Chapter 5: Another school day
Maggie awakened with a smile on her face, feeling Abby's nose nuzzling against her neck. She stretched and sighed happily, then rolled over to face her best friend. "Morning, best slut." Abby giggled and kissed Maggie's nose. "Morning, best slut." Maggie grinned and snuggled closer, her hand sliding down Abby's back to squeeze her ass. "I had the most amazing dream about you." Abby's eyes lit up and she grinned. "Oh? Tell me about it." Maggie kissed Abby's neck and whispered, "I dreamt you were a sexy little cheerleader, and I was the star quarterback. You were dressed in your tight little outfit, and I was about to fuck you on the fifty-yard line." Abby giggled and kissed Maggie's lips.
"Fuck, that sounds hot," she whispered. "But I think you're confusing your dreams with your fantasies."
Maggie grinned and pulled Abby closer, her hand sliding between Abby's thighs. "Maybe," she murmured, her fingers brushing against Abby's wet pussy. "Sadly, though, I've got a shift at the library and then two classes today. Even if you are a delicious fuck, Abs." "I know, baby. I know."
***
Judy's cock felt so good in her mouth. Maggie's hands held Judy's tight ass, pulling her towards Maggie's mouth so she could take more of Judy's cock in her throat. Maggie decided to go slow today, her tongue circling Judy's cock. Maggie's eyes were locked on Judy's, and Judy tugged on her nipples in delight, those eyes hooded with lust.
Judy murmured, "God, baby doll, you suck cock better than anyone ever. Your mouth feels like home." Maggie mmm'ed around the cock and inched it further down her throat. Judy groaned at the heat in Maggie's mouth, and when Maggie playfully pinched her ass, her hips bucked, pushing the cock further until Judy's balls rested on Maggie's chin. Maggie made a filthy slurping sound and Judy responded with slow shallow thrusts of her hips.
Maggie was in heaven, being used by her beautiful lover. Judy's cock was thick and hard, throbbing in her mouth as she sucked it like a good slut. The taste of Judy's pre-cum was salty and musky, and Maggie moaned around the cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Judy's fingers tightened in Maggie's hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down, taking the cock deeper and deeper with each thrust.
"Fuck, baby doll," Judy groaned, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie's mouth. Maggie hummed around the cock, her fingers digging into Judy's ass, pulling her closer.
Judy's hips rolled, fucking Maggie's mouth with slow, deep thrusts. The thick cock stretched Maggie's lips, the veins pulsing against her tongue as she swallowed around it. Judy's fingers tightened in Maggie's hair, guiding her up and down, using her mouth like the perfect little slut she was. "I bet you love my cock in your throat, you perfect slut."
Maggie moaned in agreement, her tongue swirling around the thick head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
She loved the way Judy’s cock pulsed in her mouth, the way it stretched her lips wide, the way it made her eyes water as she took it deeper. The sound of wet, sloppy sucking filled the room, mingling with Judy’s breathless groans.
“Fuck, baby doll,” Judy gasped, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. “You take my cock so fucking good. I want you like this forever.” Maggie hummed in response, the vibration making Judy’s hips jerk. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her tongue, the way her cock twitched in her mouth, begging for release.
Maggie's hand moved just a little, her finger now circling Judy's asshole, causing Judy to flinch harder in Maggie's mouth. When Maggie got her first knuckle past Judy's tight ring of muscle, Judy groaned and came, her seed erupting down Maggie's throat. Maggie swallowed happily, not missing a drop. When she was done, she stood, then sat on Judy's lap on the leather couch and softly began sucking Judy's nipples.
Judy sighed and wrapped her arms around Maggie, pulling her close. "You're so fucking perfect, baby doll," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of Maggie's ass. "I love the way you make me feel." Maggie grinned and kissed Judy's neck, her fingers tracing the curve of Judy's cock, which was already stirring again. "I love the way you make *me* feel, Mommy," she purred, her fingers tightening around the thick shaft. "I love the way you fuck me. I love the way you make me come." Judy groaned, her hips lifting to meet Maggie's touch.
The room was silent as Maggie concentrated on touching Judy, making her feel good. Judy writhed beneath Maggie, slowly realizing that, really, Maggie was the dominant one of them. Judy gauged her feelings about it and decided it didn't really matter. Eventually, Maggie lifted her head from Judy's breast and looked up at her. "Mommy, can I ask you a personal question?" Maggie whispered, her fingers still tracing the length of Judy's cock. Judy nodded, her breath hitching as Maggie's thumb swirled over the sensitive head. "Of course, baby doll. You can ask me anything." Maggie bit her lip, her eyes locked on Judy's as she asked, "Have you ever had a real cock in your ass?"
