Senior Year Ch. 02

[Welcome back, dear reader. In this Chapter, you will see Julian slowly starting to notice some cracks in the picture of his cozy, comfortable little life.

Reminder: English is not my first language.

Disclaimer: Every character in this story is 18 years of age or more

Enjoy your reading!]

Senior Year, by SDaddy666 - Chapter 2

I barely slept that night, feeling that some sort of cold breeze kept me from falling into a deep sleep, a breeze that made me feel deep in my bones that things were about to change from now on.

I walked down the sidewalk and crossed the street to pick up Elsa -- like we did every morning -- to go to school together. Elsa was very punctual; she was never late, nor early. So when, after two whole minutes of waiting, I still couldn't see her coming out of her front door, the bug started to munch on my gut again.

"Already at school, forgot to tell you," said the text I got two seconds later. I quickly glanced at her window, the light was off. That was new, and I didn't like that at all -- especially when I needed to gauge the temperature -- our temperature -- after last evening's fiasco.

That was very unusual. Was she avoiding talking to me? No -- was she avoiding me?

Thank God, Eric honored the tradition and was waiting for me, although puzzled about Elsa's absence. "Did she get sick? She looked fine yesterday." "She did," I quickly answered, looking at the pavement. "Fine" didn't have the same meaning for both of us here.

That morning, I had French. I was the only one in our group to pick French, and although it meant being separated from my friends for a few hours a week, I really enjoyed it -- eager to be able to start reading French literature soon. But I still didn't see Elsa, and the thought of having to wait until lunch break to talk to her -- with the kind of privacy you can only get in high school halls -- didn't please me at all.

Mr. Debrot suddenly stopped talking, standing in front of the blackboard, still holding the piece of chalk he was using to write on it. He lifted his wrist up close to his little round glasses and glanced at it for a second. "Mr. Burke, aren't you supposed to be on your way to your counseling appointment with Mr. Jones?" He said it in French, of course -- you can thank me for translating.

"Y-yes, I mean oui. You're right, Monsieur." I grabbed my stuff, shoved it into my backpack and exited the classroom while Mr. Debrot had already resumed his lecture.

As I was walking down the main hallway, I paused. The wall clock read only 9:40. It would only take me two minutes to reach the counselor's office, It would only take me two minutes to reach the counselor's office. Mr. Debrot was a stressed-out fellow. I resumed walking, at a slower pace, still reaching the office within two minutes.

The closed door had "Counseling" written on a black metal plate on it. Right below that was a yellow Post-it note with "Mr. Jones". Two chairs were free next to the door. I decided to sit on the farthest one.

The hallway was deserted, and I could hear the ticking of the wall clock -- dozens of feet away -- and the occasional laughter coming from one classroom or another. That's when I heard her -- Elsa -- mumbling through the counselor's door. I instinctively closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, trying to focus on the sounds coming through the door.

I could now distinguish a deep male voice. I tried to focus on the mumbling, trying to decipher any words that might give me a hint of what they were saying.

That's when the bell rang, and the hallway quickly started to fill with students -- screaming, laughing, and swarming around. I decided to switch seats to get closer to the door.

It was better, but the sounds were still submerged by the noise around me. All I could understand now were tones. Sometimes light, sometimes severe, sometimes probing.

Oh, I wish I were a tiny little spider, so I could crawl under that door and hear them talking.

It was becoming harder and harder to make out the sounds coming from the office--the hallway was now crowded and noisy. Suddenly, the door opened. Elsa stood there, frozen, staring at me while gripping the handle. She didn't say a word--just turned and left in a hurry. Was she blushing?

"Welcome Mr. Burke, please close the door behind you and take a seat."

I realized it the instant I shut the door on the swarming hive that was the hallway: the office was soundproof.

Mr. Jones was wearing a white shirt cuffed just below his elbows, and brown corduroy pants that day, both perfectly tailored to his chiseled body.

So much for the nickname I gave him, I thought.

The room itself wasn't much--just a desk angled slightly toward the door with two chairs in front of it, his office chair behind, and a few half-empty shelves. A large window looked out onto tall bushes that filtered the natural light. The air was thick with an intensely floral scent; a large vase of purple potpourri, the room's only decoration, filled the space with its perfume.

"It's lavender. Supposed to soothe and relieve stress. I like having some here--and at home too. Please, have a seat." I obeyed.

"So, Mr. Burke, allow me to introduce myself a little further." He said after sitting, comfortably laid-back, legs crossed on his leather chair.

"Unlike my predecessor, Mrs. Fischer, I'm not into spinning a wheel of fortune where each cell is a career option." He didn't know how nice and appreciated Mrs. Fischer was among teachers and students alike.

The way he talked about her made my jaw clench a little bit.

Mr. Jones probably noticed my reaction, because he immediately added, "Though I'm sure she meant well and had plenty of qualities." That somehow didn't help at all.

"My goal is to listen to you all. To know about your wants and your needs and to guide you in every way possible into the career of your choice." He paused for a while, letting me take it in.

"So, Mr. Burke, do you have any plans?" he asked, leaning closer to his desk.

"Yes." I lied.

