Overwatch High

I don't own Overwatch

I cringed as Jeremy hit the mat. Pinned down by some guy I wasn't familiar with, but the action did make a hell of a sound. The thing about my buddy Jeremy is that he tried a lot of sports… And because he was the Coach's favorite he got to at least try…

Today was wrestling. To be fair he was a fan of the professional stuff, I never saw the appeal really but I did like playing the games. Coach Zaryanova sighed, scratching her pink hair as she watched Jeremy get pinned, standing close to me as I sat on the bleachers. "…Ah my poor little Zaika…" she mumbled, "Alright that's enough!" she shouted, watching as his opponent helped him good-naturedly to his feet. "Good work today Chris. Nice try Jeremy… hit the showers!"

She rubbed her forehead as the wrestling team and Jeremy headed for the showers, "So are you going to tell him he didn't make the team or should I?" I asked casually, it was all in good fun.

She glared at me however as if it wasn't. And an angry coach is a dangerous coach. "At least he tries… why don't you participate?"

"Because I'm literally a reserve member for just about every other team thanks to you…" I replied, resting my face on my hand, "Besides he really wants to be on a team and do something… actually wrestling is a good choice because of weight class…"

Coach rolled her arms and crossed her arms, "…Well… I'll keep working with him. In the meantime…" she reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like concert tickets. "Here." She handed them to me.

I looked at them for a moment, reading them. It was a large stylized number 4 followed by a W. "What are these?"

"Tickets to World Wide Women's Wrestling." She said flatly, "Jeremy wanted to go and I got him the tickets but something came up so I can't take him. I nominate you…"

"O-kay…" I said slowly, looking at the tickets, they were for Saturday night in the concert arena downtown. "…Does he know I'm taking him?"

"No. But I imagine he'll figure it out when I tell him I have to take care of something that night and can't go with him. You're the next best thing…"

"Well, what if I was doing something Saturday?" I replied with mock indignation as she made her way towards the boy's shower.

"You'll enjoy yourself." She said firmly, "Now run a lap around the gym for giving me lip!"

"You're the one that gave me a blowjob against my will…" I mumbled more to myself than anything but as if she had psychic powers she roared out-

"Two laps Snow!" I promptly shut my mouth and ran the laps.

Jeremy was actually perfectly okay with me going with him. I guess hanging out with my buddy and watching a bunch of muscular women groping each other wasn't so bad. Jeremy himself was a huge fan of the wrestling scene, and apparently 4W as it was called was extremely popular, drawing female wrestlers both professional and amateur from all over the world to participate regardless of their affiliation. It apparently was a place for 'dream matches.' And there was even a surprising number of women in line with us as we waited to take our seats. Personally, I only expected to see guys…

Jeremy was happy enough, I watched him fidget in line as they began to let people in. "This is gonna be awesome…" he said smiling at me, "Thanks for coming with me Scott…"

I shrugged, it seemed like it was going to be fun so I didn't have much to complain about. "No problem… although I bet you'd wish I was the Coach, right?" I said rather knowingly, ignoring the blush on his face. "What was she doing that stopped her from coming anyway?"

Jeremy shrugged, "No idea. She wouldn't tell me…" passing by one of the many posters on the wall displaying wrestlers being featured tonight Jeremy suddenly grinned, "Holy crap Rainbow Mika!" he said bouncing on his feet in excitement, "I had no idea she was wrestling tonight!"

I viewed the poster of a pair of women; one, naturally muscular and shapely, was dressed in a red and white swimsuit, with a bob cut and strong beautiful asian features. The other looked like she was out of some cosplayer's wet dream. Long thick blonde pigtails and a blue and white costume and bandit mask that showed so much skin this event might have been confused for an elaborate strip show. With large full breasts and a boob window in the shape of a heart… although she did have arms and legs that looked like they could crush a steel bar…

"Which one is Rainbow Mika?" I asked curiously.

"The blonde built like the coach…" he said smiling at me, "She's awesome! She's a huge hit in Japan…"

I however noticed the comparison he made, "…She might be a bit 'bigger' than the Coach…" I noted with a soft knowing smile, "Sounds like somebody's got a crush…"

"What? I have hobbies…" he said blushing as we got inside.

