Twisted Intentions

by Danielle James

  “Camilla…no,” he tried to move me but I was already sucking on his lips. He was stiff against my mouth at first until I begin grinding my wetness against his hard dick. He sighed into me and then shook his head. “We can’t…I want to, but we can’t.” He fought to catch his breath, and I fought to take it away again. I licked his ear and moved down to his neck. Hearing him moan out fueled me to keep going.

  “We can, you know I won’t tell,” I purr in his ear. I was so fucking wet that I knew I was drenching his pants. He knew it too. His hands found my hips and his grip was strong. His dick fought against his pants and I wanted to free it so badly. I leaned back to undo his zipper and button. He didn’t stop me either. I already didn’t have on panties so it was nothing to slide my tightness around his cock. It was already dripping with precum when I tugged it out.

  “Little girl…what the fuck do you have me doing?” He mumbled into my ear.

  When I smothered his dick with all my creamy and wet goodness he half growled half moaned. There was no more talking.

  I bounced my round ass up and down while Xavier freed my breasts from confinement and put my nipple between his teeth. I squealed, and he pulled me in closer. Somehow he managed to lean the seat all the way back so he could get a full view of me slamming my hot cunt on his dick.

  “Shit, Camilla…I’m about to cum,” he groans, eyes shut. He dug his fingers into my waist to hold me still while heat exploded inside of me.

  “Oh my God, Xavier!” I whined with my palms flat on the ceiling. I felt my pussy clamping down and draining his big cock of every drop of cum he had inside of him.

  Breathing heavy and glistening with sweat he looked at me, but he didn’t look ashamed like Mr. Lomax always did. He looked hungry like he could fuck me again. Shit, I would let him.

  When his dick started to soften inside me I tried to move but he wouldn’t let me budge. Instead he grabbed my long hair, wrapped it around his fist and forced me to look at him. My cunt squeezed against his cock, which seemed to wake it, right back up.

  “You know you’re a nasty little girl don’t you?” I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded in response. “You want this to keep happening, then you need to keep your nasty mouth shut.” I nodded again with a smirk.

  Xavier’s dick thickened and grew hard inside of me again as he looked at his watch. “Ride my dick again,” he commanded before slapping my ass. I gladly fucked his brains out again until we both came, but not as violently as before. Once we were done he kissed my lips and let me slide off of him.

  I know I’m a horrible best friend but Laurel was never going to fuck Xavier. Shit, with a man like that she’d be fucking lost. He was much more savage than I took him for.

  Chapter Four

  I barely looked Laurel in the face as we walked to Mr. Sanders’ Biblical Philosophy class. She was her usual chatty self, but I felt awkward. Like I was exposed for her to see, although she knew nothing in reality.

  I swallowed and glance at her slender hands as they clutched her pink and white bible. Her nails were perfect and in a cute and understated French manicure. Then I glanced at my nude stiletto manicure. I was only allowed to wear it because I happened to be fucking the principal.

  At Trinity Prep, nails are to be kept modest. What about me was modest though? Laurel’s nails were a perfect representation of who she was and mine were a perfect representation of who I was.

  “Camilla, did you hear me? Mr. Sanders is gonna be our philosophy teacher for good,” she chirped as we took our seats. I feigned a smile and nodded my head then teased her a little so things seemed normal. They weren’t though.

  My sexual impulses usually didn’t cause me to betray friends, just fuck men. Lately though, I’ve been hungrier. My anger is less controllable and the episodes come in waves that scare me sometimes.

  I could talk to my mother about it but the bitch wouldn’t reveal anything about her past, not even medical history. Xavier and I locked eyes in the middle of my thoughts but then looked straight through me as he waxed on about the book of Job.

  He’s such a fucking fraud, but I loved it. I loved the way he was working Trinity over for money. I couldn’t help smirking inwardly.

  Laurel texted me to gush about Xavier and I stifled a groan.

  Laurel: He looks so sexy today. Jesus help me, I’m going to hell Cami.

