book of fortune part three

Part three

Brad walk to his classroom after getting off of the bus. No one noticed when he walked to his seat thirty minutes late for class. He tried to pay attention but he could barely think about anything but the bus ride and the fun he had with Amanda. He started to think about when she would come back to him. He hoped it would be soon but he knew he could entertain himself while he waited.

He knew he wouldn’t have time that class period to have any fun but he was already looking at girls he knew would be in his next class. None were really that attractive and he had no desire to fuck any of them. However, he knew he had Ms. Crawford for math next and he would not mind subtracting her clothes and dividing her legs. When he decided that his teacher would be his next target he took out his little miracle book, “In next period’s math class everyone will fall asleep, then Ms. Crawford will have the sudden desire to fuck me wild. She will not stop until both of us are completely satisfied in our desires. When it is all done she will get dressed and everyone will wake up, not remembering or noticing anything out of the ordinary.” He shut the book and stared at the clock. He waited for it to turn and the moment he heard the bell ring he shot up out of his chair and speed to the next classroom.

He sat in his normal seat in the back of the room but knew he wouldn’t be sitting there for long. He watched the other students take their seats and Ms. Crawford started to write something on the board. Brad couldn’t understand it, why was the book not working now when it was working earlier? He thought that he had used up the power of the book or that it could not do what he asked. Then the bell rang all the students slumped over in a deep sleep.

Ms. Crawford stopped writing mid word. She slowly put the piece of chalk down and turned around. Her eyes met Brads and he saw a fire in those eyes he had never seen before. In a tone that was forced to be as stable and normal as possible, “Brad, could you please come to the board.” Usually this would mean a student was acting up and had to do a bunch of incredibly hard math problems in front of the entire class. However, he knew that he was going up for a completely different reason. When he reached the board he smiled and asked, “Is there something I can help you with Ms. Crawford?”

“Please call me June. And yes there is something I could use your help with.” With that she licked her lips. “I have a very bad itch and I desperately need you scratch it for me. If you do I will scratch your itch.”

He liked talking dirty.