Tough Love (Marblemoon x Aalyiarah) --NSFW-- (duh!)

[Marblemoon]

It was a bright cold day in February, and the clocks were striking seven-fourty. Taylor Bell, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Cedar Bay Highschool, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of brisk snow from entering along with him. He was of a shorter height compared to the other boys of his sophomore class, and so the cold bit through to his bones with ease. Shivering, he made his way through the crowd of students to his locker where he stuffed away his coat and backpack before pulling out a few textbooks and walking towards homeroom, which, for him, was more of a study hall filled with students from multiple grades.

As he walked on down the less crowded hall, his eyes were locked onto only the floor ahead of him as to avoid looking at the other students. As Cedar Bay's newest addition, he didn't yet have any friends; nor did he have the confidence to talk to anybody. He had all the friends he needed online. If he ever noticed someone's gaze, he'd simply look away and pretend to adjust his glasses or fix his wavy blonde hair. To elaborate, though he has been here a few days now, it was just now dawning on people that Taylor was a boy. He never talked! -Even when he did, he was softly-spoken. It's wasn't uncommon for him to catch whistles in the halls as he passed some of the less-informed boys. He found himself not minding though. In a way, he took pride in his girly features. His legs were long, his hips wide with a round butt to match, and his face was soft under his long, tamed hair. The confusion, to him, was rather exciting actually.

As he thought on this, with a small grin curling up his lips, he nearly passed his home room. Turning on his heels to walk inside, the usual buzz of the other students talking over eachother filled his ears. Most have taken their seats already, but the room was far from calm. He slowly made his way through the crowd to the back corner of the room and sat down in the furthest desk with a huff. In an attempt to escape from the noise around him, he opened one of his textbooks and attempted to read to no avail. Still, it was all he could do...

 

[Aalyiarah]

Seated in the back of the classroom where most of the misfits were forced to recluse too sat Riley Whitmore, an upperclassman clothed in her usual wardrobe; a pair of out-dated Tripp pants for comfort, a black and white checkered hoodie to conceal her lustful mounds and a pair of black sneakers. Under untamed strands of brown hair hid a pair of Air pods that were currently blaring alternative rock. The intended goal was to drown out the mindless nonsense filling the room. Normally her concentration would be on drawing out an idea for a new tattoo however today the sheet set before her blank.

Lost in the mocking white paper a pair of wide hips and rounded backside captured her attention creating a bit of a disturbance in her lower regions. Slyly watching the student sit with a huff, "that must be the new kid. The rumors are true he resembles a girl almost flawlessly", thinking to herself. The last several days Riley's attendance was lacking, after all, she had a persona to keep up. Every so often she'd stay home to work on art or to play a video game. Never having the impulse to talk to someone Riley found herself suddenly overcome with the desire to introduce herself but she hesitated to speak. At that moment the teacher entered the classroom ruining her chance. Riley always found social interactions a bit uneasy and awkward because she was fearful of becoming close to anyone and a secret she kept tucked away coming out. The teacher spoke and within moments all the noise dispersed then roll call began.

Tapping the end of her black gel pen on the rustic wooden desktop, Riley set bored out of her mind, concentrating on the second hand of the clock. Slowly it made way back to the twelve, and the class had been in session for ten minutes. Scalded by the teacher already for having in earphones and threated to be sent to the principal's office if she put them back in Riley didn't know what to do to kill the rest of the class. Riley's homework had been completed the night prior along with outlining of the chapters for her other classes. Groaning in annoyance as she had no inspiration to draw. "I am so bored," complaining to herself then an idea hit her. Eyes darted over to the new kid momentarily Riley knew exactly how to add some excitement to the snoozefest. Pulling a notebook from her messenger bag she'd scribble down a few words on the lined paper with a crude stick doodle of a male and a female. It was a simple question: what are you? Folding the paper into a small triangle shape Riley held it between her thumb and index finger before flicking the note.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor winced as his reading of the English Civil War was interrupted by a ballistic trigon which pecked his eyebrow and fell onto the page before him. With timid eyes he looked up to see the culprit still looking at him from just a desk away. He recognized her from the morning's bus ride when she sat in the back and seemed to drown out the world with music he could hear from his seat in the front. He wasn't sure of her intent with the note, but her appearance was edgy and starkly opposed his own conservative style of slim jeans and a T-shirt. Likely, it wasn't to make friends.