Judy blinked at the unexpected question and laughed a little. "When I was about your age and in college, I experimented. I'd go on dates or to parties, and sometimes end up with a guy who wanted to fuck me." Judy sighed. "I was willing to learn. I wanted to be filled up. But my lovers were impatient and hurt me more than made me feel good. Eventually, I gave up on it." Maggie nodded at the join of Judy's neck and shoulders then went on.
"Are you curious? Maybe interested?" Maggie asked softly. Judy kissed Maggie softly. "If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said no. But then you fucked me with that vibrator...and it felt so good. Maybe I am curious now." Maggie blushed and caressed Judy's face before going on, at the same volume. "And have you sucked cocks?"
Judy tilted her head back and laughed. "Well, baby doll, when I made guys pull out of my ass, I would suck them off rather than leaving them hanging. Eventually, that's all I did with men and I had quite a reputation in school." Judy stroked Maggie's face and Maggie leaned into her touch. "I love the feel of a good solid cock in my mouth. Maybe almost as much as you do."
Judy smirked. "But then I learned that fucking women has its own rewards, and I have not been with a man in some time." Judy studied Maggie's face for a moment and asked, "Where's this coming from?" Maggie sighed and blushed. "I was just thinking about how hot you would be with a cock in your mouth and balls pressed on your chin." Judy sighed and then sniggered. "I wouldn't know. I was never near a mirror when I was like that." Maggie chuckled and pressed closer to Judy, leaning up to kiss her slowly.
The two of them sat like that for some time, talking and caressing. There was no more sex; they were both still sore from their weekend. But eventually, Maggie climbed out of Judy's lap and got dressed. Judy watched Maggie's lithe body move and then shared a long soft kiss with her. Judy stopped Maggie from leaving just yet with a tug on her hand. "I wish I had known someone like you when I was that age. You would have made such a difference in my life." Maggie squeezed Judy's fingers. "But then you wouldn't know me now, would you?" Judy thought about that as Maggie kissed her again and made her way out of the study room.
The history class was a little dull, as the teacher basically read his notes from the chapter they were assigned for homework. Maggie thought it was a little odd, but set it aside. As she walked across the quad to her English class, Leo caught up to her and grasped her hand. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Morning, gorgeous." Maggie leaned into the kiss and smiled up at Leo. "Morning, handsome!" Maggie grinned, squeezing Leo's hand as they walked side by side. The crisp autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant coffee from the student center. "How was your morning?"
Leo shrugged, his free hand adjusting the strap of his backpack. "Same old. Lecture on quantum mechanics that might as well have been in Greek. You?"
Maggie laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. "Well, I had a *very* productive morning. Got my library shift done early, aced a pop quiz in history, and now I'm going to see a very attractive man in English class. What about you?"
Leo smirked, his dark eyes flicking to her. "Is that attractive man the professor, or me?" Maggie bit her lip and murmured, "Why not both?" Leo's grin widened, pulling her closer as they walked. "You're trouble, you know that?" Maggie grinned up at him, her fingers lacing with his. "Only the best kind." The quad was alive with students—some rushing to class, others lounging on benches, a few tossing a frisbee. The autumn air carried the scent of coffee and fallen leaves, crisp and invigorating. Maggie inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. Leo squeezed her hand. "You seem… different lately." Maggie glanced at him, her smile softening. "Different how?" Leo hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don’t know. Happier, maybe. More… confident. Like you’ve figured something out.”
Maggie’s smile turned wistful. “Maybe I have.” Leo studied her profile as they walked. “You’re not… seeing someone else, are you?” Maggie laughed, squeezing his hand. “No, Leo. Just… exploring some things.” Leo nodded, though his brow furrowed slightly. “As long as you’re happy.” Maggie leaned her head against his shoulder. “I am. Really. I met you.” Leo digested that as they went in the English building and found their usual seats. Before the professor came in the room, Leo leaned down and gave Maggie a soft kiss then whispered, "We found each other." Maggie looked into his eyes and nodded as the teacher came in the room and took his place at the podium.
