Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

"Ms. McKinney? Heh...okay. Jack, just jerking it in the bathroom does not make you two a thing." Heather clearly didn't actually believe him, only having the events from what she knew to go off of. His sister also looked a little stunned at his sudden inquiry into her love life. "Ah, Trevor? He's doing alright. Been pretty busy with work though...but I dunno. He wasn't ever like that before...don't worry about it." While they were close enough for siblings, they didn't usually talk much about things in this way and it was clearly uncomfortable for the both of them, but something on her face made it obvious she was aware Jack was bothered by something.

"Uh...hey...you're okay, right? You look mostly fine."

 

'Oh, uhm, lot of crazy stuff going down lately, but I don't want to drag you into it. I'm doing okay,' Jack smiled, but wondered if it was even possible to stop his family from getting caught up in this whole mess. 'It's nice to know you care about your little brother after all.'

 

“I’ll get it to him too. Try to enjoy work and not worry about...you know, getting murdered.” Finishing their conversation, Alexandra made her way to the classroom.

Before she even opened the door, she could hear the loud and excited chatter of students talking to each other, only one or two of them remembering that the bell rung and keeping quiet. Peering through the window, it was the exact same problem students as usual shouting over each other for stupid reasons.

“Alexandra!” Before she could open the door, someone was calling out to her in the hallway. A taller man roughly around his thirties, and having a look that reeked of desperation. Robert Wilson. While not to the point of actual harassment, he always makes excuses to talk to other teachers, but both male and female alike, leading most people to think he just tries way too hard to be friendly.

“I heard about the hospital. Good to see you back already. You’re the best thing about this school.”

 

“Don’t make it weird...besides, your girlfriend would be sad if something happened to you, and even though we only met yesterday, no offence bro, but I already like her way more than you.” Her joking would come as a surprise to Jack, considering he wasn’t aware of his apparent girlfriend’s existence until his sister was pointing it out.

“Oh, were you just going to keep it a secret forever? Tch. If she isn’t embarrassed by you, don’t worry about me making you look bad...nice job, by the way. She’s completely wasted on you.”

 

'Uhm, are we on the same page? What girlfriend?' Jack looked confused, 'I seem to remember you said I would die a lonely virgin only last week.' She scratched his head, 'Did some girl show up here yesterday saying she was my girlfriend?'

 

“You-

Jack’s danger sense picked up on it before it happened, the incoming slap and unlike Laya she didn’t pull back at the last second.

“Asshole!”

“You finally get a girl who likes you and you just-

His sister was taking his confusion as a sign of an entirely different scenario, giving him a judgmental look that was not the same as when she was just messing around.

“Ugh. You’re such a piece of shit.” She wasn’t listening to anything he was saying, storming off to her room, the mood taking a sharp turn from before.

 

'Ow!' Jack held his cheek, 'Why are-hey!' He followed her to her room, knocking on the locked door, 'Heather, I really don't know what you are talking about. Who came here yesterday?'

 

“Why don’t you figure it for yourself? While you were out fucking whoever, she was getting you a present for when you got out of the hospital and you-engh!

Heather finished her rant with an annoyed grunt, not bothering to unlock the door. As far as she could understand things, Jack brought this on himself and she wasn’t giving him any chances to explain things any better.

 

'Fine, be like that,' Jack huffed and went to his own room. He looked around if there was some present in his room and tried to think of any girls who would even remotely be inclined to give him anything.

 

Between his groans and her muffling sounds they were two hungry animals passionately in intercourse. He moves her panties aside with a finger and slides his cock inside of her. Her teasing of his cock got to be too much. Once in both of his hands immediately move up her breasts. He squeezes them roughly in his hands loving the soft feel of her large breasts. Resistance is futile for either of them. From reading her mind he knew exactly when she needed it.

 

Alexandra isn't exactly pleased at being interrupted by him, but she goes along with it, speaking in a warm and friendly tone. "Thanks, Rob, that's really sweet. I'm just headed to class now. I'm a little late." She says the words kindly, hoping that he'll take the hint.