Drawing a heavy sigh, Taylor reached down and unfolded the note. The content he found within didn't surprise him, nor did it upset him, but he wondered if this girl was serious in her question or just hazing him. In response, he pulled out his pen and clicked it into action before neatly circling the crude male stick figure. Then, he folded it back up in the same fashion to the best of his ability and flicked it back. The aim of his shot was a bit rubbish but it would unboubtedly make it's return journey to her.

 

[Aalyiarah]

The note landed on her desk bouncing a few times before finally falling flat. Knowing her luck if she had attempted to catch it the teacher's attention would have been drawn to the note passing. Picking up the refolded piece of paper Riley wasted no time in reading it. Having watched him like a hawk eyeing its potential prey, Riley had guessed that the other circled female; it was a surprise to her when the results showed different then what she had suspected. Covering her mouth to conceal a giggle before peering back over at him with her emerald green orbs, Riley scribbled down a response before sending the note back in the same manner. I don't believe it was the words on the document.

Becoming bored almost instantly as the letter arrived back on the boy's desk Riley stood up from and walked towards the front of the classroom making it appoint to walk pass the new kid. The instructor would glance up from the newspaper she was reading asking what she was doing. "I have to pee," Riley stated nonchalantly not bothering to stop as she was hounded about the policy of raising one's hand than asking to go to the bathroom. "Whatever," walking out of the classroom she'd head to the bathroom hating that the school didn't have a private restroom.

Pushing the girl's room door open Riley entered noticing that she was alone, "must be my lucky day." Speaking out loud to herself. Opening a stall she'd make sure the lock worked before unzipping her Tripp pants and pulled out her endowed member and revealing herself from the massive amounts of Mountain Dew she had drunk before school.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor didn't mind passing notes, but he'd rather not keep getting pelted in the forehead like so. As Riley got up to pass, he watched her with wary blue eyes before returning his attention to the note. After unfolding it, he let himself grin. Am I so unconvincing..? He thought to himself. I wonder how I'd look if I actually put effort into being girly... The thought danced around his head until he noticed the front of his pants tighten due to a small growing erection. With that, he shook the thought away.

Unsure how to reply, he decided to be direct with an inquiry. He wrote "Why do you care?" and flicked it back to her desk to await her return. As the moments passed, he wished in a way that he had just thrown the note away. Perhaps it was best to end the conversation. Still, his curiosity had the better of him, making him feel a bit eager. And so, he waited; reading once more about the Roundheads and Cavaliers...

 

[Aalyiarah]

Tucking herself back into her boyshorts panties the bathroom door opened. Her quiet place invaded by the yammering of the school drama queens. Instantly annoyed by the gossip that spewed from their mouths Riley thought about just sitting on the toilet and waiting for them to depart. The reality was those girls weren't in there to pee and she knew it. Flushing the toilet with a groan she'd exit the safety of the stall. "Excuse me, I need to wash my hands," speaking firmly to the three blondes who were chirping away while applying lipstick. The one in front of her turned around as if to say something but cowered saying, "oh, sorry Riley I'll move."

"Mhm," coldly acknowledging the other as she stepped up and cleaned her hands. Grabbing a few paper towels she'd dry her hands as she left the bathroom. Riley overheard one of the girls comment crudely but it wasn't worth her efforts to retaliate.

Walking back into the class she'd take her seat and pick up the note reading it. Balling the paper up without a response Riley aimed for nearest trash bin and throw it away. Choosing to ignore him for the remainder of the class, Riley found some inspiration and used that to start drawing. Before long the bell rang signaling the end of the class.

