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“Nicki? Answer to question one, please?”

“Oh, um, x equals fifteen.”

Ms Sallow nodded. “That’s right.”

Nicki took a deep breath. She needed to focus. She couldn’t have romance side-tracking her education, especially when the boy she liked was already with someone.

Angie was head of the cheer team. There were rumours that he was trans, and that was how he got that build, or that he took oestrogen, but Nicki had figured out the truth – the boy was just built like that.

The smoothest hazelnut skin that clearly went under constant, rigorous skincare routines, long, thick black locks that was usually pulled into a high ponytail, the plumpest, glossiest lips that were always the most tantalising shade of cherry, sparkly milk chocolate eyes… then the build everyone (including Nicki, she was ashamed to admit) drooled over, with the biggest set of tits you’d ever expect to see on someone his age, definitely H cups, the snatched waist, the child – bearing hips, the plump thunder thighs, then that perfect, perky bubble butt that jiggled when he walked and propped up his skirt on it. When he wore a skirt, of course, but Nicki preferred the shorts.

Angie was the captain of the cheer team, after all. He always wore the cheerleading uniform, a pink and white crop top (that accentuated his tits and nipples, letting anyone who cared to look know they were pierced) and a pink and white skirt or shorts. The shorts hugged his ass so perfectly, Nicki couldn’t take her eyes off of it. And that was when she wasn’t looking at his face, which looked like it had been ripped straight from the cover of Vogue. Students did an annual poll for hottest boy and hottest girl and Angie had won every single time for four years straight.

And that majestic face what was distracting Nicki that day. He was on the front row and yet was still chatting with some other members of the cheer team, blowing bubbles of pink bubblegum and clearly not paying attention.

But Nicki had to focus. Not only were those thoughts weird, but Angie had a girlfriend. And she had to focus on school. She was naturally good at it anyways, but still, she always had more to learn.

“Angie, could you tell me the answer to question two, then?”

Angie blinked. “Um, is it four?”

Nicki tried not to smirk a little. It was very obviously not four. It was such a simple question, too – you literally just had to divide twenty by two. It was very obvious.

Nicki raised her hand. “Is It ten?”

Ms Sallow smiled. “Thank you, Nicole.” She shot Angie a sharp glare as he continued talking to another cheerleader. “You know, at this rate I might just need to have you tutor Angie.”

Nicki felt her cheeks heat up. Tutoring? That would be amazing, but she’d definitely mess up, trip over her words, something like that. No, she couldn’t.

When the bell rung, Nicki stood and exited the class, only to be greeted by a sight that made her want to retch.

Angie kissing Camila, his little girlfriend. Or, well, ‘little’ wasn’t the word to describe her. She was 6’’5, Latina, with long, wavy black hair and an absolutely ripped build. People often gossiped that they were a gender – swapped couple, because Camila was the stereotypical jock, just a girl. Absolutely jacked, always wearing tank tops and gym shorts to show off her toned limbs. She could probably bench twice Angie’s weight with ease. She was pretty good at basketball and stuff too. Nicki wasn’t very invested in gossip, but according to it she loved pegging Angie.

Nicki looked away, trying not to feel jealous. After all, they were the perfect couple. She was happy for Angie, yeah, but Camila was a total jerk, always flexing, literally and figuratively. She had heard her bragging about dating Angie, quote ‘Making him my bitch every night’, as she loved to say with a grin.

Whatever. It was none of Nicki’s business. She really needed to stop thirsting for a taken boy. Time for English Lit instead.

She strolled over to the class, entering and standing at the back as the teacher, Mr Jones, pulled up the seating plan.

And she felt her heartbeat quicken like it had been put in 7x speed.

She was sat next to Angie.

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Nicki was intersex. She had done a good job of hiding it. All she had to do was never wear dresses, skirts or bikinis, and no one would notice. She even had a note that allowed her to come into school in her PE kit, so she didn’t need to change in front of all the other girls.

But it got harder to hide when it was hard, and when her caked up crush sits next to her, it shot up like an umbrella.

Nicki opened up her book and began to annotate Macbeth quotes, trying to focus on the connotations and language choices. But she could smell Angie’s perfume, something tropical and citrusy, and feel his body heat. There wasn’t very much space between the chairs.

She felt a long, manicured nail poke her on the shoulder. She turned and saw Angie looking at her. Angie. Looking at her.

“Hey, do you know what we’re doing?” He drawled.

