Ah, Ms. Clare Ashby…
At first glance, she looks like the strictest, most uncompromising woman in the world. But behind those thick glasses and that tight blonde bun that makes her seem so cold and uptight... well, I can't really tell if the shower of A+ grades I've been getting in math is her way of thanking me for all the orgasms I've given her during our "private lessons" at her office, or if I've actually earned them.
One thing, though, is certain: somehow, that woman managed to make me enjoy math more than any teacher I've ever had.
And no — obviously my stepmom doesn't know anything. Just like she doesn't know about all the other girls I've slept with over the years. She's always been possessive in her own way, even before our relationship turned into… this. She never took kindly to my first middle-school girlfriends, but ever since we started having sex regularly, that jealousy of hers has only gotten worse.
If she ever found out my cock isn't hers alone, she'd probably cut my allowance in half and forbid me from drinking her blood.
Yeah — her blood. So sweet, so intoxicating… a real aphrodisiac. As for why she lets me drink it, well — it might sound strange, but we've never really talked about it. She thinks it's some sort of fetish of mine, something that turns me on beyond control. And honestly, she's not entirely wrong—after all, I am a vampire.
It's a morning like any other, and my beloved Ms. Ashby — so strict in front of her students, yet so filthy when we're alone — walks into the classroom under the nervous gazes of my classmates. But this time, she's not alone.
With her stands an incredibly beautiful girl — slightly tan skin, platinum-blonde hair cut to just above her shoulders, and eyes so bright and green they look like emeralds. And even though she's dressed simply, in a hoodie and leggings… damn — she's a total bombshell.
«Everyone, this is Kimberly Almiris, your new classmate. I expect you all to be respectful and uphold the reputation of our school,» Ms. Ashby says in her usual firm tone, her eyes shooting daggers especially at the guys, who aren't exactly doing a great job hiding their admiration for the new girl. At least I have the decency to keep my thoughts to myself.
«So, Jace. You've already set your eyes on her, haven't you? It's written all over your face,» Elaine — my deskmate — whispers, nudging me sharply in the ribs.
Elaine Everglade — the only girl Veronica ever lets me spend time with, and the only person I can honestly call a friend. But there's a reason my mother tolerates her — yes, "mother", because she still insists I call her that, even now. And I'm supposed to be the one with weird fetishes? Anyway, according to her, Elaine is a hundred and one percent lesbian — that's why she's so relaxed when I hang out with her.
I have no idea where she got that idea. Maybe it's the punk vibe, the studded leather jacket, the short green-dyed hair, or that tomboyish, foul-mouthed attitude? Yeah, my mom's hopelessly old-fashioned. To her, any girl who doesn't wear skirts, skinny jeans, or something "properly feminine" automatically counts as a lesbian.
On the other hand, Elaine is probably the only girl in the entire school who doesn't want to fuck me. So yeah, I guess it's fair I'm a little suspicious too.And it's not like we've never had the chance — far from it. Just last year alone, we ended up in her bed at least twenty times after our little private drinking parties in her room. I was always too drunk to make it home on my own, and she offered to let me sleep next to her.
Well, she slept. I had to pretend — since we vampires don't know the meaning of the word "sleep".
And yet, she never tried anything. Not even a wandering hand accidentally falling on my cock. Not the slightest sign that she wanted to fuck. And you know what? I actually like that. It's nice having something with a human that doesn't revolve around sex. It almost makes me feel... like a normal guy.
«But I've got a feeling this time you're out of luck,» Elaine says with a mocking grin. «Come on, it's obvious she's a total goody two-shoes — hell, I'll bet you ten bucks you won't even get a tongue kiss out of her within a month!»
«You said the same thing three months ago when that substitute teacher filled in for Ashby for two weeks... and you still owe me ten bucks for that one.» I shoot back with a smirk.
«Alright, alright, I admit it — I misjudged that time... but seriously, who would've thought that behind that nun act was a full-on nympho?! I still remember the pics you sent me that night — you two going at it in that fast-food restroom…»
Ah, yeah, those photos… Taking a selfie from above while she blew me wasn't exactly a classy move, I know. But otherwise, Elaine would've never believed me. And of course, I deleted them right after — I'm not that much of an asshole!
«But this time it's different!» Elaine insists. «In fact, I'm so sure I'll double it — twenty bucks says you won't even get a tongue kiss!»
We lock eyes, and I answer her confident grin with one of my own.
«Challenge accepted.»