"Yeah. Like the coach…" I noted smugly.

"Oh yeah?! Well what about- Ms. Amari?" he stopped and blinked down the hall and I turned to him.

"What about Ms. Amari?" I asked, equally curious and nervous as I looked in the direction of his gaze. Find nothing relevant, just some security guards and access backstage.

Jeremy scratched his head and shrugged, "I… just thought I saw her… that was weird."

"What's weird about seeing a teacher?" I asked grabbing his shoulder and leading him in, "We do it all the time…"

"W-well…" he began, blushing heavily at the idea. "I thought I saw her go through the backstage door."

"Uh huh…" I said rolling my eyes, "Come on man let's just find our seats. "Where are we sitting anyway?"I asked, taking one of the tickets.

"Right at the front." He said with a smile, right behind the barricades where we can see everything." I stared at the tickets for a moment and looked at him oddly.

"How did the coach get tickets like that?"Jeremy shrugged and we made our way to the seats. The show started out like most wrestling programs, a pair of ladies on commentary called out 'ohs' and 'ahs' as the crowd cheered. Honestly even I was drawn in as a shapely black wrestler body slammed a masked woman twice her size onto the mat and set the pin.

All in all, I had fun, and not just because they were half naked and at the peak of physical conditioning…

Then came the main event apparently. A very pretty short-haired platinum blonde walked into the ring, she herself was dressed in a business suit but she was at least six feet tall and shapely like a gravure idol… "Ladies and gentlemen!" her voice rose over the crowd, as her purple lipstick lips opened and spoke with an announcer's voice full of honey. "I'm afraid due to some rather 'heelish' behavior our main event has been altered slightly…" she paused appropriately as the crowd booed but she raised a hand to placate them, "Now now… I assure you the ones responsible have been… Punished!" as she said it the crowd roared with delight and she smiled. I didn't get it.

"She used to be a regular wrestler!" Jeremy shouted/whispered to me over the crowd. "It was her catchphrase!"

"Lucky for us…" she began again, her long legs strutting around the ring as she moved, "A few local amateurs have volunteered to put our favorite tag team in their place…" she said, "So lucky you! For one night only!" she pointed up the ramp to the holotron, "The Supernova! And her partner Thunderbird!"

Suddenly Lucio's hard rock remixed version of our school anthem roared over the air (the overwatch theme) and I knew almost instantly how this night was going to end.

'Supernova' came first, and she looked like some sort of Russian superhero. In full red regalia and a tight wrestling one-piece she walked out of the back and flexed her massive arms to the crowd who seemed to appreciate her very presence. She wore a mask that did nothing to hide her signature pink hair and she smiled and waved to the crowd.

'Thunderbird'… well I recognized her instantly even in the red and white face paint and the eagle headdress she too walked out with 'Supernova and flexed… and judging from the eruption of cheer from the males they liked what they saw… I had to resist the urge to punch the guy closest to me. Her costume was distinctly native American themed and I wasn't sure if that was racist or not… she wore a mantle over her wrestling tights like 'Supernova' but with distinct thunder and lightning designs.

Then they ran to the ring. And my heart stopped as 'Supernova' skidded to a stop and bodily hurled 'Thunderbird' over the ropes into the ring. Like a bird she flew, tucked, and rolled on the mat, jumping and tossing her mantle out of the ring towards the announcer's table revealing…

"It's Ms. Amari!" Jeremy hissed excitedly as a face painted Fareeha, her hair tied into two braided pigtails, roared and cheered at the crowd as they returned her approval of her entrance into the ring. She stood on the turnbuckle as 'Supernova' stepped into the ring. He shook me as I stood there memorizing every curve of her tightly hugged body.

"Stop shaking me I know!" I hissed, "Dude! You do know that 'Supernova' is the Coach right?!"