 

[Marblemoon]

Watching Riley yeet the paper into the trash, he shrugged. Supposedly, that was the end of it. For the remainder of class, he continued reading. Though he could hear her drawing, he refused to turn his head and satiate his curiosity over it. She was interesting, he would admit, but crude and unapproachable. It was best to leave her be. Besides, the conflict between 17th century Parliamentarians and Royalists was infinately more interesting to him than awkward socializing. The act of pretending to be involved with others as they do the same in return didn't strike him as a time well spent.
However, as the bell rang and all the students started to rise and collect their things, he snuck a glimpse over to her in an attempt to see the girl's sketch.

 

[Aalyiarah]

The sketch was crude and still had a lot of altering before it could be considered close to being finished. Riley closed her sketch pad, shoved her belongings back into her messenger bag and looked over at her victim a moment. She couldn't deny that he was cute especially in a submissive sort of manner. Thinking a moment about how innocent he'd seem pressed against a wall in a school girl outfit, Riley instantly regretted the thought. Shaking her head as a surge of energy raced for her pants she tried to think of something less alluring. Irked that this boy was causing her mind to play around in the gutter she'd walk past him looking down at him and wink, "later babe." Referring to him with a feminine pronoun as she walked out of the classroom, Riley was never a true bully to anyone but she never backed down. However, something about him made her want to pick on him and even haze him a little.

Heading to her locker, which wasn't far down the hall from the class she had just exited, Riley grabbed the combo lock and input her code. As she changed out the content to prepare for her next classes, Riley kept an eye out for her quarry curious to see where he was going to go.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor was taken aback by the girl's strange words. 'That's rather... forthright.' He thought, but didn't respond. Instead, he remained still and watched her until she passed through the threshold of the hallway. 'Was she expressing an interest in me by saying that..? Surely not.' Even so, the thought dumbfounded him. Her style was outlandish, but not without design, and though he had only caught her face in brief instances throughout class, he found himself recalling it warmly. After a dismissive shake of his head to dispel the thought of her, he moved into the hall.

Already having his books for the next few classes, he walked on down the hall, passing Riley with only a glance her way. The majority of his classes were sophmore-only until after lunch, which was itself shared between only the 9th and 10th grades, when eighth period he had Gym just before the 15-minute bus ride home. Building up a sweat before walking into the cold of winter was so bittersweet... That said, the two did pass each other often in the halls throughout the day.

--This unusual gym class was a strange mix of grade. It was set aside for the students that needed gym credit but their schedules were complex enough to fill their day otherwise. As the gym teacher was out with a broken femur due to complications with a particularly heated game of minigolf, the class was overseen by a laid-back substitute that hardly paid attention to what was going on after he gave the day's instructions; he just sat in his chair and read the newspaper while waiting for the bell.

Today, as the students emerged from the locker rooms clad in their plain white t-shirts and black shorts to line up alphabetically in front of the bleachers, a strange feeling twisted Taylor's gut. -He noticed Riley emerging from the girl's locker room.

 

[Aalyiarah]

The distaste that Riley had for gym class was so foul that she could never come up with an appropriate simile or metaphor to accurately describe it. It wasn't the class that she loathed but the fact she was forced to dress into the gym clothes in a locker room filled with biologically correct females. She always forced herself to have to go to the bathroom so she could change in the stall without anyone questioning; a habit that some were accustom to at this point. Hair pulled back into a ponytail Riley walked down taking her spot in the line but not before she noticed a certain blondie that she had been stalking. "Sup babe," she whispered to him before roll call started. The uniform accented her larger mounds threatening to reveal more then a modest amount of skin if she were to raise her arms too high but her shorts were a couple sizes too big and only help up by the tied drawstring it had taken weeks of rebellious actions as a freshman for the couch to allow her to wear the boy style shorts.