 

The debate was over pretty quickly as he returned to his room thinking of all the potential suspects he knew.

Adel didn't really seem like the type who gives gifts. Or if she did, it would probably be something in the category of "Pretty close to legal."

Felica didn't seem like the person who would either and they hadn't really talked for much. She never really did get over that whole ice thing as far as Jack could tell, so it didn't seem likely.

Laya and Alexandria definitely wouldn't have had the time in between everything. Even Laya was limited in how much she could do at once. If it was something from those two, at least it wouldn't be something that would get him in a lot of trouble just for touching...probably.

None of them really came off as a person who would, but Jack's time to think about it was ended when he entered his room and saw a medium-large box sitting on top of his bed. The wrapping paper was clad in white and gold, carefully lined up and sitting with a faint pink piece of paper bent and cornered to stand on it's own.

Each beat our hearts share together, is a moment of heaven, made on earth.

 

With knowing exactly where to touch to drive her body wild, she didn't stand a chance until she was reduced into incomprehensible thought patterns as her hips moved on their own. He had knew there would be a reaction for fondling her tits, but he didn't expect the sudden and extreme surge as Laya bit down on her lower lip to try and stifle the sounds, but failing to mask her pleasure, traces of her girlcum starting to flood down onto his cock already, but without any effort to slow down. Laya's arm accidentally swiped the table beside them and there was the sound of something crashing hard onto the floor, but she couldn't pay attention to any of that, continuing her lust crazed frantic humping, ignoring the increasing pressure of her juices start to build as her cunt got increasingly more tense around his cock.

 

"Uh, sure. I got my own pack of animals to deal with anyway." While a good portion of the faculty would seriously mean it, Alexandra could sense that his feelings matched his laughter in meaning it as a joke. "Hey. This might be pushing it...but I don't think you really want to get stuck eating that stuff from the cafeteria when you just got back. Lunch break. Let me take you somewhere half decent. Nothing fancy, obviously...but better than here, at least."

While he was busy making his offer, Alexandra could hear the uproar in the classroom only starting to pick itself up further.

 

Eager to get on with it, she smiles half-heartedly and nods her head. "Sure, sounds like fun. I'll see you at lunch." She heads into the building, going into her English class. In a clear, strong voice she calls out "Alright, everyone, settle down." She puts her books on the desk with a loud thud, before she sets up her laptop. "As you may have noticed, I wasn't here yesterday. I had to go to the hospital. Call off the party, I'm not dying."

She grins at the class. "I was going to give you a flash quiz today, but since I didn't get to prep you for it yesterday, I'm moving it forwards to monday, as I am a merciful and kind teacher. Be warned, though. Since you're getting more time to study, I'm going to be completely ruthless when I mark your tests, so make sure you put the work in. Chelsea, I don't care if there's a party on sunday, you need to study or you will fail." She singles out one of the class party girls, a stereotypical buxom blonde, though one with a surprising passion for classic literature that she hides behind her hedonistic persona. "The same goes for you three." She points to some muscular football players. "I'm happy you won your game, but that doesn't mean anything in here. You're constantly talking about all the video games you like to play, not just football, so clearly you manage to fit those into your busy training schedules. If you have enough time to play Sekiro and that bizarre Death Stranding thing, you clearly have enough time to read Jane Eyre to pass a test." She points at Damien's son Bruce, looking like a younger version of his father, as she tries not to picture his father's body pumping inside her. "The same goes for you, Bruce. I know that you have a busy social life now, but that isn't an excuse."

Trying to shake the lustful thoughts from her head, Alexandra points to a bespectacled dark skinned girl in the front row with d-cup breasts pressing against her t-shirt. "Chelsea, I know you're not interested in this class because it isn't a STEM subject, but you have to deal with it. You get great marks in Chemistry and Maths, but it won't matter if they're dragged down by bad scores in your other classes."

That dealt with, she begins her lesson, teaching the class the themes of Jane Eyre. As Alexandra teaches, she uses her power of empathy on the class, to see what they think of her.

