"I love you, mister Jefferson!"
The words spurted out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
<"Oh no! This is a nightmare! This can't be happening!"
Max Caufield's mind was stuck within her other self's body in what seemed to be a dream or a parallel reality. All she could do was watch the movie happening before her eyes. >
Her other self was standing in front of Mark Jefferson, her photography teacher; they were in his classroom. She used to consider the man as her role model and liked him very much (she even had a small crush on him).
But that was before she found that he was involved in the missing of Rachel Amber, a local girl.
Max had also been drugged and kidnapped by Jefferson in one of the realities she had gone through.
And now there she was: standing like an enamored girl in front of the man she despised so much... Well, not HER per say, but her alternative self.
<"I need to wake up NOW! Please!" >
She went out of the classroom, hoping for this vision to stop.
It didn't.
Now she found herself in the girls' dorm hallway, visibly getting out of the bathroom; she was wearing a tank top and a shorty.
<"What's going on now...?" >
She went back to her room. As when she quickly passed the threshold of her door, her eyes caught the vision of someone. She froze in place.
"M- Mister Jefferson?" said the Max in the dream.
The man, who was sitting at her desk, turned around and smiled.
"Ah, Max! Glad to see you!"
<"What's going on here?! Jefferson never came in my room any of the realities/pasts...Why is he here?" the real Max thought. >
"Hum, if you want to see Victoria, her room is on the other side of the corridor..." The other Max said pointing her thumb behind her.
She was blushing, conscious of her being only in her undies.
"Oh no, I'm here to see you Max!" Jefferson clarified.
"Really? Why?"
"I wanted to talk to you about you entry for the "Everyday Hero" contest."
"Oh..." Max muttered, lowering her eyes.
"The deadline is tonight and I really insist that you submit something!"
" But I don't have anything worth it, Mr. Jefferson... Really!"
"You are not a very good liar, Max..." Jefferson argued. "I just found the perfect one here!"
He got up and lifted his forearm, he was holding a picture in his hand.
<"This photograph! Oh no, it's the one that won!" The real Max worried.>
"It has nothing special... It's more self-centered and narcissistic than anything..."
"On the contrary, Max, your photographs touch people's hearts. I think you make a perfect everyday hero!" Jefferson exclaimed, taking a step forward and pointing at the wall of pictures Max had put up.
The other Max turned and stared at the wall.
Mark took another step forward.
"So, what do you say Max?"
Max turned her head back; Mr. Jefferson's face was now a few inches apart from hers. He closed the distance between them and kissed her, taking her face in his hands.
<"No!! Please no!! Wake up Max!!" the real one thought to herself. >
Maybe the other Max heard her, because she pushed her teacher away, breaking the kiss.
"W-What are you doing, Mr. Jefferson?!" she blurted, blushing and panting.
"I'm sorry Max, I couldn't resist..." Jefferson confessed. "You are just so...pure!"
<"Run Max! Get away from him!" yelled the real Max to her other self. >
The latter, as if hearing the warning again, stepped backwards towards the door. She opened it.
"You really should leave, Mr. Jefferson! Please!" She pleaded with a shaky voice.
As she was opening it wider, Jefferson rushed forwards, slammed the door shut and locked it with the key.
He caught Max's thin wrist and made her spin around. He pinned the girl against the door and bent over to kiss her.
Max turned her face to the side and tried to escape her teacher's grasp. Jefferson put his left hand under Max's chin and forcefully lifted it up.
His lips met hers once again; and this time he was greedier. He pressed the back of Max's head and made the kiss deeper, entwining his tongue with hers. The moaning sound Max muttered made him stop and look at her.
The girl's face was flushed, she was out of breath.
<The real Max was yelling, trying to wake her other self. But nothing happens...
Instead she could sense her double's feelings; and at her utmost despair, she was sensing love and desire going inside the other's inner thoughts.
"Oh my god, no...! Don't do this!"