"Amazing!" He grabbed his pen, holding it at both ends with both hands, as if it were a very fragile twig. "Please, tell me about them."

"I want to study French literature at Columbia," I said, the first thing that came to mind.

Yesterday, I had no idea what I wanted to do, and that still hadn't changed since then.

"Great start, but what is your career goal?" He removed the pen cap.

"Writer, or translator, or maybe teacher." It took me a moment to answer.

"So... you're not sure yet." He put the cap back on and sat back, still holding onto his pen.

I swallowed. The soothing scent of lavender was starting to feel a bit too intoxicating for my taste.

"No, I want to be a French teacher," I quickly answered. "The other options are plan B and C."

"Alright." He said enthusiastically, then paused and sat closer to his desk again. He neatly laid his pen on his black leather desk pad, perfectly lined and centered. "Let's take a look at your file... Mmh-hmm... Yes... Alright!" he said, closing the paper file on his desk and looking back at me.

"You have great grades, and I'll ask Mr. Debrot to write a recommendation letter for you. If you score high enough on the SATs, joining Columbia will be easy. But you still need a scholarship and definitely can't apply to only one university."

"Columbia is my first choice, I'll apply to every university that offers French." He nodded. If I wasn't going to be a French teacher, at least I knew how to lie. "As for the scholarship, my dad left us some money when he passed away. My mom never touched it; she wanted to keep it for my college tuition."

"Great news! Well, Mr. Burke, it looks like you're all set." He stood up and raised his right hand, showing me the door.

"Wait, but..."

"Can I do anything more for you Mr. Burke?"

"What about your guidance, the extra steps, and all that?"

He smiled, then turned around and looked outside the window where there wasn't much to see. "Well, most students aren't as well prepared as you, Mr. Burke, or... as confident in themselves as you seem to be." He turned back. "I think you should pursue your goal, Mr. Burke, but if you need me, you're welcome to knock on my door." He was showing me the door again.

This first interaction was surprisingly short. I could not wait to hear what the others had to say about Mr. Jones. But also, what was I going to do about the lies I told him? One thing was sure: I lied because my gut told me not to trust him, not to reveal my weaknesses to him, and I considered not knowing my future plans one of them.

After all, this was only the second day of the school year. I had plenty of time to figure that out.

I went back to class, trying to focus on the lesson as hard as I could despite everything that had happened--or not happened--these last two days tormenting me. Until lunchtime finally relieved me.

I sat at our usual table. My sad lunch tray was far from appetizing. Eric and Naomi quickly joined me and sat at their usual spots: Eric facing me, Naomi next to him.

"Where's Elsa? Oh, by the way, she was in class with us this morning," Eric said, managing to eat, play on his phone, and talk to me at the same time.

"I don't know, dude, I only saw her for a second when I went to Mr. Jones's office."

"How did it go, by the way? Is he nice?" He was still focused on his screen.

"He's okay. It went pretty quickly."

"But how? You're still not sure about college--you told me yourself." He sounded worried but was still looking at his screen, his thumbs tapping.

"It's not important. Listen, I'm worried about Elsa. I... I think we had a fight? I'm really not sure."

Naomi, who until then was focused on Eric's screen, was now staring at me. She gently pushed her tray in front of her to make room and rested her crossed arms on the table, still looking at me.

"How was your date yesterday? I want all the details," Eric asked. Naomi did not react, still looking at me with an unusually serious face.

"You're not getting any details, dude. What the fuck?" I looked down at my tray, wanting to grab a piece of food to use chewing as an excuse, but I was disgusted by the green-looking, lukewarm slop.

"Don't hate me for trying, hehe!" His face went from laughter back to focused faster than lightning.

"I think I messed something up because she asked me to leave mid-dinner and I'm not sure if I did something wrong. I couldn't find her to talk to her; it's like she's avoiding me." I waited for an answer from either of them but got nothing.

"I think she's going to break up with me." I mumbled, making circles in the green slop with my fork.

Eric slammed his phone flat on the table, his large hand almost covering it all, startling both me and Naomi, and made direct eye contact with me. His brown eyes scanned my soul. That was unusual--if Eric dropped his phone, it was because he was forced or something more important was happening.

"But you and her were never clearly a couple, remember?" His voice was way too loud for this crowded cafeteria.

"You hold hands and kiss occasionally, and God knows what else when it's just the two of you, but she never called you her boyfriend and never let you call her your girlfriend, am I right?"

Those words felt like a ten-ton hammer on my skull.

"Maybe, but..."

Eric stood up and grabbed his tray. Naomi looked at him and followed.

"I love you like a brother, you know that. And I know I've never had a girlfriend, but I'm telling you right now: you may be a little too entitled, and you should relax."

I was shocked by these words--not because they were true, but because they came from Eric. At that moment, I realized I didn't know my best friend as well as I thought.

Elsa was already sitting in the classroom when we joined. Like in the cafeteria, we always sat in designated spots, and sadly, Elsa wasn't close to me. I usually sat in the last row with Eric, Naomi, and Clarisse--a friend of hers who shared bus rides with her--while Elsa always preferred the first row. I wasn't going to be able to get her attention until the end of the day.