The substitute was more then half-assing the daily workouts and after a wussy routine that ended before the four-lap run, he dismissed the class to do as they pleased. A few of the boys started playing half-court basketball, some of the girls played hoops on another, while some set on the bleachers talking. However Riley scanned the are for her target, "where did you go my pet," asking herself softly out loud. Looking around the area Riley was stopped by one of the guys, "move it, Patrick," she'd snap he had made it appoint to pester her about playing basketball when he saw her at the local community center playing hoops with her father a few months back. A small conversation mixed with friendly and hostile words later Riley went back to her search and Partick moped back to the court defeated once more.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor, who wasn't paying much attention to Riley because she still made him feel odd, was sitting on the far end of the bleachers until just moments before Riley resumed her search. There was still about fifteen whole minutes before class would end but just sitting there was pointless to him. So instead, he hopped up and headed for the boy's locker room for an early change. He doubted that anyone, including the teacher, would notice, as most people were engulfed in their own activities.

The Inside of the boy's locker room was a mess of clothes and other various possessions scattered around the lockers and benches. There was a shower on the far side which was connected to the bathroom stalls. Nearest that, at the room's furthest locker, Taylor stripped down to his boxer briefs and stopped, considering the idea of showering. He typically didn't shower here; he's afraid how his body would react to being around other naked people... Rather, he had been waiting until he got home. However, this early, he would be alone. He pondered, teetering on the edge of just walking in and turning on the water. -But what if someone else came in early?

The boy shrugged and dropped his underwear to the floor before walking into the showers. Whatever, I'm sure I'd be fine. There were twelve shower heads on each of the four tiled walls of the room and a rack of fresh towels just outside the shower's entrance. nearing one of the shower heads, he pressed the button and luke-warm water sprayed onto him. It was a refreshing feeling~

 

[Aalyiarah]

Having spotted her prey attempting to sneak off to the locker room, Riley couldn't help her desire to track him to the barrow known as the boy's locker room. "I cannot believe that I am actually enjoying this, I wonder how far I can take this predator and prey game," Riley asked herself as she casually headed off towards the locker room. Just as no one seemed to notice the boy sneaking off no one seemed to notice her and if they did they didn't care. Wondering if he had headed off to try and shower early Riley's mind drifted to the gutter as she wondered why he didn't want to wait for the bell and shower with the other boys. Her conclusions ranged from the realistic fact that he was self-conscious to the outlandish idea that he wasn't biologically a boy and had a vagina instead of a dick. The mere thought made her laugh as she pushed open the door to the boy's locker room.

Not making a peep other then the subtle sound of the door opening and closing, Riley did her best to step lightly as she heard the sound of running water. "Damn, I wish I had my phone," thinking to herself as she headed towards the sound. Stopping at the last row of lockers, Riley peeked around seeing her prey's discarded underwear. This was going to be too fun for her she didn't care if her gym clothes got wet worst-case scenario her breast would be accented by the soaked gym shirt. Cautiously she'd come out from hiding and start entering the showers seeing a pale back and perky backside the water running down his skin caused Riley's body to awake slowly, a throbbing pain hit her groin but she approached staying about three feet from him before speaking, "enjoying your shower?" Mentally prepping himself for him to scream Riley told herself, "if he screams don't bolt just rush him and cup his mouth. It's not rape, I am a girl after all."

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor jumped and spun around on his heels, nearly falling, as he heard a female voice from behind. At first, his arms were stretched out to the sides to keep him balanced as his foot slipped, but then they fell in to conceal his privates as soon as he was stable. This small window of exposure would allow Riley a brief look at Taylor's rather meager manhood. Flaccid, his pillar was maybe an inch and a half long, with his stones fairly paltry to match. -He was a 'biologically correct' male, but the frame of his hourglass-shaped body would disagree.

"W-What..?? What are you doing here?" He started, a hard blush flooding his cheeks. He stood still, hands still over his crotch. Needless to say, Riley was the last person he expected to walk in on him. His wide eyes scanned over her body as he looked like he wanted to say more, but the words evaded him. The longer he stared back at her, the harder his heart beat in his chest. Be it out of nervousness or from studying Riley's face more closely now, he felt an erection froming behind his hands.

The water stopped, now needing another press of the button to continue. So now he was left standing, naked and wet in front of a strange girl.

 

[Aalyiarah]

"Haha, why so jumpy babe, I thought you'd be happy to see me." She didn't know where this sudden confident streak was coming from but deep inside she loved this side of herself. Normally conversations were awkward for her but talking to him in this manner seemed to come naturally to her. It was a form of powerplay for her. "I just wanted to talk and happened to see you heading to the locker room, what is your name by the way?" Even though they shared this class Riley hadn't been paying enough attention to either catch his name or care enough to listen to the sub.

