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“Sorry,” I chuckled as we crossed the street. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Are you sure you want to go inside?” Dyana asked as we approached the front doors. “If you’ve seen one school, you’ve seen them all. Plus, I don’t know if there are any zombies left inside or not.”
“Yeah, come on,” I encouraged. I dropped the carriers onto the sidewalk, grabbed her hand, and tugged her forward. “It will be an adventure. Consider it our first date.”
“First date, huh?” Dyana said as she begrudgingly allowed me to pull her toward the school. “I guess in the apocalypse, if yourdate doesn’t involve risk of death and potential murder, does it even count?”
“Nope, it doesn’t,” I replied as I opened the door and stepped into the school. I dropped Dyana’s hand as the door slammed shut behind us. As much as I would have liked to continue holding hands, we needed our hands free in case we encountered any zombies. “Now, show me around. Take me through your typical day in high school.”
“Well, Jack and I would get to school, and he’d walk me to my locker where he usually kept his books for his first couple of classes. Then we would go to homeroom.” Dyana pointed to a door across the hall. I went over to peek inside and saw it was empty.
“Were you naughty in homeroom?” I asked.
“No,” Dyana laughed. “It wasn’t like the movies where the teenagers can’t keep their hands off of each other. I sat here,” she said, sitting at the dusty desk. “Jack usually sat behind me. Our friends sat around us. Mr. McKay would take attendance, we’d listen to the morning announcements, and then Jack would walk me to my first class. We didn’t have morning classes together, but he still made sure to walk me to each one. Since he was the quarterback, his teachers usually overlooked it if he showed up to class a few seconds after the bell.”
She got up and we wandered down the hall. “This was Jack’s locker. I usually stored my books for my afternoon classes here so I didn’t have to go all the way back to my locker.”
“It’s adorable that you guys shared lockers,” I commented. “It must have been nice to have met your person in high school. For me, even though I played football and was good at it, I was still the dorky kid. I didn’t have many true friends, just a lot of people who tolerated my presence because I was on the football team.”
“That’s sad,” Dyana said, moving into my arms unprovoked.
I shrugged as I happily linked my hands behind her back. “I don’t know. I think I still ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.” Dyana blushed as I leaned down and kissed her softly. When the kiss ended, I looked over her shoulder and grinned. “So, you never got sent to the principal’s office?”
“Nope. Believe it or not, I was a good girl in school,” Dyana replied.
“Then I think it’s time to fix that,” I said. I tugged her toward the door marked “Office” and opened it cautiously. Once I was sure it was safe, I pulled Dyana through and shut the door behind us. I didn’t want any zombies sneaking in behind us and ruining what I had planned.
“Wow,” Dyana breathed. She looked around the office in shock. “It’s like stepping into the past. It hasn’t changed a bit except for the thick layer of dust. If I didn’t know any better, I would expect the school secretary to come bustling from Mr. Durden’s office at any moment and ask me why I wasn’t in class.”
I left Dyana to her memories and checked out Mr. Durden’s office, which was just as empty as the main area. I took a seat behind his desk and called, “Miss Lincoln, the principal will see you now.”
Dyana poked her head through the door in confusion.
“Have a seat, Miss Lincoln, so that we can discuss your punishment,” I ordered.
“I don’t understand, Mister....”
“Knight,” I supplied.
“Mr. Knight, what did I do wrong?” Dyana sauntered toward me, and I saw the woman who so easily seduced the men around her to get what she wanted. They had never stood a chance, and I counted my lucky stars that I got to keep this siren.
“Late to class. Talking back to your teachers. And don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to behind the bleachers after school,” I scolded. “Now take a seat.”
Dyana’s hips swayed seductively as she walked right up to me and planted herself in my lap, straddling my thighs. “Do I look like a chair, Miss Lincoln?”
“Well, Sir, you never specified where you wanted me to sit,” Dyana replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. “And since you said you were going to punish me, I thought maybe that meant you were going to spank me. Should I move?”
Dyana started to stand, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter against me. “Don’t you dare,” I whispered, quickly losing track of our roleplaying now that I had her pressed against my cock.
“Why, Mr. Knight, I think you might be more than interested in experiencing first hand what it is I do behind the bleachers,” Dyana purred. “Shall I show you?”
I nodded and reluctantly allowed Dyana to slip from my lap to kneel before me. I licked my lips in anticipation as she unbuttoned my jeans and fished out my cock. I groaned as her hand stroked my shaft, milking a bead of precum through the slit. Leaning forward, Dyana caught the drop with the tip of her tongue.
“When was the last time someone sucked your cock?” Dyana asked.
I groaned as she sucked the head into her mouth and she teased it with feather light flits of her tongue. How the fuck was I supposed to answer questions when it was all I could do not to shoot off in her mouth like it was my first time. “Umm, I don’t know,” I replied, searching my brain. “Maybe a couple of years ago?”
“What was her name?”