When we were waiting for Naomi's bus, I wasn't in the mood at all for the gaming discussions between Naomi and Eric. And when Elsa finally showed up, I felt my legs shaking as I bent down to grab my backpack.

"Sorry guys, I kind of want to go home quickly today. You guys don't mind, do you, Naomi?" she said, without looking in my direction.

"Um, sure!" Naomi answered with her biggest smile.

"See you tomorrow!" Eric added, still mashing buttons on his screen.

"Elsa, can we talk?" I grabbed her forearm, forcing her to listen and look at me.

She gently pulled her arm away, my weak grip disappearing instantly.

"I'm sorry, Julian. Not today," she said, starting to walk away.

"Are you avoiding me?" I had to raise my voice so she could hear me.

"I just want to be alone, okay?" she said, without stopping.

Eric put his phone back in his pocket, Naomi had already started walking toward her bus.

"Maybe you messed up."

I was alone in my room, the lofi YouTube channel playing at low volume on my computer. I could hear my mother cleaning the kitchen while mumbling along to some old '80s song through the door that was ajar. The mix of both sounds was dissonant. I felt too depressed to get up from my bed and do anything, but it was too annoying. I got up and closed the door. It was already quite late, the sun had set, and the blue hour no longer provided enough natural light. So I turned the ceiling light on while I stood next to the switch. My room cast a yellow glow on the front yard.

Elsa's house was only four houses away and across the street. I could always see the big, round window of her room from my room. Eric always said it looked like the door of Bilbo's house in Lord of the Rings. I even remembered us trying to play tin can telephone from one room to another when we were younger.

I looked at her house for a minute, thinking of random memories when I saw her light turn on.

Elsa's figure came into view, and she sat across the frame like she used to. I saw a red light glowing brighter and fading out. She was smoking.

It was too dark and too far away for me to distinguish more than shapes, but I quickly noticed something was different.

First of all, why did she turn the light on? I knew she had to open the window and go there to smoke so her parents wouldn't smell it in her room, but why turn on the light and expose herself to the entire neighborhood?

She never really cared about old ladies or mothers snitching on her but her putting herself on display like that was a whole new level. She wanted to be seen.

I rapidly glanced at whatever part of our neighborhood was visible from my bedroom window. Two cars in her driveway, her parents were there. All the kids were home either sleeping or having dinner. No dog walkers or cars driving around. The street was empty.

I saw Elsa stand up, and the red dot grew bigger once again, facing my direction. She was looking at me.

I hadn't realized until now that if her figure was clearly visible to me in the yellow light, it was probably the same for her. She bent over inside her room and the red dot disappeared - she had just stubbed her cigarette.

And when I thought she was going to walk back inside her room, she did something unexpected. She sat back on her window frame, one leg inside, one leg outside, sometimes kicking her free leg looking at the neighborhood. But what was different was that this time, she sat on the other side of the circular frame, and she was now facing me.

I was looking at her, trying to tell if she was looking back at me. She was too far away for me to tell. From that position, the light coming from inside her room hit her from a different angle, and I could now see a little bit more than just a black shape.

Her hair was brushed--like she always did before going to sleep--over her left shoulder and was lightly floating in the cool breeze. She was wearing a tight top, probably one she uses as PJs, and her legs were bare.

Elsa lifted her right leg up and bent it, her foot resting on the very wooden frame she was sitting on. I saw her nervously look at the street and do something with her hand. I was still standing there, perfectly still.

She tilted her head back, and I could swear I saw her mouth open for a brief moment. Her left arm was still making unidentified movements, while her right arm rested on her bent knee.

"Holy shit!" I couldn't help but scream when I realized what was going on.

Elsa wasn't wearing anything--from the beginning--on the bottom, and she was publicly masturbating.

"Everything alright?" I heard Mom asking.

"Yeah... I just hurt my pinky toe!" I yelled.

"Alright!"

My eyes never left the sight in front of me. Did she turn on the light because I did?

Yeah, she definitely did that knowing I was watching. There was no other explanation.

But what should I do? I definitely can't join her, no. Not when her parents are there.

Should I masturbate too?

Should I text her?

I felt my dick twitching and locked the door.

Back in position, I was about to unbutton my pants when I realized how exposed I was.

While Elsa was just a silhouette on the third floor of a house, I was at ground level, and the lights in my front yard were now on, making me fully visible to anyone passing in front of our house.

I zipped and buttoned my pants back up and grabbed my phone to text Elsa.

I looked at her before typing. Elsa was still doing it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to do. Too visible," I typed and pressed send.

I nervously threw my phone on the bed and continued enjoying the show, slowly massaging my bulge through my pants.

I got a notification one minute later. When did she type? I didn't see her do anything other than caress herself by the moonlight. I quickly went to pick up my phone, which was four steps away--four steps too far. Why didn't I simply put it in my pocket?

I unlocked it.

"Want to join us on Discord tonight? Netflix watch party." Fucking Eric!

I stuffed the phone in my back pocket and went back to the window.

Elsa was standing up, immobile.

"Fuck, the show's over!" I spat between my clenched jaws.

Elsa waved in my direction--I was right--then went back inside, closed the window, and turned the lights off.