Confidently Riley looked him over with her arms crossed under her chest pressing her mound up making them appear even more bountiful than they were. She wasn't worried about being caught, the odds of any of the guys ratting her out were slim and no one wanted to nark on a girl in the boy's locker room it was an instant sign that they were gay and opened the door to hazing. "Awe, the water stopped flowing," moving closer to him she'd leave a little space between her and him before reaching over and pressing the button not worrying about getting wet. "There you go," but you should be careful I might not be so gentle next time. Laughing Riley turned around and headed out of the locker room making sure to grab all the towels from the rack as she left.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor, mouth agape, watched her leave without a word. 'What just happened?' He asked himself in his head. 'Why do I feel a sort of... melancholy watching her leave? I should be peeved!!' As he heard her walk out of the locker room he stepped out of the shower's stream and towards the lockers. When he noticed that the towels were gone, his heart sank. Quickly, he ran over to his gym shirt and attempted to dry himself with it. However, it only did so much.

In a panic, he looked around, noticing the hot-air hand dryers next to the sinks. He sprung over to one and pressed it's button before crouching under it's breeze. After a minute or so of this it did alright drying his hair and torso, but his crotch and legs were still soaked. So, putting his hands on the floor, he walked his feet up the wall so that his legs would dry. In this position, his genitals were also getting a direct stream of hot air; the heat making his confused member aroused as it erected to it's full three inches.

That's when he heard the footsteps of the others walking in the room to change. Taylor panicked and fell from the wall before covering himself from rhe wall of eyes now crawling all over him. "Eh! -We're out of towels! So..." His voice trailed off as the room erupted into laughter...

 

[Aalyiarah]

Riley had managed to slip into the girl's locker room just in time for her to slink off into the stalls using the bathroom as an excuse to not have to shower. Soon the locker room was filled with females and as locker doors opened so did the sound of notifications from text messages. A few outbursts and some girly laughs could be heard making her curious about the commotion. Stepping out, now back in her usual punk attire, along with the smell of Axe body spray and Hugo Boss to cover up any body odor from the class. "What is so funny," Riley asked one of the more meek mannered girls who nearly jumped shocked that she was being addressed.

"T-this.." Showing the text message from one of the boys in the locker room, it was a brief text statement saying the new kid used the hand dryers to dry his crotch #wishihadapic. Reading the text Riley chuckled, "what a loser." She'd say grabbing her bag from the gym locker and showing herself out. The bell would soon ring and she wanted to be by the exterior exit of the boy's locker room which was closest to the bus. Her mind was on the various position that he may have been in when the other boys walked into the locker room, she envied those who got to see the sight and wished she was a fly on the wall. It had always crossed her mind if she would be made to go to the boy's bathroom and locker room if the school knew she had a male appendage.

Leaning against the brown brick wall Riley waited for the bell to ring.

 

[Marblemoon]

The bell rang and out poured all of the guys from the locker room but Taylor. The nerdy boy walked out slowly, clad once more in his normal clothes, and looked defeated. His hair was a mess, and so too was the grim expression on his face upon noticing Riley waiting there. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at her. "What the Hell what that for??" He asked with a growl before gritting his teeth and walking on to grab his coat from his locker. Never before in his life had he suffered such humiliation. The ride home was bound to be long. At that thought, he reminded himself that even then he wasn't free of Riley's torment.

 

[Aalyiarah]

"What do you mean," Riley questioned with a raised brow as she pushed herself from the brick wall eyes studying the male before her. She'd adjust her shoulder bag then start to walk off not expecting them to be on the same bus since she never paid much attention to her surroundings until now. "Well babe, I guess this is where we depart, I have to get on Bus 23," she sighed not really wanting to end this feeling or the torment. Stopping mid-step to look over her shoulder at him, "you should wear some eyeliner, it would bring out your eyes and hell might even make some dicks tingle." Laughing she'd continue to walk off not expecting to have another interaction with the boy, but she was already planning her actions for the next day and a few thoughts weren't safe for the school grounds and her hidden secret.