“Um… yeah, we’re analysing Macbeth’s soliloquy.”

“His what?” He frowned.

“Soliloquy. His speech, pretty much.”

“Oh. How boring.” Angie went back to writing notes to his friends. At one point, he threw one and the teacher, Mr Jones, caught it.

“Angel Hilton.” Mr Jones snapped. Angie was a nickname, with Angel being the full name. It made sense, as he had the face of an angel. “Pay attention. What did I just say?”

“Uh…” Angie briefly locked eyes with one of his friends and stifled a giggle. “I dunno.”

“Hmph. And you have no annotations on your book. Pay attention unless you want a detention.”

“No, I already have a lunchtime detention!” Angie whined.

“I can give you an afterschool one too, now get writing! Copy from Nicole’s book.”

Nicki blushed as she saw Angie bend over her desk to peer at her book. His hair was right in front of her, and she could smell his shampoo. It smelt pretty expensive.

“Oh my god, you wrote so much.” He looked up at Nicki. “Hey, I’ll totally give you money to do my homework for me.” He flashed her a smile, and she felt her member twitch a little.

“I heard that.” Mr Jones snapped. “Detention, Mr Hilton.”

Angie batted his eyelashes. “Please don’t, sir! I’ll pay attention!”

Mr Jones frowned. “Fine, but this is your last warning.”

Nicki frowned. Angie was clearly adept at using his pretty privilege to his advantage, huh? Well, fair enough. He was hot and he knew it, and there wasn’t much Nicki could complain about with that.

When the bell rung, Angie immediately shot to his feet, hurrying over to his cheerleader friends to scurry away for breaktime.

Meanwhile, Nicki went to her friends. They had a table that they sat at in the lunch hall. Her friend Fleur could be scary when she wanted to be, so she scared off anyone who tried to steal her table. The ‘popular’ kids never really tried to approach their table, luckily, so they usually got to chill.

They usually sat in specific seats, and the seat Nicki usually sat in gave her the perfect view of Angie’s table. She tried not to look, though, because Angie was always sat on Camila’s lap.

Instead, she chatted with her friends.

“Ugh, I have maths next.” Elias complained. Elias was a Filipino boy, with shoulder – length black hair, dark eyes, and baggy, colourful clothing. He was taking Drama and Art and was pretty good at both. A total theatre kid.

“Oh, I just had that the other period.” Nicki spoke up. “We’re doing algebra again.”

“Unlucky.” Nari grinned. Nari was South Korean, with had pale skin with long black hair. She loved Music and was also pretty sporty. She played the drums and was part of a band at school. Nari wore a very loud outfit that screamed ‘Don’t fuck with me’. “I’ve got double Music.”

“No fair, you love music!”

“Exactly. You can slave away at letters and numbers whilst I- “

“Learn about different letters and numbers?”

“Music is more than that!”

“So is maths…” Nicki muttered.

Nari scoffed. “Yeah, you’re only saying that because you’re Maths’ number one fan. You’ll probably become a Maths teacher when you’re older.”

“Hm… yeah, probably.”

Fleur shook her head. “I couldn’t stand being a teacher. Dealing with all of those annoying kids. Like Angie last period. It must suck being sat next to him.” Fleur was half French, half British, and had dirty blonde hair that was aways tied up in space buns, the second lightest hair colour of their friend group, only behind Nicki, who had golden blonde hair. Fleur loved chemistry and first aid. She wore a pretty standard white dress shirt and black chequered skirt.

“Yeah… sucks…” Nicki lied.

“Oh, she loves it really.” Nari said. “She has a crush on him, you know.”

“Hey, don’t say that so loud!” Nicki hissed. Her theory was that all of the drums practise Nari did had damaged her eardrums, and that was why she always talked so loudly. “And it’s not true.”

“She might be onto something.” Elias said. “You’re not the best actor.”

“And you are?”

“Yes.”

Nicki scoffed. “Whatever. Point is, I don’t have a crush on anyone.”

Nari made a loud incorrect buzzer noise.

“Doesn’t Angie have a girlfriend?” Fleur asked, looking over at the popular kids table and immediately looking away. “Not that I care about gossip, I’m above that kind of thing.”

“Yes, he does.” Nicki peered over and saw Angie straddling Camila, giggling and hitting her arm. She hated how cute they were together.

“You just need to win him off of her,” Elias said. “Like in a play. You write him a poem and defeat Camila in a battle and gain his hand in marriage.”