  Me: He’s okay. What’s for lunch?

  Laurel: Cafeteria.

  Me: Ugh…fine, whatever.

  Laurel: Hey, Camilla do you think Mr. Sanders will let us sit in here for lunch?

  Me: Probably not…let’s go to the courtyard.

  Laurel: I’m gonna ask him when class gets out.

  I gritted my teeth in frustration and closed out my messenger. Why the fuck did she have to be infatuated with him of all people? My temples throbbed.

  “Miss Camilla Scott to the office. Camilla Scott to the office.” My classmates snickered at my name being called over the loud speaker. I rolled my eyes at it. Xavier wrote me a pass and continued teaching as if his dick wasn’t buried in me hours ago.

  Brian’s door was open when I walked into the office. The secretary pointed to his office as she chattered on the phone. I nodded and walked in slowly.

  “Miss Scott, close the door behind you please,” he said calmly. Once the door clicked behind me his expression shifted. He didn’t look like Mr. Lomax; instead he was Brian, Brian that looked like he wanted to fuck the shit out of me. I sat down and waited for him to speak.

  What the fuck did he even want? Hadn’t he told me he needed to think? Whatever the fuck that meant. “Camilla…I…” He came around his desk and I noticed that his blinds were already closed. His hand reached out and touched my face. I jerked away from him in response and noted his hurt expression. Good. He deserved to be hurt.

  He was leading me on then pushing me away and it was infuriating. I was tired of it and now I wanted him to see how it felt to be brushed off. I knew how to be cold.

  “You what, Brian?” The bite to my tone made him back up.

  “I needed to see you. I know I was a no show this morning…I needed to think about some things. I mean for fucks sake, I just banged a student. A very under aged student whose daddy almost single-handedly funds this school.” He made sure to damn near whisper as he spoke. I still wasn’t feeling his apology though.

  Where was he when I needed him?

  “You should’ve waited until school was out,” I muttered. “I don’t wanna see you right now.”

  “Don’t say that…” He slid closer to me and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Look, what will make this better between us? Money? Attention?”

  My ears pricked at the mention of money. My family was loaded but having my own money appealed to me in more ways than one. Brian pulled out his checkbook and signed a check over to me. A blank fucking check.

  “What are you doing, Brian?” I huffed, taking the check in my hands.

  “I’m making up for pushing you away. I want you to belong to me.” His lips found my neck but I kept making sure this was really a blank fucking check in my hands. I stared at it over and over.

  “I belong to myself. Meaning I can fuck whoever, whenever and you have no control over it,” I snapped. “What you can control is if I fuck you or not.” I found myself wondering what Xavier’s reaction would be to such a statement. Even Brian looked shocked by it. He nodded in response though. I tucked the check away in my bra and stood up. He was going to pay for how he rejected me.

  “You can stay a while, I’ll write you a pass,” He said.

  Of course he’d fucking write me a pass. Since I gave him some pussy I knew he’d been obsessing over it. I was right. I walked out of his office and smiled politely at the secretary who was still on the phone. Then I remembered Laurel wanted to eat lunch in Mr. Sanders’ room.

  Jesus.

  I rushed down the hall and pushed my way into Mr. Sanders’ room. There was Laurel slender and tall with toasted brown
skin, smiling in her crush’s face. The same crush that I practically mauled. I cleared my throat and she looks back at me happily.

  “Hey, Camilla! He said sure we can eat lunch with him!” She squeaked.

  She was so full of joy that I felt an actual gut punch. I placed my hand on my stomach and smiled.

  “Awesome. Thanks, Mr. Sanders.” He nodded in my direction and flashed me the dimples. Those goddamn dimples! My nipples got hard instantly.

  “Hey, I’m gonna go get us both lunch from the cafeteria, you stay here,” She whispered to me. My face crumpled into a frown and I shook my head.

  “Why? You should stay here so you can look at your teacher boo. I can grab lunch,” I insisted. Laurel shot me a serious look.