"…What?" he said rather surprised before turning to watch as suddenly 'Supernova' held out her arm as Fareeha grabbed it and began doing pull-ups as if it was an armbar… 'Supernova' faked yawned as if she was bored at her own display of strength. "…Holy crap it's the coach!" he stared cheering as I facepalmed. Sometimes he could be so… simple.

"Now that the challengers appeared…" the platinum blonde began, "Where are their opponents?!" and as she said it the air erupted in what sounded like it belonged in a 90's racing game, hard drums and fast pop. "There they are all the way from Japan!" the platinum blonde replied smiling, "Rainbow Mika and Yamato Nadeshiko!!"

The two in question ran down the ramp, jumping and waving happily to the crowd; before sliding under the ropes into the ring and posing as the crowd erupted in cheers. However unlike 'Supernov-…' you know what fuck it; Zarya and Fareeha. The cheers also included various catcalls and I can see why Rainbow Mika was in a thong her rather shapely rear for all to see. However, you wouldn't think she cared judging by the look on her face as she bounced around the ring with acrobatic flips as Yamato Nadeshiko took her place on the outside corner along with Zarya… apparently, Fareeha was going to go first.

The platinum blonde left the ring and the bell rang three times. R.Mika and Fareeha wasted no time as they grappled one another, Fareeha threw Mika into the ropes. As she returned Fareeha ducked as Mika leaped over her legs spread wide and landed gracefully before bouncing off the opposite ropes and grabbing the back of Fareeha's head before lunging forwards and taking her to the map as she bounced away.

I got to admit… if I didn't know this was a show, I know a bouncy blonde getting a steel chair on the back of the head. But as Mika was 'gloating' she didn't notice Fareeha recovering before she tripped her up and locked her into a sharpshooter…

Okay so maybe I watched wrestling more often than I admitted… I play the games, I know things.

Mika managed to grab a rope so Fareeha had to let go according to the ref, a rather young-looking girl with brown hair and a red headband. Mika and Fareeha parted again before grappling once more, Mika threw Fareeha into a corner only for Fareeha to run up the turnbuckles and leap over Mika and suplexing her, the crowd roared at the display of athleticism.

Mika bounced away, landing so her prominent rear pointed in the air, the crowd whistled but she ignored it. Getting to her feet and surprisingly slapping her rear hard making the crowd, even the females, erupt with more cheering as she pointed dramatically at Fareeha before lunging forwards and slamming her with a 'hip attack', (meaning she shoved her butt into Fareeha's face) sending Fareeha into the corner close to Zarya.

She tagged in just as Mika ran at Fareeha, Zarya caught Mika around her neck, then to the roar of the crowd she lifted Mika into the air and slammed her down onto the ring in a chokeslam.

"YEAH!!!" Jeremy roared, cheering as Zarya pulled Mika back up. Dominating her physically before tossing her towards the ropes. Mika ran towards the ropes and leaped over them outside the ring, stumbling as she hit the landing and running back into the ring, tagging Yamato Nadeshiko. Yamato was on the turnbuckles and leaped off the top rope, wrapping her legs around Zarya's shoulders and throwing her down in a frankensteiner.

Honestly, they were making a very good show of it. I was completely surprised that they could. Zarya and Fareeha were performing like professionals. Zarya was up again as Yamato bent down a little, hands resting on her knees as if examining her opponent. And as Zarya turned towards her she ran forward and slammed into Zarya's midriff with her shoulder in a spear taking her back down to the mat.

Jeremy actually cursed at her; apparently, he was really into it. Yamato went for the pin, and the ref began the count. However, after one, of which the crowd counted, Zarya kicked out and got up. Grabbing Yamato only to be reversed and tossed into the turnbuckle by Fareeha as Yamato charged and leapt…

Only for Zarya to tag out and catch Yamato in the air, Yamato's legs wrapped tightly around Zarya's shoulders again going for another frankensteiner but Zarya stood firm as Fareeha climbed their corner and…

"Holy shit!" Jeremy and I shouted together as Fareeha leapt towards Yamato and Zarya dropped her down onto the mat in a tag move. The crowd erupted in their approval as Zarya made her way out of the ring. Fareeha, (in an attempt not to hurt Yamato as much as possible this was still wrestling) had landed on her knees and began slowly climbing the opposite turnbuckle to steady herself as Yamato rolled towards Mika. Her hand outstretched to tag…