Nicki shot him a glare. Going up to the popular kids’ table to read out poetry to Angie seemed totally embarrassing, and she knew for certain she couldn’t beat Camila in a fight.

“Yeah… no.”

“Well, I guess you’re just cooked then.” Nari grinned.

“Yeah…”

“It’s fine.” Fleur said. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Although all the pollution isn’t doing wonders for their population.”

Nicki gave a little chuckle. “I guess. I doubt any boys will look like him though…”

“Then date girls instead.” Nari winked at her, and Nicki rolled her eyes.

“Ha, very funny Nari.”

“I know I am! Now, let’s go get snacks from the lunch line!”

As they got into line, they noticed that Camila was stood in front of them, alongside her other jock friends, Kirti, a Nepali girl, and Gisele, who was German. They looked like polar opposites, since Kirti was lean yet muscular with short black hair, and Gisele was much more stereotypically jacked with long fiery red hair. They were both pretty tall, though.

“Hey, you know that kid was staring at Angie all through English.” Kirti grinned, jabbing a thumb in Nicki’s direction.

Camila grinned. “Really?” She glanced at Nicki, then shrugged. “Whatever. She’s got twig arms. Angie only goes for sporty girls.” Camila said, before giving a little chuckle at something Gisele said.

“Well, there you go.” Nicki muttered.

“Oh, you’ll be fine.” Nari said. “Just get really ripped, easy.”

Nicki made a face at her. “It’s really not much of an issue. I don’t care anyways.”

“Sure. Sure.” Nari said, making it clear that she did not believe her.

They returned to the table with cans of Coke and slices of pizza. “Kay, now- AGH!”

Nicki face planted on the floor. She looked up and saw Gisele’s admittedly pretty face grinning down at her.

“Oh, shut up Gisele.” Camila helped her up. Nicki couldn’t help but notice she had a very strong grip. “Make funnier jokes next time.”

Nicki blinked. Why was Camila helping her? Did she really see her as that little of a threat? She quickly got her answer, as Camila received a kiss on the cheek from Angie.

“Aw, you’re so nice babe!”

Nicki rolled her eyes. Of course. Was that the only reason she did it?

Kirti made a face at her. “What are you rolling your eyes at?”

“Nothing.”

Kirti squinted at her before walking off with the rest of her friend group.

“What assholes…” Nari murmured as the bell wrang. “What do you have?”

“Oh, I’ve got History.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re taking that. Well, bye.”

“Bye!” Nicki sighed. Finally, a class where she wouldn’t be distracted by Angie’s pretty face.

She walked up to the classroom, being one of the first people to arrive. She groaned as she saw Kirti enter, though, followed by Camila and Gisele. Why were they here? What interest did they have in history?

It only got worse when their teacher put the seating plan on the board. She was on the back row, right next to Camila.

Could her seating plans get any worse?

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History was surprisingly not too bad. Camila was actually intelligent, and not a dumb jock. She knew some pretty obscure dates. She was clearly pretty violent, though. She was constantly kicking Nicki ‘accidentally’ and flexing obnoxiously.

History eventually finished, although it felt longer than it was. Then there was tutor, then lunch, then Religious Studies, then Maths again. Nicki enjoyed maths but too much of anything was bad.

They had finished algebra and so now had a test. Nicki wasn’t very concerned – she had been revising for months now. Her goal was to get to Oxford, and she was pretty confident about it.

About five minutes into the test, though, she flinched as Ms Sallow suddenly yelled. “Angel Hilton, stop talking! This is exam conditions. If you don’t stop, I will rip up your test and make you do it at lunchtime.”

Angie made eye contact with his friend, giggled, then proceeded to shut up.

Eventually, they finished and swapped tests with the students next to them. The student next to Nicki was a boy named Marcus. She didn’t know him very well, but she trusted that he would mark her test properly.

And, sure enough, Nicki got forty out of forty.

Although Angie was clearly not so lucky.

“Zero.” Angie said, kicking one of his friends as they giggled.

Ms Sallow fixed him with a look. “Hm… perhaps you might benefit from a tutor…” She looked around. “Nicki, you got the highest score in the class. How would you feel about tutoring him? Feel no pressure to say yes.”

Nicki felt her face heat up like a radiator. “Um, um, um, um, sure!”

“But miss, I totally don’t need a tutor!” Angie complained.

“I suppose if you don’t want a tutor, you can just stay at breaktimes to have some extra lessons with me instead?”

