Chapter 15 — Marie Joyce

Steffy struggled to break free from her teacher’s harsh kisses by sending a blow to his stomach. Teacher Greg moaned when he felt a sharp pain caused by her assault. It amazed him that despite Steffy’s slender figure; she had such a surprising strength. “What the fuck are you doing!” she roared in his ear. “Let me go you rapist!”

Teacher Greg immediately covered her mouth and dragged her towards an adjacent room inside the library. Steffy immediately recognized this as the storage room since it had spruced new and old books in every corner. But what confused her was the bed that was lying inside the room. ‘Did he seriously prepare the bed’ Teacher Greg pushed her into it as he locked the door behind him, Steffy angrily screamed as she started throwing the pillow towards Teacher Greg. She got a handful of books and also hit him with it. “You want to rape me, right?” she said in a mocking tone. “Fuck you!”

Chuckling, the teacher moved and planted his feet on the floor as he dodged each flying item from her. Then another scream slipped out from Steffy’s mouth as she heaved heavy breathing. “I hate you, you’re a monster!” she spat between greeted teeth.

“I suggest you sit down right now,” the teacher said in a gentle voice. Steffy sat on the bed but not before securing another book to be thrown to her teacher, just in case. Teacher Greg rested his back by the door and continued to marvel at his student. Her hair was in disarray and she knitted her face into a frown, and yet, she could still feel his burning gazes; she knew what those gazes mean. And as he stood there, staring at her, she could see how he lusted over her exposed white thighs. There was a bulge growing underneath his slacks. “Damn it, Steffy. You are so sexy.”

Almost immediately, Steffy felt her cheeks burning. Just the mere thought of being alone with him in this very room suddenly sent a multitude of butterflies inside her stomach.

‘Stop it, Steffy! Get a grip on yourself!’

“What do you want, huh? This?” she mockingly said, as she hastily unbuttoned her blouse. Teacher Greg’s practiced calmness seemed to have left him the moment she started undoing her blouse.

“Damn it, stop that, Miss Rivera.”

“Why?” she continued to mock him. “Are you scared now? Isn’t this what you want?” Steffy’s blouse slid down to the floor, and it exposed her bouncy bosoms right before his eyes. “You monster,” she spat. “Men like you treat women as sex toys! Do you think I’m afraid of you? Well, I’ve experienced more, Sir. You are the worst teacher I’ve ever met—”

In just a swift stride, Teacher Greg was already in front of her, melting her into his gaze and clasping her in his arms. She heard him panting heavily as he pressed her down on the bed.

“I didn’t intend to rape you,” he breathed, his eyes grilled every inch of her. “I-I just wanted to talk to you.”

“If this is about the kiss—”

“Why did you ditch me?”

Steffy rolled her eyes as she answered him in a mocking voice, “I know you wanted me for sex that night, Teacher Greg. And I wasn’t in the mood!”

“You ditched me because you weren’t in the mood?” the teacher replied with a confused look on his face. Smirking Steffy replied, “Yes. I didn’t want to give you a blow job, Mr. Lopez. Where’s the fun on that?”

It was not the exact answer that the teacher was expecting from his student. It delighted Steffy to see him so dazed. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Steffy. The moment you walked through the door of my classroom, I—”

Blinking her eyes, she suddenly felt her blood rushing through her veins, and down to her unchartered body part. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Just then, teacher Greg’s hands started crawling through her left thing and she expected the jitters, and she was not wrong…

“I thought you like me too,” said Teacher Greg as her other hand began touching her face. Steffy could also feel the teacher’s bulge getting bigger now. “That kiss on the dancefloor was real. I’ve felt it, Steffy.”

“I-I was just having fun, Sir,” she replied as she stared at the teacher’s lips. The teacher smiled at her, then pulled her up. He bent down and picked her blouse. “Here, wear this. I’m afraid I might indeed rape you if you stay looking like that.”

Steffy snatched her white blouse and hastily covered her exposed body. It now relieved her that the heated atmosphere immediately dissolved the tension she was feeling just a couple of seconds ago. But the teacher was just simply irresistible that part of her had suddenly yearned to feel his touch again. ‘Get a grip, Steffy!’ her mind was scolding her again.

“Steffy, I’m sorry.” She stopped and stared at him. She could feel the sincerity in those two words, and it suddenly hit a spot in her heart.

“I-I’m sorry too,” she replied in a low voice. The teacher looked at her, smiling and staring at her with a look of respect. Clenching her fists, she then rushed to him and crushed her lips to his again. ‘What’s happening to me?’ She asked herself on her mind, and yet she couldn’t stop kissing him. Every touch he did sent shivers all over her body. It took a couple of seconds for Teacher Greg to struggle and not respond, but the invitation had weakened him. She felt him sucking her lower lip and probing her mouth to open. And when she did, his tongue immediately explored the inside of her mouth.

