by Writing Shark
Jenna gets nasty in class for you
“Are you feeling better?” the teacher asks Jenna.
She just says “Mhmm” and sits down, her head bright red. Jason says something and does something but a bomb could go off in the room and Jenna wouldn’t notice.
Oh my God… Oh God…
Jenna is a functioning, independent girl. She is no stranger to the feelings she has. Love, she knows that. But what she feels for Ethan wipes out her previous feelings. Fear. Yes, she’s afraid of Ethan. A little bit… or a bit more. Mainly because she is so insecure. Unsure about him, his intentions and how she should deal with him. And excited. She knows the light feeling in the stomach like when she has to jump into a cold shower or is waiting in line for a particularly wild roller coaster at the amusement park. She is excited because Ethan gave her an order.
She can’t call it anything else and with red cheeks and looking at her messy classroom table, Jenna realizes that she doesn’t want it any other way. Ethan is so beautiful and strong and smart, he doesn’t need to ask for anything and Jenna gets butterflies in her stomach because she was the one whose feelings he heard.
Still, she feels sick with fear. She’s already had sex, with Jason and another former boyfriend, and sucked and wanked several of the guys on the football team. That’s what cheerleaders do. But taking off her clothes for Ethan, showing herself to him, she knows all the feelings but they are new at the same time. And so much stronger. Stronger than any other feeling, even self-preservation.
Showing her breasts, allowing him to ruin her life, to show him that she really loves him… How long did it take after she flirted with him? Not even a class. And the hour isn’t even up and she’ll…
It doesn’t matter what you think Jenna. He wants it from you. And what do you want to do? Dump him? Him? Ethan fucking Lynchwood? Fuck you’ve come this far. And it was… fuck it was so good to show myself to him. What is there… something more… here… in the classroom?
She hesitates for a few more seconds, cursing herself for being so stupid and afraid. The false fear. The fear she has when Ethan tells her something is good and right. It mixes with burning lust and radiant love. This fear is stupid and bad, just like her without him.
“Dude, what’s that?” Brian whispers and nudges you in the side. But a bomb could go off in the room and you wouldn’t take your eyes off your phone. Then it happens.
That’s exactly why God invented the school uniform.
This time her face is not visible and the picture is darker, taken from under her table. But you see enough. Jenna’s silky smooth skin on her thighs. She spread her legs. Apparently she is wearing white frilly panties. Little bitch. Good girl. But you don’t tell her that, instead you look at her fingers trying to pull her panties to the side, spread her pussy lips for you and at the same time stay out of the way while the other hand holds the cell phone.
‘I’m thinking of you Ethan. I always think of you. I hope you like me. People say I have a hot pussy but only your opinion matters to me.’
“Holy mother of god…”
Another mistake. What if Ethan is mad at her for already having sex? What’s wrong with you? How dumb can someone be? Why didn’t she save herself for him? Why didn’t she recognize her feelings way sooner? Why is she with this looser Jason when happiness is so close?
Janna racks her brain, just like women do. She knows about her weakness, but can’t stop it. How could she? She is a woman.
And Ethan is a man. My husband! If I do it right. I just have to submit to him even more. I just have to show him even more that he can do anything with me. A text! My God he is texting me!
Her tongue hurts when she sees the text.
‘You almost drowned your life in the shit you caused Jenna you piece of fuck meat.’ He’s so right! My God, what have I done? ‘Luckily I’m here now. Someone strong to tell you what to do.’ She quickly types an answer. Her breath is rattling and her pussy is sopping wet and throbs wildly at the thought of how lucky she is.
‘Yes Ethan! Thank you! Please tell me what to do. Thank you!’ The next message comes immediately and wipes away her fear and insecurity, replacing it with love and the good fear of not pleasing him. The classroom blurs out and she is alone, only her lover is with her.
‘Show me how you finger yourself. Jerk off for me, you little whore. And make a video. I want to see how your pussy juice makes your skirt wet. You’re supposed to run around in your juice all day long. Everyone should see it. Stupid silly fuck meat.’
