Duos

Corringston Institution.

Formally a private all-girls academy was now accepting male students for the first time since the school had been established. This was to be a trial year before they officially would adopt coed. Being a former girls school the ratio of girls to boys was staggering. Something like five girls to every one guy. Though numbers like that weren't a bad thing.

The academy never adopted the block schedule nor the period schedule. Instead, most of the students were being taught by the same instructor in the same classroom from beginning to end of day.

It wasn't something that could be helped it was a small school about the size of an average elementary school. The grades had their own wing. The freshmen were up near the front of the school. Sophomores were in the west quadrant. Juniors and seniors owned the south and east wings respectively.

Each wing consisted of a handful of classrooms holding 10 to 15 students. Each class was classified according to year and class tier. Oliver's class was 2-A. Making him a second year, sophomore, and a member of class A or the class with the highest grades of that year. These changes in structure were hard to get used to in the beginning.

The warning bell signaled the start of homeroom as the class scurried to their respective seats and waited for the teacher. The door flew open and then flung shut. The sound of hardwood against metal echoed through the room. She stomped over to the chalkboard without a word and began writing on the board in big bold letters.

STUDY HALL. ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING

The class followed instructions while Dakota secretly played solitaire on her computer. Oliver couldn't help but notice how she would occasionally peer over the monitor at them, more specifically him, and squint her eyes in displeasure.

Ricardo nudged him the moment Dakota looked away. "Is it me or does she seem to be in a bad mood?"

Oliver shrugged nonchalantly. "Isn't this her normal mood?"

"It somehow feels different, don't you think?"

"How should I know..."

"Mr. Moore! It appears you think you are above my rules!" Dakota's voice boomed like it was on a loudspeaker.

"No ma'am I..."

"As punishment, you shall have lunch detention here!"

"Hold on a second..."

"I'll have no objections! It's already decided!"

Oliver couldn't even get a moment to protest. Even for her, this was harsh. It didn't fit the crime. She was definitely more hostile than usual. I guess she was more upset with yesterday than he had thought she'd be.

Hours passed before the lunch bell finally sounded. Dakota allowed the class to enjoy their lunch hour, save for Oliver who was ordered to return in five minutes with or without food.

Oliver didn't even bother getting up with the rest of class including Dakota. Five minutes would not be enough time to even get to the cafeteria. Let alone waiting in the lines to get food. He sighed and slumped in his desk closing his eyes. He heard the door close. Then the clicking of her heels moved from the door. Oliver opened his eyes as Dakota sat in the desk beside him.

She had returned with two large lunch boxes. It was all too obvious it had come from the deli of the WalMart near her house. She must have gone to warm them up. She casually handed one of the meals to him.

" Thank you for the food." He smiled gratefully. She just grunted in response not looking his direction. Yesterday he had passed out right as things had started to boil over. They ate in silence before Oliver spoke. "Listen, about yesterday..."

"What about it?" She scoffed.

Oliver rubbed his head nervously. "I'm sorry."

She finally looked at him with an unapologetic look. "You are sorry?"

" Yeah. I blacked out after starting something indecent." He took a bite of the baked chicken that had been provided for him. "Still you shouldn't take it out on the class if I am to blame."

"So I should take it out on you alone? How noble."

He shrugged. "Well I was thinking, hopefully, I could somehow apologize and undo my wrong."

She giggled a little. He was so cute, shouldering all the blame when the blame was with her for getting him drunk in the first place. More so she wasn't upset from what began in her living room, but from the fact, it never reached the end goal.

"If you wish to make amends, will you listen to my request?"

"Sure. If you promise to take it easy on the class." He agreed without thought. "Wait..."

"Great!" Her expression grew brighter. She quickly finished the huge greasy looking burger.

"Maybe you should slow down and maybe not eat such heavily saturated foods."

"I truly enjoy fatty foods such as this. In terms of taste, it speaks volume to my soul and the mystical state of your body brought on by it is like an orgasm.

"Oh, I guess I assumed you were conscious about what you eat."

"I am. Which is why I deny myself these simple pleasures. However, as my master, you should know I'd rather fried chicken than a healthy salad. Its almost as if I'm being challenged to completely submerge them in ranch."

"Got it salads are bad." Oliver smiled awkwardly thinking to himself if she drowns a salad in dressing it isn't really all that healthy anymore but decided to keep it to himself.

"At any rate, would you kindly wait here for just a moment?"

Dakota energetically rushed out of the room closing the door behind her. Oliver returned to his meal. He had eaten most of it, now all he needed was something to wash it down with. He walked to the vending machine to retrieve an orange Fanta. It hit the spot. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ollie?"

Oliver turned towards the familiar voice. His throat immediately went dry. Anger crept from the back of his head. He pushed it back. "Elisabeth..."