Angie gave a little groan. “Fine. We can tutor afterschool on Thursdays or whatever.”

Nicki tried to hide her smile.

…

Nicki’s plan was simple. Now that she would get at a minimum weekly time alone with Angie, she finally had an opportunity to try and get him, and she wasn’t letting that go.

The first step would be getting Angie off of Camila. He clung to her like vomit to a wool blanket, so the idea of them breaking up on their own was ridiculous. At this rate, Angie would come in pregnant with Camila’s incredibly jacked babies. So, working out a way to break them up was currently on her mind. The thought ‘I hope she’s cheating’ crossed her mind, but Nicki swiped it away. Whilst it would be convenient for her, she wouldn’t want Angie to be hurt like that.

The second step would be trying to get Angie for herself. If he really only went for sporty girls like Camila said, Nicki would have to get working out. She did have an advantage though – If Angie really did like being pegged, an actual dick would probably beat that out. Camila was decently smart, but Nicki was sure she was smarter. She would just have to get more flirting skills.

She had mapped this all out on a whiteboard when she got home, with ‘NICKI’S BIG PLAN’ written in all caps bubble writing on the top, and various mind maps for the different ideas she had.

She could do this. She was Nicole Adams, one of the smartest people in all of her classes. If anyone could snag the big fish, it was her.

She had underestimated just how hard this would be.

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Working out was so hard.

Nicki’s dad had jumped at the opportunity when she told him she wanted to get athletic. So, he drafted a workout routine for her to be able to get absolutely shredded.

And it. Was. Hell.

He picked the most intensive workout routine so that she would get fitter as soon as possible. It honestly seemed like he was training her to become a pro boxer rather than to become a jock.

He also had her browse the various school sports teams and try out for all of them. She wasn’t looking forwards to basketball try-outs, but her dad wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Camila looked at Nicki with a slightly suspicious expression when she waltzed on in.

“What’re you doing here, Nicole?”

“Trying out for basketball, of course.”

“Hm… fine.”

Nicki actually did pretty well. Her dad had taught her all about basketball, and all of its rules and tactics. She obviously wasn’t a pro or anything, and everyone else attending try – outs had been training a lot longer, but she thought she did very well.

The next day at school, though, Camila cornered her. Gisele wasn’t present, but Kirti was, standing beside her.

“So. You showed up to basketball try – outs.”

“Mhm. So?”

“Don’t try to trick me, bitch. I know you like Angie.”

“Really? Even so, why would you be worried? You’re, well, you. Do you think Angie’s gonna leave you or something?”

Kirti frowned. “She’s trying to sweet - talk you, Camila.”

“I know.” Camila said, shooting her an annoyed look, before looking back at Nicki. “And I’m not worried he’ll leave me; I’m just annoyed you’re trying.”

“I’m not.”

“She is.”

“I know she is.” Camila snapped. “Anyways, back off. I don’t care if you’re tutoring him. Stay off him unless you want me to punch your jaw in, dickhead.”

Nicki seethed, but she couldn’t do much about it yet. She wasn’t nearly strong enough to beat Camila in a fight, and at this point in time fighting Camila would only make Angie like her less. So, she swallowed her pride. “Sorry about that, Camila.”

Camila smirked slightly, before giving her a patronising head pat. “Good girl.” She really drew it out, causing Kirti to snicker. Then the two of them turned and walked off.

The day eventually ended, and as Nicki walked out of school, she heard the honking of a horn, and someone yelling out to her.

“Get in, you need to tutor me or whatever.”

It was Angie. Nicki turned and walked over to his car – a bubblegum pink Lamborghini. Angie was sat in the back, sipping a caramel Frappuccino, as a bodyguard sat in the front.

Nicki walked over, palms sweaty, hands shaking, and opened the door, before slipping in.

Sitting next to Angie in the car wasn’t as awkward in class, since there was a chair between them. Angie’s hair was now down, and his glossy, bouncy black curls tumbled down his shoulders. He was wearing his skirt this day, which was a shame, but when the breeze hit at certain angles Nicki saw even more of his thighs, making her blush. Especially because he sat with his legs crossed. Whilst in class his legs were covered by the desk, in the car they were just out there, the sun shining on them and making his dark chocolate thighs even sexier…

Angie tended to chew bubblegum pretty obnoxiously, but for some reason Nicki found that attractive? She had no clue why, but she did. Maybe it was because it brought attention to his lips? She felt herself shifting quite often.

