December or Bust: Chapter 1

December or Bust: Chapter 1 - November 1 st

It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.

"So. What were you all talking about last night?"

Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadn't seen her following him in... turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.

"Uh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guys' toilet right?"

Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.

"Oh, I know, I come in here a lot," she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but she'd decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.

"I... d-did you want something?" Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well... her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaac's outfit today wasn't that different to Stacy's; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them...

"Mmm... who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you... have a little chat, girl-on-girl, y'know? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup," Stacy smiled, and Isaac's objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.

"St-Stacyyy..." he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh... this was what always happened! Stacy didn't seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.

"We're aaaaall alone in here... we could do whatever we liked, and nobody would know... maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, you'd like me to mess it up?~" she teased. Isaac shivered.

"S-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-"

Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.

"I'll let you go... as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night," she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always, always went with Stacy. Scratch that, it's how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always "Heyy, could you lend me some lunch money?" that would never get paid back, or "Could you like, please do this homework for me? I'd super appreciate it, cutie!" from girls who didn't even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, or...

Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hard twitched in Isaac's jeans.

Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood... and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.

"I... w-we were just talking about what we were planning to do when you got back!" Isaac gasped out the lie, although it wasn't entirely untrue. The night before, after Isaac, and her other two roommates, Amelia and Luna, had waited in the pitch-dark living room in their costumes to scare Stacy when she got back from a Halloween party. However, she had slipped into the living room without anyone knowing, and without herself realising that her roommates were in the apartment. The subsequent farce had left everyone with a little bruised pride. Especially Isaac, since...

"Aww, I'm sorry sweetie, I guess it must be hard for you to remember a lot about that night...

Stacy leaned back, cupping her huge tits in her hands and gently jiggling them for Isaac.

"All you can think about is how good it felt to touch these, right?~"

Isaac whimpered, biting his pink, glossy lip. In all the dark and confusion, he'd (completely by accident) grabbed Stacy's tits! Isaac had to admit that he'd lain awake the night before, trying desperately to ignore the hard-on in his pyjamas while he remembered the feeling of her soft, inviting breasts, especially after she had told him that all he needed to do if he wanted another feel was ask...

"N-no, it's just that nothing else happened-"

"Bullshiiiit. Luna was about to let something slip last night, and then Amelia whacked her to shut her up. You three are so totally up to something!" Stacy pouted, clearly frustrated, before smiling again.

"I'm not gonna let you go until I find oouuut... so you might as well tell me now, or you're gonna go back to class with an embarrassing stain in those pants...~"

"W-wait, what are you-"

Before Isaac could do anything else, Stacy grabbed his hands, and pushed them onto her soft, pillowy tits.

"Hhaaa..." Isaac's eyes widened, and he felt his cock jump.

"Do they feel the same as you remember?" Stacy asked, sweetly, and Isaac gave a shaky gasp that might have been an affirmative.

"P-please, I have to get back to..."

"Awww, you want me to stop?" her smirk twisted, and she shifted her leg, pressing her thigh right up against his cock.

Isaac was in shock. Even by Stacy's standards, this was aggressive. It was usually just teasing, but she was going all out... he bit down on his lip again, struggling to stop his eyes from rolling back as she gently rubbed the bulge in his pants.

"Y-yes... p-please stopppp..."

"Oh yeah? Why should I, loser?~"

"B-because..."

Nngghhh... can't tell her...

"We're... we..."

But I can't lose on the first day...

"Doing..."

"Yes?" Stacy asked, expectantly.

"W-we're doing No Nut November!" he gasped.

"We all put in $50... whoever gets to the end of the month without cumming wins it..."

"Ohhh..." Stacy looked down, and licked her lips.

"Gosh... so I could make you lose, right now, on the first day, huh? That'd be soooo embarrassing for you~"

Isaac whimpered, completely helpless as his balls drew up, ready to dump an adorable little load in his briefs...

And Stacy backed off, tilting her head at Isaac as she folded her arms again. Isaac knew he should have been relieved, but... fuck, he'd been so close...

"Honestly, you're such a dweeb, Isaac," she giggled, while he tried his best to recover.

"So you're telling me I could offer to take you into one of those stalls right now, and let you fucking mate me with that adorable little dick, and you'd say no because of this stupid No Nut November thing?"

Isaac tried desperately to put the image of swinging his hips against Stacy's out of mind, getting her back for all the teasing and- no, focus, focus!

"W-well, y'know, Luna's doing biology, so she put this reader together which can tell how long it's been since you last... y'know... when you give it a sperm sample..."

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

"And you're really just gonna take her word for it?"

Her doubts were pretty justified. Luna wasn't what you'd call reliable; despite going to the same college as her roommates, she was often mistaken for a NEET on the rare occasions she was forced to go out in public. Which, between the hoodies, sweatpants, and lack of showers, was understandable. But when it came to biology, she seemed to know her stuff... Isaac, if possible, flushed even further.