Elisabeth was as beautiful as ever. Easily in the top five of all the school's princesses. She was never without a mass of guys who were in love with her. She certainly had her choice of guys but she chose him. Only to return his heart bruised and battered.

They remained in an awkward silence for a minute before Oliver had decided to leave without further words. She grabbed his arm. "Ollie wait. Can we talk?"

He didn't face her. "What's there to talk about? How you cheated on me? How I tried to forgive you and you did it again?"

She went silent. "I'm sorry. I no longer have ties with him." Oliver pulled away. "Please forgive me. Ollie, I miss you."

"I tried once remember?"

"Let me make things right Ollie." He contemplated. Elisabeth moved closer until their bodies were touching. "Can we just start over? Hi. My name is Elisabeth Cox."

Oliver took a step back from her. He couldn't trust her any longer, but if he held on to the pain he would never be able to move on. "I will do my best to forgive you. But I don't think I could ever fall in love with you again."

"Don't say that." She looked down. "I still love you, even if you don't believe it." She rose to her toes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek then scurried off.

Oliver's eyes followed her down the hall until his attention was intercepted by a piercing glare. Dakota drilled into his soul with her stare, then started in the opposite direction. He didn't like what that could mean for him and the rest of the class.

Oliver gave chase but had lost her around the corner. He paused and sighed. A small feminine hand covered his mouth and pulled him back into the utility closet. In seconds they were making out in the pitch blackness. She was usually aggressive, sucking the breath from him.

He managed to pull away. "We can't do this right now. Someone might catch us." They wrestled with one another for control of his belt.

" If I recall that was your ex? The very one who wadded up your heart and spat on it? For the life of me, I can not understand the reasoning behind her kissing you." She gained the upper hand and quickly pulled his belt free from his pants in one motion.

"It wasn't what you think." They began to fight over the button of his pants.

" Oh really? And what would it be that I was thinking?" Oliver fell silent as Dakota undid his pants and pulled him out, dropping to her knees. She stroked him gently. He was already at half mass, which for him was enough to blow a lesser woman's mind. "Regardless, I bare no love for her."

Oliver gritted his teeth. "She is your student..."

"Irrelevant."

" How can you hate her then. Don't tell me you feel something as ridiculous as jealousy?"

Dakota squeezed his meat in annoyance causing Oliver to wince like he had touch fire. "If you force me to acknowledge that I will hurt you, Oliver."

"I take it back. I take it back." He whispered in a desperate voice. Her grip loosened.

Dakota's free hand tucked her hair behind her ear. She guided him into her awaiting mouth. The warmth melted him like chocolate. Her tongue glossed over him like the waves of an ocean, giving extra attention to his most sensitive spot under the head of his member.

The slurping sounds coming from her made Oliver nervous. He was sure she was loud enough to be heard by those he could hear passing by, but no one came to investigate. A huge part of him was thankful. What Dakota was doing to him, as if she were an expert, made his entire body float. Like he was weightlessly drifting on the moon. He didn't want it to ever end.

She cuffed his butt and drove him deeper down her throat. She didn't flinch, she didn't gag, just continued to work Oliver over. She could feel him quivering from the back of her throat. She was skeptical he would fit all the way in. But she had been practicing, preparing to swallow him whole. She had learned her lesson and she would never underestimate her master again.

Oliver's knees began to buckle. He clutched the back of Dakota's head and came down her throat spilling some down her chin. It was thick and tasted like fruit. His special smoothie made for her. She sucked down the rest that lingered in his tip before wiping her mouth

Oliver quickly fastened his pants and his belt. " Ms. Elkins..."

" Thank you for the meal, Oliver." She smiled and left without missing a beat.

The end of the day was finally upon them. The students crammed the halls saying their daily farewells. Oliver and Ricardo threw their bags into the locker they shared. Allison came up from behind Ricardo and covered his eyes.

"Guess who?"

"Please god, please let it be someone really cute." Ricardo answered.

"It's Alison." Oliver closed the door to the locker.

Ricardo sucked his teeth. "I guess God doesn't answer all prayers."

Alison moved her hand from Ricardo's eyes. "Way to ruin the moment."

"There was a moment?" Ricardo faked shock turning to Oliver.

"Moment? I wasn't told anything about that." Oliver faked the same expression.

"You guys are lame and that's why you have no hope with the opposite sex." She shot back.

They looked at each other then to her. "So what's your excuse?"

"Sidestepping the rudeness, a few of us are hanging out at the mall and hitting a movie this weekend you should join us."

"Will Tori be coming?" Ricardo asked.

"She will...and so will her boyfriend."

"I'm in."

Alison turned to Oliver. "Then you need to come too. Otherwise, this one is liable to get someone, probably himself, hurt."

Oliver rubbed his eye, then he slapped Ricardo in the back of the head. "Thanks Ric, ya dick."

"Good see you guys Saturday."