I AM SO STRESSED II

"Undress me."

B*tch! Is that it?

"Go ahead, Gabby." 

She hastened my delay and slowly, I squatted before her, lifted her blue gown, rolled down her underwear, and came before her shaved pubic region.

She shaved?

"I got busy cleaning up for you," she bragged.

"I see…"

Jeriota has always been bushy down there. She is one of those who enjoy leaving their hair unlike me. I keep myself shaved and neat, maybe because I grew up with men always having something to shave, so I found something to shave for myself.

"Do you like my gift?" She sounded impressed.

The first day I invaded Jeriota's region, I was disgusted. I had to struggle amidst bushes to find her right spot. It was odorless, I must admit, but I hated it.

I made it known that I wouldn't continue if she didn't do something about her hair, but to prove she was in charge, she grew it more and had fun seeing me frown over it.

I don't understand why she listened to me today. Jeriota never does anything to please me. She prefers to do all the things I dislike and have her satisfaction at my every contempt.

"Why did you shave?" I looked up at her.

"You asked me to."

"I asked you three weeks ago."

"I got a blade today," she scoffed.

It may sound silly, but I want to hear she wanted to make me happy. I want her to say she considered my feelings.

Feelings? Do I have feelings for Jeriota? Yuck! I shouldn't. I hope I haven't developed some for her.

"Oh!" I huffed.

"Why, don't you like it?" 

Her eyes washed down to me and held only mockery. She has nothing to consider about my feelings.

"I…"

"Here," she grabbed my hair and stuffed my face into her flesh. "Eat me up, Gabby," she moaned. "I crave you so badly."

Crave me? Can that be considered her feelings?

I parted her legs and settled under her for my job. I eat and chew her nicely. Her cleared path made it easier to find her spot, and it was nice.

"Mmm…" I moaned under her to my regret.

"I told you, don't enjoy pleasing me, Gabby…" She warned as I expected.

I didn't mean to moan. It was an escape of satisfaction. I was satisfied with her neater pussy. 

Okay, I am enjoying this. Jeroita feels different today; she is fleshy and chewy and her clit swells up perfecting in my mouth.

"Mmm…" I moaned again and this time, Jeriota grabbed my hair to inflict some pain.

But I do not care. I focused on the tenderness of her fleshy meat and licked her slowly. 

"Oh…Mmm…" And she moaned.

she moaned on each movement of my tongue, exciting me with her sound.

I went deeper and faster and I felt her legs shaking.

"Yes…Oh…Yes…" She threw her head backward and I quickly gripped her butt and threw the other hand to the wall to keep her still.

I do not know why, but Jeriota also tasted and smelt different. I feel intoxicated and charged. What could that be? Is that the benefit of a shaved pussy?

"Yes…oh god…I am close, Gabby…Mmm…"

I know she is. She is cuming. She is finishing quickly today. Perhaps I am eating her with the effects of her addictive taste and smell. Oh, Mary! Jeriota smells like heaven and I couldn't get enough.

"Gabby…"

On that sharp moan, she reached her climax and nearly pulled my hair as she let go.

"What was that?" She asked breathlessly. "That was so good."

I want to feel good too. I am so wet and aching; I want her to make me cum.

"Tongue me," I bolded up and demanded. "Make me cum too, Jeriota."

That was a mistake. Jeriota's happy face frowned and her glittering eyes went dead. She rolled up her underwear and went out of my face.

"Jeriota…"

She rushed back to me and pulled me up as rough as she could. "You don't get to ask me that," she gritted.

"Why? It wouldn't be your first time, and Jeriota…I…"

She pushed me away and I landed heavily to the ground.

"Your job is to do it to me and don't ever think I want to go down on you again!"

I felt the blow in my chest and when I failed to handle the pain of her harshness, I let my tears flow down my cheeks.

I don't understand why Jeriota becomes a demon immediately after satisfying her. Why is she so unpredictable and mean?

"I thought we have gotten close?" I sobbed.

"Close? Why? Do you want me to become a lesbian like you? To have me lick your clit and finger you?"

Jeriota is the lesbian, not me. She is the one with the knowledge of all this, she taught me all about it!

"I am not a lesbian."

"No?"

"I…I just feel good with you."

"Do you like me?" She asked in disgust.

Do I like Jeriota?

"Answer me, you bitch!" She roared at the same time and pulled my hair.

"No…I don't"

She released my hair and began to pace around the store room.

"You," She pointed angrily. "Don't ever think of liking me or I will send you out of this school!"

I lay sobbing and snorting in pain for minutes. I have no explanation for why I am hurting, but I feel heartbroken.

I entered the hostel minutes later only to see Lisa on her bed, covered in blankets and crying.

I rushed to her but every attempt to pull down her blanket was in vain.

"Lisa…" I called her with my cracky voice.

I am hurting like hell, and seeing Lisa in a broken state made me worse.

"Did something happen in the classroom?"

Come on, Gabby, something did happen.

"Lisa, can you please talk to me?"

Lisa removed the blanket, tears soaking her cheeks as she stared at me.

"Oh dear!"

I have never seen her this terrible. 

Lisa rose from the bed and pulled me into a hug. She laid on my shoulder, squeezing my gown as she sobbed.

"Lisa…"

I didn't know if it was the effect of my hideout or Lisa's state, but I began to cry all over again.