She could taste him now, just like how she tasted him when they kissed on the dance floor. Their tongues danced in rhythmic movements as Teacher Greg laid her down on the bed. His wet kisses traveled to her earlobe and she cannot stop herself from letting out a small whimper. Various sensations were now consuming her whole being. She felt his hands whisk her thigh, then she quivered when she felt his fingers ran through the hem of her underwear. Caressing his soft hair, she guided his lips down to her bosom. The teacher expertly peeled her clothes and Steffy laid on the bed in full nakedness. His eyes widened as he stared at her. Another moan escaped Steffy’s lips when he felt the teacher’s lips sucking her perked nipples. Long fingers gently massaged her wetness. Her lubrication showed how much her body screamed for him.

“Do you want me to go down on you, Miss Rivera?” he said in a hoarse voice. ‘Y-Yes, please,’ she replied in a form of a moan. She cannot state her thoughts in words. “Tell me, Steffy,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do and I will give it to you. I will worship you like a goddess, Steffy.”

“S-Sir,” she said, panting. “P-Please go down on me...”

Another wave of sensation drowned her as Teacher Greg explored her sensitive part. His tongue expertly left traces all over her precious pearl, making a wave of orgasm immediately gush out of her. Then her teacher started tasting her juices. Steffy blushed at the thought. “Do you trust me?” he asked her as he stood up and unbuckled his pants. Nodding her head, she spread her legs open for him to enter.

Everybody in LNH knew her name. But none of them expected that she’ll be joining them in the school meeting for all the classroom presidents. Hence, the moment she stepped through the office door, all eyes were on her. But it did not surprise her.

People in this school had always been mean to her. Over time, she had learned how to protect herself from their cold shoulders and judgmental stares. They treated her as an insignificant being, so she treated them just the same. Craning her neck as she looked for a vacant seat, but the only unoccupied seat was on the right side of the famous Steffy Rivera. The last thing that she wanted to do was to sit beside this famous gal. She knew almost all the students here were all intimidated by Steffy, and the more that she wanted nothing to do with her, nor to with the other people in school.

As much as possible, she tried to stay away from everyone, hence the name anti-social freak, or simply freaky Marie. For her, being elected as the president in their section was not a privilege, but a punishment. She was the smartest in their class. Maybe it was the main reason her adviser picked her for the position. She probably was the only one whom her teacher can count on since most of her classmates were a bunch of warm-blooded gangsters and bullies.

She was an intelligent student and most of her teachers saw her potential. But because of the bullying she constantly got from everyone in school, she always had the desire to stay in a place where she can hide from everyone. The last section was the only place that was closer to a haven for her. So, despite her intelligence, she begged to be in that section. At least they will not notice her in that class knowing that the teachers disgusted the section’s existence. The people in her section, excluding her, always felt that they did not belong in this school. But why can’t they? There was always a division between those who were the intelligent ones and those who weren’t.

Even standing in this very room felt awkward. Bowing her head, she backed away, thinking that nobody noticed her presence. Apparently, she was mistaken. Steffy Rivera was already on her side, flashing a dazzling smile at her. “Hi, Marie Joyce,” she called her name in a sweet voice. “My name’s Steffy. Will you sit beside me?”

She looked around, feeling small as the surrounding people gave her a mocking stare. ‘Why is she asking me to sit beside her?’ she asked herself. “I-I don’t want to,” she replied in a small voice. Steffy walked towards her and she shivered when her palm touched her right arm.

“Why?”

“I just don’t want to draw so much attention,” she replied. Steffy leaned closer to her, so she abruptly closed her eyes, not wanting to lock eyes with her.

“Well,” Steffy whispered, “you are already drawing too much attention by refusing to sit beside me. The people at the back cannot see what’s in front because you are blocking their sight.” Embarrassed, Marie nodded her head slowly as she followed Steffy. The girl was still holding her arm like she had been a friend for a long time. With a satisfied sigh, Steffy sat on the chair with poise while Marie marveled at her grace. Steffy must have felt her gawking because she once again sent her a sweet smile and a small wink. Marie immediately felt the blood rising from her cheeks. “T-Thank you,” she mumbled, still not making eye contact.

“You’re most welcome,” Steffy replied, tilting her head. “Let’s have lunch together tomorrow, shall we?”

“Why?” she asked, shocked and completely looking dumb. “What do you mean ‘why?” Steffy asked with a chuckle. ‘Why would someone popular want to have lunch with me?’ she replied, but the words did not leave her mouth.

“Don’t worry, Marie. I won’t harm you,” Steffy said again in a confident voice. But before she could respond, the principal butted in, greeting them with an energetic tone. Steffy’s attention was on him now and it left Marie more confused than ever. She also wondered how this popular girl knew her name.