"No, I, uh, tested it myself, it's pretty accurate..."

The next question caught Isaac very off-guard.

"Awww, cute! Tell me... who were you thinking about when you blew that load? Me, or your little crush?~"

Isaac's felt his cheeks heat up. He had been blushing before, but he knew that if he turned and looked in the mirror, his whole face would be beet-red.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, I-"

"Ohh? You think I haven't noticed how you look at Ameliaaa?~" Stacy drew out the last syllable, clearly revelling in Isaac's embarrassment. Amelia was their other roommate, and Isaac absolutely did not have a crush on her. At all.

"Th-that's not... I'm not..." Isaac could barely get through his flustered denial before Stacy was cutting across him again.

"Not that it really matters, because the really big question is... why didn't you tell me about it?"

Isaac thought back to the night before, in Amelia's room. Weights were strewn across the floor, and a poster for a sports team Isaac couldn't pretend to recognise was hung on the wall. He and Amelia were standing, while Luna slouched on the bed. On the sheets, lay three crumpled fifty dollar bills, and the reader, a small metallic probe with a digital readout to display the time since the last... ahem... anyway...

"So, we're all in agreement? Thirty days, no nutting, winner takes all," Amelia smiled over at Isaac, who nodded nervously. If Stacy loomed over him in her heels, then Amelia towered, her muscular form barely hidden by the criss-crossing bandages from the mummy costume she'd worn to the Halloween party.

"Sure, I get that, but why all the secrecy? Why'd we have to ditch the party early just to come back here and discuss it? Not that I'm complaining, I guess..." Luna lay back on the bed, her head hanging off the side. She hadn't changed out of her 'costume' yet; really just her usual clothes, with a hockey mask that she was playing with while she talked.

"Also not complaining," Isaac added, still covering the embarrassing little bulge his sparkly red incubus costume had left him sporting all evening.

"B-but yeah, why did you wanna leave early? Did we really need to ditch Stacy like that?"

Amelia raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two of them like they were crazy.

"Are you serious? You saw her at her party right? I don't think I've ever seen her get that worked up before, and it was all from making those girls bust in their skirts! Trust me, she acts all cute and bubbly, but... deep down, that girl is a total sadist. She might not even really know it yet, but you can totally see it sometimes... so there is no way we can let her find out about this, ok girls?"

"Gotcha."

"H-hey, I'm not a-!"

"Alright, good!" Amelia smiled breezily.

Isaac was about to speak up for himself, but at that point Luna had picked up a weight to fiddle with, and then dropped it straight on the floor with a loud thud, and then the conversation had turned to pranking Stacy... Isaac had almost forgotten about what Amelia had said. After all, Stacy could be a bit of a bully sometimes, but a sadist? No way, Stacy was too friendly and airheaded for that! But now, standing in this bathroom, with the way Stacy had been acting, and the vicious, hungry look in her eye that she had as she waited for an answer... he was starting to get why Amelia had been so worried. Unfortunately, his little flashback hadn't yielded any kind of convincing lie he could tell, so he fell back on the first thing that popped into his head.

"O-oh, well, y'know, you don't have a dick! So we didn't think you'd be... uh... interested... y'know...?"

"Uh huuuuh, right, that tooootally explains everything~" Stacy replied, not even pretending to be convinced. She took a step towards Isaac, and licked her lips again. Isaac felt his heart start to thud in his chest. What if she tried to squeeze the truth out of him? How far would she really be willing to go? She had been joking about dragging him into a stall... right...?

"Well, don't think I'm going to take this lying down, Isaac... you three ditched me, so that you could keep a secret from me? Sooo not cool..." she batted her eyelashes at him.

"But I forgive you, Isaac, I promise I won't make a big deal of this," she turned, and headed for the door, striding with a lot more purpose than Isaac was comfortable with her having after a conversation like this. She turned, and winked.

"See you when you get home, cutie~" and with that, she was gone.

Isaac slumped against the sink, the tension of the situation slowly releasing as he turned back to the mirror to work on his makeup again.

"Oh god, what have I done..." Isaac asked his reflection, weakly.

Stacy stepped into the pale autumn sun, and let out a shaky breath. What had gotten into her back there? She'd always enjoyed bullying Isaac, but that had been something else... had she really been offering to fuck him, right there?

Her heels clicked against the stone paths of the college as she headed to class. Fuck... something was going on with her, for sure. There was a tight knot of excitement in her stomach, and she didn't even need to look to know that she was soaked. Something about the idea of all three of her roommates, needy and backed up for an entire month...

I mean... there's nothing wrong with a little harmless teasing, right? Just to get back at them for ditching me at that party...

Totally. This wouldn't get out of control at all. The cool air brushed her burning cheeks, and with a shaky hand, she fished her phone out of her handbag to do a little online outfit shopping when she got to class. She wouldn't get carried away with this... right?