The lecture was an introduction to non-Shakespearean drama, and Maggie was completely smitten. She was attentive and when the professor asked for questions, her hand shot up. Leo snickered beside her, and Maggie stomped on his toe. The professor saw Maggie and indicated she should ask her question. "Dr. Jenkins, do the non-Shakespearean plays have as much Petrarchism as his do?"
The teacher rocked back on his toes and smiled to Maggie. "What a great question. I haven't thought that hard about it, but my gut response is that they do not. Frankly, with a few exceptions, the dramas by other playwrights are a different breed and not nearly as good as Shakespeare. They don't develop a lot of themes beyond getting the action done in each scene." He paused and tilted his head. "However, I could be wrong. I think you just found the topic for your final paper, Maggie." Dr. Jenkins said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I look forward to your analysis on that."
Maggie grinned, her fingers tapping excitedly against her notebook. "Me too." Leo leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're gonna ace this, you know." Maggie turned to him, her smile softening. "Only if you help me with my research." Leo's grin widened. "Name your price." The rest of the lecture passed in a blur of notes and whispered jokes between them. When class ended, Leo walked her to the cafeteria, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.
The autumn air had a crisp bite to it, and Maggie shivered slightly as she pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Leo noticed and immediately wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
"You're freezing," he murmured, rubbing her arm with his free hand. "I should've grabbed my jacket."
Maggie leaned into him, savoring the warmth of his body against hers. "I'm fine," she said, though her teeth chattered slightly. "Just a little cold."
Leo chuckled, his breath warm against her hair. "Liar. You're shivering like a leaf."
Maggie laughed, the sound bright and clear in the quiet afternoon. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just wanted your arm around me." They went inside and went through the line and then found a table. But soon enough, some of Leo's teammates found him and sat at their table. The guys kept Maggie laughing, and she admired how Leo interacted with them, clearly enjoying their friendship and being respected by them.
She knew he was a star athlete, but she loved that he was something more as well. He was just as kind and attentive to her as he was to his teammates. As the group chatted, Maggie noticed Leo’s fingers brushing against hers under the table. It was such a small, subtle gesture, but it made her heart flutter. She glanced up at him, and he gave her a warm, knowing smile. She smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
One of the guys, a broad-shouldered fullback named Marcus, leaned forward and grinned at Maggie. "So, Maggie, how’d you two meet?"
Maggie looked into Marcus's eyes with all of her seriousness. "Leo protected me, an absolute stranger, from a bully." She looked at Leo. "So, he is literally my hero." Leo groaned and hid his head in his hands on the tabletop while his teammates made smoochy sounds.
Maggie laughed and leaned into Leo, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's true," she said. "He was my knight in shining armor." Leo peeked through his fingers at her and shook his head. "You're gonna make me blush," he muttered, though his grin betrayed his amusement. Marcus clapped Leo on the back. "Damn, man, you're a regular Prince Charming." The other guys laughed, and Leo rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Marcus. You're just jealous." Maggie giggled and squeezed Leo's hand under the table. "I think it's sweet," she said.
"And I love it when you blush." Leo groaned and shook his head, but his smile was warm. "You're trouble," he murmured, his fingers tightening around hers.
The guys laughed, but Marcus nodded. "Yeah, man, you're whipped." Leo just shrugged, his thumb tracing circles on the back of Maggie's hand. "Worth it," he said simply. Maggie's heart fluttered at the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room. She leaned into him, her shoulder pressing against his arm.
"So, what's next on the agenda?" she asked, glancing at the group. Another teammate, Richie, spoke up. "Practice in an hour. Tournament coming up." Leo groaned. "Damn, I forgot. Guess we better start heading that way, huh?" He stood up and gathered his tray and Maggie's. "I'll talk to you tonight, yeah?" Maggie nodded brightly. "Looking forward to it." As he walked away, she blew Leo a kiss and sat, relishing the moment.
Until an attractive redheaded girl sat next to her.
"Hi, I'm Claire. I don't think we've met before." Maggie smiled warmly. "I'm Maggie. Nice to meet you." Claire leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Leo. You two seem really happy together." Maggie felt her cheeks warm slightly. "We are. He's... well, he's something special." Claire nodded, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I can tell. There's just this energy between you two. It's nice to see." Maggie tilted her head, studying the girl across from her.
Claire had a way of speaking that made it feel like she was sharing a secret, like she was letting Maggie in on something important. There was something about her—something magnetic. Maybe it was the way her red hair caught the light, or the way her green eyes seemed to see right through you. Or maybe it was the way she leaned in just a little too close, her voice dropping to a whisper that made Maggie’s pulse quicken.
