You swallow dryly as she sizes you up with those cool gray eyes. You're pulling a total blank. Your life depends on your answer, damn it, think!
Ah, what the hell. Thinking has never been your strong suit. You turn and sprint for the door. It would seem Ramos had the same idea. You zip by him as he sneaks for the exit. He grunts and breaks into a sprint.
"Bastard was going to leave me..." you think. You don't turn back to see if he made it out, you just keep running, heart pounding. Millie sees you coming and frowns. You take her hand and pull her with you. "No time to explain," you huff. She pulls her hand free and runs beside you. You don't stop until you are out of the building. You slump over, exhausted. Millie stands next to you, arms crossed. As a natural-born predator, her physical abilities far out-class your own.
"Who'd you piss off this time?" she asks, playfully raising an accusatory eyebrow.
"No... one..." you say between gasps for breath. As an athlete, you are used to physical exertion, but the run combined with the fright has really wiped you out. When you regain your breath, you continue.
"Mrs. Miles wanted to eat me... so I ran. Ramos too, I don't know if he made it."
Millie draws you into her arms and kisses your cheek. "My poor little boy, almost got gobbled up by the mean lady..."
"Shut up..." you say, and she giggles. Truth be told, you like it when she holds you and soothes you like this. Suddenly her hand is on your cock, and you jump in surprise. Your member stiffens in her hand, and she smiles. "Can't have you gettin ate, can I? This little guy would be a lot less satisfying as shit..." she coos, rubbing you softly.
"You and I both know he's not little..." you boast, putting your hand underneath her blouse to tease her nipple. She bites her lip, and presses her crotch against yours.
"Naughty boy..." she moans breathily, humping you softly and slowly, her puss sliding up and down the length of your cock, both still clothed. "Know what I do with naughty little boys?"
"Give em a blowjob?" You ask hopefully, eyeing her soft, pillowy lips. She spanks your ass playfully. "You wish, dickmeat."
You chuckle, but you hate it when she calls you that. Dickmeat is a word particularly mean predators use for boys. It's dehumanizing and it hurts to hear her use it. She is, of course, only teasing, but still.
"Besides," she continues. "I don't think any boy I've ever blown has survived. I'm not ready to flush you just yet," she said with a wink. You smile in return, pretending it doesn't bother you to hear this stuff. She gives your dick an affectionate pat. "Well, I've got class now. Don't make a mess thinking about me, kay?" She bounces off without waiting for an answer, leaving you and your cock to watch her jiggling ass leave.
You groan and walk back to class, trying to forget how horny you are. You give the history class a wide berth. The rest of your day is not so eventful. You see Lacy touting a pudgy belly, heading for the little girl's room. "Poor Ray," you think, then you shiver. That could have been you. Still could.
But for now, you are alive, and you've got other things to think about. The first football game of the season is tonight. Normally Coach Amy would have the team practice before the game, but today she'd given you guys the afternoon off. What to do from 3 to 8, you wonder. You get a scolding from Miss Norman about your chemistry grade, and plenty of grim warnings about what she'll do if you don't improve. You're used to the threats though, and you're not too worried about it.
When school finally let's out, you wait outside for Millie. The two of you meet after school every day to say goodbye or discuss plans for the evening. You keep an eye out for Ramos, but you don't see him. You really hope he's not been sent to the sewers. He's a very good football player, it would be tough to win without him.
It is very bad for a boy's health to lose a game.
You're sure he's fine. He was right behind you. Your thought are pulled from the matter when Millie shows up. She smiles and waves happily. You smile back, genuinely. You love her smile.
"Hey babe," you greet her.
"Hi hun," she answers, and she plants her lips on yours in a wet kiss. "Survived another day I see."
"Pft, you know it," you chuckle, winking at her.
"Say, the big game is tonight. Shouldn't you be practicing?"
"Nah, Coach Amy ate Andrew and wanted the afternoon to, er... you know..."
"Andrew, huh? Knew that loser's days were numbered. You can't drop the ball that many times and expect to survive on Coach Amy's team."
You nod. "I was, uh... I was hoping you and me could, you know, spend some time together this afternoon." You eye her body, hoping for some one on one action before the game.
Millie smirks and leans in. One hand cups your privates, and the other pushes your head between her breasts. "Aw, my little boy wants me..." she coos, rubbing your dick through your jeans until it is rock hard. She kisses you sloppily, and your head feels dizzy with lust and pleasure.
Suddenly she pulls away. "Sorry babe, I promised the girls I'd go shopping with them. I'd invite you, but half my friends want me to dump you and the other half want to do it for me. Like I said, I'm not quite ready to see your as a pile of poop." She giggles.
You moan and reach for her, desperate for her love. She bats your hand away. "Quit it, boy. I said no." Her voice is harder than usual, and you obey at once, averting your eyes.
"That's a good boy. You just hold tight, ok? Win that game and I'll give that cock anything it wants, kay?" And then she's off, leaving you once again with a hard dick and no place to put it. You sigh in frustration, and a little hurt.
You suppose you should go study for chemistry, before Miss Norma gives you that private lesson she warmed you about. But studying is so not what you want to do though, especially with-
"Hey, honeyboy. Did that mean girl leave you all alone? Why dontcha have a little fun with me in the meantime, hm?"
You turn in surprise to see the most beautiful girl you've ever laid eyes on. With glistening white skin, and flowing black hair, you can't take your eyes off of her. Her face is round and rosy, with plump red lips and heavy lidded brown, almost red eyes. Her breasts looked firm and round and her waistline was curved and thick.
You stare wordlessly as she approaches, her hips swaying alluringly.
"Come on baby... I can give you so much more than she can." She stands above you now, hands resting on her cocked hips.
"What... do you want?" you ask weakly, not sure what else to say. Her eyes are locked on yours, full of desire.
"I just hate to see a hunk like you go to waste... I want you."
Wow, you've never had a girl offer herself up like this... and certainly not one this gorgeous. But then...
"I, uh... I have a girlfriend..." you start, but she cuts you off.
"Well that girlfriend of yours just got you nice and hard, then ran off to play with her girls. Doesn't sound like she likes you all that much."
"Millie loves me!" you exclaim. She continues, nonplussed.
"Is that why she tortures you? Not to mention the way she talks to and about you. If I were you, I'd want a little respect."
You sigh. It's true, Millie has been a little rough with you lately. You've found yourself wishing she would be more affectionate, or at least less mean.
The mystery girl sits next to you and rubs your arm. "Come on, hun. I just want to give you what you deserve. If you leave her for me, you'll be much happier, that's a promise." You don't trust her words, no more than you'd trust any female, but her eyes seem genuine. She looks concerned and caring.
You find yourself wanting her. You realize you desperately need some tenderness in your life. Your mother doesn't give two shits about you, and could make you two shits any time she wanted. Millie is truly nice to you occasionally at best. This woman offers something new, different, and better.
But she could easily be luring you into her tummy. And even if she isn't, it's nearly 100 percent fatal for a boy to cheat on a predator. This would mean taking huge risks.
Is it worth it?