Jenna almost dies of embarrassment after she suppresses a sequel of happiness for her nickname. She doesn’t want to do it. But the thought doesn’t even occur to her. Instead she just hopes that Ethan isn’t angry that she sends him a text before she masturbates for him in the room with the other students.
‘You’re so good to me Ethan! Thank you for telling me what to do.’
Then there’s nothing left to do except follow the command.
And Jenna obeys.
In her subconscious, all the alarm bells are ringing as if war had broken out. But she ignores it and focuses on the plan.
In front of the class, her teacher talks about energy transfer, a topic that Jenna has not yet understood. But does now.
It is Ethan’s energy, in the form of his will, moving from the phone through her eyes into her head and then controlling her body. And it’s wonderful.
Under the table she spreads her legs and slides a little lower on the chair. Next to her, Jason doesn’t realize that he has lost his girlfriend (and therefore his status) forever. But Jenna doesn’t care about him or her own status. She would rather live at Ethan’s feet, only as his slave, than live one more day without him.
Her legs tense as her fingers run over the soaking-wet material of her panties. She is so wet for her lover! Fear and shame burn on her skin but the energy of the most embarrassing and dangerous moment of her life is a candle compared to the napalm storm caused by her love for Ethan. His energy controls her, letting her arm move between her legs again. This time she is filming herself. She’s going to film herself stroking her pussy for another boy among her friends and all the other students!
I should have asked how he likes it, she desperately thinks, but Ethan’s energy is too strong for anything else to fit into her little girlish head. If he doesn’t like it he will punish me. Maybe he’ll send me through school naked? Or publish the pictures? God I’m so wet for him. I love him so much!
Her teeth mark her tender lips and her eyes flicker as her finger strokes her clit under her white panties. She wants him so much. She wants to kiss him, touch him, caress him. She wants to serve him, submit to him. She wants to be the best girlfriend and fuck meat ever.
The feeling is indescribable. Her whole body is on fire. Ehan’s energy flows through her fingertips into her clit, causing her entire body to twitch. Jason can’t see it. Nobody is allowed to see it. And no one is allowed to hear it. Jenna is afraid that someone will notice what she is doing. But more than that, she wants her humiliation, her sacrifice, the proof that she is worthy of him, to be all for Ethan alone. It’s his gift that he chose for himself and she hopes it makes him happy. She wants nothing more.
“Mmmmh…” She does and rubs herself faster. Did he allow her to come? He didn’t say anything else. But what’s more important is that she puts on a good show, so she spreads her legs even wider for her love and rubs herself faster. She fingered and rubbed herself often. But not like this. Not for a boy. “Ethan…” It’s almost a thought, barely a whisper. Jenna closes her eyes and loses herself in the world Ethan has created for her.
She no longer exists. Her body dissolves. It consists only of individual parts. Her tits, her pussy, her asshole, her mouth, her voice, her hands, her eyes, her nose, her thoughts and her soul. These are all individual things that she can use to please Ethan. He took her apart, dissolved her, and he can put her back together and make her better.
“Ethan… I… love…”
The thought of him fuels the glimmer into a firestorm that can consume entire cities. It’s like she’s always been in love with him, like she’s been serving him since she was a twinkle in her father’s eye. It’s wonderful. So glorious.
“My god Ethan… I’m coming for you…”
The only thing she feels is the tip of her finger on her clit, faster and faster, and the wetness that pours between her thighs onto her skirt, viscous and hot. Ethan wants her to be wet for everyone to see and Jenna almost cries at the thought of walking through school with a big wet spot on her butt and wet panties, drooling girl juice down her legs. But then she will see Ethan. And he will smile. And she will throw herself into his arms and he will kiss her and love her and take her home and fuck her and never let her go and she will be his forever and…
“Ethan! Fuck! Ethan!”
Writing Shark 