I'm such a failure. I couldn't figure out what she expected from me when she gave me another chance after yesterday's failure," I was blaming myself out loud, pacing in my tiny room, making up a thousand paranoid scenarios.

"She probably stopped because I stopped watching her for a minute." I kept mumbling.

"Oh my god!" I screamed again.

"Julian, what's going on?" I heard my mom from the living room.

"N-Nothing. I just won at Fortnite!" I didn't win anything.

Oh my god! (This time in my mind.) Did she cum and I missed it?

The first time I could finally see her orgasm, and I missed it?

I looked at my phone, and my text still said "Sent."

I turned the lights off and sat on my bed. I still had a hard-on, but I was too angry at myself to fix it.

The rest of the week went by: me trying to catch Elsa, and her obviously trying to avoid me.

I looked at her window every evening, turning the light on, hoping for her show to happen again, but it never did. And when the weekend came, she pretended to be sick and stayed home.

"Take care, drink plenty of fluids, love you," I sent her a text on Saturday morning, hoping she'd talk to me a little, but that didn't happen. She opened it, and reacted with a thumbs up, totally ignoring my previous text.

Monday morning. After a weekend of gaming with Eric and sometimes Naomi, I grabbed my backpack and walked towards school. I did not cross the street, since Naomi wasn't waiting for me anymore, but instead, I kept walking on my side of the street, reading all the Discord DMs Eric had sent me since I disconnected the day before.

"Are you avoiding me, loser?"

Elsa was looking at me, arms crossed, dead serious, her long platinum blonde hair floating in the wind. She was wearing a white tank top, a faux-denim blue miniskirt, white sneakers, and white tube socks with a stripe matching her skirt that reached under her knees that day.

She made a pissed face, like she was expecting an answer from me. What could I possibly answer?

I slowly crossed the street in her direction, scanning her face for any hints.

"How are you, better?"

Her face relaxed and she sighed, "Yeah," and started walking.

What the hell was that? Avoiding me for a week, teasing me, and then acting like nothing happened?

I was angry but I quickly buried that down deep where the bug was hiding. My own pride was less valuable than her opinion of me.

She didn't wait for me and kept walking, the wind still playing with her hair. As I paced to catch up, I saw them--her yellow silk panties peeking as the wind lifted her skirt, offering me some consolation prize. She didn't seem to notice and kept walking.

In the middle of the morning, during class, Elsa raised her hand. "Sir?"

"Oh yes, you can go," he answered. Elsa took her books, neatly placed them inside her bag, and left the room.

"Do you know where she is going?" I whispered to Eric.

But Naomi turned around. "I think she's going to Mr. Jones. She has an appointment with him."

"Quiet, please!" the teacher intervened.

Naomi turned back to me. "I'm scheduled right after her, and Eric is after me."

I had forgotten about their appointments.

"Why did it have to be during lunch break?" Eric whispered.

About half an hour went by, and Naomi left for her appointment. Elsa came back a few minutes later. She didn't look at me or Eric, but quietly sat down and opened her books. I only heard her talk when she asked her neighbor for her notes.

The bell rang and I walked with Eric down the hallway. Mr. Jones's office was on the way to the cafeteria, and as we stopped there, we saw Mr. Jones open the door and welcome Eric inside with his hand.

That day, he was wearing a deep green silk shirt, a yellow handkerchief peeking from his chest pocket, and terracotta chinos with boat shoes matching his shirt. I could never picture myself dressing like him. I always felt like I needed to blend in as much as possible, so I picked the simplest, most boring outfits I could find. But I was still envious of how elegant Mr. Jones looked, day after day.

"Grab me something to eat, will you?" I said, giving him a thumbs up, and went to the cafeteria.

Elsa wasn't there. I found myself sitting alone for the first time in four years when Naomi arrived. "Hey!" she said with her intoxicating smile. "So it's just the two of us today? Great!"

Great? Why?

"Can we talk?" she asked, her face unusually serious.

"Uh, sure! But don't you want everyone to be there, so--"

"I wanted to talk to you, just you. In fact, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a while now." I felt my face turning red. I'd never really been alone with Naomi, only on short and rare occasions. Not that we were now surrounded by hundreds of noisy students.

"Do you want us to go elsewhere?" I asked, grabbing my backpack with one hand, my tray with the other, half-seated already.

"No, it's now or never." She grabbed my arm and sat me down. She was definitely stronger than she looked.

"I know this is not the best time, or perhaps it is the best time, I don't know, but I feel that if I don't come clean now, I'll never forgive myself." The tone of her voice was new to me.

"Naomi, I--"

"Shut up, Julian. Please let me do this." Her eyes were glistening. I decided to keep silent.

"Julian, I know you and Elsa are..." She didn't finish her sentence. "And I don't know if you guys are still a thing, and I respect her a lot--she's one of my best friends." She stopped and looked at me, giving me a chance to speak, but I didn't.

"I feel it's the only moment for me to finally tell this to you, Julian. I think I'm in love with you. I think I have been for years, and since then I've been yearning for us to be more than friends." She paused again. I can't remember what I did then, but I probably stood there, dumbfounded.

