Chapter 3

• Chapter 2: Caught
• Akira's
• P.O.V
• "...and
• then, he pushed into me so hard that I could feel him hitting my g-spot right
• away. And you guys wanna know how he made me climax?"
• "How?
• How?" a chorus of whiney voices followed. I had a hunch it had more to do
• with techniques than how the narrator had the most mind blowing orgasm of her
• life.
• "He
• bit down on my nipple soooo hard that I still have his teeth marks on them.
• OMG! It was like, the best night of my life!"
• Another
• chorus of "Ooooh's" followed by shrill ear splitting laughter and
• then everything went quite.
• “Ow!”
• I rubbed my ears. Auditioning for witchcraft, someone?
• I
• opened the door quietly and tippy-toed out of the stall. Note to self,
• washrooms are the best place to gather motivation...and techniques.
• And
• you must be wondering, why I was hiding in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on
• the queen bees talk about their sex lives? Then let me introduce myself, my
• name is Akira Sanders, pen name Miss.OG (short for orgasm) and
• I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana.
• And
• all erotic writers need experience, which I sadly lack since I'm still a
• virgin, that too at 18 years of age. And yes, you that heard right. And no, not
• all erotica’s are sluts, we just have a better idea of what maximum of the
• populace likes to read...under covers. And yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that
• includes you too.
• Anyway,
• getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer
• (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and
• more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it
• does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight.
• But
• like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that,
• I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say
• that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an
• understatement.
• I
• quickly scribble my ideas on a notepad whose cover had a Miss.OG designed on
• the inside with my special signature on the bottom. It's my secret diary where
• I write all my dirty stuff for the novels. Generally stuff that I gather from
• behind closed…stall doors.
• I'm
• a pretty successful writer but recently I've been running out of luck. I never
• thought I would be this famous. It had all started from a tiny story that I'd
• written for a men's magazine, a nerd satisfying her hidden fantasies of a hot
• blonde haired man giving me the night of my life inside a classroom and the
• next thing I know, I'm being called to their office, being offered a par time
• job...which pays better than my three months pocket money combined. And as a
• result of too much indulgent writing, I’m now running out of ideas with a
• double edged sword called ‘deadline’ hanging over my head. I just needed one
• scene though. Just one more epic scene to complete my story
• and I seemed to have emptied my entire brain right when I when I was about to
• peak!
• Scribbling
• done, I scowled as I read it over and over but it just didn't seem to fit in
• with the rest of my story. I mean, biting someone's tits to cause an orgasm, I
• probably invented that rule...or not? Oh well!
• Tucking
• the diary securely under my arm I poked my head out the washroom door to scan
• the hallway. Break time was almost over and I still haven't eaten anything, but
• it was a small price to pay for the big bucks I got at the end of the month. I
• didn't get anything for the first few months of writing but since I've turned
• eighteen two months ago, I got a pretty good salary.
• The
• hall was empty so I opened the washroom door fully and stepped out. I might be
• a famous writer but it was all in secret. In reality I was the awkward nerd
• with the perfect grades and clean manners who the teachers loved and others
• ignored. It's a good thing that I didn't get bullied like the typical nerds in
• the cliché romance novels, everyone just thought I was invisible, which was
• completely fine by me. It gave me a good cover and helped me stalk them
• secretly...not that I'm a crazy, obsessive stalker....just that I want to know
• if someone tried something that I haven't thought of yet.
• I
• was still deep in thought as I walked to my locker to get books for my next
• class, I didn’t notice what was in front of me and ended up bumping into a wall
• which had me dropping the diary from my hand and falling backwards. I gasped
• and closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.
• Only,
• it wasn't a wall that I had walked into, since walls never have hands to grab
• around your waist and neither do they have delicious manly cologne to blow your
• senses off proportion.
• I
• peaked open an eye and gasped again.
• Oh
• no! Oh God NO! Not Ethan Fucking Whitmore!
• It
• was an extremely rare occasion that a teacher was awfully famous with his
• students, or should I say, for sleeping with his students. But Ethan Whitmore
• was that rarity. He was a fresh out of college, trainee teacher who was as good
• at teaching as he was in bed and...most of the queen bees have slept with him
• and not to forget that I might have used him as my ideal male lead in some of
• my stories....scratch that, most of my stories. If you saw his Greek God-ish
• looks, you'd understand why I do what I do. And he was a complete jerk to
• people who didn't fall to their knees in front of him, i.e., me.
• "Take
• a picture, lasts longer." he smirked at me, steadying me back to my feet and
• then pushing me away. Why wasn't he in jail again?
• Because
• he probably slept his way out of there.
• Thank
• you, dear conscience.
• "You
• wish!" I said, dusting my shirt where he had touched me like it was the
• worst thing that could happen but inside my head I was doing a victory dance at
• the fact that Ethan Whitmore had just touched me.
• You're
• so hopeless!
• Shut
• the fuck up conscience!
• "Oh,
• I know you do". His smirk widened.
• Ethan
• Whitmore, despite being a jerk and an amazing teacher, was Godly handsome...had
• I mentioned that? He had short blonde hair and leaf green eyes that anyone can
• get lost into, even me, I admit. But he was a womanizer and a heart breaker and
• he never did girlfriends. He only slept with the senior girls above
• eighteen...probably the female teachers too; well I think he slept with
• anything with a pussy.
• "Oh?
• What do we have here? A secret diary?" he said snapping me out of my
• thoughts as he bend down to retrieve my secret journal.
• Oh
• Shit! Double shit! Triple Fucking Shit!!
• I
• made an attempt to grab the diary but him being so Goddamned tall at 6'4"
• to my short 5'5", easily held in up to his face and turned the cover.
• "What
• the...?" his eyes were wide as he looked at the logo of Miss.OG and my
• handwritten signature and then at me. Then repeated the process again.
• And
• that people, is how I knew that shit just hit the fan.