 

[Marblemoon]

Taylor did his best to ignore Riley before collecting his coat from his locker and putting it on. Of course she didn't know they both rode the same bus. -She seemed completely oblivious to everything this morning. 'Perhaps I should just try walking home instead...' He thought in vein hope of feeling optimistic. The walk was far too long of course; especially in the winter.

Making his way to the glass doors, he watched Riley get on before starting his journey out. Walking up the bus's steps, he looked down the isle to see her in the same spot at the back. Taylor had been sitting in the front with the screaming little kids to avoid conversing with his peers. -Yes, he is that socially disconnected. However... a risky thought rose up from the back of his mind. He had to confront her before this got any worse.

Riley had both of the back seats to herself it seems; as nobody was ever sat in either of them but herself. The other seniors that sat just before her were also similarly engaged with their earbuds. Taylor boldly walked back and sat in the seat opposite Riley. Plopping down, he cleared his throat. "You took those towels! I know you did! Why- where did you even put them??" He said, trying his best to sound assertive.

 

[Aalyiarah]

Shocked to see her unofficially appointed pet was on the same bus as she was Riley shot him a smug smirk pulling out her phone and turning down the volume on her music. It was cute to see him try to be assertive towards her and it took every ounce of control in her body not to laugh at the underclassman. Instead of having to deal with the hassle of putting her phone back into her back pocket, Riley would reach down the neck of her hoody and tuck the chilled device in her bra, "yeah, I took those towel." Stating casually allowing herself to look over what she could see of his figure in the winter outfit. "I'm not the one that decided to dry my crotch with the hand dryer though," sitting up repositioning herself to look at him and cross her arms up under her chest. "I put them in the girl's locker room, we aren't like boys and one towel per girl isn't fair after all we have to use one for our hair and the other for our body," her eyes meeting with his, Riley subconsciously, started to challenge him for dominance hoping he'd look away first.

The bus would start to move and even though there was a sign that said 'NO TALKING' no one on the bus paid any attention to it. One of the senior girls in front of Riley would turn around taking out an earbud, "by the way, thanks for the towels Riley, I swear the boy's get the fluffier ones." Returning to her own realm of pop music the girl glanced over towards the new kid, "by the way, I wish my boyfriend would have taken a video but the text was funny enough, hope you're warm down there." The girl spoke louder then she had intended since the music was playing. Laughing Riley shrugged, "who knows maybe I will get a video of you next time, babe."

 

[Marblemoon]

The boy faltered under Riley's comments and those of the other girl. His clenched jaw softened and the white knuckles of his fists faded when his attention returned to Riley herself and her unending stare though. As enraged as he was, he didn't notice that his body was surrendering for him; his head tilted downward and his eyes fell away from his bully's glare. "I-..." The building anxiety of the situation was getting in the way of his ability to speak. But eventually, he clawed through it to exclaim his feelings: "I'm not your 'babe' and there's not going to be a 'next time' you- ...you bitch!"

Taylor was not a boy who often cursed, much less at someone, so passing such a foul word through his lips left a sour taste. "Just leave me alone." He mumbled, defeated, before scooting further into his seat away from Riley's overbearing presence. Pressing himself against the window, he pulled up the hood of his coat and stared out of it to watch the opera of passing buildings.

 

[Aalyiarah]

Appalled by the choice of words that came from such a pretty pair of lips Riley fully removed her earbuds, pocketed them and moved into the seat next to him. "Listen here," her words were coarse as she spoke, "call me a bitch again and you'll really be my bitch boy, got it." That's all she said to him before returning back to her seat, plopping in her earbuds and cranking up the music. This sort of reaction had caught her off guard, she wanted to slap him for believing he had the gall to stand up to her but Riley could tell he was defeated for the day and didn't want to push it too much.