  “I’m too nervous! What if he can tell I like him? I’ll get in so much trouble. I need to shake my nerves off.”

  Fuck!

  I watched her skitter out of the room and I spun around to look at Xavier. His head was down looking through papers but I knew he could still see me.

  “So we’re alone again huh Camilla,” he smirked.

  I put some distance between us, even though his head was still in his papers but he still felt too close to me. “Come here,” he instructed.

  I obeyed.

  “Bend over.” His voice was low and gruff in my ear and had my stomach clenching at his command.

  I can’t do this shit. What if Laurel…

  “I said bend,” his voice made my head swivel around to look at him. “Looking at you all period knowing I was inside of your tight little pussy this morning had me fighting my own hard dick. Now I’m going to fuck the shit out of you before your friend gets back.”

  I bent over.

  My pussy ached and begged to be penetrated. Xavier wasted no time. He slammed into me, holding my hips. I stifled a moan, but I couldn’t keep quiet for long.

  He weaved his fingers through my hair and then he yanked it back as he drilled his dick inside of me. His fingers on his free hand reached around and found my clit. My pussy was so wet and thick, it was like every ounce of blood in my body rushed to my cunt and made the nerve endings so sensitive.

  “It’s gonna be quick,” he groaned. I didn’t need forever, I was already nearing the finish line with the knowledge that any minute my oblivious BFF was gonna walk in with lunch for us.

  I felt him swell inside of me and I whimpered, his cum flooded me and I shivered and vibrated on his thick dick. He pulled out quick and put his still throbbing member back in his slacks. I smoothed my skirt and made a mad dash for the bathroom. It would be perfect because Laurel wouldn’t suspect a thing if she saw me come in after she did.

  Like I anticipated, she was waiting with lunch when I got back. They both smiled at me. God this was wrong…so wrong. Mr. Sanders was an Atheist though so God had no place in his moral equations. I pondered the thought momentarily; how freeing it would be to not be tethered to the threat of eternal fucking damnation.

  So freeing.

  Laurel, Mr. Sanders and I ate lunch like two students and a busy teacher who barely noticed us. She stole glances at him and shot me texts about how sexy he looked. I pretended to giggle with her but if only she knew.

  Chapter Five

  Xavier

  Midnight couldn’t get here quick enough. I kept checking my watch but it was still 11:32. I’d set up a meeting with Camilla at my place because…well, shit I can’t get enough of her little pussy. There was something different about her though. She’s 17 yet she seems like a full-grown woman if you ask me. Maybe that was my reasoning for fucking my student.

  Whatever it is, she had me hooked. Her appetite for my dick had me getting hard at the thought. Most women don’t match my appetite but Camilla seemed different. Almost possessed with the need to fuck.

  My kinda girl.

  Her best friend has a crush on me and it’s cute but she aint no Camilla. Laurel actually seemed like a 17-year-old Baptist academy student. She was quiet and she giggled a lot. She also stared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. She was a pretty girl though, so I knew there were guys interested but with me she was barking up the wrong tree.

  Before I dipped my dick in Miss Scott I had no attraction to teenagers nine or ten years younger than me. Now her ass had me looking crazy. Standing by my window, peeking outside for a kid. It was almost enough for me to text her and tell her to forget this whole thing ever happened.

  But when I saw her standing in my living room wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of gray leggings that hugged her thick thighs and phat ass, I forgot what morals were. The girl was built like a prized stallion. Another advantage she had over her peers. No other little girl at Trinity was working with all that. Her sandy brown hair fell down her back in thick waves and I could see her nipples protrude through her top. My dick twitched at the sight of it.

  “Hey,” she smiled and her emerald eyes sparkled in the dim light. I felt like a fucking pervert but…she was the shit. I took her small hand in mine and yanked her over to me. I needed to feel her. “Mmm, you smell good, Xavier.” She moaned into my chest and my dick wanted to stand at attention.

  I put my nose to the top of her head and smelled her. She smelled like soap and peaches. I bet she tasted like it too. I let my hands slide down her back until I was grabbing two handfuls of her big ass.