Fareeha turned only to see Yamato slap Mika's hand and Mika was in the air, catching Fareeha around the neck and twisting her down onto the mat. Then as Fareeha bounced up dazed she was running at the ropes, bouncing off, then another hip attack. Her very nice ass slammed against Fareeha's face… apparently knocking her out…

Mika went for the cover as Zarya went to intervene at the '1' count only for Yamato to pull off a full-on body splash to get her down to the mat just as the crowd roared out '2!' collectively, followed closely by '3'…

The crowd erupted in cheers… personally, I was a little disappointed but I think I saw this coming. Mika and Yamato helped Zarya and Fareeha to their feet and raised their hands as if to say 'we're all winners here' as the crowd clapped… all and all it was a good show…

Jeremy and I began cheering two; whistling loudly as we did… then we caught Fareeha's attention… A look of utter shock suddenly appeared on her face, as our eyes met… and it was a good thing she had that red face paint on because otherwise, you would've seen the glowing blush on her face.

Yep… going to get a lot of mileage out of this one…

Soon the crowds were parting… Jeremy and I however waited patiently in our seats as I took out my phone and texted Fareeha. Nothing teasing or mocking, just a simple, 'You were great'…

It took a very long time for her to respond as Jeremy's phone was vibrating on and off as he texted the Coach in rapid-fire conversation, sometimes I was unsure as to how much he knew that I knew that they were sleeping together, but he'd tell me when he was ready…

After a good majority of the people had left my phone vibrated and I checked the message. 'Meet us in the back. It's okay.'

I shrugged, and pulled Jeremy to his feet, "Come on we've been invited backstage." I leaped over the barricade as he tried the same, but couldn't quite manage, luckily I was there to catch him. Pulling him over and keeping him on his feet. "Dude, be cool." He scratched his head sheepishly with a small smile and we made our way backstage.

Many of the wrestlers were now in street clothes chatting happily with each other. Some, only an hour or two earlier, were threatening to rip each other's hair out, and were chatting happily together about weekend plans. Finally, we found the locker rooms, but since I knew better than to charge in and invite a possible lawsuit I grabbed Jeremy and pulled him aside, waiting patiently outside as I texted Fareeha again.

Took a few seconds, but finally 'Come in, it's just us.'

Walking in we found Fareeha, Zarya, Rainbow Mika and Yamato Nadeshiko chatting happily all still in costume. Upon seeing us Mika raised her hand in greeting, "Hello!" she said happily, smiling at the two teenage boys full of hormones staring at her wonderful body.

"Hi." I said smiling as Yamato waved politely as well. Jeremy however froze, apparently, Mika was much too pretty for him. Or his fanboy was overloading his brain. Regardless I decided to give him a hand, "Sorry…" I said, waving his catatonic hand in greeting. "He's a big fan…"

Mika and Yamato merely smiled, this must happen often.

Zarya smiled and rested her hand on Jeremy's head. "These are my favorite students. Jeremy and Scott…" she said addressing us in turn, "And yes… Jeremy is a big fan…" she reached into what was obviously her locker and pulled out a picture of Mika and Yamato standing back to back and flexing. "So would you?"

They politely sighed the picture and even gave it a lipstick kiss before handing it back to her. "There you go…" Mika said happily as Yamato waved to us and walked past, "It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope you come to see another show when we come back around!" she grabbed a duffle bag on a nearby bench and slung it over her shoulder, "Yamato-chan wait for me!" she shouted childishly, "You're my ride!"

I shook my head as Jeremy returned for catatonia and looked happily at the picture. "Holy crap…" he breathed, "This is awesome…"

"He's got a crush on Mika, she's his favorite wrestler…" I stated simply as Zarya glared playfully at him, but he looked incredulous.

