WARNING: The following story contains strong adult themes including hardcore hetero and homosexual acts, various fetishes and ideology not suited for certain religious beliefs. These kinds of material, and various others featured in this story, are not suited for younger readers. Reading discretion is advised.
Chapter One: Orientation
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In the middle of the traffic, a silver luxury car slowly made its way behind several cars, moving towards a gate to the Jade District. The line made its way through, the silver car eventually reaching the gate and passing through to travel on in the district. Greenery was bountiful in this district, despite the grey tone in the air, and a few people were moving about underneath some awnings to keep dry.
The silver car made its way through the Jade District, passing by small shops and homes, making its way through the traffic on its final stretch. When the cars thin out, the silver car moved to the left and headed off to a more lavish part of the district, one that was shared with the Aqua District. Owned by some of the wealthiest residents of Arcenciel, manors and mansions lined the street, each cut off by gates made of metal, bricks or bushes, and each looking more marvelous than the others.
The driver approached an opened gate bearing the name “Silverlight” on a silver plague. The driver looked to the curbside to find two cars parked, one black and another blue, and she thought that these must be the hired hands she asked for to take care of her house. Taking the car through the gate, it was a short drive up a brick driveway before parking in front of dual door garage. Up on the front porch, a young woman with brown hair and dressed in a blue maid’s outfit was searching around something, with a guess being a key to get inside the manor.
The car door opened and a leg dressed in a black stocking stepped out. The driver, a woman in her late twenties, got out from her vehicle and shut the door behind her, catching the maid’s attention before her eyes shifted on the driver. The newcomer was dressed in black, comprised of a jacket, down shirt, pencil skirt, high heel shoes and stockings. Her round face was au natural, showing no trace of make-up, and she looked up at her new home with her dark, forest green eyes before panning down to find the maid heading towards her.
“Ms. Silverlight, welcome!” the maid greeted, reaching to grab the woman’s hands to shake. “It’s such an honor to meet you in person!” The maid released her grip and turned away slightly, blushing a little bit. “I… I don’t know what to say! I mean, here I am meeting my favorite porn star! And I’m just happy to meet you in person!”
“Well, isn’t this nice to see,” the woman replied sweetly. “Normally when people recognize me, it’s usually lonely college boys and boyfriends. It’s refreshing to find some girls out there who love my work.”
“Actually, I bought them for myself before I met my friend Kenneth,” the maid said with a red face. “Usually he and I would watch them every few weeks, but when I’m by myself and… feeling horny, I pop one in and just enjoy.”
“You bought my movies for yourself?” the star asked, getting an assured nod from the maid. She was shocked. During her career, she hadn’t met a single female who came up to her and loved her work, considering what she did. “I’m… amazed. Honestly, you’re the first female to ever such a thing, let alone buy them for themselves!”
“I heard of you through friends of mine… well, they know you through their… can I say fuck buddies?” the maid asked, confused on the last part. “Anyway, they were talking all sorts of nasty things about you and I was curious about what you do. I decided to buy a copy of your first movie… and I fell in love with you.”
“And now you’re working for me,” said the woman, a slight smile on her face. “Isn’t that quite the honor, Ms.…?”
The maid stared at her employer with a blank look before realizing she was asking for her name. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Silverlight! My name is Natasha Mandel,” she answered, giving her employer a slight bow. “It’s a pleasure to be your service…”
The orange-haired woman giggled slightly from her maid’s embarrassment. “Please Natasha, call me Stephanie or Steph,” she said sweetly, “there’s no need for formality with me.” The newcomer looked up at her home and noticed a window open. “Is there anyone else in the house? I remember asking for others to keep an eye on the house while I was busy getting ready for the move.”
“I know there is a boy assigned here,” the maid Natasha answered, “but beyond that I don’t know who he is. This is my first day here and I hardly got any other details beyond who’s living here and other staff members I haven’t met.”
“This is your first day here?” Steph echoed, surprised upon hearing this. The new maid gave her an affirming nod. “To be honest, this is also my first time here, so you won’t be going at this alone. All I know about this place were through pictures online.”