Angie wasn’t very interested in the sights, though. He was much more interested in his phone. The case was peach with sparkly rhinestones encrusted in it. She heard his nails clacking against the screen as he did so.

Eventually, they reached his house. Or, well, his mansion.

It was massive. Probably the size of the school. Nicki’s house looked like a shack by comparison. They had a stunning garden in front, with the hedges trimmed into all kinds of shapes, and various flowers grown in rows to resemble the rainbow.

There was a young woman watering some of the roses. Angie clambered out of the car, still clacking away on his phone, as she walked over to him.

“Hello there, Angie. How was your day?”

“Fine.” He looked up and smiled, before kissing the lady on the cheek twice. “Is my mom home?”

“Not yet. Your father is, though.”

“Okay, tell him I said hi. Follow me, Nicole.”

“Oh, it’s, uh, Nicki.”

“Okay. Sure.”

…

Angie’s room was massive. Posters for various KPOP groups, KATSEYE, and other famous popstars and actresses. The room was pretty much just various shades of pink and peach, with a massive four – poster bed covered in plushies in the centre. There was a huge vanity, and a balcony that gave a view of the mansion.

“Kay, let me go get changed.”

Nicki sat here awkwardly. There was a desk with two chairs, so she just sat there and waited until he came out.

He re – entered the room in a criss – cross pink halter top and booty short – shorts. Did he get off showing off his entire ass? Because as he sat down, Nicki noticed that pretty much all of his cheeks were out. That couldn’t be comfortable for him. It was fine with her, though.

Tutoring Angie was great. She had been half – expecting him to zone out, but he actually seemed pretty good at Maths. It made her question how he got complete zero. To be fair, that was almost statistically impossible considering how many multiple – choice questions there were on that test…

They got through all of the work Nicki had prepared for him way too quickly.

“Um…”

Nicki shifted. It was kind of awkward now.

“Ooh, wanna see all the poses I can do?” Angie dropped and did the splits. Wow. She wasn’t expecting that.

She wasn’t expecting any of the poses Angie hit, actually. She understood why he could, he was a cheerleader after all, but it still surprised her.

Hanging out with Angie was surprisingly fun. He was actually quite funny, if a bit odd. She had expected him to be your generic popular cheerleader. She felt bad for thinking that about her crush, but it couldn’t be helped.

Eventually, their hour was up.

“I’ll have my chauffer drive you home.” Angie said, before running off, buns bouncing as he went.

Nicki stayed slightly longer, until eventually Angie came back in.

“Okay, bye.” He blew her a kiss. She knew it was normal for him – he did it to everyone as a goodbye. But it still made her face go pink as his lips.

Her plan was definitely starting off well.

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“Nicki? Nicki pay attention!”

“Hmph? Oh, sorry!”

Fleur scoffed. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

“My bad.” Nicki apologised. “You were saying?”

“We have PE next, okay. Or Gym or whatever. Now let’s go!”

They hurried off.

The first thing Nicki noticed that lesson was that her kit looked really weird on her.

They hadn’t had physical education in a long while, since before she started working out, and she was beginning to see results. But comparing what she looked like in her kit before and after was a crazy difference. Everyone was staring, and she felt kind of embarrassed but also kind of proud.

That day, they were playing football, or soccer or whatever you want to call it. And usually, Nicki was pretty decent, but not amazing. She would maybe get a good pass in or on rare occasion score a goal. But now…

Her training with her dad was clearly paying off. Her stamina was incredible, she could score like a pro, and really it was her skill upgrade that was probably catching everyone off guard and allowing her to harness the element of surprise.

By the end, she was sweaty and out of breath but felt very proud. They had pretty much just played games the entire hour, and in total she scored about seven goals. It didn’t seem very impressive but most of the other girls in her class were much more experienced in the game.

As she walked off of the pitch, Fleur stared at her.

“What was that? I knew you were working out, but I didn’t think you were so serious.”

Nicki shrugged. “Even I didn’t realise I was so good. I guess I’m just naturally talented.” She grinned.

This wasn’t to say her other classes were struggling. No, far from it.

Angie had begun to warm up to her now. That’s just what happens when you see someone weekly and sit next to them in a class you have quite commonly. She had even begun to stop being so flustered about him being so close to her.