"He does, does he?" she said coolly, "Well then…" she yanked the autograph picture away playfully and held it high above his head as he jumped at it like a child. "Well, he should reconsider his favorite wrestler right now…"

"Aw come on Zarya…" he said leaping admirable for the picture, "He's just being a jerk! Can I please have the photo?"

"Speaking off…" I said pulling out my phone as Fareeha and Zarya turned to me, "How about we get one of you two? I'll print it out and you can sign it later…"

Fareeha looked sheepish, "Scott…" she said warningly but Zarya slapped the autograph picture into Jeremy's hand and stood beside Fareeha, "Oh don't be a dud! Angela made these costumes for us, we might as well take one for posterity!"

She flexed her muscled arm and posed next to Fareeha, "Come on Ms. Amari…" I said, smiling knowingly, "Strike a pose." she rolled her eyes, but she too flexed her toned body smiling enigmatically and 'CLICK' went my camera, "Great." I said, showing them the picture and saving it as my screen saver. "I'll print it out later."

Then I gestured to Fareeha's costume, "So how did Coach rope you into this?" I asked casually, gesturing to her… very flattering wrestling outfit.

Fareeha sighed, "She's friends with the boss… a couple of the regular girls couldn't make it on account of a family emergency and a storm. So Zarya was asked to fill in…" she said frowning only for me to raise an eyebrow at that.

"So how did you get involved?" I asked as Zarya and Jeremy began chatting rapidly in a corner. "It doesn't seem like a thing you'd do."

Fareeha pouted rather adorably, "What? I have hobbies!" she said smiling incredulously.

"I thought I was your hobby…" I said in a whisper only for her to slap my shoulder.

"Hush!" she said with a smile, "Anyway I'm the only other person capable of this sort of thing… besides your mom was busy!" she said teasingly.

"Was that… was that a 'your mom' joke?" I asked with a laugh, "Okay… but why the native American theme thing?"

"I'm part Native American… and dad likes 4W. Watches it all the time in Canada when I'm visiting…" she said rather proudly.

"Okay sure why not…" I said simply, suddenly looking around and finding that Jeremy and Zarya were nowhere to be seen. "…Um… where did they go?"

"I… don't know…" Fareeha said, suddenly nervous as she looked around. "…Did they leave?"

"Well if they did it wouldn't matter, I drove the car…" I said, holding up the car keys from my pocket. "I mean unless you two drove here…"

"Well we did-…" she stopped as the sound of water began to flow and we realized that the door to the shower was shut. "…They do realize we're here right?" she asked sounding a little astonished. I of course had told her about my buddy's secret girlfriend… although I was still fairly sure that everyone knew.

"…Yeah and I don't think they care…" I said, "Or… maybe they really did forget… it's been an exciting day for Jeremy. Probably too riled up because of Mika bouncing around the ring." I said absently.

"Oh?" Fareeha said dangerously, "…You like them blonde and bouncy?" I cleared my throat quickly.

"Not what I meant… I'm just saying she dresses to catch a lot of eyes…" then looking at her for a moment I added, "And you do recall that she slammed her butt into you twice right? How could I not notice that?"

She smirked but pressed me up against the locker. "You should be careful you know… I know a dozen ways to take you down…" she said, her tone becoming just a little more seductive.

"…Is that an invitation?" I asked smiling back as her lips got closer.

We kissed, her tongue shot into my mouth and we had our own wrestling match… I won.

"Door…" I said simply and she quickly ran to the locker room door, didn't want to have to explain ourselves to anybody just in case.

"Got to be quick…" I said helping her shoulder straps down and revealing her bare breasts. "Jeremy won't keep the Coach distracted for long…"

"You sure it's not the other way a-ROUND!!!" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as I stripped her of her costume and buried my face into her crotch, yanking away her underwear as I shot my tongue inside her. I pressed her against the lockers as I quickly ate her out. Her other hand curled in my hair, begging me for more as my tongue coated her walls with my own saliva. I pulled away, licking her lower lips as I watched her eyes contort in pleasure.

"Trust me. He's really riled up." I breathed, letting my breath warm her lips as she quivered before burying myself back in. her legs clenched beside my head as she gasped and restrained a scream as she came, her juices squirting onto my face as she tried to pull away.