“Do you want me to open the door, Ms. Steph?” the maid asked, furthering her embarrassment as she tried to hold her fangasm in.
Getting a “yes” from her employer, Natasha headed up to the front door and grabbed her key from her pocket, with Steph watching from behind. Once she got the door unlocked and opened, Natasha headed back to grab Steph’s luggage and help her get the remaining items inside. As they entered the foyer, the two girls found themselves awing at the wonder that the architects’ effort that went into building this manor. The two of them walked up to the front of the stairs, and they split up to go around and found passageways to the kitchen, living and study rooms.
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting everything that was out of Steph’s car and into her new home. The new homeowner found herself walking around the first floor of her new home, studying everything and rearranging furniture to where she wanted. Natasha gathered all of the bags and carried them off to various parts of the house, heading upstairs occasionally to drop off some bags. Once they were finished, the girls gathered in the kitchen, with Natasha working at the stove and Steph sitting at her island counter and enjoying a drink.
“So… am I really you’re first public female fan that you talked to?” Natasha asked all giddy.
The ginger pulled the cup away from her lips and thought about the question. Again it was true she got female followers, but none of them said that they were dedicated fans. They were only brought in by their lovers and never really got into it. “… Yes,” Steph replied bluntly. “Out of my years working in the business, you’re the first that came up to me and say that you love my work.”
The young maid unleashed her inner fan and started squealing excitedly. “Oh. My. God! I can’t believe that I’m your first female fan!” she stated, bouncing slightly. “I… I really… Oh my God! You don’t know how excited I am to meet you!”
“I can tell,” said the ginger, looking over her help. The young maid, in her early twenties, appears to be in college and was trying to get a job to help with her funding. Her attire was simple, keeping a maid’s outfit of a blue top and white trimmings and a knee-length skirt, while her feet were dressed in flat black shoes. On her left wrist is a silver watch, expensive in appearance and hardly one to find on a college girl, yet all of this wasn’t interesting Steph.
Steph took notice of the maid’s face and began inspecting real close. Natasha had a small face, with large green eyes, a skinny curved nose and lush lips bright pink from her lipstick. Her hair, dirt brown in color, was cut short to the bottom of her ears, and the fringe in front was parting to the left of her face. There was something about this face that got Steph’s attention, something that was calling to her, reminding her of someone… It was almost as if she was a person that she knew.
“Ms. Steph, is there a problem?” Natasha asked.
The ginger broke out her spell and look around to see if anything changed. “No, it’s nothing,” Steph replied. She looked back at Natasha’s face and stared at it for a few seconds. What was whatever of a resemblance was gone and she was staring at Natasha. “It’s strange… you remind me of a friend I used to know.”
“Oh… Then… pardon me for asking, but is that why you’re wearing black?”
Steph leaned back in her chair and picked the cup up, getting it ready to drink. She thought about the question for a bit, wondering how she could word it to her employee, and she sighed lightly before raising the cup to her lips to sip. “It’s felt like a long time ago, but the wounds are still fresh. And if only she had listened to me in the first place…”
Natasha began to feel bad about her outbursts. Sure it was natural for her to be excited in front of her favorite star, but not when they are mourning. Her expression grew dark as she took her meal off of the stove and presented it to her employer. “… I’m sorry about earlier,” she said lowly. “I… I didn’t know, and I feel bad after knowing that your friend died.”
“It’s all right Natasha,” Steph replied softly. “In fact, it’s nice that you’re here. I need someone to help cheer me up in these times.”
The two of them put a smile on their faces, knowing that things will be all right between the two girls. As Natasha was going to sit down to eat the meal that she cooked, there was the sound of a door opening up on the second floor, and the two of them looked up to hear footsteps. Both of them got into an argument about why none of them went to investigate the open window, leaving them bickering that the place is hiding someone and they could be in trouble, and the noise got towards the stairs and the girls got themselves in position for a fight.