"We only have one year left before we all part ways, and today feels like the final opportunity to tell you how much I want to give you all the love you deserve."

I was incapable of articulating a single thought. My fears of Elsa disappearing from my life weren't enough already--now my best friend had to come out with a bomb like this.

As I tried to form a thought--and after that, a sentence--in my mind, I saw the long seconds melting Naomi's face like ice cream in the sun.

"Naomi, I... I love Elsa, and you're... my best friend, I..." I said it so slowly that I could see Naomi go from worry to tears between the beginning and the end of my sentence.

"But Elsa doesn't give a shit about you!" she screamed, standing up. The entire cafeteria looked at us in silence. Naomi grabbed her bag and ran outside the building.

I was shaking, sitting alone at my table. It felt like the floor was crumbling under my feet.

I'd potentially just lost my girlfriend, and now my best friend hated me.

The class had already started. Naomi was absent, and Elsa was sitting in her spot, probably clueless about what had just happened.

Ten minutes in, Eric came in.

"Dude, it took so long! I'll tell you more about it later. Did you get me anything to eat?" he said out loud, ignoring the stare of our teacher.

"Sorry, I totally forgot. I didn't eat either--lunch was kind of a shitstorm," I whispered, hoping Elsa wouldn't hear us.

"Dude, you had one job," he whispered, finally noticing the teacher giving him the stink-eye.

"By the way, where did Naomi go?"

At the end of the day, Naomi was still nowhere to be found. We all decided to walk back together.

"So how was counseling?" Elsa asked to my surprise.

I decided to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to miss any piece of information regarding her recent whereabouts.

"This Mr. Jones is crazy, he has a whole intensive program for me to follow so I can become a game developer. Like, I had to protest because there wasn't any time left for me for gaming!"

I was walking slightly behind them but I could swear I saw Elsa smirk at the moment.

Eric continued, "So I had to bargain with him, that's why it took so long. Like, he agreed to let me include gaming into my routine, and that's fair because that's the object of my studies, but the hours are limited and I can only get it as a reward."

"A reward, huh?" Elsa asked. The tone in her voice was somewhat playful.

"Yes. Mr. Jones is going to find me a tutor to help with my studies, and if I get good results, I get more gaming time. Also, my tutor can grant me more gaming time if they judge my gaming scores are satisfactory. I'm telling you, that was a hard negotiation."

We arrived at Eric's corner. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started playing while walking his way home. I was left alone with Elsa.

I continued walking two steps behind her, waiting for her to initiate the conversation about either herself, us, Naomi, anything really. When we arrived in front of her house she looked at me in silence, then up at her window.

"You should focus on your studies for a while, Julian. Instead of lazying around."

She was pointing at my window.

"That was a one-time thing. Don't expect lightning to strike twice in the same place."

She turned around and walked toward her door. I was about to say something when I was interrupted by the wind.

The wind was blowing with the same strength as it did this morning, and once again the wind lifted Elsa's skirt high enough for me to see her panties. Or the absence of it.

Elsa wasn't wearing panties, her perfectly round cheeks jiggling and rubbing against each other freely offered to my eyes for a short second.

Did she notice how exposed she just was?

And what about this morning?

And when and how did she lose them?

She disappeared behind her door.

I stayed there a few seconds still processing.

How many people have seen her underskirt today?

She is sitting in the first row in class. Did the teachers see her naked pussy? Her bare ass? My mouth was getting dry as the bug was devouring my insides.

I arrived home, only thinking of masturbating, taking a shower, and maybe crying a little bit after a day so full of emotions. I yelled that I'd arrived to my mom who probably was somewhere between the kitchen and the laundry room and opened the door to my room.

"Damn you really should pick a better password, especially with so much porn on your computer, kiddo!" Emma was sitting on my desk chair, browsing my secret porn folder.

"By the way, Eric asked if you want to log in to Discord tonight. I've already answered no for you. You really should use a password manager. Also, I hope you close the blinds when you open this folder." She was laughing so hard her breasts were jiggling in her corset.

Emma was wearing a black lace corset that showcased her opulent tattooed chest and some tight latex-looking shiny black pants that stuck to her long legs like a second skin, along with some black velvet-looking platform shoes decorated with silvery skulls. She got up from the chair and adjusted her long straight black hair.

Get dressed, we're going out. Mom already knows." She pointed at my bed; some black clothes I had never seen before were neatly folded.

*Emma, today's not the..."

"I don't want to hear it. You promised me, we're going out." She finished fixing her black lipstick in the mirror on my wall, then turned back at me and smiled. "I promise you'll have fun tonight." She left me alone to change. "Ten minutes, hurry up."

I was entirely dressed in black, black shirt tucked into some high-waist, loose-flowing black pants, and I had a brand new pair of Dr. Martens that were already cutting deep into my heels.

"You are so handsome!" My sister didn't miss the occasion to call my mother to show her my new outfit. Both girls took their phones out to snap pictures of me, like it was prom day.

"No later than 1 a. m., he still has school tomorrow." My mom was pointing nervously at Emma. All the trouble she gave her when she was in her teens came back to her mind.

"Promise!" Emma slammed the door.

"I'm not riding your bike, I told you." I warned her.