The pleading went to deaf ears. >
Jefferson stared at Max's face and whispered:
'Oh Maxine... How long I've waited for this moment..."
He went back to kissing her. adn this time, Max wasn't resisting; she actually put her arms around Jefferson's neck instead, unconsciously pulling her body closer to his.
As they kissed, Mark slipped his hand under her tank top. He gently grabbed her small breast and caressed it.
"Ng...! Mmh!" Max moaned.
Mr. Jefferson kneeled before Max, bringing his face at her breast's height. Peeking up at Max's crimson face, he started licking the tip of her left nipple. It brought a jolt of pleasure to the girl, who threw her head backwards with a soft cry.
The man took the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked it, bringing more noises to Max's throat. She grabbed a handful of his hair for support, but she couldn't stop her legs from buckling under her.
Mark took a break, letting his student catching her breath again. He was smiling; the innocent reactions of Max were endearing to him.
Then he made her stand up and carried her to the bed.
<"Noo! Don't touch me, you monster!" The real max cried. "Please don't do this!"
Again to no avail... >
Jefferson took Max's tank top off and laid her down on the bed. He kissed her everywhere, going down little by little. He slided her panty down; and unbuttoned his own shirt. He went back to her lips and, slowly, put his right hand between her thighs. He moved his fingers to stimulate her, inserting one in her vagina from time to time.
"You are so pure, Max... That's what I love about you!" Mark said, a greedy smile on his face.
Max had become really wet by the stimulation. She was hiding her crimson face under her hands with embarassment. Licking his lower lip, Jefferson spread the girl's legs wider and placed his hips between them. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing his already erected penis.
A stream of panic ran through Max at that moment. Was she really going to have her first time with her photography teacher...?
But it was too late for her to deny her lower body's desires... So she relaxed a little and stared at the man.
A jolt of pain rose from her crotch as Mark penetrated her; it felt like he was tearing her womb apart. He went deeper, slowly, letting her insides get used to this foreign body. Her back arched, while her mouth let a small cry escape.
When he had finally inserted his penis to its base, he began to move back and forth. He went faster and harder with each thrust, making Max wriggle under him. He kissed her and caressed her whole body to stimulate her more.
Though the pain was still very acute, a new sensation arose within Max. Everytime Mr. Jefferson thrust in her, she felt a wave of heat invade her, making her head spin. Her chest hurt; she had a hard time breathing.
As she was about to cry out, Jefferson kissed her to muffle the sounds.
"Shh Max... You don't want the all dorm to hear us, do you?" Mark teased with a husky voice.
He raised himself on his hands and thrust even harder. Max had to cover her mouth with her hands to stop herself from crying out; she knew it was what he wanted...
As he was approaching his climax, Mr. Jefferson found himself out of breath: Max's tightness was making him feel really good!
He moved in slow, deep movements, reaching the end of Max's womb. He was focused on bringing more pleasure to the girl.
After a few minutes, he felt the urge to come and gave a last deep thrust. Max twitched under him, as she felt a spark of electricity run through her whole body. She reflexively lifted her hips, grasping the sheets under her for support. She gasped for air; her eyes rolled at the back of her head.
After he had relieved himself, Mark kissed Max before getting out of her, giving small thrusts.
Suddenly, Mr. Jefferson drew himself out of the girl and stood up. He put on his clothes in order and looked down at Max; she was still lying down, panting. Mark smirked.
"Thank you Max... I'm really happy you gave me your innocence!" He exclaimed. "It was really worth the wait!" He bent forward and caressed her flushed cheeks.
After saying those words, the man left, leaving Max completely stunned, alone and naked on her bed.
< The real Max was crying, she couldn't believe she had witnessed such a disgusting scene... Worst, she had FELT it, since she was linked to the other Max's body's sensations.
"Why did I have to see that?! WHY?! It doesn't make ANY sense!!"
Her words echoed as her vision went black.
"Why...?" she wondered one last time before her mind went to sleep. >
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