However, instead of some burglar or other shady individual, it was a teenage boy. The boy himself is a skinny lad, pale from his lack of outdoor time, and appearing very smart. Like Natasha he was dressed in a blue worker’s outfit, with his shirt having a flap with two button rows and his pants containing black trimmings. His accessories weren’t much, with strapless black leather shoes on his feet and some white gloves sticking out of a back pocket along with a white towel.
He stared at the girls with nervous grey eyes, jumping between the ginger before him and the maid hiding behind the corner, her hand hovering over the phone. His blond hair was slightly sticking out, looking like he got out of bed. Narrow eyebrows hovered above his large eyes, with a large nose right between them, and narrow lips underneath. The boy’s grey eyes darted back and forth between the two women, expecting one of them to do something, but none of them did anything. If anything, they were waiting for him to move.
“Oh… uh, excuse me, but has Ms. Silverlight arrived?” the boy asked nervously.
“That’ll be me,” the ginger answered, lowering her guard down as she approached the boy. “And you are the house-sitter, correct?”
The boy freaked out when Steph addressed him and he turned crimson red, now knowing who is in front of him. “… Y-Y-Y-Y… Y-Yes! T-T-That’s m-me!” he stammered. “I… I’m… I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, ma’am!”
“Huh? What’s your fault, dear?” asked Steph, getting closer to the nervous boy. “If anything, it’s our fault for not looking for you.”
“T-Then… can I g-g-go?” the boy asked, moving closer to the door. “M-My shift i-is over a-a-and… I’m sorry Ms. Silverlight!”
“It’s not your fault, whatever it is. Can you tell us who you are and explain what happen?”
The teen looked into the woman’s eyes and noticed she wasn’t going to hurt him, feeling the calming presence radiating from her. Despite feeling some depression and grief, he knew she wasn’t going to do any harm to the young lad. If anything, if things were to go his way, he could get lucky. The tension inside of the teen began to relax and he eased himself up so he can speak clearly to the woman in front of him.
“Well… my name is Anthony Daniels and… can I say that I’m a fan?” the sitter explained. “When I heard about you were looking for someone to watch your house, I jumped on it and kept a good eye on it ever since.”
“Oh, so I got another fan working for me?” the ginger commented, noticing a trend here. “Tell me Tony, if you don’t mind me calling you that, but what were you doing upstairs?”
The sitter Tony stared at Steph with his large grey eyes, looking at her with rising nervousness. He eased himself and began to calmly explain his past. “If you must know, a week ago some delivery men dropped off your furniture and I was instructed on where you wanted to place them,” he recalled. “After going through some of the boxes, I found some movies and… well, I watched them in your room.”
Steph let out a small giggle, making the teen blush brightly, noticing the star getting up close and getting at eye level with him. “C’mon, there’s nothing to be nervous about,” she said sweetly, giving Tony a gentle smile. “It’s natural for you to do that and really I don’t mind. At least you have something to clean yourself up.”
“And about that… apparently I’m not like any of the other guys I know…” said the sitter, looking away from the star. “Normally once I cum, I… I release more than a regular guy. It’s… I… I really can’t describe it.”
Steph gave her sitter a blank stare and only blinked. She really couldn’t believe what she just heard. The star gave a quick look over of the teen and began to wonder how such a lad could pull off something like that. Tony appeared to be a nerdish boy, pale from his lack of time in the sun and hardly one to be lifting weights, let alone moving furniture without assistance. It even appears he doesn’t have a girlfriend, or any sort of girl, in his life and must live in front of a computer to get his daily fix of porn, and he’s saying he could…
Steph shook her head in disbelief. This was getting too personal and far too much for her to know about her employee. Steph placed a hand to her face, inhaled and exhaled deeply before facing her sitter. “Well Tony, I say you must have a gift,” she answered, trying not to be too shocked about it. “Now I would like to go more into this, but I think we’ll save this for another day.”