The bus ride was long, she'd glance over at him every so often but never acknowledged him. The alternative rock music inspired her bad girl persona but also allowed her to think and compose an action plan. While her stop was supposed to the one of the first few, Riley decided she'd stay on the bus to see where her prey would get off and hoped that she'd be able to uncover where he lived.

 

[Marblemoon]

As he felt Riley sit next to him, Taylor's heart jumped up into his throat. He froze, just letting her speak uncontested, and melted in relief as she left him. The position he was in now was how he remained until it was time to leave.

Not quite 10 minutes into the ride, as the bus stopped at the driveway of 85 Water Drive, a clean medium-sized suburban home with a white picket fence and a red-brick walkway, Taylor stood to leave. Finally the poor guy had made it to his sanctuary. As he left his seat, he shot a brisk glare to Riley before moving down the isle for the exit.

Once the sound of the bus moving emitted from behind him, he let out a single sob just before a sniffle. Feeling the weight of the day on his shoulders now that he was safe, he found himself shedding a tear, which trailed down his cheek as he passed through the door and into his home. From there, the boy would go straight to bed for an early night.

 

[Aalyiarah]

Riley would get off at the next stop then start walking back towards her house which was a few roads up from Taylor's and on the opposite side of the street.

The next day, Riley woke up with a tent in her sheets and a small mess to clean up, her sleep had been erotic and the pool of cum would make it hard to deny if anyone walked in. Her thick cock ached and she knew if she wanted to get a quick start to her day she'd have to tend to it. "Damn that boy for plaguing my mind with his pretty little self," laying back in her bad she'd take herself in hand pumping rhythmically to the thoughts of Taylor on his knees before earning his milk. Within minutes Riley gripped the sheets of her bed leaning her head back and groaned out as she released more warm seeds adding to the sticky pile. This was only the start of her morning routine, now having to wash her sheets before stepping into the shower.

Skipping breakfast to make sure she caught the bus, Riley would actually seem eager to get to school which made her mother question if she was going to school or pretending. "Mom, I am going to miss the bus, can we talk later," pushing past her parental figure Riley grabbed her shoulder bag and headed out the front door. Earbuds instantly going into her ears and the loud rock music filling the area around her, Riley would wait for the bus to come to her stop. "I really hope he's on the bus, should I mess with him this early or wait," she'd ask herself out loud since no one was around.

 

[Marblemoon]

Just before Taylor's morning started, he was steeped in a wild dream that later perplexed him:

He was back in the locker room showers, same as before with Riley stepping into his naked body's personal space. Only this time, when she stepped closer to turn the water back on, she instead grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around before pressing him into the wall and slapping his ass hard. Her other hand moved to the boy's mouth, slipping a finger inside. Leaning in to whisper into the boy's ears she giggled. "You like this? Your pathetic little cock is leaking~" Then she pulled her finger out, being wet with saliva, and swiftly brought it down to the other end before sliding it into his ass.
As Taylor whimpered, his bully laughed. "You're my bitch now, got it? Got it?!" The boy nodded sheepishly. "Good." Retreating her finger, she spanked him once more before walking away. "I'd say he's ready, boys." Looking back over his shoulder, Taylor noticed that a few of his more athletic male classmates where approaching him, erections throbbing at the ready...

That's when his alarm went off and he woke up in a cold sweat. This time, the lewd thoughts were too much to ignore. He reached under the covers and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, which was already slippery from his own pre-cum. Toes curling, he thought of the dream's next logical sequence with the boys taking their turns pounding his ass with their fat cocks as Riley took pictures from the side.

Within only a few strokes, his back arched and a few small streams of hot cum landed on his belly with a blissful moan. The next minute was spent with him just laying there in confusion. 'What is wrong with me?'

After his morning routine of showering, dressing, and eating, Taylor headed out to wait for the bus. A mixture of feelings tore at his heart as he watched it approaching. They only intensified as he walked onboard, seeing Riley in the back in her usual spot. He could have sat in the front. He could have. Yet, instead, he found himself moving to the back, sitting where he did during yesterday's return trip.

He didn't pay Riley and attention as he did this, only plopping down and sliding to the window again. Despite his collected demeanor, his body was tense.