Obviously, the plan wasn’t going perfectly. She would still sometimes turn around at break or leave a class to see Angie and Camila getting way too handsy for comfort, but that was to be expected. They had been together surprisingly long, but she had hope that they’d break up relatively quickly, like Angie’s other partners. He had been rambling on about them to one of his friends in English, so she had heard little snippets.

From her eavesdropping, Nicki had managed to gather that a lot of Angie’s previous girlfriends had been pretty big jerks, and pretty much only liked him for his body. Nicki felt kind of bad because she had started off only liking him because he was sexy. But she had begun to actually like him, beyond just attraction. Like that one time when they were tutoring.

“And then you add 45 to 23, and you’ve got your answer!”

Angie frowned, in that cute little way where his nose scrunched up and he pouted a little, the way he always did when he didn’t understand something. “I totally don’t get that. Can you-“ His stomach growled. “Oh, sorry, I’ll go grab a snack.”

He came back with a donut in hand. He bit into it as he listened to Nicki explain once again.

“Um… okay!” He nodded. “I think I get it!” He smiled, before sucking the sugar off of one of his fingers. It was just so cute it made Nicki want to just jam her tongue down his throat.

He tried the example she showed him, and sure enough he got it right. And when he did, he had just the brightest smile on his face.

His sense of humour was pretty amazing too. He had some pretty good quips sometimes and laughed whenever Nicki made a pun. Nicki actually thought they could be friends. He didn’t seem to like her romantically, though. At least, not yet.

Camila had been a jerk about the whole thing, though. She eyed Nicki suspiciously 24/7. She had kind of liked Camila more when she didn’t even view Nicki as a threat. But now that Nicki was actually becoming sporty and athletic, and spent an hour alone with her boyfriend, Camila was beginning to show her true colours a little.

She continuously tried to trip Nicki up in the corridors when Angie wasn’t looking. Nicki actually ended up tripping the first time, which was very embarrassing, but she managed to avoid it all the other times.

Then History, which was pretty much Camila’s stomping around since Angie wasn’t there. When the teacher was looking, Camila was the most innocent girl on earth, dignified and refined, getting all of the questions correct, getting full marks on tests, all of that. But the second she turned her back, Nicki became Camila’s personal punching bag. Kicking, drawing such insightful commands as ‘Suck my dick’ on Nicki’s whiteboard, stealing her stationary, making her history a living hell.

Nicki did ask her teacher to move her. She asked her like a million times, but every time she got the same response. ‘I’m working on the seating plan, don’t worry!’. The phrase haunted her nightmares. You’d think all of the sucking up Nicki had done to all of her teachers would have earned her some special treatment, but apparently not.

Speaking of nightmares, the other day she had seen something that haunted her dreams.

She couldn’t even remember how she had seen it. She usually didn’t go on freaky sites. She wasn’t into that kind of thing. Going only to… destress wasn’t her usual hobby. But her attention had been caught when she saw Angie’s face.

It was him, alright. In a bikini, riding an XL dildo. Her jaw dropped to the ground. What the hell did she do? Did she report it, did she just scroll, did she…

Keep watching?

No, she couldn’t. Besides, she’d have to pay to keep watching. She could afford it, of course… no, that’d be weird! He was her classmate and tutee! But… what he didn’t know didn’t hurt him… and he had posted it online for anyone to see. He had to know anyone could stumble upon this, right? And he was fine with that. So… she could pay the small fee, and…

She knew it was wrong. And very, very weird. And she didn’t jerk off to it or anything. But just watching… it made her face heat up and her shaft stand up straight. It would be totally embarrassing if someone caught her watching this.

Eventually, her friends called her. She closed the tab, composed herself, and picked up the call. She hadn’t visited the tab still, but it just nagged away at her now. Whenever she looked at Angie, that video appeared in the back of her mind. And she tried not to think about it. But there was that temptation to go back. To watch more. Seeing him in a bikini was enough, seeing all of that delicious chocolate brown flesh, but seeing his face like that, seeing him so stuffed…

She was weird, wasn’t she? Well, she knew it would be best probably not to go any further. She had heard of people her age becoming porn addicts and it never turned out well for her. So, she didn’t go back to the tab. But it was still there, in the recesses of her mind. And it was definitely hard to forget.

The days and weeks whirled past, and soon enough there was news. Of a school trip. And she knew for a fact Angie was going, she had heard him discuss it. And so were all of her friends. She had no reason not to go.

But Nicki definitely didn’t expect the trip to turn out the way it did.