“I’m sorry that I brought it up,” the sitter replied, turning away in embarrassment. “If anything, please let me work overtime and clean up after myself!”
“It’s all right Tony, I can handle it,” said the star. “You were doing your job of looking after the house and you did a good job. Are you coming back tomorrow?”
Tony looked back at his employer and gave her a firm nod. After discussing the schedule, the male sitter gave his farewells and headed out of the manor. Steph shut the door behind him and headed back into the kitchen to find Natasha sitting at the island counter and eating her dinner. The star got down in her previous sit and noticed the plate of food before her, hot and ready to eat, and she looked over to. “Uh, isn’t that against your work ethics?”
The maid looked up from her meal before looking back down at her food. She exchanged looks between the two for a few moments before finally getting it. “Oh! Well…” Natasha began, looking off into space. “I… I thought that this was a special occasion and I thought of making us something special to eat. After all, this is your welcoming home present.”
“That’s nice Natasha, but doesn’t your work have a policy about you not eating on the job, especially your own cooked food for me?”
“I made two plates, one for you and one for me, and I really don’t do a whole lot of cooking at home. It’s all take-out for me and I really don’t feel like getting anything tonight. And…” the maid blushes slightly, “how often is it that you get to eat with your favorite actor, let alone cook a meal for her?”
Steph looked down at her plate and began expecting some second thoughts. Before her was a simple plate of spaghetti noodles with tomato sauce, some shredded parmesan cheese, a hint of garlic and grinded basil. Grabbing a fork, Steph took some noodles and place it in her mouth, savoring the meal that her maid made. “You know… this isn’t bad,” she commented. “In fact… it’s pretty good!”
“I’ve been taking some classes at ACTU* and my professor is giving me good reviews on some of the meals I’d made,” said Natasha. “The only problem I’ve been having is my housecleaning, but I’m improving slightly.”
“And if I were to grade you, I’ll give you a 72. It’s not bad, but it could always need improvement.”
The two of them continued on with their meal with a few moments of conversation. There were a moment where Steph asked Natasha about Tony and if she knows him, but the maid shook her head in response. The topic was dropped and the two continued on with their meal, occasionally talking for brief moments. Once their plates were empty, Natasha took them and cleaned them off, leaving Steph to wander her new home and study its hidden gems.
The clock struck the hour, signaling the end of Natasha’s shift. She said her goodbyes to her employer and told her when she was coming back, and the maid made her way out to get to her car. Steph watched Natasha walked to her car before turning her back on the window and head up stairs to her room. In her room, she found a box that was brought in from her car and she opened it up to find frames sitting inside. Steph pulled out one of the frames, containing a certification for teaching health, and she found an empty place on the wall where she could look at her certification.
“To think, none of this was possible without you,” the star muttered softly, a tear running down her cheek. “Come Monday and I’ll begin my life a teacher. If only you were here to see this…”
OOO
Weekend traffic began as usual in the Ivory District, with cars
moving freely or stuck in a bunch. The skies were cleared and the sun
was shining brightly that Saturday morning, with plenty of people out
and about getting their weekend plans in full swing. One Stephanie
Silverlight was going through the traffic by bus, getting on and off
without any problems of recognition, and things were kept that way once
she got off and continued on walking to her destination. Even with her
wearing nothing to disguise her face, nobody on the street seemed to
recognize her. That was a good sign for her. Many of these people don’t
know who she is and she would prefer it that way.Steph stopped in front of a sign and checked to see that she has arrived at the Ivory District High School. The star made her way up to the front door and tried to pull it open, only to find it lock. On the other side of the clear door, a woman was discussing some matters with a man, and Steph gave a few knocks on the door to get their attention. The duo stopped their conversation and found Steph waiting on the outside, and the woman, known by the staff as the principal of this high school Mrs. Laura Hollows, got the door open for the star.
“Ah, what a pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Silverlight,” said the principal. “Please, my office is this way.”