  It felt like my dick might actually break through my pants if I didn’t let it out. Instead, I make Camilla do it after some small talk. “Take my dick out,” I instructed. She happily obliged and it was throbbing by the time she freed it. It nearly smacked her in the face.

  Camilla wasted no time sucking my dick. She looked so good on her knees, her pretty sandy hair swaying to the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I pushed the head of my dick in the back of her throat and that shit felt amazing. I could feel the heat from her mouth on my balls and the slip of her saliva and I almost lost it. It didn’t help that she made the nastiest slurp before pulling my dick from her mouth.

  I needed to fuck her. Now.

  Urgently I picked her small frame up and backed her against the wall. My dick pressed up against her fat little pussy lips and she got even wetter. I teased her a little bit before pushing all the way inside and she was moaning like a crazy woman.

  It all turned me on.

  Camilla’s pussy was so hot and tight that I lost myself inside of it, pushing and thrusting into her hard.

  “Xavier! Oh my God!” She could scream as loud as she wanted in my house. We were nowhere near Trinity Prep. I sucked on her neck as I drilled deeper into her pussy. I was about to bust my entire load inside of her so I put pressure on her clit because I wanted her cum hard too.

  The way her pussy clamped down on my dick was like magic. She put me in a vice grip when she had an orgasm. Her pretty little face twisted up in ecstasy. When her piercing eyes fluttered back open, I was looking down into them still hungry for her.

  Those green pools of seduction sure as hell had me caught up.

  I let her shower in my bathroom while I pulled leftover carryout food from the fridge. I needed her to eat because I planned to fuck her until she was weak. It had been too long since I had addictive pussy like that.

  Since no woman seemed to be able to match my needs, I took an unofficial vow of celibacy until I could find the right freak for my needs. Who knew she’d come in the form of my student.

  Chapter Six

  Camilla

  My mother was tanning by the pool, deepening her already almond-brown skin. Her large brimmed pink hat drooped in her eyes, shielding them from the hot, Florida sun. I’d planned to take a dip in the pool but seeing her out there made me reconsider.

  “She’s not that bad,” Christina reasoned. She bit into an apple and bumped me with her hips. “Plus she treats you like you can do no wrong.”

  “Oh please. She can’t stand me Chris,” I grumbled. “Probably because I’m so much like her.” Chris looked at me like I’d lost my mind but
I knew our mother. I knew she had to be like me in some aspect. Her self-righteous attitude was too strong to be real. It was a façade and I knew it.

  “You think mom was boy crazy and screwing her principal?” The towel I was holding dropped to the floor as I gaped in horror at the words floating in the air. Chris crinkled her button nose and giggled. “You thought I, of all people, didn’t know? Come on Cami…”

  “How?” I whispered.

  “I put two and two together. In school you’re always in his office, you practically run Trinity Prep and it’s not because of Daddy either. I see you always texting even when Laurel is over here, you leave super early to get to school on time, and you never let me ride with you.”

  My little sister busted me completely out. My mouth hung open making my tongue go dry.

  Chris followed up with “Don’t worry. I’m not telling. Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t believe me anyway. You’re the golden child.”

  Normally I would have taken offense to that last line and tossed a snide remark her way. Instead, I felt a sense of…love for my sister blossom in my chest. She knew all this time and she never snitched on me.

  I’ve been messing around with Brian since junior year, and I’m sure Chris figured it out back then. She seemed shocked when I threw my arms around her in a hug.

  “What are you hugging me for? I thought you’d try to take my head off if I ever let it slip that I knew about you two.” She frowned, knitting her arched brows together.

  “Yeah, I would have thought so too but honestly…it’s a fucking relief.” I sat at the kitchen island and Chris sat across from me.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, girl. Laurel doesn’t even know. She’d sentence me to hell or worry herself sick about my eternal soul.” My eyes rolled up into my head at the thought of such bullshit. Chris finished her apple and shrugged,