"You know," Claire said, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup, "I’ve seen Leo with a lot of girls. But none of them ever looked at him the way you do."
Maggie blinked. "What do you mean?"
Claire smirked.
"Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. The way you look at him—like he hung the moon. Like he’s the only person in the room." She leaned back, studying Maggie with an amused glint in her eyes. "It’s kind of adorable, actually."
Maggie felt her cheeks warm. "I… I don’t know what to say to that."
Claire laughed, a bright, musical sound. "You don’t have to say anything. I’m just observing. And I like what I see." She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving Maggie’s face. "So, tell me about yourself.
I feel like I’ve seen you around campus, but we’ve never actually talked." Claire’s voice was warm, inviting, and Maggie found herself relaxing despite the unexpected conversation.
"Well, I’m a sophomore," Maggie said, stirring her coffee absently. "I work in the library, and I’m taking a full course load this semester. Mostly English and history."
Claire’s eyes lit up. "Oh, a bookworm! I love that. I’m a junior, pre-law. But I swear, half my time is spent in the library, so we probably cross paths more than I realize."
Maggie smiled. "Maybe. I’m there a lot," Maggie admitted, her fingers tightening slightly around her coffee cup. "Sometimes I work the evening shift, so I see a lot of people coming and going."
Claire nodded, her red curls bouncing as she leaned in slightly. "That must be nice. I bet you know all the best study spots by now."
Maggie laughed. "I do. There’s this little nook in the back of the stacks where no one ever goes. It’s perfect for cramming before finals."
Claire’s eyes sparkled. "I’ll have to check it out. Maybe you can show me sometime."
Maggie hesitated, unsure how to respond.
There was something about Claire’s gaze—too knowing, too direct—that made her pulse quicken in a way that wasn’t entirely comfortable.
“You’re blushing,” Claire observed, her lips curling into a smirk. “Did I say something wrong?”
Maggie shook her head, forcing a laugh. “No, not at all. It’s just… I don’t usually get hit on in the middle of the cafeteria.”
Claire’s smirk deepened. “Who said anything about hitting on you?”
Maggie’s breath caught. The way Claire’s eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up, was deliberate. A challenge.
“You’re playing with me,” Maggie said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a storm.
Claire tilted her head, her red hair catching the light as she studied Maggie. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just curious about the girl who’s got Leo wrapped around her finger.”
Maggie’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup. “I don’t have him wrapped around anything. We’re just… dating.”
Claire’s smirk softened into something almost sympathetic. “You really don’t see it, do you?”
Maggie hesitated. “See what?”
Claire leaned back in her chair, her green eyes gleaming. “The way he looks at you. Like you’re the only person in the room. Like he’d move mountains for you.” Maggie’s breath hitched. The way Claire said it—so matter-of-fact, like it was obvious to everyone but her—made her chest tighten. She glanced down at her coffee, her fingers tracing the rim of the cup. “I don’t know about all that,” she murmured. Claire chuckled, low and knowing. “You really are new at this, aren’t you?” Maggie looked up sharply. “New at what?” “Being the girl who has him.” Claire’s voice was soft, almost teasing. “The one he can’t stop thinking about. The one he’d drop everything for.” Maggie’s cheeks burned.
Then she had a thought and studied Claire. "Well, wait. How do you know how he looks at 'the one'?" Claire smirked at Maggie. "Because a month ago, I was 'the one'. And I intend to get him back." Maggie leaned back at the suddenly sinister expression on Claire's face. Claire leaned further forward, as if she was taking up the space Maggie had abandoned.
"You see, Maggie, I know Leo better than you do. I know what he likes, what he wants, and what he needs. And right now, he needs me." Maggie felt her heart pound in her chest. She had never been in a situation like this before. She had always been the quiet, bookish girl, the one who stayed in the background. But now, she was being challenged by a girl who seemed to know everything about the boy she was falling for. "I don't think so," Maggie said, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "And beside, that's for him to decide, isn't it?"
Claire laughed and stood up. "Yeah, right. With you as competition, getting him back is going to be so easy." Claire smirked as she walked away, her hips swaying with deliberate confidence.
Maggie stared after her, her coffee suddenly tasting bitter. The cafeteria noise returned in a rush—clinking silverware, laughter, the hum of conversation—all of it too loud, too sharp. Her fingers tightened around her cup until her knuckles turned white.