The star entered the hallway and began walking with the principal, passing by the man Mrs. Hollows was talking to. She greeted Steph to him, telling her he is one of the new teachers, and the women continued on with their walk. Along the way, Mrs. Hollows explained to Steph about some of the new things the high school was doing for the year, but nothing about Steph’s class, and there were a few teachers that greeted the newcomer. After a while, the girls found themselves right outside of Mrs. Hollows’ office.
Inside of the office, the two women grabbed a few chairs and got themselves seated in front of a large maple cherry desk. Steph took a look around the room and noticed that it was rather simple in design. A bookshelf lined the very back wall, filled with various books on education and teenage psychology. The walls, painted a homely green, contain barely anything, with a few frames holding various certifications to the left of the door. Mrs. Hollows leaned back in her black leather desk chair to grab a binder on her bookshelf and placed it down on her desk, and she opened it up to one section before discussing with Steph.
“Now Ms. Silverlight, lately we’ve been experiencing new changes in the education system and the higher-ups have been suggesting some new courses for our new students,” she explained. “Ever since we got your application and resume, I knew that you’re suited for this new course we’ve been assigned to.”
“This is kinda unexpected,” said Steph, laughing nervously. “I thought that I’ll be interviewed a bit further and be asked a few questions, but you’re placing me in a new course with nothing on it?”
“Oh no, you already have the experience,” Mrs. Hollows responded, briefly turning away to collect her thoughts. She turned back to face the new teacher with a serious look on her face. “Apparently the education board has been looking into the matter of enhancing the health department’s focus on sexual education and we need an expert in the field to teach the students.”
“Well Sex Ed is a basic in any health class, Mrs. Hollows,” said Steph. “What kind of difference does this have with me being a porn star?”
“It’s… it’s that we’re turning the health class into a full Sex Ed class in hopes of teaching our students the basics of understanding sexual nature and, perhaps, help our students get a better understanding on sex all together.”
For once, there was a slight blush on the star’s face. She was surprised to hear that the class she wanted to teach was going to be used for something she didn’t want to do until later in her tenure. “Um… is there any particular reason for this change?”
Mrs. Hollows leaned back in her chair and looked down at her opened binder. She was lost in thought, trying to recall what she was told. “Lately the Education Department is seeing a need to revamp our teachings, and one of the fields we need to improve on is Sex Ed. They felt like it was time that we broke out of this idea of sex is a forbidden topic and help bring Sex Ed into the modern classroom.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Hollows, but I got out of the industry to get away from the constant sex,” Steph explained. “I really want to further my education and help teach kids, but this is going in the wrong direction!”
“But why don’t you want to take this up?” the principal asked. “We’re offering you a chance to partake in a new course and we don’t have any other teachers that could handle the new curriculum. You’re the only one that does have the experience and the background, so we’re asking that you please stay and help us out.”
The ginger lowered her head into a hand and sighed deeply. “It’s just… personally I got out of the business and started my life as a teacher is to prevent what happened to my friend… my lover,” she softly spoke. “I wanted to make a difference by having the next generation learn how to treat themselves better.”
“Honestly Ms. Silverlight, I don’t see anyone else who could teach this course. In fact, I believe this was chance that you came to this school in the first place and teach here. It’s nice that an Arcenciel native is back, but for her to be a porn star and to be working here, I can’t see any option other than to hire you for this position.”
The thought alone was getting to Steph. Here she was, hoping to finally get the curriculum to her new health class, and now she’s been given the news of taking on a whole new course. She didn’t want to be doing a whole semester teaching Sex Ed to teens, but she is given an opportunity to teach a subject that she knows very well and could help in her teachings. “I… I got to think this over,” she answered, getting up from her seat.
“Well if you are interested, here is what we’re given for you curriculum,” Ms. Hollow said, handing over a packet of papers and a book. “You are free to make any changes that you want to fit your style of teaching, but these are the guidelines and courses that the Education Department wants you to follow.”