"W-wait… Wait!" she begged, but couldn't take it. Cumming hard again her legs gave out, but I held her up holding her in place as she calmed down. I stopped, listening intently and yes… the water was still running… so…."

I stood up and zipped down, my erection released to the air as she stared down at it impatiently, rubbing herself against me, encouraging me to go further as I slowly slipped into her, pressing her hard against the lockers as I put the entire thing into her.

"Fuck…" she hissed, squeezing me intently and gripping my face before slowly sticking out her tongue and cleaning me of her liquid as I steadily thrust into her, again and again. She whimpered but continued, determined to lick me clean as I rose to my release. The lockers rattled with each desperate thrust as I plowed into her. I lifted her legs slightly, she yelped in delight as I kept going, making sure she had nowhere to go but down on my cock as I kept up the pace. She pulled me to her lips again, and I tasted everything once more as she quivered on me. Screaming into my mouth as she came again, grabbing what I could on the lockers I pulled. Slamming deep into her and firing deep inside her…

"Fuck! Yes!!" she hissed, but covered her mouth again, suddenly tightening up even further in fear of being heard. "S-shit…" she giggled softly as I cringed in pain at how tight she was. Trapping my seed inside her… "Sorry…" she giggled.

I slowly set her down and pulled out, helping her dress again quickly as I listened. "…Wow they're still going at it…"

Fareeha pulled on the straps to her costume she looked curiously at the door. "…Want… to see?" she asked hesitantly.

"That's my best friend and his sexy secret girlfriend." I said scathingly, "…Of course I do."

"We're just checking to make sure they're alright!" she said, trying to justify it as we slowly turned the knob to the shower.

"Yes!" came a sudden cry and we jumped, covering each other's mouths trying to hold in our screams as we viewed the showers.

Zarya was on all fours, still wearing the mask strangely enough but Jeremy knelt behind her as the shower slammed down on them. Gripping her ass tightly he slammed into her as she bounce on the floor, thoroughly dominated by my buddy. Her breasts swung forward with each thrust as her face contorted in ecstasy.

With confidence I have never seen in him his hand raised high into the air and slammed down on her ass, she squealed in delight as he did it again and again, slapping her rear with all the strength he could muster. (which admittedly wasn't much but it apparently had the desired effect.)

"C-cum for me!" he said firmly, although he didn't sound so sure of himself, "Cum for me you dirty heel!"

Zarya gasped as his hand slapped down on her other cheek, "Oh no! You're pinning me!" she declared rather poorly, "You're going to make me submit to you my Zaika…" her face dropped to the shower floor as he pushed on her back and slammed down into her, "Oh no…"

"Cum for… me!" he said desperately, slamming into her as hard as he could as her whole body shivered beneath him, "Cum!!!" gripping into her muscles he shoved into her. Her whole body tensed and her mouth opened in a silent scream as, sure enough, she came… her eyes rolling up into her mask as she spread her ass wide with her hands, Jeremy pinning her down into the water as he filled her with his seed.

"Dominate me…" she moaned softly, her fingers digging deep into her ass, "Fuck yeah… make me submit…"

"G-get up!" he said firmly, pulling out of her and letting a bit of his cum flood from her pussy, "I… I want your mouth!" he said, grabbing her hair and feebly pulling her up. Instantly she took him into her mouth, and he quivered at the feeling of her blowjob.

She was damn good at those to be fair.

All the previous confidence dominance was gone. Steadily he thrust into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her head and slamming deep, going to the hilt each time instinctively. Whatever roleplay there were doing went out the window once she started slurping. Her hand flowed to her pussy as she began to play with herself, ignoring the intrusion of his cock in her throat she let him do as he wished…

"Cumming!" he declared, digging into her hair and pulling as he thrust deep inside her. "Cumming!" her hands immediately wrapped around him and even over the shower we heard the deep sloppily sucking as she drained him once more. Greedily swallowing every drop as his body went weak in her grip. She pulled away, lapping away at his cock and keeping it clean.