The meeting with the newly elected classroom presidents had been running for almost an hour and a half. Mr. Seson felt drained upon listening to the proposed plans of the students, hence he left them for a couple of minutes. He then walked towards the faculty washroom to ease the tension in his bladder.

The faculty washroom was at the end of the hallway from his office. He still had to walk and pass by three classrooms on the way there. The students greeted him as he marched past them. Opening the door, he went towards the toilet and took a leak, shivering as he felt the warm liquid coming out from his organ.

“I want you to free me already!”

The lines from that student in his school immediately crossed his mind. It was in this very place where he had taken her repeatedly, assaulted her, and made her do dirty things for him. The principal smirked at the thought of that student. Who would have thought that she had become part of the additional sets of officers in his school? Such a good initiative from her adviser.

“Set her free? Bullshit,” he mumbled to himself. “That little bitch is my slave as long as she lives.”

He was just finishing up when he heard a loud bang in one cubicle. He ignored it at first but suddenly felt concerned when another loud thug filled the entire room. “Who’s there?” the fat principal said in an angry voice. “Come out, you piece of shit!”

The room became silent once more. Closing his fly, he turned around and heaved a sigh as he faced himself in the mirror. Then he sauntered towards the cubicle where the mysterious noise came from. “I swear I’m going to kill you if you don’t get out!”

He was just about to open the third cubicle when the main door of the washroom flew open. Two teachers came in and they were a little shocked to see their principal. “Oh, Mr. Principal. We thought you were at the meeting?” one teacher said.

Mr. Seson heaved a sigh and smiled at the newcomers. “Yes, I’m just heading out.” He then turned on his heels to leave. The girl crossed his mind again as he started walking back to his office. He had plans for her after the meeting.

They agreed that the first event the school will organize is an acquaintance party happening on the third week of the month. “Alright, I think we already covered everything. I will dismiss you now,” Mr. Seson said as he looked at them one by one. The students eagerly got off their seats and noisily headed for the door. Everyone was quite excited about the upcoming event.

“Wait, Miss Reyes, you stay. I want you to do something for me.” Marie stopped moving as her hands shook. She could feel herself drowning while looking at the principal’s menacing face. Those students who heard the principal snickered and gave her a mocking stare.

“I-I can’t, sir.” Mr. Seson cleared his throat before he calmly replied. “It’s important.”

“But—”

“Ms. Reyes,” the principal insisted. “Stay.”

“I can do it.”

Both of them looked at the one who had spoken. It was Steffy. Marie was taken aback. “M-Miss Rivera, why are you still here? I appreciate your volunteerism, but it doesn’t concern you,” the principal replied hesitantly but sternly. “Only Miss Reyes can do it for me.”

“And what is it that concerns my friend but doesn’t concern me, Sir Principal?” Steffy replied as she took slow steps towards the principal’s table resting her palms above it, she pressed on, “It sounds interesting to me.”

Heaving a sigh, the principal simultaneously looked at the two girls. “Well, it’s nothing. I’m sure it could wait. Until then, Miss Reyes. Anyway, you can go now. Both of you.”

Steffy let out a smirk and immediately dragged Marie out. The former walked fast while clasping Marie’s arm. “S-Steffy, y-you’re hurting me!” she whined in a timid voice. Steffy pinned her to the wall and met Marie’s confused eyes with an intense glare.

“What could have happened to you if I wasn’t there?” Steffy hissed.

Marie could see that Steffy was furious. “It’s none of your business,” Marie bravely replied. Gliding her hand through her silky hair, Steffy took a step away from her and replied, “I know that.” She then lowered down her hand and calmly faced Marie with a half-smile. “But I’ve seen how he lusted over you the whole time we have the meeting. You should not let that fat principal take advantage of you.”

Marie could say nothing. Instead, she fixed her eyes on the floor, only to be met with Steffy’s brand new school shoes. “I-I like your shoes.”

Steffy let out a chuckle, “I can buy you one.” Alarmed, she raised her gaze again and bravely looked at Steffy in the eye.

“No. Of course, you won’t. I won’t allow you to.”

Cocking her head, Steffy flashed another dazzling smile and she cannot help but gasp at the sight of her. “Try to stop me, kid.”

Marie Joyce laughed a little, “We have the same age.”

“I don’t think so,” Steffy playfully replied. “Anyway, you’ll share lunch with me tomorrow, alright? Table 33… left side. Please be there. I don’t want to be disappointed.” Marie opened her mouth to argue, but Steffy was already walking towards her next class. “I don’t accept no as an answer, kid.”

“Who are you? Why do you know me?” Marie Joyce asked before Steffy could walk away from her. But she did not stop. Instead, she gave her a brief side glance and a mysterious smile. “I know everything…