Steph took the items from the principal and gave her a handshake for her goodbyes, and she headed out of the room to head back home. As she was about to head for the entrance, there was a woman behind her calling her out and she turned around to find the woman dressed in purple heading towards her. The woman stopped short and she noticed Steph’s hands were full, so she asked if she could help carrying some things out. When the ginger handed her the book, the woman in purple’s eyes lit up and looked over to the newcomer.
“You must be the new teacher that’s going to be doing the Sex Ed class!” the teacher gasped. “Please to meet you. My name is Trisha Bennington, but you can call me Trish.”
“Stephanie Silverlight or Steph for short,” the ginger replied, “and I’m not exactly certain on me being the new Sex Ed teacher.”
“Oh. Well, it’s still great to meet a newcomer and welcome her to our lovely school,” said Trisha. “By any chance do you know anything about the Rules?”
“You mean the rules of the school?”
“No, the No Rules and the White Rules,” Trisha pointed out. “Lately there’s been some tension between the two groups and some of our students have been getting into scuffles because of what the White Rules Victor has been putting out. There are a few good students in both groups that are friendly on terms, but we’re afraid of what could happen in your class.”
“I can assure you that if there is anything sexual happens in my class, I won’t be placing any of them together,” Steph noted.
“It’s not just that. There’s also the fact that we have two No Rules Masters in our school, and the White Rules had previously attacked this school to acquired one of the Masters. It’s likely that some still bear a grudge to the Masters and want to get their powers, so if you do get Tarpon in your class and some White Rules, please be careful.”
Steph gave a firm nod, getting a little understanding of some future dangers that might come her way. The two teachers made their way outside and got to Trisha’s car, and the purple teacher handed back the book Steph was given. The ginger watched the blonde drive away into the crowd and she began her own journey back, heading to the bus station to catch a ride.
OOO
Later that night, Steph returned home and unpacked everything that
she brought from the Jade grocers. She found the place empty, meaning
Natasha has left for the day, and she was alone to pack away her food.
Once she was done, the star made her way upstairs with her new bedroom
and made her way to her bathroom. Inside, she stripped out of
everything, down to her bare essentials, and she stepped out to head
over to her bed and plopped down on her sheets.In her hands is the book that she got from Mrs. Hollows, the one that could help her in her new class. A little disgusted about her position, she decided she would check this book out and see what it has to offer. After all, she got naked and she is holding a sex book that should teach her something, so why not? If she’s lucky, she could slip a hand down and masturbate to some of the more “hardcore” elements in the book. Steph got herself by the back of her bed and under her covers, getting herself ready in case of pleasuring, and she placed the book in her lap to study.
The book Sex Education: the Guide on How to Properly Teach Sex to a Younger Generation featured a nude woman with large breasts sitting on top of a desk with various graphic drawings and words on the chalkboard. Some of the messages featured “Fuck Me” and pointing at different areas of the woman’s body. Steph imagined this was drawn by some immature teenager, maybe the woman herself, but something about this seem intriguing.
Steph opened up the book and checked over the table of contents to see what was available. A quick scan found the same old topics found in every guide to lovemaking, or in this case how to fuck, but there was extra sections dedicating to advanced Kama Sutra, homosexuality, and fetishes. Deciding on that, Steph opened up to the fetish section and began exploring what the chapter has to offer, only for her eyebrows to shoot up.
This one section alone covered just about every known fetish out there. Various paragraphs and pictures gave graphic details about the different fetishes and explained their origins, and she was surprised just how detailed each description is. Steph knew of a few strange fetishes during her time, but never once had she attempted any of these on film.
She flipped out of the chapter and headed towards the beginning of the homosexuality chapter. When she got there, she began reading everything on the history and some religious thoughts on the subject. While the book discussed the hatred that homosexuality got over the centuries, it praises and accepts it as being a natural fact in life, while never bashing the critics who fear it. Steph knew this chapter will concern her the most, since a good portion of Arcenciel’s population is part of the LGBT community and she might get a few students in her class, both who are members and against them, to represent both sides.
