Ah, Ms. Amelia Archer…
At first glance, she looks like one of the strictest women I've ever met. Behind those thick glasses and that tight blonde bun, she seems cold and distant… and I still can't tell if all the A+ grades I've been getting in math are her way of thanking me for the orgasms I give her during our "private lessons" in her office — or if I actually earned them.
Of course, my stepmom has no idea. She doesn't know about all the other girls I've slept with over the years either. She's always been possessive in her own peculiar way — even before our relationship turned into… this.
If she ever found out my cock isn't hers alone, she'd probably cut my allowance in half and forbid me from drinking her blood.
It's a morning like any other, and my beloved Ms. Archer walks into the classroom while my classmates watch her nervously. But this time, she's not alone.
Standing beside her is an incredibly beautiful girl — slightly tan skin, platinum-blonde hair cut just above her shoulders, and bright emerald-green eyes.
Damn — she's absolutely stunning!
«Everyone, this is Kimberly Almiris, your new classmate. I expect you all to be respectful and uphold the reputation of our school,» Ms. Archer says in her usual firm tone.
«So, Jace. You've already got your eye on her, haven't you? It's all over your face,» Naomi — my deskmate — whispers, nudging me sharply in the ribs.
Naomi Everwyn — the only girl Veronica ever lets me spend time with, and the only person I can really call a friend.
But there's a reason my mother tolerates her. According to her, Naomi is completely lesbian — which is why she stays so calm when I hang out with her.
I don't know where she got that idea. Maybe it's the punk vibe, the studded leather jacket, the short green-dyed hair, or that tomboyish, foul-mouthed attitude. Yeah, my mom's hopelessly old-fashioned. To her, any girl who doesn't dress properly feminine automatically counts as a lesbian.
On the other hand, Naomi is probably the only girl in the entire school who doesn't want to fuck me. So I guess I'm a little suspicious too. And it's not like we've never had the chance — quite the opposite.
Just last year, we ended up sleeping in her bed at least twenty times after our little private parties in her room. I was always too drunk to make it home, and she'd offer to let me sleep next to her.
Well, she slept. I had to pretend — since we vampires don't even know what "sleep" is.
And yet, she never tried anything. Not the slightest sign. Not even a wandering hand brushing against my cock by accident. No hint at all that she wanted to fuck.
And you know what? I actually like that. It's nice having something with a human that doesn't revolve around sex. It kind of makes me feel... like a normal guy.
«I get the feeling this time you've got no chance,» Naomi says with a mocking grin. «Come on, it's obvious she's a total goody two-shoes — hell, I bet you ten bucks you won't even get a tongue kiss out of her within a month!»
«You said the same thing three months ago when that substitute teacher filled in for Archer for two weeks... and you still owe me ten bucks for that one.»
«Alright, I admit it — I misjudged that time... but seriously, who would've guessed that behind that nun act was a full-on nympho?! I still remember the pics you sent me that night — you two going at it in that fast-food restroom…»
Ah, yeah, those photos… Taking a selfie from above while she blew me wasn't exactly a classy move, I know. But otherwise, Naomi would've never believed me. And of course, I deleted them right after — I'm not such an asshole!
«But this time it's different!» Naomi insists. «In fact, I'm so sure I'll double it — twenty bucks says you won't even get a tongue kiss!»
«Challenge accepted.»