"Don't worry, I called us an Uber. It's already on its way." Emma used that tone of hers that could make all your worries wash away.

We both sat in the back, and I quickly found myself glancing out the window.

"We've got a long trip ahead. Why don't you tell me a bit about your first week?" Her voice wasn't playful or teasing anymore, but comforting. My sister always knew when something was off. And maybe it was all the insecurities or the flow of emotions that day, but during that one hour trip, I told Emma everything.

"I always knew about Naomi. I'm sure even Mom knew. She's such a sweet girl--you'd have been lucky to have her as your girlfriend. But you love Elsa. No one chooses those things. I hope you guys can stay friends, though." When I told her about Naomi.

"Don't worry about that. Your grades are perfect, you're super talented, and you still have plenty of time to figure out what you want to do. Even in college, you can still change your mind. Look at me--I didn't figure it out until I had both hands full, haha." When I told her about my career insecurities.

"You know what? You could be a better friend to him, and I'm not saying that jokingly. Eric has had your back since you were babies, and your attitude towards him isn't worthy of a friend. You should support him more, and maybe if you opened up to him, he could show you how much he loves you." When I told her about Eric.

Even when I told her--without going too much into detail but deep enough--about Elsa, she stayed supportive. "I know you guys have been friends forever and that you love her, but if you need to talk to her about your situationship, I think you have the right to. She shouldn't mess with your feelings like that. I know you'll probably say no if I ask you, so I won't--but if you ever need me to go punch her..."

But when I told her about Mr. Jones, her tone changed.

"This guy is intriguing." Now she was the one avoiding my gaze, looking out the window.

"You say he was never aggressive or rude? So you just don't like him, that's it?"

"I can't pinpoint it. It's a feeling in my gut. I just feel this man will ruin my life. I can't explain it." She was now looking back at me.

"Or maybe he'll change it for the better. Why do you care so much about him? He's just a counselor. Fuck counselors."

"It's just that... I don't know. Elsa looks at him weird, and she reacts weirdly when he's mentioned. Also, she had a second appointment with him just one week after the first."

"So it's about Elsa again, huh? I see. What does he look like again? No, better yet, what's his name?"

I helped Emma find his LinkedIn profile on her phone. "Don't worry. If there's any dirt on him, I'll find it." She stared at her phone for a long minute in silence. "Ok, get ready now, we've almost arrived."

The room was dark and loud, and a DJ was in a booth above the dance floor, shaking his arm to the rhythm of the music. I wanted to leave already.

"Come with me, tonight we're VIPs!" Emma had to scream in my ear.

When we arrived in the VIP section, guarded by a gigantic Black guy, we were greeted by a group of three goth girls screaming so high I could swear they were actual bats. They would've probably taken that as a compliment.

Emma introduced me to the three vampires. "Julian, this is Drusilla, Ruth, and Scarlette. Girls, this is my little brother Julian!"

The volume was much more tolerable in the VIP section, and we could almost speak normally.

They greeted me, pinching my cheeks like they were my aunts, screaming happy birthday and complimenting my outfit. I'm sure Emma told them everything about me from the day I was born to the last time I showered.

The girls were all wearing very skimpy outfits consisting of semi-transparent tops, very short skirts, torn tights, fishnets, and high heels. Everything was black, and all of them were covered in tattoos and piercings.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you! Finally 18, yay!" Drusilla said.

"Finally legal!" Ruth added

Emma burst into laughter, and I looked at her, expecting her to shut her friend down and protect her brother from being bitten to death, but she seemed amused by the whole situation. Here I was, surrounded by girls who were probably used to having men begging at their feet to step on them, as inexperienced as I was.

I tried to fight back, but he was way too strong for me. He looked at me with the emptiest look I've ever seen on this planet. He pulled out a black marker, traced a black cross on my hand, and then let me go.

Scarlette got up and kissed him passionately, their tongues intertwining, his giant hand grabbing her ass cheek like you would grab an orange. "Thanks, Jimmy." She sat back.

"It's so the staff knows you're not 21 but still 18. Normally, they don't let people under 21 inside, but they made an exception for you tonight." Emma smiled brightly, like it was some sort of honour.

"Your boyfriend seems cool." I said to Scarlette, trying to break the ice a little bit.

"My boyfriend..." she said, puzzled. "Oh Jimmy? Jimmy's not my boyfriend. Though he might fuck me later, if he wants to."

They all started giggling, including Emma. I looked at her looking for an explanation but all she did was give me a subtle wink.

Ruth leaned toward me so I could hear her better. "None of us have boyfriends, sweetheart, it doesn't work well with our..."

"Lifestyle," Drusilla concluded, smiling. They were all so incredibly sexy, but also very intimidating. Something told me we weren't from the same world -- like us even speaking wasn't supposed to happen according to the laws of the universe.

I looked at them casually chatting, trying to find a topic so I wouldn't feel so awkward sitting in one of the most uncomfortable places I've ever set foot in. They weren't bothered at all by me looking at their bodies. If I looked at a random woman on the street the way I analyzed their bodies that night, I'd probably have ended up with a purse on my face.