After looking through the chapter, Steph decided to go back and read the book from cover to cover. If she wanted to really do this, she wants to read everything and see if she can incorporate the book’s teachings into her studies. Opening up to the foreword, she began reading about a personal story of a student learning under the writer of the book and how his life was changed by her. It was interesting, and slightly arousing, with how the boy went on to finding and being with the girl of his dream and how they spent their days “loving” each other.
A slight tingle shook the ginger and she noticed that a hand went missing. During her time, she found her left hand under her blankets and rubbing against her inner thigh, very close to her sensitive sweet spot. Steph started resisting the urge to touch herself, but the images in the book got her reminding of the days she used to love sex. Once proud to live her life in lust now resenting the urge to ram something inside of her, Steph wondered why she ever considering giving up sex when she was giving a position to teach a class how to fuck each other.
Her hand slowly made its way over to her honey pot and slowly started caressing the tender lips, occasionally rubbing her tiny clit to increase her pleasure, all while showing no signs of her excitement as she read on. Faint pants escaped her lips and her cheeks slowly turning red, her eyes rolled across the page and looking over the images that were drawn. Seeing these pictures and reading the passages began looping the memories in Steph’s mind, making her recall the times she enjoyed her sexy life and getting screwed by those she met.
Perhaps she might like this idea becoming the next Sex Ed teacher. After all, what is there to teach? Beyond the simple thoughts of inserting one rod into a slot, there is the art of foreplay and various masturbation techniques, both mutual and solo acts. There’s also the advance poses that will drive the lovers mad with ecstasy and the bizarre fetishes that would turn those with the dirtiest of minds away from their strangeness.
Steph finally stopped her thoughts and ceased her playing, just right on the verge of orgasming. She bit her lip, trying to clear her mind of her perverted thoughts and breathing heavily. Looking down at her book, she noticed that she was at the third page and already she was getting on the verge of climaxing after getting through a summation of what is in her book. Then again, she did view other sections in the book that did peak her interests and got her turned on…
Setting aside the book on her nightstand, Steph slipped underneath her covers and tried to go to sleep. However the images were still in her head and she didn’t really want to end her excitement that early. Muttering to herself, she decided on finishing the job and let her hand complete its job. As her fingers moved about, her eyes slowly closed and started drifting to sleep, letting her body do whatever it wants to help her sleep soundly.
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And so it begins a new life here.Anyway, this is what I am going to call a “pseudo-sequel” or a spiritual successor to a certain fan-fiction that one Digger wrote. Now this isn’t exactly a sequel in anyway (I was thinking that if there is one, it’ll continue on with Team 11 and so forth, maybe discuss the new changes done in the world and maybe… fix the manga’s plotline with a better one, only with more sex), but I do like to think of it as a modern day version of it… which leaves when exactly is Naruto’s story taking place?
And screwing Naruto out of this picture (not like that), this is one of the many side-stories that will be appearing alongside the main No Rules saga (mainly Tarpon’s Story), and… although I do have one idea that is non-canon and set in a major arc, I’m kinda wondering whether or not to make this canon. Now the thing is that although this is really screwing with spoilers (heavily), I really want my main cast laid in the main canon… although some of the stuff that I have here are different than what I want in the main story.
Perhaps I could make this separate to canon. After all, if I go with that, I could get off being spoiler-free and everyone could be happy!
If any case, should I continue the story, be expected that I will make this interactive as possible and I will ask for feedback if necessary. Perhaps, like with the Digger’s story, I could maybe ask for OCs to join in on the action and maybe, just maybe, get lucky one night. *wink, wink* Also I might need some help with future sex scenes… and maybe some classes…
Also I loved the fact that I took a potshot at myself about the cover of SE:AMS. Even though I am making fun of myself, I am very proud that I made that cover and I LOVE it! (and I would like to say: big time NaruHina supporter here)
To wrap this up, if you want to help, please leave your comments and suggestions and I’ll see if I can improve. In the meantime, I got more stuff to work on…
*ACTU – Arcenciel City Technical University
off to a good start,saving the hotter stuff for later I see
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