor if she was even at school today. This continued for another five minutes as he roamed the halls, peeking into each room he passed in hopes of spotting Jessica, with no luck.

As he passed yet another room full of students who looked like they'd rather be anywhere but at school this early, he muttered under his breath, "Come on where are you? I wish I knew where you were, Jess."

He suddenly felt a light tugging on his shoulder. He expected to find a teacher whom he'd have to explain his wandering to, but when he turned around he found only an empty hallway. However, he felt the tugging sensation again on the front of his shirt, growing more insistent. Toby took a tentative step forward, and feeling another tug, he realized it was trying to pull him along.

Jessica was having a bad morning. Actually to be honest she had been having a bad night that just got worse in-so-much that it didn't end. If someone were to see the girl now, with her messy hair, bloodshot eyes, rumpled clothes, and her fingers steadily working themselves in and out of her dripping hole, it would be fair to say they wouldn't recognize her.

Her bad night had started off nice enough with her throwing a party for her birthday, only for it to quickly spin out of control with her learning she was a genie, subsequently losing the ring she was bound to, her neighbor finding said ring, her best friend spraining her wrist thanks to that nerd Kevin, trying to get her ring back only for her neighbor to not believe her, and then wish she'd fuck herself, which she had done... dutifully and repeatedly ever since...

Jess gave another pitiful attempt to try and stop her hand, gritting her teeth with the effort as she tried to do something to hold it still with her other hand. But no matter how hard she tried to wrestle with herself, it was like it had a strength and mind of its own - a mind entirely set on doing nothing but toying and teasing with her dripping snatch, endlessly...

She felt like crying, but would vehemently deny anyone's suggestions that the slow watery tracks on her face were from her crying. She was Jessica Edwards, the Queen Bee, the perfect girl who had everything, she didn't cry!

Her fingers caught a particularly sensitive patch inside of her and her body went stiff for a few moments as yet another orgasm washed over her, causing her teeth to clench tighter, and few more 'not tears' to push out of her eyes.

Jess's hand was beginning to go numb, leaving only that prickly feeling you get when a limb falls asleep. She wished she could've fallen asleep last night, but she was unable due to her fingers continually thrusting in and out of her, and having orgasm after exhausting orgasm that was slowly driving her insane. She was momentarily afraid that she'd never get to sleep again, only for that to be washed away as a horrifying thought entered her mind - what would happen when her hand well and truly fell asleep? Would she switch or would her numb limb continue to thrust in and out of her wetness, like a puppet guided by invisible strings...?

As the sunrise came and went Jess could only stare anxiously out at the morning light from her bedroom window, her body aching and wet, shivering with the endless horror of orgasm after orgasm that she was forcing out of herself. Would she dehydrate? Pass out? What would happen if someone came and found her like this? How could she hope to explain?

Jess whimpered, a soft mewl of helplessness escaping her lips. It was his stupid wish... carelessly made, but with consequences that had plunged Jess into an erotic nightmare. She knew, as much as the idea humiliated her, that she needed to find him - her only hope was to convince him or show him what he'd done so he could undo it...

But she knew her neighbor would be on his way to school by now... how could she... ungh…

Another unwanted orgasm caused the girl's whole body to shiver.

Without any other option, Jess managed to haul herself from her bed, and staggered on weakened knees to her closet. She discovered that as long as she kept one hand dutifully inside herself, she was able to get dressed - just. She'd had to switch hand midway through putting on blouse, but putting her skirt on, a knee-length black one, had been rather simple. She'd forgone wearing any panties since with her hand always occupying the space they would feel restrictive. Which was an easy decision to make in comparison to her forgoing wearing a bra.

Trying to walk with one hand buried inside the waistband of her skirt, fingering her mercilessly wasn't easy - but Jess knew she didn't have a choice. She had to find her '_Master'. _Fortunately, she was able to drive her SUV with one hand, and realizing that she would have to drive slow to compensate, she left earlier than normal while one hand slowly traced a circle around her hole, teasing her as she lightly dipped it into herself.

Unfortunately, she'd promised Tiffany the previous night she'd give her a ride to school since Tiffany couldn't drive herself with her sprained wrist, and Jessica would never doom her friend to the social suicide that was the public bus.

It was in front of Tiffany's house that her morning had began to hit its high notes, ironically. She'd been waiting patiently while Tiffany said goodbye to her family when he'd heard the familiar voice echo in her mind, "I wish those idiots would clean up after themselves if they're going to throw a party."

