DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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Ashley felt like she was in a dream.
A bad one.
She turned around to face the source of the voice, coming face to grinning face with the one student she didn't want to see.
"Love the costume, teach," Jake murmured, his palm softly cupping the back of her neck. "It really accentuates your curves." His eyes slowly traveled down and back up her body, making her feel deeply self-conscious.
Ashley had always felt uncomfortable around Jake. A star football player, his tall and sinewy frame - along with an exceptionally good-looking face and striking, powder blue eyes - had won him a notoriously high "body count" at school. Despite these conquests, Ashley often suspected that Jake wanted more; in class, his gaze was somehow a bit too attentive, and was frequently paired with a faint, knowing smile. On many an occasion, Ashley had inadvertently made eye contact with him as she addressed the class - and she always looked away first.
Still, this was bold, even for him. "Hi Jake," said Ashley, surprised at how small her voice sounded. She felt like she had to think of something to say. "What are you dressed as?" What a stupid question, she thought angrily to herself; he clearly wasn't wearing a costume.
Jake smiled warmly. "I'm dressed as a handsome guy." He gently brushed a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, lightly touching the earlobe for a moment and making her tense up. "What do you think, is it a good costume?"
Ashley instinctively nodded, and then blushed as she realized the implication: that she thought he was handsome. "Thanks," he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her again. "Mmm, you smell nice." He moved his face to her hair, inhaling deeply and lingering for a moment before withdrawing and staring at her expectantly - and as they had both grown accustomed to, she shrank from the challenge.
She knew she had to say something; she was a teacher, for God's sake! However, she convinced herself that surrounded by students as she was, rebuffing Jake would cause a scene and ruin the party. Steeling herself, she resolved to wait this out and then make it clear to him afterward that this was completely unacceptable behavior. Perhaps school would be the best venue for that discussion, Ashley thought to herself; here, constricted by soggy leather and Jake's big arm, she felt like she couldn't think straight.
Various partygoers approached Jake and his beautiful companion over the course of the evening, with Ashley vacantly smiling and looking down at the floor while he spoke to them. Distraught, overwhelmed, and now covered in a light sheen of sweat, Ashley felt like she was simultaneously floating and buried beneath a slab of rock - unyielding, insistent, muscular rock. Even though she wasn't looking at them, she could feel each student - both the boys and the girls - luxuriating in her glistening cleavage, tummy and pubic area. Jake's arm remained possessively wrapped around her the whole time, his fingertips alternating between resting on her upper breasts and playing with her necklaces or bra straps. Deeply embarrassing at first, these incursions were now barely registering in Ashley's mind; her thoughts swirled indistinctly, congealing into a stuffy haze.
She blinked dully. Jake was saying something to her. "What?" She felt like she was hearing someone else speak with her voice.
Jake smiled. "I said, you look like you could use a drink. Let's go fill you up with something strong." He scanned her glassy eyes and pursed his lips approvingly. "The booze is upstairs. Come on." Moving his hand to the exposed part of her butt, he steered her toward the house's stairway.
"Upstairs?" she mumbled as she tottered along. Some distant part of her brain rejected the notion that alcohol would be upstairs at a party.
"Sure, they put it upstairs so people will use both floors." Oh, I guess that makes sense, she thought to herself as Jake firmly gripped an ass cheek and guided her up the stairs. Ashley's hips swayed to and fro as she climbed, with each step in the high heels pushing her bottom upward and outward. From somewhere in the house, Madonna's "4 Minutes" blared, and Ashley felt like her huge rump was undulating to the beat.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, Ashley couldn't make sense of what she saw. Not only were there no people, but the lights weren't even on. "I want somebody to speed it up for me, then take it down slow," droned the song in the background.
"Um, where are the -" Ashley stopped mid-sentence, her mouth hanging open as Jake's gigantic cock pressed into her ass through his pants. She held her breath as sweat trickled down her face.
The song continued its assault: "Are you ready to go?" Jake's hog pushed against her and she staggered forward. "Time is waiting." She yelped as the swollen member bounced her forward again - and toward a dark room. "No hesitating, grab a boy, grab a girl." A third bump sent her reeling through the doorway. "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock." The door closed behind her, enclosing her in blackness. "That's right, keep it up, keep it up." Jake rammed against her and she sailed through the air, landing on her knees and elbows on something soft - a bed.
Ashley felt like she couldn't move. She stared at the dark, at nothing, at her own terror. He couldn't have known, because she hadn't told anyone about it, ever. She had never revealed to another living soul what she suffered from.