Emma was very quiet compared to her friends, looking at me, analyzing my behaviour and trying to read my mind as I was submerged in this new, unsettling environment. She only occasionally nodded to whatever her friends were saying.

I was taking a sip from my Coke when I saw it. I put my drink on the table and pointed at Ruth's chest.

"I'm just noticing you all have matching tattoos. That's so cool! What do they mean? You must be close friends to have these, right?" I was quite proud of myself for finding a topic that included their passion.

The instant I finished asking my question, Emma crossed her arms and smiled at me.

Drusilla slowly licked her lower lip while Scarlette was giggling.

"Oh, you want to know about the tattoo? This one, right?" She pointed at her chest.

I nodded.

"Let me order some drinks first." She raised her hand and the barman immediately nodded. The drinks came almost immediately.

Ruth sat closer to me, bending slightly so the tattoo was lit by one of the spotlights on the ceiling.

The tattoo was a black spade, like you would find on any playing card, except that it had a capital Q in the middle. Ruth had hers on her chest, while Drusilla and Scarlette had theirs on the ankle and wrist, respectively. Ruth's tattoo was also significantly larger.

Ruth opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She looked at Emma with a questioning look. Emma nodded.

"This tattoo, my dear Julian, means I'm a queen of spades." She took a sip.

"Okay..." I said, wanting to hear more.

"A queen of spades is a woman who only chooses to have sex with black men." She looked at me deeply in the eyes, waiting for a reaction. But all I could articulate was another "Okay..."

She smiled, "And the size and location of the tattoo indicate how open we are to being approached by black guys."

Emma was silent the whole time. She put her drink down and excused herself to the bathroom. I was left alone with the three witches.

I scratched my head and smiled timidly.

"Oh no, you traumatized him." Scarlette said.

"Maybe he was hoping to fuck you in his little bunk bed tonight?" Drusilla added.

They all exploded in laughter while I blushed.

Desperate to get the conversation back on track, I quickly asked another question.

"So where did you all meet? Do you all work with Emma?"

"Oh no, dear, I'm my own boss. We all are." Scarlette was the first to stop laughing.

"But what do you do?" I said loudly, trying to be heard over their laughter.

"We all do OnlyFans," Scarlette said. The other two took a sip.

"Oh, I see," I answered, trying to stay cool about the information.

"You see?" Drusilla raised an eyebrow. They all burst into laughter.

"So it means you..." I made a gesture with my hand, giving them the cue to finish my sentence.

"Fuck black guys with huge cocks on the internet for money, yeah." Ruth answered. This time no one laughed.

"And how much do you ch--" Emma came back and grabbed me by the shoulder.

"It's getting late, time to go. I promised mom."

We were waiting for our respective Ubers outside the club, the sound of the bass still audible from the street.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"Why? You don't like it? I thought it would be a change from the usual pizza place, plus I got to introduce you to the girls."

"They're... funny," I said, looking at her.

"I know. I love them so much. They're pretty hot, don't you think?"

"I mean... yeah, but..."

"Don't let that tattoo and OnlyFans impress you, kiddo. You're still young. The world is a big and wild place. People aren't all like those who live in that stuck-up neighborhood."

"Wait, do you have one?" I pointed at her. Our cars were there, and she was already climbing into hers.

"You're going to be late, kiddo. I'll call you soon." She slammed her door and the car drove off.

It almost took a crowbar to get me out of bed the next morning. Going to bed at that hour was something I never wanted to get used to.

On my way to school, Elsa was standing in front of her house. At least something went right.

She was once again wearing a skirt. This time, a white pleated skirt, with a red tank top and some white ankle socks with pompoms. She had her hair in a ponytail, and the whole outfit made her look like a tennis player. That morning, the wind wasn't nearly as strong as the day before, and the skirt was also longer. No luck today, I thought.

When we arrived in class, Naomi was already sitting at her table. As Eric and I took our seats, she turned around and greeted us, but this time, she wasn't smiling. That was fair, I thought. But when she turned to Eric and gave him her signature smile, I must admit it hurt.

""My parents said yes!" she said to him enthusiastically. I raised an eyebrow, but I was too otherwise preoccupied to care about this right now.

The teacher was distributing our very first test of the year back, and I got an E.

This was my first grade ever that was so low. It only took me one week of being out of focus from school to start failing. I had to do something, but I still didn't know what.

I tried my best to focus on the lessons that morning, and I was succeeding until Elsa raised her hand again.

I couldn't focus after that; my mind was filled with all kinds of scenarios.

Was he hypnotizing her into hating me?

Were they making fun of me?

Was he fucking her?

My dick twitched, and Elsa came back at the same moment. I looked at her, and she looked back at me, a very subtle, almost imaginary smirk on her face. My dick twitched again. I had to know.

During lunchtime, we were all four reunited again, and I was somewhat happy our traditions were still holding up.

Naomi suddenly raised her arm and waved at someone out of my field of view.

"Hi Mr. Jones!" She was giving him the smile I didn't deserve anymore.

I heard footsteps of someone not wearing sneakers beat the tile floor, and when the counselor reached our table, he stopped. "Hi, students, so you're starting tonight?"