She smiled up at him, and her eyes turned to us at the door. Winking…

I pulled Fareeha away and quietly shut the door as Zarya stood up and placed one of her breasts into Jeremy's mouth… I frowned and sat on a nearby bench. "…I think we're stuck here for a while…" I mumbled quietly as Fareeha joined me on the bench.

She took a deep breath as we sat there in silence, listening to the shower then Fareeha suddenly spoke. "…Want me to blow you like that?"

"Fuck yes…"

I was engulfed in her mouth before I could even utter another word. She buried me in her throat, desperately working her tongue around my length as her sloppy slurping raised my arousal. She took my hand in hers, then placed it on her head. Jeremy had used Zarya's mouth… I guess it was my turn.

I gripped her hair and pulled her up, she moaned slightly in pain and then pushed her back down, sliding deep into her throat as her tongue wagged out and lapped at my shaft. Up and down I steadily moved her head, thrusting up into her as I pushed her down. Taking my free hand I groped her breast, squeezing with each steady thrust up into her mouth.

"Going to cum." I said desperately, increasing my thrusting as she moaned, steadily working faster as she began thrusting herself down. "Cumming!"

She slammed her throat down, her lips pressing against my balls as she took my length, my cock throbbing in her throat as I shot rope after rope of seed deep into her full belly. I felt her tongue lap away at my cock, moaning lovingly as I finished and pulled herself away. Licking her lips as she sucked in air…

Then she ruined her erotic look by belching loudly, coving her mouth with a smile. Okay, maybe not ruined… I pulled her onto my lap and gently caressed her from behind, "…Well… now what?"

She sighed, "No idea…" she replied, "I don't think we can get away with another round…"

I blew hair out of my eyes, thoroughly enjoying her soft but toned body in my hands. "…So… have the teachers decided on a field trip?" I asked casually, I knew the school trip was coming up soon. High-ranking students were usually taken to some resort or something as a reward for good work. Last year I didn't make the cut but apparently, they went to Hollywood to star as extras in a movie.

"…A Hotel on the beach…" Fareeha said, "About twenty students…"

"…So you in a bikini?" I asked suddenly very interested, she jumped in my lap. Feeling my 'interest'.

"Scott!" she yelped surprised just as we heard the water shut off in the shower. She scrambled off my lap where we sat calmly for a moment, "…We will discuss this as I tutor you…" she said firmly. "…You're still several points down to make the cut."

"Wait… actual tutoring? Or 'our' tutoring?" I asked calmly.

"Actual tutoring." She said firmly, "You need at least a B in your classes to make the cut. Jeremy's okay oddly enough."

"What did I make?" Jeremy asked, walking around the lockers to look at us.

"The field trip." I replied calmly, "…Why are you wet?" I asked, knowing full well why but I did like screwing with him.

"Coach needed help… in the shower…" he said nervously, wiping his head with a towel. "So uh… Coach invited us to dinner. Said the company is covering us..."

"Indeed!" Zarya smiled, swinging her mask around her finger as she walked proudly towards her things. Now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Come on we need to celebrate!"

"Thought we did that…" I mumbled, before promptly being elbowed in the side subtly by Fareeha as she tossed a towel over her shoulder.

"Why don't you two head to Rikimaru's and get us a table…" Fareeha said casually. "I need to wash this stuff off." she gestured to the face paint.

"Sure. Scott, you'll drive her, yes?" Zarya said, slipping her hand around Jeremy's shoulder and started heading towards the door before I could answer.

"Sure…" I replied with a shrug, knowing full well they'll probably end up screwing in her truck again.

"See you at Rikimaru's!" Jeremy said before being yanked from the locker room.

"…Well that will probably be fun…" I mumbled as Fareeha stripped down in front of me and grabbed my shirt collar with a seductive smile stretched across her face.

"…Never mind that, this will be fun…" she said, and I smiled lovingly as she dragged me into the shower.

End of Chapter

With Special guests Rainbow Mika and Yamato Nadeshiko! I was really sick when I wrote this chapter the fever dreams were strong. Pretty sure I also threw in Ivy Valentine for the fun of it.