 

The sudden sound of her books dropping startles them to attention, most of them getting back to their seats other than Bruce who is preoccupied trying to chat up the red head beside him. After a few moments of taking the hint from the sudden change in silence, he sees Alexandra and has a bit of a conflicted look about something, but says nothing, giving surprisingly little argument. Everyone now paying attention to her, they listen to her explanation of her absence yesterday. There's some murmurs and follow up questions about what she was at the hospital for, but it's mostly muted and with little backtalk. That is until she brings up Jane Eyre and a collective annoyed sigh is shared by just about everyone, though they don't say anything directly to her about it.

Working her empathy, it gives her a few general feelings. It can't really clearly explain their thoughts, but overall they are annoyed and anxious for school to end soon despite already starting. The blond gives the same annoyed look as everyone else, but Alexandra's senses can perceive it as insincere and really more of meant to just go along with everyone else's attitudes. Bruce gives off more intense feelings than most, that seem to imply he's more aware of his father's activities than they think. It's not really hostile and he doesn't hate her...but resentful towards her. While most of the class isn't looking forward to the lesson as a whole, very few of them seem to have any actual individual problems with her and there's few further disruptions to their class...at least until it's the turn of one of the weaker students turn to read. Thomas, while not really bad, has never been a perfect grade student or interested in studying.

The smarter kids while quieter are utterly furious at how agonizingly slow this makes things for something they could do themselves in way less time,and even the average students who aren't particularly interested in the lesson still feel this is taking way too long. At about the second section, the cheerleader slams her hands on the desk staring at Thomas.

"Jesus! Could you please read a little slower? I don't think this is wasting everyone's time enough! Why do we even need to know stuff we can just look up on our phones in like seven seconds?" Alexandra could feel that there was also a lot of dark thoughts hanging in the back of her mind today, not putting her in the best mood and easily irritated at anything going wrong today. While she was deliberately playing up her ignorance , the impatience was real and becoming common sentiment.

 

Alexandra gives the cheerleader a menacing look. "Quiet. I'm sorry to waste your valuable time, but some people are here to learn. What does it matter to you, anyway? The class ends when the bell rings. You can look up facts on your phone, dates and numbers, but you can't look up the skills we teach in this class." She holds up a book. "These teach you more than numbers and dates. They teach you to think critically, to ask questions, to realise what's happening when all isn't as it seems. So, I do apologise, but you do need to learn this. Once the year is over, you don't need to read another book for the rest of your life, if that's the choice you make, but while you're in my class, sit down, and be quiet until you're asked something, unless you have a legitimate question that isn't childish complaining." Her voice is stern and powerful.

With a much kinder and friendlier tone, she coaches Thomas through the rest of his passage, before thanking him and telling him to sit back down. She gives the class a five minute break, for their attention spans to recharge, before continuing to teach until the bell rings. Alexandra swallows her disquiet as she wonders how much Bruce knows, focusing her power on him.

 

Jack was still baffled at what had happened the day before, not being able to piece it together. He had to admit, it was a nice present if he knew any girl who'd give him something like that, no wonder Heather was pissed off. He carefully opened the box, wondering what was inside.

 

He tries to hold back from cumming deep inside of her. Losing track of all other senses he gives in and allows her to ride him for everything. Her reaction to his touch surprised him, and excited him even more. There is no sense to slow down until both came. Hearing a loud crash nearby didn’t stop him he ignored all outside noises and focused all his efforts in fucking Laya. He could feel himself releasing into her any moment. The pressure is becoming too much to handle for either of them.

 

It's hard to pin down on exact thoughts just by reading emotions. From what she gathers, there is some doubt clouding his thoughts. He may not be completely sure, but is either heavily suspecting it or just choosing not to say anything. As the bell sounds off dismissing the first batch of students, he stops for a minute like he wants to approach her, but instead chooses to make his way over to the cheerleader whose busy pretending she didn't get her classswork done already. While those two head off to do something, Chelsea rises from her seat, obviously having some questions as usual but passively stands waiting for Alexandra to finish the things she's doing first.