He was fully dressed in black; only a silky white handkerchief was poking out of his chest pocket.

"Yes," Eric answered very seriously, looking at him directly. That's when I noticed he wasn't playing on his phone during breaks anymore.

"Good, I'm counting on you!" he said. Then he looked at Elsa, completely overlooking my presence. "I'm counting on you as well."

She looked back at him and said with a timid voice I'd never heard from her, "Yes, Adam."

What do you mean "Yes, Adam?" She's calling him Adam now? Isn't that against policy? What was going on during those sessions? I had to know.

I could not focus on the lessons during the afternoon. I had to come up with a plan. I could not stand not knowing.

At the end of the school day, I was the first one waiting at our usual spot, but when they all arrived together, they didn't stop and kept walking towards our homes, Naomi included.

""Wait, what's happening? Naomi, is there a sleepover or something?" I was blocking their way, so they were forced to answer me.

Naomi didn't answer, but Eric spoke. "Right, you weren't there last night on Discord, so I couldn't tell you. Remember when I said Mr. Jones had to find me a tutor?"

I nodded.

"Well, that tutor will be Naomi." Naomi smiled, but at Eric.

"But we all know how protective Naomi's parents are, so Mr. Jones had to call them and persuade them to accept."

"Wow, that's great!" My reaction was a little forced. "How did he manage to persuade them?"

This time, Naomi answered. We were all walking towards our houses, and Naomi spoke without looking at me. She simply couldn't meet my gaze.

"He insisted that Eric lived close to school, that we and our parents already knew each other. He also made Eric's parents promise to drive me home every time, and he insisted this would weigh heavily when I applied to an Ivy League university."

We arrived at Eric's crossing. "So yeah, I'm sorry, dude, but I'll be a lot less available on Discord from now on. I'm sure you understand."

"I do, don't worry," I said, trying to be as friendly as possible. Lately, I felt I hadn't been very friendly. I said bye to Elsa and went home.

I was already exhausted from the previous night, and I could barely sleep that night either, too preoccupied with what was happening behind that door.

Waking up the next morning felt like torture, but I had my plan in mind. I just hoped Elsa had another appointment that day. If not, spending another sleepless night would probably drive me crazy.

When Elsa raised her hand at about 10:30, I felt relief, joy, excitement, and pain all at once. I don't even remember the topic of the lesson that day, nor the subject. Was it history? Math? I didn't pay attention anyway and could catch up next weekend.

But I could never forget her outfit that day. She wore a light blue pleated skirt with a matching button-up shirt that had short sleeves. She had white thigh-highs so thin they were almost see-through. Her hair was braided, ending on her right shoulder.

I waited five minutes--checking my watch to be sure--before raising my hand to ask to go to the toilet.

I rushed down the hallway, exited the building, and ran around the school until I reached the bushes hiding Mr. Jones' office.

I ducked and tried to get into them without getting stung too much. I stood as far as I could from the window while still being able to see correctly, not knowing how well they would hide me.

Elsa was sitting with her legs crossed in one of the chairs; her backpack was on another. Mr. Jones was standing, leaning against his desk, unable to see me because he faced away from the window. He wore ivory coords that day.

I watched them for a few minutes, hoping a sound would miraculously slip through the soundproof glass, when I saw Elsa get up.

She spread her legs slightly and lifted her skirt. I was petrified, holding my breath hoping it would help keep me hidden.

I saw Mr. Jones nod and point towards his chest with his right hand. Elsa, her face bright red, then removed her white silk panties, letting them fall to the ground, and kept her skirt lifted for a few more seconds. I could see she had removed her landing strip.

My dick was pulsating in my pants at the same rhythm the bug was devouring my insides. I was aroused and devastated at the same time by this view. I was watching something intimate I wasn't supposed to see, and it included the woman I loved.

Elsa picked up her panties, folded them carefully, and slid them into the pocket of his shirt. The counselor then placed his right hand on her neck, applying gentle pressure on the sides, and his left hand on her ass, strongly massaging her buttock. He said something to her, and she nodded.

He let her go and walked back behind his office. At that moment, I was terrified of getting caught, but the bushes seemed to provide good camouflage.

Elsa joined him and bent over his desk. They were now both with their backs to me.

The counselor raised his hand high and spanked the love of my life in front of me.

I felt my soul leave my body. He did it again. I felt a warm tear on my cheek, then on my other cheek. He did it again and again until I counted ten spanks.

Elsa's ass was redder than her face. But her pussy, exposed to the world if not for these narrow bushes, was soaking wet to the point I could see her juices running down her thighs. She got up and turned around. Elsa also had tears running down her face, but hers were tears of joy.

Mr. Jones stepped toward her and wiped a tear with his thumb.

Elsa leaned in and kissed him.

She kissed him passionately, like she had never kissed me, like she had most definitely never kissed anyone before him. She held his body, her tongue deep in his mouth, her eyes closed, enjoying every millisecond of that moment.

Meanwhile, I was sobbing like a toddler.

- End of Chapter 2 -

[Thank you for your interest in my very first story, and for reading this Chapter to the end.

This has been a lot to read for rather tame content. But rest assured, things are going to escalate in Chapter 3.]