A shadow fell across her table. "You okay?"
Maggie looked up to see Abby sliding into the seat Claire had just vacated. Her best friend's sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on Maggie's expression. "What happened?"
Maggie exhaled sharply. "Seems like I have a rival." Maggie said, her voice shaking. "Claire just told me she's going to get Leo back." Abby's eyes widened. "What the fuck?" Maggie nodded, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. "She said she knows him better than I do. That he needs her." Abby's expression darkened. "Bullshit. Leo adores you. Anyone with eyes can see that." Maggie sighed, her shoulders slumping. "But what if she's right? What if I'm just... new at this? I don't know how to compete with someone like her." Abby reached across the table and squeezed Maggie's hand. "You don't have to compete. You're not in a competition.
You're not even playing the same game." Abby's voice was firm, her grip on Maggie's hand tightening slightly. "Leo chose you. And from what I've seen, he's not the kind of guy who makes mistakes like that."
Maggie chewed her lip, her eyes flicking to where Claire had disappeared into the crowd. "But she's so... confident. Like she knows something I don't."
Abby snorted. "Confidence doesn't mean shit if it's not based on anything real. And from what I've heard, Claire's confidence is about as solid as a house of cards." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
"Look, Maggie, I get it. Claire’s got this whole ‘I know Leo better than you’ thing going on, and it’s intimidating. But let’s be real—if Leo wanted her, he’d still be with her. The fact that he’s with you says everything."
Maggie exhaled, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "I just… I don’t know how to handle this. I’ve never been in a situation like this before."
Abby smirked. "Well, welcome to the real world, babe. People are gonna try to mess with you. But you’re not the same girl who used to hide in the library stacks." Then Abby leaned towards Maggie and rested her forehead on Maggie's. "I love you, Maggie-moo. Do you want some real world advice?" Abby asked, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Yes, please." Abby grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then stop letting her get under your skin. Claire’s just a girl with a grudge and a bad haircut." Maggie snorted, some of the tension in her shoulders easing. "Her hair is actually really nice." Abby rolled her eyes. "Exactly. She’s got the whole ‘I’m a confident, put-together woman’ thing going on, but that’s just a facade. Trust me, I’ve dealt with girls like her before." Maggie tilted her head, studying her best friend.
Abby went on. "Based solely on what you've told me, I know two things. First, she's so jealous of you. There's lots of reasons for her to be, but the most important one is that you're hanging out with Leo and she's not." Maggie blinked as she took that in. Abby continued. "But second, your awakening has been about discovering the world doesn't work the way it has been presented to us on TV and in movies. So, with that in mind, talk to Leo. Be a team. Find out what's up. Because anything else is just a soap opera waiting to happen. And no one wants to live in a soap opera, do they?" Abby asked, her voice light but her eyes serious.
"So, what do you think? Should we go find Leo and ask him what’s up?" Maggie hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. I don’t want to seem… clingy or paranoid." "Paranoid? Please. You’re just being proactive. And if Leo’s the guy I think he is, he’ll appreciate that." Maggie bit her lip, considering. "You’re right. I should talk to him." Abby grinned, clapping her hands together. Maggie went on. "But he's at practice. I'll talk to him tonight. Okay?"
Abby nodded, her expression softening. "Of course. You know what's best for you. And if you need me to kick Claire's ass, just say the word." Maggie laughed, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I can handle it." "That's my girl. Now come on, let's get out of here before I start plotting revenge on your behalf." Maggie stood, gathering her things, and followed Abby out of the cafeteria. The crisp autumn air hit her face as they stepped outside, and she took a deep breath, letting the coolness clear her head.
Abby looped her arm through Maggie’s as they walked across the quad, the golden leaves crunching under their feet.
"You know," Abby said, nudging Maggie with her shoulder, "you’re handling this way better than I would’ve. If some girl tried to pull that crap with me, I’d have thrown my coffee in her face by now."
Maggie laughed, the sound light and bright despite the lingering tension in her chest. "I don’t think that would’ve helped the situation."
Abby grinned. "Oh, it would’ve helped *my* situation. But fine, your way is probably better." She glanced at Maggie, her expression softening.
"Seriously, though. You’re way too cool to let some random ex-girlfriend get under your skin. Leo’s into you, and that’s all that matters." Now come on, let’s go get some actual work done. I’ve got a paper due tomorrow and I can’t afford to be distracted by your love life drama."