The sudden rush of heat and arousal that slammed into her made Jess jump, causing her to sink two of her finger hilt deep into her now soaked pussy and her hand to savagely smash into her clit as she made a noise somewhere between a whimper and low scream. She felt herself squirt, leaving a small pool of her juices covering both the seat and herself.

Quickly trying to come up with a way to cover up the fact she had just soaked herself with her own juices, Jessica quickly grabbed a water bottle as she tipped it back to get a drink, only to 'accidentally' not catch it all as a bit fell down, splattering off the seat and leaving her skirt wetter than before. She hoped it would suffice as an excuse to Tiffany as the raven-haired cheerleader climbed into the SUV, doing her best to cradle her sprained wrist close to her chest.

"Hey Jess, thanks for giving me a ride this morning. I don't know if I could've handled riding on that smelly bus in my condition," Tiffany said as Jess pulled away, headed to school - albeit at a slower pace than normal, but Tiffany probably just assumed it was due to Jess's SUV being new.

"Hey, Jess, what's wrong with you, you're looking really red this morning?" Tiffany asked, looked straight at Jessica's blushing red face as she tried not to give away the fact that she was driving with one hand while her other one was buried deep inside her soaking hole.

"Some idiot almost hit me while I was waiting for you, and made me spill my water all over myself," Jessica muttered under her breath, although Tiffany still heard her just fine as the ravenette's eyes glanced down to see Jessica's wet skirt, as well as the small pool of liquid in her seat.

"Aww, are you sure that isn't where you got wet thinking about poor little ol' me?" Tiffany adopted a fake accent as Jessica's blush went atomic at her words. However, there was something about the way Tiffany said it that made Jessica softly chuckle, knowing her friend was only teasing and hadn't really meant what she had inadvertently accused.

"As if, your skanky ass couldn't even give Rhett a boner, and he openly flirts with Mrs. Chen!" Jessica returned fire with all the practiced ease her friendship afforded her.

Rhett happened to be the water boy for the football team, not because he was good at it, but because no one else had wanted the position at first, and no one wanted it now that he had been the water boy.

"Eww, that's so gross Jess, she's like 90 years old," Tiffany said between giggles.

"Exactly," Jess countered, ending the teasing as they made the rest of the ride in comfort, making small girl-talk on the way.

The next high note of Jessica's morning came as her and Tiffany got to school, as she remembered her predicament, and drove around to the front of the school to drop Tiffany off.

"Hey you can go ahead without me Tiff, I need to find a place to park and I don't want to make you late too," Jessica explained as Tiffany climbed out of the SUV, well as much as one can 'climb' with a sprained wrist. She gave Jess a strange look, but thankfully shut the door and headed inside anyways.

Now free of her passenger, Jessica quickly found a parking spot and rushed inside, sneaking in through the backdoor of the building, which afforded her a straight shot to one of the sets of bathrooms in the building. She ducked inside, and headed into the last stall before locking it behind herself. Sitting on the thankfully clean toilet, she decided she'd hide out until midway through classes, and then sneak out and try to find...

I don't even know his name! How the hell am I going to find him if I don't even know who I'm looking for? It's not like I can just walk up to reception and ask them to call Master to the front office.

Oh yeah, that's why she never bothered to learn his name, because while he had her ring, all she could call him was Master. That would be fun to explain.

She was beginning to grow more **** every minute that passed. Last night she'd scowled at Kevin as he'd jumped out of her window, tackling poor Tiffany to the ground to get that ring, and now she understood the feeling. When she saw Master, would she do the same, tackle him and attempt to wrest the ring away from, all while one of her hands dutifully pleasured her? Was this going to be her life now, forever stuck masturbating because she couldn't bring herself to find her ring?

That was when the 'not tears' had started as she crawled over to the corner of the stall, her soiled skirt the only protection her body had from the filthy floor as both her eyes and pussy continued to leak on herself.

She was brought out of her tearfully pleasuring as she heard his voice again, "I wish I wasn't so late."

Jessica didn't even notice the burst of heat that blossomed within her as she was lost in her own self-pity.

Jessica did notice when not even twenty minutes later, not that she knew that, she heard a second wish that fill her with more fear than arousal (which was saying something as she came once again), "I wish I knew where you were, Jess."

Jessica tried to push herself up, to find something to lock the door with so he wouldn't walk in and find her there with her hand buried inside herself, a small pool of her juices around her, and looking like the hot mess she knew she was.

But before she could manage to get strength back into her legs, she heard the bathroom door creak open slightly.